“You were scared of me?”
“You were…” He looked away, scrambling through the mess of mush in his head for a few usable words. The best he came up with was the stark truth. Abandoning the search for his key and the last scrap of his pride, he threw his hands up in frustration. “I was a virgin. There. I said it. I was a virgin the night you…offered. I got scared. I said no.” He gave his head a helpless shake and shrugged. “But it didn’t have anything to do with whether I wanted you or not.”
Time stood still. Her expression softened as understanding dawned. A glimmer of a smile ghosted across her lips. She leaned in, her warm mouth glancing off his ear, her breath tickling his throat. “I was a virgin too,” she confessed.
He froze, afraid to breathe too hard for fear of upsetting the tenuous balance between them. Licking his lips, he gulped the lump in his throat. “I know.”
Confusion furrowed her brows and tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You know? What do you mean you know?”
He cleared the frog from his throat, but still his voice rasped like sandpaper. “I knew you were. Back then,” he added. “I knew back then you weren’t anything like what people said you were.”
Those plump lips rounded into an O and his dick stood up and cheered. It wasn’t much of a stretch to imagine her luscious mouth wrapped around it. Her eyes grew wide for a moment before her expression shuttered.
“Oh, yes, I was.”
“I mean, I knew about the, uh…I knew you were with some of the guys—”
“Most of the guys,” she interrupted.
“But I also knew you didn’t sleep with any of them.”
“No. There was no sleeping. Hard to get comfy under the bleachers.”
“Sherry—”
“Don’t try to make me out to be all Snow White, Tyler. We both know who all I did.”
“And I know what you did. Trust me, there wasn’t a guy in town who didn’t get a special charge out of telling me.” His jaw clenched. The tiny muscle ticked, too tight for comfort. “It drove me crazy, the things people said.”
She tried to shrug off the memories, but he caught the fleeting glimpses of pain chasing across her expressive face. “They’d been saying them since I was a kid.”
“I know, and it wasn’t fair. I was no worse than you, but no one called me a slut.”
“Of course not,” she drawled. “You’re Tyler Prescott.”
He chose to ignore her sarcasm. “Wouldn’t have been my first blowjob, either.”
She pursed her lips into a provocative pout. “Would have been your best.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He raised an eyebrow, keeping his gaze steady on hers. “Half the football team sang your praises.”
She leaned in close. Her breath blew hot and damp across his ear and the soft curls that escaped her messy ponytail tickled his cheek. “You were the only senior I didn’t blow.”
Hooking one finger through the empty cuff, he moved closer still, crowding her. “Sorry to screw up your perfect season, but I wanted more.”
“I would have given it up for you.” She returned his unflinching stare. “I wanted it to be you, Tyler.”
He moved fast, unwilling to let her slip away now that he finally had her where he wanted her. The metallic chink of the cuffs rang out, marking the capture of her free hand.
“I wanted more than a quick grope in the backseat,” he growled.
Her eyes went as big and round as dinner plates. Her luscious lips fell open. He smiled when she gave her arms an experimental tug.
“I’ve waited a long time for you to come back.” He brushed a tender kiss to her gaping mouth, drawing lightly on her full lower lip. Running his index finger along the collar of her T-shirt, he pulled her toward him. She swayed like a sapling in a March wind. He tasted her mouth, her cheeks, her jaw. “I’m not scared anymore, Sherry,” he breathed into her ear. “Stay awhile. Let me have you now.”
She tipped her head back. A mewl rumbled from her throat as he drew on the soft skin beneath her ear. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Me either.” He smiled as he pulled back to look her in the eye. “Isn’t that lucky for both of us?”
*
The rasp of nylon scraping cotton ripped through the air. She stopped breathing when he removed the utility belt. Her nipples tightened when his gun hit the counter with a thunk. He ran his hands down her arms. The damp T-shirt stretched tight across her tits and the girls all but reached for him. He darted a heated glance at the straining peaks and she almost begged him to touch her.
