Bleed Blue 69: Twenty-Five Authors…One Sexy Police Station

by Anthology

  “Want to talk about it?” Rex asked her, and I stomped his foot under the table. Of course, she didn’t want to talk about it. He was going to scare her off, and she already avoided me like the plague.

  Sitting back, crossing her arms, her already tense mood soured. “What’s there to talk about. I jumped out of the car, got my perp, started handcuffing him and the crowd started chanting, “Fuck the police”.”

  I shook my head. “That’s how it is now. Sometimes. Don’t let it get to you. You saved lives.”

  Rex chimed in, “You know, everyone loves a fireman. They’re coming to save you. We are too—but fuck us.”

  “Saving lives doesn’t mean they won’t try to bust my hump over this. Didn’t save me from a butt load of paperwork, either.” She moved her fingers around like her hands were sore from all the typing.

  “We have a rule tonight.” I told her, raising my glass to hers. “No talking about the job.”

  “Agreed,” she huffed out, relieved, her lips curling into a deep smile before she downed the last sip from her glass.

  Noticing our pitcher sat empty, I excused myself and went to the bar to order us another round. Melanie, the fiery headed bartender was one step ahead of me, pulling the right tap.

  “Keep ‘em coming,” I told her, slipping her a tip that made her face light up.

  Tiptoeing to look over my shoulder, she saw Jaks at our table. “Nice,” she commented, raising her eyebrows, giving me a look that said she knew what was going on. Bartenders—they knew too much.

  Armed with a frosty pitcher of Saranac Pale Ale, I made my way back, hoping to either cheer Jaks up or help drown her sorrows. Either way, we couldn’t go on avoiding each other just because we had the hots for each other and we worked in the same precinct. It was driving me crazy, having her so close but off limits. My plans changed before I even reached our table. The rest of the crew had showed up and lured Jaks away to the far side of the table they’d pushed against ours.

  The evening flew by as our group downed a couple more pitchers. Rex and I played pool and darts until his new woman showed up. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be couples. Detective Foster and his new love, Olivia sat in a booth looking at each other like they were the only ones here. My buddy Devlyn joined us for a beer. He’d brought a pretty girl he claimed was only his roommate—yeah right. Even the bartender’s man showed up. I stole glances at Jaks all night, keeping an eye on her while she was getting goosed with the ladies from the six-nine. That was until I saw an old friend myself.

  “Clyde,” I called him over.

  He greeted me with a fist bump and a joke. “What’s this like, Cheers or something, motherfucker? It’s good to see you.”

  Both born and raised in Brooklyn, Clyde and I had gone to grade school together, but I’d moved into my Grandmother’s house in Hoboken by the time we were in High School. Clyde Holmes came from a long line of blue bloods while I’d had a dead-beat dad and an alcoholic mother. When I was eight years old, his father pulled my family’s car over on Christmas Eve but not to give us a ticket. They were giving out presents. The G.I. Joe was about the only present I’d gotten that year. I decided that Christmas, I wanted to be one of the boys in blue.

  “Where’re you at now?” I thought I’d see him at the toy drive. We delivered the extra toys in the same manner this Christmas Eve, just last week.

  “I’m with the eight-two now. Stationed out in Queens. I hear you all have too many rookies. I could put a word in.”

  “We’ll talk later,” I said, my mind on Jaks. It’d be easier to date her but harder to see her.

  When Clem said, “Catch you later,” I asked, “Where's Jaks?" Realizing I’d taken my eyes off her.

  “At the bar.” Following Rex’s nod, I saw she sat, not at the bar, but on the mahogany talking to some dude who eyed her like she was merely a piece of ass. Laughing at something he said, she threw her head back in a sexual pose. His hand glided up her leg. My hands clenched up at my sides. I stomped over.

  "Andrew Ritchie!" She squealed, jumping off the bar into my arms. Catching her, I returned the embrace, smelling hints of toasted coconut in her hair. With her arms squeezing my neck, she landed a wet kiss on my cheek before her fingers found their way into my short, dark blond hair. Our noses touching, she steered my head to bring my blue grey eyes to her big brown ones. “Ritchie, I think I need to go home.”

