The Officer

by Kelli Callahan

  Leaning down again, he kisses me hard, his lips blazing agonizing trails down my chest, covering my small breasts. I whimper in pleasure. I'm going to go crazy.

  Licking my nipple, it hardens under his touch, and I cry out again in pleasure as he slides a long, slim finger inside of me again.

  I arch against the pleasure, crying out, needing more, wanting more. It isn’t enough.

  I don't know if anything could ever be enough to satisfy this urgent need. I’m going mad; I know it.

  "Kenton! Kenton," I cry out, "I need you. I need you now. Give it to me! Give it to me now," I'm begging, and by the smile on his face, I know that's exactly what he wants. He wants me to be begging, raw, exposed, and pliable.

  Kneeling above me, the last of the sunshine glinting off his broad shoulders, he slides down the zipper of his wranglers and pulls them down until his dripping cock bobs into view.

  My eyes widen at the sight of the first real hard cock out in front of me. I have seen men naked on television but seeing the full length of him before me is intimidating.

  For a moment, I’m afraid. What if I'm not ready, what if I was all talk? He starts pressing the head of his cock against me and teasing me, I shudder with pleasure and longing. I know now; this is exactly what I want. As he pushes the head of his cock into me, I let out another moan and close my eyes.

  "Look at me," he says, his voice low, and demanding. "Look at me. I want you to watch," he trails off, his voice rough and dry. "I want you to watch me as I enter you. I want you to watch and know as I fill you, know that I am the only man you have ever been with. No matter what you will always remember, this moment, won’t you, Lucy?”

  My eyes fixed on his, I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He pulls his hips back and I watch as he presses himself against me, and then into me. Only this time he doesn’t stop. I cry out. The feeling is shocking, not at all what I expected. Pressing himself fully into me now and leaning over me, he touches my face and holds it in his hands.

  I’m so tight. There’s an unfamiliar pressure, an ache that I’ve never felt before. Looking into his eyes, I marvel that we are as close as people could possibly be.

  "It only hurts for a moment," he whispers, suddenly caring and a little concerned about me. I nod slowly as I look at him wide-eyed and desperate. "It's only for a moment," he repeats as he leans down and kisses me passionately. He's still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the new world, as he slowly kisses me deeply. Every tease of his lips and flick of his tongue causes an agonizing burn of passion that has me grinding my hips against his, suddenly needing more.

  He understands and begins to thrust. I cry out in shock as he fixes his mouth on mine, catching the first gasp with his lips. He's right. The pain is intense, and then it's gone. Quickly replace with a burning need to be devoured.

  "Tell me you want me," I whisper. His eyes burn with passion and desire and an intensity that I’ve never seen in a man in person; as he continues to thrust harder to me, my breasts bouncing beneath him. He says nothing, only reaching for my hands and putting them above my head. His eyes fixed on mine, watching as he thrusts into me again, harder.

  "Kenton,"

  I whimper as he thrusts again, hard, watching the way my breasts bounce with each desperate pulse.

  "Tell me you want me," I whisper as he grins wickedly.

  The quick hard thrusts stop as he begins grinding smoothly into me, a fast pace that has my eyes rolling back and my body arching and bucking beneath him.

  "I want you, Lucy," he says, his voice low and husky. I find him irresistible.

  Closing my eyes in pleasure as his body thrusts into mine again, and again, hard and fast until I feel like I'm melting beneath him.

  "Look at me," he says, and I open my eyes. His eyes, staring into mine with undying desire, and unquenchable thirst. "I want to watch the rise. I want to watch you fall. I want to watch you come," he says, "and when you do, I want to hear you say my name."

  Rising above me and kneeling on his heels, he grabs my hips firmly and flips me before thrusting back into me hard. I cry out at the sensation of him sliding in and out of me. A sharp crack resounds in the air and I feel my right cheek stinging. I never expected to like being spanked but the low flame burning in my belly turns into a full-fledged fire when his hand connected. He does it again, smiling down at his red handprint, knowing he has me right where he wants me.

  Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

  It's becoming too much to bear. I'm weak, whimpering, moaning, gasping in pleasure, and I drop my head so I can watch as his hard cock slides in and out of me.

  Just when I think I can't take any more of the agonizing strong thrusts, he releases my hips. One hand slides up to my neck, holding my jaw and turning my face. He wants me to look into his face as he feasts on my mouth, his body filling mine again and again. He drives us both mad with desire as we tumble over the edge and fall together in the maddening ecstasy.

  Chapter Six

  KENTON

  I lay down on the ground and pull her limp body onto my chest. She's quiet, her hair spread across my chest. Jesus fucking Christ. Why was I so rough? I just took the innocence of a girl who isn't even twenty. Did I even bother to ask if she was sure? What the hell is wrong with me? Pushing the hair out of her eyes and looking into her soft brown eyes, searching for signs of pain and fear. I find only satisfaction.

  The little brat is proud of herself. Well, isn't that something? The confidence of this young woman, strolling up in some barely-there sundress, seducing me, asking me to take her against the lakeshore, and then driving me mad with her virginal innocence and womanly desires.

  Lucy Knight, you are one hell of a package.

  "Are you okay?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

  "Yes," she says, smiling up at me, grinning like a madwoman. "Are you okay? You're not worn out, are you?" she asks with a wink, and then she nips at my nipple.

  "Is that a comment on my age?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, looking down at her. "Because you're not really in a position to be lippy, are you?" I ask, enjoying the way her narrow hips fit into my large hands and the way she shudders as I grind her down against me again.

  "No, Officer, I suppose I'm not," she says, her voice playful.

  "That's Chief to you," I said jokingly.

  "Oh, my apologies Chief," she replies with a wiggle of her brows.

  "Under the circumstances, though," I say, serious now, "you should probably call me Kenton."

  "I was already calling you Kenton," she sasses smugly.

  "Yes, well, I think you should probably just stick to that."

  She starts laughing, making my cock harden again. "Do you think someone heard us?" she whispers brightly with excitement.

  "Well, you were undoubtedly loud enough," I say with a smirk.

  "Only because you were railing me," she replies, propping herself up on her elbows and sliding her silky legs seductively up around my waist, pressing her knees up against her shoulders and back down again.

  You're quite flexible, aren't you?" I ask, as more carnal images came to mind.

  "I was a gymnast," she shrugs casually.

  It's like she doesn't know that she's driving me wild. Waves of desire fill me. I can't help but smile at her too. I don't genuinely smile at many people, but Lucy just brings out the best in me, when she isn't bringing out the carnal animal, that is.

  "No, yeah, I remember," I stammer, suddenly self-conscious as heat rises in my face.

  How did I forget that Charlie was on the same gymnastics team? I roll us over and slide myself from her. She moans again as I leave her body for the final time. Looking down at myself and sliding off the condom that I had discreetly slid on before entering her, I wrap it in a Ziploc that I had brought for the fish, that I likely won't catch tonight.

  "Lucy, are you going to tell anyone about this?" I ask, suddenly concerned.

  "What do you mean?" she asks, confused.

  "Well, i
t's just that if people knew about us…” I say, trailing off and looking towards the town. They may not understand."

  "Well, I'm no stranger to controversy," she says casually. I know she means her father, the man who was imprisoned on drug charges and then released. Christ, I know her father. That is not a conversation I want to have with him and Jake... What would he do when he saw me, knowing I fucked his little girl. If the roles were reversed, I might not hesitate to grab my sidearm.

  "Are you ashamed of me?" she asks, her face now flushed with anger.

  Groaning to myself now and sliding myself back into my pants I try to explain, "Well, see, I don't think we thought this through. I know I certainly didn't." I can see that stings her. I hate knowing that I hurt her.