Sherry was panting, but she couldn’t care less. Cool had flown out the window the minute this hot cop stepped through the door. No use in denying she wanted him. Her traitorous body made her interest all too obvious. She watched his every move. Her eyes followed his fingers as they trailed from one button to the next. The front of his uniform shirt billowed. He chuckled, pulling the peaked hat from his head and tossing it onto the pile. A snug white undershirt stretched taut over ridges of hard muscle. The uniform shirt dropped to the dusty floor. Moments later that tantalizing undershirt followed, and she gave a wistful little sigh.
He made short work of his fly. His cock sprang free, the thick shaft jutting from a nest of curls shades darker than the fair hair on his head. She bit her lip, a lame attempt to stifle the groan rattling around in her chest. He toed the pile of discarded clothing then took her by the shoulders, positioning her directly in front of him.
“Now, Sherry,” he ordered, his voice rich as molasses. His palms pressed into her shoulders, exerting the barest of pressure and an unmistakable command. “Show me what I missed.”
She sank to her knees, glancing up at him through lowered lashes as she nudged his hat aside with her knee. Her center of gravity was off, altered by her hands locked at the small of her back. Momentum carried her forward and, unable to catch herself, she fell into him. Her nose bumped his straining cock. The teeth of his zipper bit into her cheek.
He laughed and caught her by the shoulders once more, propelling her back enough for her to catch her balance. “Whoa! Sorry.”
The rise and fall of his broad chest saved her from pure mortification. “Wow, you’d think I’d never done this.”
“The cuffs…” he said breathlessly.
She looked up at him. Meeting his earnest gaze, she finished the thought for him. “Are turning me on like you wouldn’t believe.”
The startled laugh that burst from his lips cut through the tension around them. His fingers slid into her hair, gently dislodging the clip holding the dense curls. She gasped her relief when the clasp gave way.
He gathered handfuls of her hair and tipped her head back farther. “I’d believe it.” She brushed her lips over the velvety head of his dick, and his fingers tightened in the humidity-spun coils. “Your mouth, Sherry. I’ve been thinking about your mouth for six years.”
She lapped up the bead of moisture gathering at the very tip. “You’ve thought about me?”
His hips jerked and blunt fingertips dug into her scalp. She pressed a chaste kiss to the swollen tip of him. She opened her mouth, drawing him in and circling her tongue languidly. He tugged her hair and she took him deeper, sucking harder.
She drank in the musky scent of him. Her lips twitched. She fought back a smile when his head fell back and he began to thrust into her. She teased him, letting her lips go lax as they slid the length of him, then sucking him deep. She ran her barely sheathed teeth over the sensitive head of his cock, delighting in the shiver she sent racing through his body. Nuzzling his balls, she hummed appreciatively when his hands tightened in her hair.
His cock slipped from her mouth with a soft pop. “Is this what you think about?” she asked, her voice low and breathy. “Me on my knees…your cuffs on my wrists…your big, hot dick in my mouth?”
He groaned long and loud, all the answer she needed. She pulled him deeper still, relaxing her throat and relishing the smooth glide of taut flesh
against her tongue. The telltale ripple of his climax sent a mixture of triumph and panic sweeping through her. She glanced up and found him staring at her through eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
She wondered if he’d make her stop. She didn’t want to stop. He was the one she thought of all those years ago. He was the one she dreamed of still. Her pussy tingled, drenched with the knowledge that she was driving him to the edge. She was the one pushing him to the very brink.
“Sherry,” he gasped. His knees buckled. He fell back against the counter and she went with him, pitching forward on her knees until she caught him again. Her lips locked tight around him. His cock pulsed in her mouth. He thrust wildly, his body jerking as each jolt of pleasure rocketed through him.
Hot, thick bursts of come slid down her throat. She swallowed convulsively.
His fingers knotted in her hair. “Oh God, I’m gonna fuck you,” he whispered.
Pleasure edged with pain. Passion spent tingled on her lips and tongue. She slowed, stroking him with soft swipes of her lips and soothing the shudders away with her tongue.