  I agreed. She was wasted.

  "You’re so handsome, Ritchie with your dimples and your big bear arms.” She slurred her words, clinging to my arm and petting my bicep with her other hand as I helped her out into the frigid winter night. Jaks couldn’t walk straight, and I couldn’t have driven if I’d had a car. Although, I preferred the subway, there were taxis already lining up. After I maneuvered her inside a car, I slid in beside her. When she couldn’t give her address, I searched her purse for her I.D. and found a bunch of condoms. Damn it. The thought of her with other men made me stutter when I read her address out loud. She lived in the financial district which would be crazy busy during the day but dead at this hour.

  Practically laying across my lap, she splayed her hands over my chest, looking up at me seductively. "I knew if I drank too much, you’d take care of me." Her fingers climbed up and touched my face lightly before trailing my bottom lip. “Why have you never kissed me, Andrew Ritchie?” Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck like she would pull me into a kiss.

  Reminding myself, I was taking care of her, I tore her hands down. Just as I tugged her wrists away, her body slinked up against me and she pressed her lips to mine. It took everything in me not to respond, keeping my lips closed as her tongue darted about. Her breasts smashed against me, and her teeth pinched my bottom lip, dragging it down. My dick responded. I closed my eyes, half taking pleasure in the moment and half trying to control myself. I couldn’t help but notice how soft her plump lips were, imagining how they’d feel giving me a nice long blow job. Smelling tequila and lime on her breath, I tugged her into an embrace that would keep her hands and lips off me even as my cock began to stiffen. The rest of the way, I licked my lips, tasting her fruity lip gloss, telling myself that I was an officer of the law as was she. I’d control myself, get her home safe and that would be that.

  In front of her door, I grabbed her keys from her wobbly hands to let her into her apartment. She took off her coat and kicked off her shoes right in the hallway. I bent to pick them up and threw them inside. “Are you coming in?" She asked, shocking me. “My roommate won’t be home until next week.” My eyes must have bulged because she explained, “Just to make sure I make it to my bed safe.”

  Repeating to myself, I was only being a gentleman, I silently followed her in. She stumbled, falling backwards, her back bumping into my chest. Her sweet-smelling hair tickled my nose as I clutched her taut waist to steady her. Turning in my arms, she blinked her hooded eyes, lust puckering her red lips. Ignoring the urge to take her, I turned her back around and led her into the apartment. Knowing her way around, she quickly left me and stumbled off down a lit hallway. I waited for her to return or call out.

  Checking my watch, I waited for a full two minutes before calling out myself, "Sanchez? You alright in there?"

  She didn’t respond so I found the only closed door and knocked. Nothing. Damn it. I’d have to open it. She could’ve passed out and hit her head or something. When I opened the door a crack, Jaks sat up in her bed on her knees. She’d stripped down to a tiny bra and panties, red as her shirt had been and stunning against her golden skin. My back stiffened. Her brown eyes widened and her mouth fell open at the sight of me.

  I babbled out, “I just wanted to, uh, check on you. I'm gonna head out."

  “Come in." Her voice slinked as she beckoned me with one crooked finger.

  My breathing stopped, the swell in my pants returning as my sweaty palm hesitated on the door knob. "Not a good idea, Sanchez."

  "Please." She batted her dark lashes, chewing on her low
er lip, and I was done for. I stepped in, closed her door behind me and strode to the side of her bed on autopilot. I stood helplessly with my hands on my hips as Jaks ran her hands down her body, touching all I longed to. "Why haven't you tried anything with me?" Her tiny hand took a hold of my wrist, dragging me closer with the force of someone who tackled a man three times her size earlier today.

  Knowing I couldn’t let myself take advantage of her, no matter if she begged. I stopped her from pulling me on top of her, but just barely. Holding my ground, I’d only put my knee on her bed. "You’re drunk.” I slipped out of her grip.

  “Not that drunk. I know you want me. And after today, I need it.” Her sad eyes begged me now.

  "No," I told her, my voice not my own but one of reason.

  Cupping her breasts seductively, she pushed out her lower lip. She let out a disappointed but suggestive noise, and my dick responded.

  "Not happening," I said more to my dick than to her.