  "Well, I did," she says coolly, sitting up now. Still mostly naked and unashamed, she tugs out another smile from me. "I knew exactly what I was doing when I marched down here. I saw you standing here fishing without a shirt and knew I wanted you. I saw what I wanted, and I took it. I'm not ashamed.

  That gets me. She knew exactly what she was doing when she came here and got it, and here I thought it was I who took her.

  "Lucy," I say, "you were a virgin. You're a little more than a child.”

  "Don't say that," she snarls. "I'm a woman. Otherwise, that would've been a prison sentence,” she says, gesturing to the ground. "I am a woman, Kenton, and I want to be with you sexually and emotionally. Or aren't you old enough and mature enough to handle that?"

  "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I challenge her.

  "It means that I want a relationship with you. You can fuck me on the lakeshore, but you're afraid of what people will think when they see us together in town?"

  "What, no, that's not what I'm saying-"

  "It's my dad, isn't it? You're ashamed because you're dating the notorious drug lord of Oak Valley's daughter, and it makes you look bad as a cop."

  "You’re not your dad," I say dismissively, amused and offended by her heated responses.

  "You're missing the point," she snaps, her dark brown eyes furious. "I like you. I care about you. I want to be with you, and I don't give a fuck what other people think."

  That makes me pause for a beat. I don't know if either of us is aware of how deeply my feelings for her genuinely go. I am not in love with her, but I do care about her, deeply. Hell, I've known her, her entire life. Which might sound creepy, but you can't help how and when you meet people, I guess.

  "Lucy, I care about you. I do," I say, a bit moved by the half-naked girl in front of me. "I just want to keep you safe and happy. I don't want life to become harder for you. Your life has been hard enough as it is. You don't need me making it any more difficult," I say, pulling my shirt back on and watching the sadness cloud her eyes.

  "Don't tell me what I do or don't need. I know what I need. I need you; God damn it!" She shouts.

  "This was a mistake, Lucy," I sigh, not being able to bear looking at her.

  "Well, if this is a mistake, it's already been made, and we need to live with it."

  I look into her eyes again, emotion filling me. Feelings I haven’t had for anyone in a long time.

  "Lucy," I whisper, holding her face in my hands, enjoying the soft feel of it. "I care about you. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

  "Then don't be the one who hurts me," she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill down her lovely face.

  How could I have been so careless? How could I have spoiled this moment for her? I will never forgive myself if I leave her in the woods devastated after she gave herself to me.

  "Okay, Lucy," I whisper, kissing her softly. "I would never hurt you on purpose."

  She doesn’t say anything. She just sits there and watches me, waiting for me to break her heart.

  "We can't tell people. I don't want people to know. Not yet."

  "Okay," she says, nodding and sniffling. "I can live with that."

  "This probably goes without saying... but please don't tell Charlie. When the time comes for us to tell people, I think I should tell her. I don't want to upset her either."

  She nods thoughtfully, "That makes sense."

  "Okay," I say, smiling now. "So, Lucy,"

  "Yes?" she asks, breathless, never taking her eyes from mine.

  "Are we together then?"

  She laughs, a quick burst that has me laughing too. It's so good to see her smile again.

  "Yes, Kenton, I'll be your girlfriend."

  "Good," I say, smiling at her. "We should have ground rules."

  "Like what?" she asks, her brows knit together as she slides her sundress back over her shoulders.

  "Well, for one thing, we don't tell anyone for right now. We won't tell anyone until we both agree it's the right time. We'll just have this to ourselves. I don't want other people's opinions to hinder our relationship."

  "Okay," she agrees.

  "In public, we'll continue to call each other by our formal names 'Chief Traverse' and Miss Knight'."

  She nods again, agreeing.

  "We won't go to each other's homes until after dark and leave before dawn, so people don't see our cars. We'll also park away from the homes, or I'll come and pick you up."

