by Marie Jermy
“Definitely.”
He pursed his lips. He was not a sharing man. “If you cannot afford an attorney, then tough. In this case, Miss Forbes, a threesome is denied. You don’t need another man when I’m around. My cock is more than enough for you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answered rather humbly.
“If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will be one very happy lady when I fill you with my cock. Do you understand?” And he’d be a very happy man.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to scream and beg for my cock to fuck you?”
Her head nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.”
With equal enthusiasm, Matt began to finger Darcy’s pussy again, pushing them straight and deep. He pressed his thumb to her beaded clit. He then asked, “Miss Forbes, when it comes down to fucking, what turns you on?” Her minute-long description quite literally put him off his stroke. “Jeez, stop. Is this some scientist thing that you have to sound like you’re quoting from a medical textbook? When I said I wanted you to tell me what you like, I meant for you to tell me in graphic terms. The words penis and vagina just don’t have the same effect as the ones I can think of.”
“Which are what?” Darcy laughed out loud when Matt felt his face flush red and the only words his mouth would voice were “um” and “ah.” “Don’t go all shy on me now. Words like what? Do you mean words like cock and cu—”
He withdrew his fingers and pressed one to her mouth. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to lap up her juices. “No. Not that word. It’s not very nice, and I think it demeans women. I don’t like slit, either.”
“Okay. Pussy, then.”
“Yeah. Pussy and prick. Oh, and dick.”
“Mmm, considering where we are, dick is very appropriate.” She ran a hand down his uniform to the bulge of his hard cock stretching his pants. “I want your dick in my mouth. In my pussy. Up my ass. Ever tried anal?”
“Nope. You?”
“Several times. Wanna try with me?”
A bolt of hot excitement shot straight to his cock at the thought of fucking Darcy’s tight, upside-down-heart–shaped ass. “Is that what you’d like?”
“Uh-huh. But we’re gonna have to take a rain check on it. I left my ‘ride ’n’ glide’ back in my hotel room.”
Matt frowned. “Your what?”
“‘Ride ’n’ glide’. It’s lubricant. Unless, of course, you have baby oil among the fingerprint ink?”
He chuckled. “No such luck, I’m afraid. So what else would you like?”
“I’d like to play with myself while you get naked.”
Matt got up off the bunk and stood before her. He slowly unbuttoned his uniform shirt, never feeling as horny in his whole damned life as he watched Darcy playing with one of her breasts with one hand while using the fingers of the other between her legs to pet and pinch the wet, hardened pearl of her clit. He’d never been with a woman who felt comfortable masturbating in front of him.
She rubbed the sweet nub harder once his shirt had been discarded. Then he removed his equipment belt and dropped his pants. Ready for hot fuck action, his hard cock poked through the opening of his boxers. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and went to lower them, but Darcy shook her head.
“No, leave them on. I like it when a man fucks me wearing his underwear. The material gives my pussy extra friction.”
He rejoined her on the bunk, again lying on his side, his hand covering hers between her legs. Her fingers were slippery and sticky with her pussy juice. “What else do you like?”
“Kiss me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere you’d like.”
Matt kissed her on the lips first, stroking the warm inner walls of her mouth with his tongue in a prelude of what he was going to do once he got to her nether lips. Feeling her fingers under his beginning to rub her clit, he repositioned himself to kneel between her spread legs, his other hand flat on the bunk to steady himself. He kissed her breasts then, licking and sucking the mocha-colored nipples into tighter pebbles.
“You’re so wet,” he roughly murmured as their entwined fingers slipped, slid over, and penetrated her hot pussy flesh.
“Taste me.”
A wild groan rumbled up his throat when she moved her fingers to one of her breasts and coated the erect nipple with her creamy juices. Taste her? He was going to feast on her. He licked her fingers and nipple clean of her juices, savoring its sweetness, and then shifted downward until his head hovered between her legs, which he held and spread farther apart.