“Today. Tonight.” His voice broke, but a thread of steely determination ran through his words. “Now.”
She smiled and placed a tiny kiss to the very tip of his cock before she flashed a brilliant smile. “I’m not sure you’re up for that right now.”
He hooked her under her arms and hauled her to her feet, hugging her close when she stumbled over his feet and into his arms. “Try me, Sugar,” he hissed in her ear.
Tyler kissed her again, this time nipping her lips softly. She kissed him back, relishing the tang of his hot mouth on hers. Each demanding kiss sent desire pulsing through her bloodstream. She tasted the fire inside him, but the flash of heat pushing her to her knees had been tempered by release. Her body smoldered after each soul-searing kiss.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss and plunged his hand into the loose pocket of his pants. He straightened, waving a key. She opened her mouth to protest as he reached for the cuffs, but the scent of masculine sweat and faded aftershave proved too much to resist. He flinched when she sank her teeth into the muscle at the curve of his neck.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest. “You’ll pay for that.”
She smiled and pressed wet openmouthed kisses to his throat as restitution. “Promises…” She murmured the taunt into his skin. One cuff sprang open and she jerked her hands from his grasp before he popped the other. Framing his face, she pressed her thumbs to the underside of his jaw, the loose cuff bumping against his neck and shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t let me go. I’m a bad, bad girl, Deputy Prescott.”
“Look at me.” Tyler brushed his thumb over her moist lips. When she met his gaze, his eyes flared with a zeal his pulpit-pounding daddy would have envied. “Doesn’t matter how bad you think you are, Sherry Adams. This is going to be good.”
Capturing her lips again, he parted them and kissed her deeply. He trailed off, blazing a line of hot, demanding kisses along her jaw to her ear, and she purred low in her throat.
Sherry raked her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back until she was able to kiss him again. He tugged her closer, molding her body to his, his hand sliding down to the soft curve of her ass and pushing her roughly against the open fly of his uniform pants. “I knew we would be,” she panted. “I always knew.”
He plundered her neck. Fine stubble scraped her cheeks and chin, setting each and every nerve ending on fire. She arched into him, desperately seeking the friction she needed. Desire bubbled to a boil inside her, seeping through her veins and escaping through her skin. “Touch me.”
Tyler’s hand skimmed over her rib cage and nestled beneath the curve of her breast. His thumb stroked the damp skin. Her back bowed as she fisted one hand in the soft waves at his nape. The other slipped into the waistband of his pants. She squeezed the taut muscle of his ass, whimpering into his mouth as he caressed her breast through her shirt.
She raked her nails over the silken skin of his bare back. “Take it off. Take it all off.”
He kissed his way along the neckline of her shirt, his hand snaking beneath the hem to lay claim to her stomach. Without warning, he pushed her arms high into the air. The chink of the cuffs swinging loose off her wrist sent a shiver shooting down her spine. Her shirt sailed over the counter. Seconds later, the clasp of her bra gave way. She gasped when warm, thick air rushed over her bare breasts. She barely caught her breath before he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss. He rocked back on his heels and his gaze dropped to her small pink-tipped breasts.
“Not much going on there,” she said with a self-conscious laugh, fighting the urge to hide from his frank perusal.
He brushed his thumb over one rosy peak, a cocky smile twitching his lips as the flesh pebbled in eager response. He pulled her roughly against him and kissed her again, his tongue sweeping into her mouth possessively. Pinching her nipple, he rolled the puckered flesh between his thumb and forefinger. The gentle tugs and pulls were not enough. At least not for her. Desperate to get closer, she rubbed against him, but Tyler released her abruptly, sending her stumbling back against the glass display case.
“Wha—”
“Take your shorts off.”
His voice came raw and raspy. The stark hunger in his eyes provided all the prompting she needed. Within seconds she kicked her shorts and panties aside and stood square in front of him wearing nothing but a dangling pair of handcuffs.
“See anything you like?” she purred.