  "That's fine," she shrugs, now standing and dusting off her dress.

  "Most important of all, I don't share what's mine."

  Gripping her around her waist again, I pull her close to me and kiss her deeply, enjoying the way she melts into me.

  "Hmm," she makes a purring sound of pleasure. I can feel her smiling against my lips as the kiss relaxes from a hot need to cool friendship.

  "I don't share either," she says, smiling up at me.

  "Good," I whisper, looking deeply into her brown eyes. I never thought we would be here. How could we be?

  Sighing now, I release her and take her hand in mine. "Can I escort you home?" I ask, hopeful, wanting to spend more time with her.

  "I'd like that," she says, turning and walking with me, carrying my fishing rod.

  Chapter Seven

  LUCY

  I can't believe it. I did it. If you asked me a couple of months ago if I thought it were possible, I'd have said only in my dreams. My dreams had been satisfying, but nothing like what I had just experienced. What I experienced was beyond words, beyond explanation. It wasn't how I imagined it being. I didn't think it would hurt as much as it did, but I also wasn't expecting the overwhelming pleasure. Or to like being spanked.

  I wonder if I look different now? I feel different. Walking to the mirror, I examine myself. My cheeks are flushed, and I'm glowing. It was so wonderful to be loved. Loved? Was I loved? No, that would be ridiculous. We’ve only just started seeing each other. It was new, and it’s just a new avenue of our lives to explore together.

  Who am I kidding? We’ve known each other for almost my entire life. What if this ends badly? It's not like we won’t see each other. He is Charlie's father, and Charlie and I are like sisters. We grew up together, attended the same classes; we were on the same gymnastics and track teams. Charlie and I were almost as close as Abbie and I are.

  Add to all of that; he is the police chief for the small town that I call home, and he knows my dad. For better or for worse, we are connected. I can leave, though. I think I would too. If we weren't together, I would leave this sleepy town; I would go somewhere new, somewhere exciting. Maybe Abbie and I could get away together. I have never been to Paris; perhaps we could go spend a week there. Then what, though?

  Sighing to myself, I decide not to think about it. I'm just going to live in the moment, enjoy my time with him while I can. Maybe he's right, and this will all end in tears. But at the end of it all, I'll know that I went after what I wanted, and I got it, if only for a summer.

  Climbing into bed, I wish that he were here with me now. I feel like people who sleep together should, well, sleep together. They call it "sleeping together" for a reason, right?

  I will have to work on him.
I’m okay with his rules, and they make sense in the short term. We want people to stay out of our business so that we can take the time and focus on ourselves.

  Kenton is right; when people start talking, it becomes difficult to focus on what matters most. What do we want? How do we feel? If we can't answer those questions on our own now, how will we answer them when people are talking through the grapevine?

  So, I will abide by the rules for now, but eventually, they will need to be amended if this is going to work in the long term.

  There I go again, thinking long-term. I wonder if Kenton ever thinks of me long-term. I’m too afraid to be pushy. Even the healthiest relationships are ruined by moving too quickly. I just need to stop being a girl and focus more on the moment. We have the summer. The summer should be enough.

  The next morning, I wake up early; I need to get in another run. Running is my way of working off excess steam. While last night was incredible and burned off some of my sexual tension, it left me feeling antsy in another way. Now, I’m restless for emotional reasons. I want to be with Kenton now, and I’m not sure how I can arrange a meeting with him. I want to run into him in a natural way. I'm not familiar enough with his daily routine, though. I imagine he leaves home by 7:30 and then drives to work. From there, he likely patrols and does paperwork. I know he responds to domestic disputes too, but I'm not likely to find myself in one of those.

  You know what, I'll make this super simple. I'll go by the Sheriff's department, claiming to be dropping off something for Charlie, and bring him a coffee in the process. Everyone knows that we are friends, and in fact, I do have one of Charlie's t-shirts in my closet.