  Jaks gave me a pissed off look. "I thought you wanted me, Ritchie."

  "I do," I admitted, quickly, feeling it in the erection that hardened in my pants. "But… not like this." I touched her cheek, tenderly, hoping she understood this wasn’t a rejection.

  “How about like this,” she cooed. Her fingers flew under my thin sweater, her blunt nails lightly scraping at my lower abs. They dipped lower, undoing my belt. Battling a primitive force that wanted desperately to forget she wasn’t in her right mind and sink my cock in deep, I stood powerless. She unbuttoned my jeans and curled her fingers around my erection before I found the wits to stop her. Delicate, agile fingers curled around my stiff cock, paralyzing me. Her hand drove down to the base of my erection, giving a squeeze before she pumped with purpose, causing me to suck in a quick breath.

  “Jaks, no,” I choked out, halfheartedly as she unveiled me, pulling my dick out of my underwear. My male pride surged as her eyes enlarged momentarily at the sight of it. With a seductive simmer on her face, she leaned in to give it a tentative lick from base to tip, drinking down the pearl of white on the head, making me hiss in pleasure. I about lost it when she opened her hot, little mouth and descended more determined, taking in as much of me as she could. Sparks went off as she suckled me like a popsicle, a satisfied hum coming from her throat.

  "No, no, no..." I began breathlessly, my words contrary to my desires as she brought her hand to the party and cupped my balls. "No." I was finally able to say more harshly through clinched teeth. "I like you, Jaks. A whole lot. I love what you are doing, but it’s got to stop.” Although Jackie Sanchez sucking my dick had been the subject of too many of my dirty dreams in the Academy—hell even last week, I stumbled away from her.

  She sat back on her heels, defeated. "So, you're not going to fuck me when I need it most?"

  Buttoning my pants, I hurried to the door before she convinced me otherwise. “You’re drunk, and you’d never forgive me. Besides we both have to work tomorrow.” For the last six months, I’d been in the same dilemma having her so close but out of reach. “If you still need me to fuck you when you sober up, find me tomorrow at midnight.”

  Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve, and no rookie got that night off. We’d be securing one million plus people jam packed into Time’s Square to watch the ball drop. I seriously doubted that Jaks would even remember any of this, but if she did, I’d certainly take her up on her offer after the stress of tomorrow night. I made sure to lock her door when I left. When I got home, I took care of what she’d left in my pants and had really good dreams.

  It was my first time as an officer during the big event, but I’d been plenty of times before and knew Times Square like the back of my hand even if I liked to avoid it because of the tourists. Tonight, we’d not only be on the lookout for the usual, unruly drunks, weapons of all kinds, big purses and such but, even though the mayor announced there were no credible threats, we’d be watching for signs of terrorists, too. Basically, a given since 2001. We’d have lots of help in the sky, on the roof tops, on all fours and in plain clothes in the crowd. And on top of it all, we’d be dealing with the thousands of anti-police brutality protesters who showed up—we’d be protecting them too.

  To my dismay, I spent most of the evening patrolling the Times Square subway station. I didn’t think Jaks could find me if she wanted to. Not being able to steer my mind from last night, I made sure to move above ground for the ball drop. Patrolling the pens, I inched closer to the live performances where I’d heard Jaks was stationed, so she could get a glimpse of one of her favorites, Demi Lovato. Spotting her slight frame just as the countdown started, I imagined no one would ever think she could take down the thug she did yesterday. That made what I was about to do even more nerve racking. Despite her condition last night, I didn’t know how she’d react to me laying one on her at the most opportune time, to seal her fate with mine for the coming year.

  Her back was still to me when the ball dropped. Taking her arm, I swung her around. She flinched, her hand going to her bat until she saw it was me. Her lips parted revealing a big white smile, unusual for a hard ass like her. Even her eyes smiled, like she was surprised to see me—pleasantly surprised. Holding her cold cheek and slight waist, I went in for a cinematic kiss, it being New Years and all. As the city dumped one ton of paper on us, our warm tongues twisted, mine with the hope of things to come.

