“I’ve already told you of one such instance. It’d just be nice not to have to bust a drunk driving mother with her infant daughter thrown in the backseat. Or, how about when the cops get called to a domestic disturbance and the woman refuses to file charges against the man that nearly beat her to death with a bottle of shampoo. It’s hard to see any good in the world over all the evil.” Trance explained fiercely.
“You don’t ever see anything good, though? Most of its all bad?” I asked as he held the door open on his cruiser.
He slammed the door closed, and I buckled up, listening to the excited snuffles of the two dogs in the backseat.
Once Trance hefted his big body into the seat beside me, he put on his sunglasses, started the car, and put his hand on the back of my seat before backing up.
The corded muscle of his arm flexed with the move, and I couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of those powerful arms. What would they look like planted beside me head with his big body pumping into me in deep, powerful strokes?
Trance’s deep, amused voice interrupted my devious thoughts, drawing my attention away from his forearm and to his face.
He was looking at me funny. His eyebrows were raised above the rims of his glasses as if in question.
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked as a slight blush started to rise in my cheeks.
“I asked what you were thinking about, but the blush pretty much answers the question for me.” He observed.
His smirk made one of his dimples pop out, making me squirm in my seat.
Wanting to put him off his guard, I told him exactly what I was thinking, down to the very position I was in when he was pounding his way inside of me.
I crossed my legs, squeezing them together to try to circumvent the burning need, but it only made it worse, making me uncross my legs all the while Trance gaped at me.
Although not another word was said, we both knew. We knew today was going to be the day. We’d been dancing around the elephant in the room for too long, and for me, personally, I felt very, very close to combusting.
The ride to my apartment from the hospital took fourteen minutes.
The entire time I was acutely aware of Trance. His eyes never strayed from the road, but the air in the car felt stifling with the sexual tension rolling off him.
I could feel the anticipation hanging between us. I knew he was very aware of my movements, my breathing, and of my need for him.
The same went for me. Although I wasn’t looking at him, my body seemed to feel it when his moved, subtly changing positions as to get as close to him as possible, yet not touching him.
Somehow, I knew that if I touched him, we wouldn’t be making it home. He’d pull over to the side of the road, and take me, regardless of the consequences.
I knew he’d be coming over tonight after his shift. There was only so much a person could take before they couldn’t stand it anymore, and Trance and I were at that breaking point.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to call in and report that he was off duty for a while.
Was there some sort of code that said you needed some sex, and that you’d be back in ten?
Chapter 9
If I were a ghost, I’d haunt people by knocking on their window as soon as they started masturbating.
-A text from Viddy to Trance
Viddy
“Unit 5-2 Code 7.” Trance said into the mic at his shoulder.
My heart started pounding.
The look in his eyes was utterly scary.
A good scary, but still scary.
He looked like he was about to devour me from the toes up.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked in surprise.
The hand that was at his gun belt finally worked the link loose, and he dropped his belt onto the couch with a loud thunk. Then he unbuttoned the top most button on his shirt, grabbed it by the back of his collar, and drew it over his head in one fluid motion.
The shirt went to the same place as the belt, and then he started on the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest on. With three quick tugs, he had each Velcro strap released, and he was pulling the vest off in hasty, jerky movements.
“Jesus, you should play strip poker with all the clothes you have on. I’d bet you’d win!” I chattered nervously.
His eyes never wavered, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he was amused by my nervousness. They pretty much said, ‘As well you should be. I’m about to devour you.’
His white t-shirt was next, followed by the button on his pants.
In response to that sparkle in his eye, I, of course, blurted out the most embarrassing thing that I’d ever uttered. “I’m a virgin!”
The hands that were in the process of pushing his pants down his hips froze in their tracks, and a feral, almost satisfied look, came over him right about the time his hands found my hair.
In between kisses, I explained. “Well, not a virgin, per say. I’ve popped my own cherry with numerous dildos in the past ten years.”
I was pulled forward, one arm around my neck and the other hand having a full grip of my hair, until I was flush against his naked chest.
“You couldn’t have said anything sexier to me right now.” He growled, and then my body was flying through the air.
I wound up on his shoulder, staring at his fine ass.
His pants were riding low, just barely giving me a peek of the muscular globes of his ass.
Not able to control myself, I placed a hot, open mouth kiss on each cheek before taking my hands and shoving them down his pants. I cupped the perfection, letting my nails dig in when his grip tightened across my back.
“Stop it,” he said smacking my ass. “You’ve already thoroughly ruined my control in the car with your teasing. Keep it up and it won’t be what you need. It’ll be rough, raw, and dirty.”
“I like rough, raw, and dirty,” I panted just before biting his ass.
I squealed when he tossed me down on the bed.
My skirt, which had been form fitting down to my knees, was shifted up by rough hands.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded as his blunt fingers ran up the outsides of my thighs, hooked around my panties and yanked them free.
“Shirt!” He growled as I watched him descend between my legs, and hooked my legs around his strong shoulders.
A rough, callused thumb swept the outer lips of my pussy, and he growled in appreciation. “I like that you shave here.” He hissed. “And that you’re so wet. Is that all it takes? A little dirty talking from me, and that gets you ready for the taking?”
My shirt’s removal was all but forgotten with every button undone, as well as the front clasp of my bra. I had no more willpower to remove anything. Instead, focusing on what he was doing to me.