For a slow-talking Southern man, he moved awfully fast. The question was still ringing in her ears as her feet left the ground. He spun her around so fast she lost her bearings. Her palms hit the top of the dusty display case and slid. Her stiff nipples grazed the glass. The jolt of the cool surface against damp, sweaty skin made her sizzle inside. His foot grazed her insole. One hand fisted in her hair.
“Spread ’em.” His breath on her ear scalded her senses. He bent over her back, forcing her stance wide. “Say it again, Sherry. Tell me how bad you want me.”
“Bad.” His wide palm skimmed her ass. She arched into the caress, her body reaching for him before her mind engaged. “I want you so bad.”
He pulled his hand away and she gasped, a strangled protest lodged tight in her throat. Her legs trembled with need. Dripping wet and aching, she turned to peer over her shoulder. She met his unflinching gaze. Hunger sharpened his features, drawing his skin taut over high cheekbones and a granite jaw. Desire clouded her mind. Pride flew out the window and her tongue grew thick and heavy with the weight of her want. She opened her mouth to speak, but a sharp, stinging slap snapped it shut on a yelp.
Her ass tingled. He’d spanked her. The man actually spanked her.
Tyler swallowed hard, his eyes wide with shock. He ran his fingertips over her heated flesh and she shivered. The imprint of his hand lingered on her skin despite his gentle ministrations. “Are you a bad girl, Sherry?”
“Bad.” The answer came unbidden. She had no idea where it came from. Rough play didn’t even pop up in her wildest fantasies, but here she was, bent over, throbbing, and giving serious consideration to asking for more. Pain and pleasure warred inside her. Long seconds ticked past before she realized both sides could win. “So, so bad.”
A satisfied smirk twitched the corner of his mouth. He looked as if he was certain of her answer all along. She blinked, slowly absorbing the fact that what she said was true. When it came to Tyler Prescott, she would be as bad as he wanted her to be. And the wide smile that creased his face told her it would be good. So damn good.
He spanked her again. This time, he matched her fevered moan with a low, rumbling groan, telling her this crazy turn of events was doing it for him too. Shifting her weight onto her toes, she gripped the edge of the case and lifted her ass higher. Three more resounding slaps landed in rapid succession, leaving her panting and desperate.
Tyler cupped her dripping cunt. One maddening finger slid the length of her folds,
spreading her moisture to her throbbing clit, then circling too slow and too soft. She mumbled a plea for relief and he chuckled.
“You like that,” he whispered, awe tingeing his voice once again.
Her face flamed as hot as her ass. “Yes.” Her confession came on a rush of breath, but it was clearly what he wanted to hear.
As a reward, he trailed singeing openmouthed kisses from her nape to the base of her spine. His breath danced over the flesh he’d branded as his. He marked the center of his palm print with a smacking kiss. “Good girl.”
*
Ready to burst, he yanked her up and spun her around. The dangling cuff caught his chin. He winced and quickly rubbed the ache away before claiming her mouth once more. He kissed her hard and hot, nudging her back to the display case as he worked steadily down her throat, across her collarbone, and nipped at the curve of her shoulder. A breath hissed from between her teeth when her tender ass hit the glass. He reached for her hands, raising them up over her head and trailing his fingertips lazily over the sensitive skin inside her arms. Then he tugged one taut nipple into his mouth.
He stole a glimpse of her face from under his lashes. “I’ve never spanked a woman.” She caught her lip between her teeth as she nodded, and all he wanted was to free it once more. Free them both from the misunderstandings that kept them apart for too long. Resolved, he gave honesty a shot, curious to see how it would play out. “I liked it.”
She gasped and clutched the back of his head when he blew cool air over her dampened skin. The loose cuff whacked his shoulder, but he didn’t care. “You were destined to be my first in some way, Sherry.”
Her back arched, her body all but begging him to take her. And he wanted to. He wanted to so bad. Whether they were virgins or not, this was going to be special. The air crackled with anticipation. He closed his lips over the very crest of her breast, pulling the aching flesh into his mouth and suckling deeply. Her hands braced on his shoulders, she ground against his hard thigh.
“Tyler…”
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