She was so wide open, and her pussy juice slithered down between the crack of her ass. His heart started banging against his chest, and his cock leaked several beads of pre-cum at the sight. He tasted her clit first, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and then with the flat side in broad, sweeping licks. He lapped her up, swallowing her cream. Her fingers returned and joined in the wickedly wet fun and games, her soft moans echoing around the cell.
Then, while she rubbed her clit, Matt used his thumbs to prize her open and stuck his tongue into her pussy hole. Her soft moans escalated into harsher, quicker ones as he poked, prodded, and licked her out, satisfying a hunger that had been on his mind from the moment he’d fucked her with his fingers that afternoon.
“Tell me you have condoms?” she panted, her pelvis beginning to undulate in rhythm with his tongue.
He really wanted her to come in his mouth but knew Darcy wanted his cock to fuck her. Still, his tongue not even parting company from her sweet-tasting pussy, Matt grabbed his pants and removed a three-strip of condoms from his wallet. “To protect and to serve, my dear. Protect and serve.”
“Ha-ha.” Darcy plucked the foil strip from his raised hand. “Where would you like me?”
“On top. Riding and gliding me.” Matt moved up the bunk and lay on his back, resting his hands behind his head. He watched Darcy open one of the condoms and roll it down his shaft, her firm touch making his balls tighten with anticipation. He clasped her hips with sure hands as she straddled him, her thighs on either side of his hips.
“Watch me.”
Darcy then took hold of his cock and eased herself down onto him. The sight of her soaking pussy devouring his ramrod-straight shaft inch by inch was almost too much to bear, and several more beads of pre-cum dribbled from the crown of his dick into the tip of the condom. “Ride me, Darcy.”
* * * *
And ride Matt, Darcy did.
Her breath coming in puffs and pants, she clenched his hips tight with her thighs and rose up and down to slowly ride his enormous cock, loving how he stretched her and the squelching noises her pussy made. Then leaning over him, her hands braced either side of his shoulders, and opening her legs wide, she rode him hard and fast, the tip of his rubber-coated cock banging her cervix. Matt didn’t ignore her jiggling breasts. He grabbed them with both hands and roughly played with them, squeezing and pinching her nipples just as she liked.
Waves of heat began to rise and, as her orgasm mushroomed deep inside her womb, she knew for certain she was going to come during sex. It wouldn’t be easy to let go, but Matt would help her. She wanted to savor her climax, though, and when Matt began to groan, his hands fixed firmly over her breasts as he pumped his cock inside her pussy harder and harder, she set a slower, gentler pace to calm him down. She took them to the brink so many times, Darcy thought she’d explode with the need to come.
“Come down here, Darcy. I wanna suck on your sweet tits,” Matt groaned, though he was already guiding her down onto his mouth.
His lips enclosed one engorged nipple and he suckled hard, breaking her control. “Fuck, Matt! Oh, God…Your cock is burning me up,” she cried, upping the tempo.
A scream flew from her mouth. Honest to God, she was there, she was coming! She moved her hand down to between her legs and pinched her slippery clit.
The base of Matt’s cock banged against her knuckles, driving her to distraction. Her whole body shook as her orgasm ripped through her. Then, without warning, Matt rolled them over so she was beneath him. She arched her hips and looked him straight in the eye. “Fuck me, Matt. Fuck, fuck, fuck me!”
Perspiration sticking his hair to his forehead, Matt rose up on his arms and drove his enormous cock into her. His heavy balls slapped her wet flesh. “Watch me fuck you.”
She broke eye contact and watched Matt’s cock fucking her pussy deeper and deeper with each violent stroke. Her pussy gushed so much juice the bunk blanket beneath her was soaked. She screamed out his name and came again.
“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart. I wanna feel those sexy heels on my ass.”
In a state of euphoria, Darcy wrapped her legs around Matt’s waist, the points of her heels digging into his ass cheeks, and held on while he thrust and fucked and ground the fabric of his boxers against her pussy.
On a final thrust, he bellowed out a groan, and she felt his cock expanding as it expelled its load of searing, earthy cum. His never-ending spasms sent her into her third orgasm, her moans of joy matching his on every level.