  When we pulled apart, I came back to reality. I knew with the party over, we’d have to clear all the people out to let the sanitation crews in. Even if Jaks did want to get together, it’d be in the wee hours of the morning after our shift. I wasn’t completely sure she remembered last night until I asked her what she was doing after we got off, and she replied, looking me up and down, “You know where I live.”

  As soon as she let me in her apartment, I went to kiss her again, my lips landing squarely on hers. Her mouth opened for me instantly, and our kiss deepened more than before. Our bodies melded together, and I was sure she could feel the raging hard on I’d been sporting the whole way over here.

  "What are we doing?" She murmured some hesitation in between our intense kisses.

  I didn’t answer her. My mouth was too busy as I walked her backwards into her bedroom. I reached around the back of her shirt and up, finding her bra and strategically undoing the clasp.

  “Last night I was out of it,” she explained, breathlessly as she pulled away from my mouth.

  “So, you don’t need me to fuck you?” I inched away, not sure if I was being rejected or not.

  “Last night, I was in a bad place. I should have been proud of myself, but I was shaken up. I don’t usually drink like that.”

  “It’s completely understandable.” I stepped back more, taking the hint.

  Putting her arms around my neck before I could get away completely, she smirked, before saying, “It’s not that I need you to fuck me because I feel bad. I want you.” Standing on her tiptoes, she gave me an abbreviated, open mouthed kiss. “I’ve wanted you since the Academy.” At that, she stepped back and tugged her top over her head. She was wearing red lingerie again but lacey this time. “I just thought you lost interest.”

  I slid the material down her arms, and the sight of her naked breasts caused a shudder to course through me. “I never lost interest. We just work in the same precinct, now,” I stammered out as I took a few steps and got her right to where I wanted her, lying on her bed, under me.

  “I know. Seeing you every day and having to stay away so I don’t ruin my career is driving me mad.”

  My heart thudded in my chest as she said the same thing I’d been feeling. I brought my head down, my kisses trailing along the caramel skin between her two mounds.

  “We can’t tell anyone.” Her voice held too much worry.

  Cupping one of her heavy breasts, I spoke against her sweet tasting skin. “Ten-four. This will be our secret.”

  She put her hands in my hair as I bent lower to peel her pants off her legs. I stopped to admire her red la
cy panties. My fingers grazed them, hesitating. Jaks hummed approvingly, so I went straight for the prize, tearing them down to round her ankles and land on the floor. Fully nude and laid out before me, she was sexier than I’d ever dreamed. Full bubble breasts gave way to a soft but tone tummy. And lower, she’d shaved all but for an enticing strip of dark hair. Bending again, I pressed my lips to her upper thigh and spread her legs wide. My tongue straggled along, finding and teasing her hard bean. She threw her legs over my shoulders, bringing me closer. I licked my lips before going in, licking, flicking, biting and sucking her clit as she became even juicier.

  “Fuck,” Jaks moaned clutching my hair. Her hips bucked and back arched, opening her petals in front of me. My tongue traced her dripping, pink opening and slipped in, finding it just as honeyed as her mouth and skin. Clutching her thighs on either side of my head, I gyrated my tongue, switching between both sensitive places and running it all the way down her crack. “Ritchie,” she cried out right before her orgasm shook her. She hauled me up to her face, smashing her lips into mine, her juices meddling between our tongues.

  Since I’d not gotten mine yet, I kissed her like a hungry animal, and when I came up for air, I took the time to appreciate the beautiful woman I’d wanted for so long. Running my hand down her cheek, I found her skin was burning hot and flushed red. She glistened with a sheen of sweat. I imagined I looked pretty much the same, but I was still clothed. I took care of that, ripping off my shirt and undoing my belt. Her hands went to my torso like magnets on metal. Her fingers studied my muscles while an appreciative expression grew on her face. I barely got my pants down before she hitched her shapely legs around my waist. Raking her wetness against my erection, she was begging me to enter her. My whole frame quivered as I pushed forward.

  "Oh, God," she groaned, her eyes screwing shut as I shoved completely in.

  Fully impaled, she felt so tight around my cock, her pussy squeezing my dick perfectly. As much as I needed to move, I wanted to be careful and give her time to adjust. “You okay?”