With another groan, Matt rolled off of her body and dealt with the used condom by tying a knot in the end and dropping it beside the bunk. He then collapsed facedown beside her. Hot and sticky, the seconds ticked by while she lay there taking in what had just happened. Matt had gotten her to come not just once but three times! Excitedly, she poked him with her elbow. “Omigod, Matt! You made me come. You actually made me come during sex. Thank you!”
He turned his head and eyed her curiously but didn’t press for details. “I aim to please.”
He shirked his boxers, kicking them off his legs, and then turned on his side to face her. He must have sensed it was a big deal for her because he didn’t smirk or laugh at her continuing excitement, instead kissing her long and deep. She slid her arms around his neck, pressing her body against that incredible bronzed chest of his, and returned the kiss. She felt his cock hardening against her thigh in response. A sudden thought occurred to her. “Matt?”
“Yeah?”
“Will anybody disturb us? You know, like another cop?”
Matt frowned and then slipped from her embrace. “Back in a minute.” In all his naked glory, he walked through to the main area of the station, and she heard what sounded like a muted telephone conversation. After a minute, he returned. His hard, thick cock was almost kissing his belly button. “Did you see that note on the door when we first came into the station?” She nodded. “Well, I’ve just spoken to Officer Tungate, and he won’t be disturbing us tonight. I told him I’d swap shifts with him. He said he’d return the favor sometime in the future.”
“So are we sleeping here tonight?” she asked as Matt climbed back on the bunk beside her.
“That’s the plan. Besides you’re still under arrest, remember?” He laughed at the dirty look she threw him. “Don’t worry, Darcy. I’ll have a word with Chief Connors, my boss, tomorrow, tell him what happened. I’m sure he’ll have more than a word with Raven once he knows the score.”
“Thank you,” she murmured in relief.
He grinned. “No need to thank me, just budge up and give me more room. This is a single bunk, after all.”
Matt captured the hand that Darcy went to slap his chest with and pulled it down to between her legs. Her drenched pussy hole felt stretched wide. She jumped when he drilled both his and her fingers inside.
“Not hurting you, am I?”
“No. It feels so fucking amazing, Matt. Everything you’ve done has been amazing. Your fingers. Your mouth. And oh, God, your cock…”
Working together, their fingers quickened and fucked her deeper. Nerve endings inside her pussy sparked as her inner muscles clamped down. Her gushing juice perfumed the air.
“Mmm, what about my cock?”
“Fucking amazing.”
“I know.”
Darcy laughed out loud. Matt’s cockiness was a part of him, and she loved it. She probably loved him, too. “Fuck me with your cock, Matt.”
So he did.
Chapter 7
One by one, Matt’s senses lifted from a deep, satisfying sleep and geared into action. He blinked his eyes open. A quick glance at his watch told him it was time to get up. However, at the feel of a warm body next to his, he decided five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Waking up beside Darcy felt right. They were the perfect fit. He was the key, she the lock. Like a kitten, or rather, a panther, she was stretched out beside him on the bunk. Somehow the blanket she had wrapped herself in had slipped to the floor during the night, revealing her beautiful body to him. She was all sleek lines and powerful limbs to grip him with.
A grin surfaced while he reminisced about the events of the night before. They’d had a total of three hot fucks. For hot fuck number two, he’d taken Darcy up against the cell wall. Then for hot fuck number three, he’d fucked her from behind. She’d held her buttocks open with her hands, and the sight of her neat, puckered asshole had given him his hardest orgasm of the night, if not his entire adult sex life.
But there was more fun to have. Wasn’t there? I mean, he hadn’t even sampled Emily Coy yet. He had more wild oats to sow, as such. And he definitely wasn’t ready to take himself off the market. Or was he? For once in his life, and at that particular moment with Darcy by his side, Matt was undecided. Could she really be the “right woman” that his brother Ross was always on his case about?
“Never say never, little bro. I guarantee you’ll feel the same way I do when the right woman comes your way.” His brother’s words were fast becoming a mantra squawked by a mynah on steroids.
Movement in the station then caught his attention. Oh, fuck! Chief Connors had arrived early. He roughly shook Darcy’s shoulder and then pressed his palm to her mouth when her eyes flew open. “Shhhh! My boss is here. Get dressed as quickly and quietly as you can.” She nodded and slipped from the bunk.
Now why had he worn his uniform the previous night? Matt grumbled silently while he dressed. Darcy was ready in half a minute, whereas he was missing one sock and one boot.
“So this is the reason for your change of shift. So you could use the station as some sort of bordello.”
Matt stiffened at the sardonic voice behind him. Darcy was no hooker. He turned around and pinned Chief Peter Connors with a cool stare. Four times married and at fifty-six—the same age as Matt’s mother—the blue-eyed, blond Connors had retained all of his playboy looks and charms, including those of being able to make women come in their panties.
Well, he knew of one woman who hadn’t been bewitched by Connors’s charms. His mother had worked with Connors when she’d first arrived in Silver Creek, and she’d told him she’d rather become a nun and take a vow of chastity than ride his dick. Much to Connors’s consternation, his mother had actually wet her panties over Matt’s father.
Matt realized he was going to talk out of turn to a superior officer, but he had to say something. No way was he going to let anybody insult Darcy. “Pot meet kettle, sir,” he began, emphasizing the title. “Dad’s told me of all the times you used this very cell for your sexual conquests. I’m surprised the bunk posts don’t have notches. What did you do? Mark the wall instead?”
Connors balked but then recovered his aplomb. “May I remind you of who you are talking to, Officer Anderson?” The edge to his tone could scratch steel, and Matt knew he had overstepped the mark. “See this here?” He jabbed a finger at the insignia on his shoulder lapels. “This means ‘chief.’ I am chief. Chief Connors. I am your commanding officer. I am your boss. Do you understand, Officer Anderson, or do you require further education on the subject?”
Matt bent his head. “Sir.”
“Never ever speak to me in that manner again. You’re already skating on thin ice over Mark Raven.”
“What? How come?” Matt protested, feeling chagrined. “I�
�ve kept out of his way.” Pity he hasn’t kept out of mine.
It was at that point that Darcy raised a hand. “If I could just explain—”
“Yes, I will get to you in a minute, ma’am.”
“But it’s because of Mark Raven that I’m here. You see, I punched Raven on the nose last night, and because I was with Matt…um, Officer Anderson, he had no choice but to arrest me. In fact, Raven insisted on it. Personally, I think it’s scum like him who should be locked up.”
Matt was pretty sure that Connors’s jaw made a clunking sound when it hit the cell floor. He didn’t feel like smiling, though. Darcy in her bid to help had just pushed him deeper into the big hole of shit that he knew he was already in.
“Lemme get this straight.” Connors pinned Matt with a stare that was as cool as it was hot. “You slept with an arrested felon?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call her a criminal, sir,” Matt said.
“And what exactly would you call her, Officer Anderson? A law-abiding citizen? She’s just admitted to assault.”
Matt spotted his missing sock and boot under the bunk. He swiftly put them on and stood to attention. “I know. But I don’t think Raven will be pressing charges. He only wanted Darcy arrested to get back at me.”
“And I suppose you couldn’t contain yourself. You lost that temper of yours, didn’t you?”
Matt sighed. “I admit, I shouted at the bastard—”
“Curb your language, officer,” Connors interjected. “You refer to Mark Raven by his name.”
Bastard is his name. Matt wisely didn’t voice his thought. He and Darcy then followed Connors through to the main station and into Connors’s office. Connors left the door open and took a seat behind his desk. There were two chairs facing him, but Connors didn’t gesture for them to sit. The space wasn’t really that big, and as Matt stood next to Darcy, he swore he could smell her cum from the previous night’s fucking. He would have smiled, only the occasion didn’t warrant it.