I would’ve answered him. Really, I would have, but my brains exploded with the first lick from his hot, wet tongue. Neurons that had never been stimulated before started to fire. All at once. My brain was on overload, and the only thing that I could seem to get out of my mouth was the unintelligible whore moans that I’d thought were only special to porn movies.
My hand moved to his blonde curly hair, and I dug in with all of my fingers.
I didn’t guide him, though. Trance wasn’t the type of man that needed, nor wanted, guiding. He was all man, and the last thing he needed was any direction.
He was playing my body with his tongue like it was an instrument at his mercy.
A large finger entered me, and that was all it took. I exploded.
There were no other words for what my body did.
When his finger entered into my wet core, I was gone. Viddy left the building. In my place was a woman that only survived on pleasure. The pleasure of this man. The one eating me, as I’d never even dreamed could be possible.
When my orgasm subsided, I lay there, panting, and unsure what to do next.
Trance had no such qualms.
He knew exactly
what he wanted, and he took it.
I watched in fascination as he removed a condom from his wallet, tossed the wallet on the floor with a resounding smack, and ripped the package open with his teeth.
Even better, I watched as he set the tip of the condom at the head of his cock, pinched it slightly, and worked the latex over his large girth.
The condom came to a stop with about a half an inch to spare, but I didn’t have any time to raise the question that was rebounding in my mind because he was there, between my legs. Settling the large head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy.
Taking each of my thighs in his large hands, he widened my legs, and opened me up to his penetration even deeper, before he slowly started pushing himself inside.
Initially, the intrusion of his cock was a surprise, but with a few shallow thrusts, he was thoroughly coated in my juices, allowing him to enter all the way with his next thrust.
He hit bottom inside me, and I looked down in surprise. He wasn’t all the way in, but that was all I was going to be able to take. At least at first.
“Jesus, you’re so goddamned tight.” He groaned, reversing his thrust before powering forward again.
“That’s probably because your dick is so big. I never had any problem with my dildos.” I teased in between sharp breaths.
“You won’t be needing those dildos anymore. You can throw them out.” He said, emphasizing that point with a deep thrust.
“Okay,” I agreed readily. “Just make sure you’re here every night so I don’t have to use my hands.”
He smiled, giving me a clear view of his dimples, eliciting a rush of wetness in between my legs.
“Don’t smile,” I panted. “You’re going to make me go too fast.”
He laughed. The fucker laughed. “Oh, honey. You’re going to be coming a lot during the next hour. Then, when I get back from work, you’ll be doing it all over again. When you sit in your chair tomorrow at work, you’re going to be so sore that you can barely move, but I guarantee you you’ll be coming home and begging for more of my cock.”
I didn’t argue with him. It was obvious to me, as well as him, that I was putty in his hands.
Which he proved moments later when the hands that were at my hips moved inside until each of his thumbs rode on the outside of my clit.
He didn’t move them, though. All he had to do was let the movement of our bodies, and his thrusting, to add the friction I needed. Causing me to detonate, shattering into a million tiny, sexually charged pieces.
“Fuck! Yes!” I screamed.
With my orgasm gripping his cock so tightly, pulsing around his tunneling length, I set off a chain reaction in his own body, causing him to explode just on the heels of my own orgasm.
“Mother fucker.” Trance growled, looking down to watch his cock entering and exiting me. “God, yes.”
Trance collapsed, taking my legs with his big body, pushing his cock even deeper into me, causing me to moan. “Jesus. Why do you feel so right?” I groaned.
“Because I’m that good.” He said as he got up to his elbows and took in my face.
One by one, he let my legs go until they fell limply at our sides.
My arms were above my head, unable to do even the simplest of tasks, such as blowing the piece of hair that’d fallen in my eye out of the way so I could get a clearer look at Trance’s eyes.
Blowing vigorously, I finally got the hair out of my eyes, only to find Trance looking down at me even more intently.
“Your hot cu...” I interrupted him before he could say that naughty ‘C’ word by slapping my hand over his mouth.
“Don’t say that word. It’s crass.” I scolded.
His eyes lit with mirth, but he nodded sagely, and I dropped my hand.
“You don’t like that word?” He queried.
“It’s just so...naughty.” I blushed.
He pulled out of my body wetly before walking to the bathroom, his cock still just as hard now as it had been when we started.
I heard the water turn on and off, followed by the toilet flushing, before he returned and laid down on the bed beside me.
His big body made the bed dip, and I rolled into him involuntarily, not that he seemed to mind. His arm went around my side, and his hand cupped my ass, pulling me close so that I could feel the hard ridge of his cock.
He didn’t do anything though, instead only looking at me.
“I have to go back to work for another three hours. I took my lunch break, but we ended up using nearly three quarters of it.” He hesitated, and then said. “Do you want me to come back over?”
I nodded like a schoolgirl meeting her favorite boy band member, causing him to grin mischievously. “Okay, I’ll be back around two in the morning. I have to take the dogs’ home, and then I’ll be over.”
“Do you want me to go to your place? It’ll be easier for you.”
His hands that had been sliding down my back and up again stopped, and he looked at me intently. “I’d love to have you at my place, but my brothers are still there, and I want a little time with just you. Plus, then we’d have to be quiet.”
“Okay,” I agreed eagerly. “I’ll see you at two. I have some keys on the counter in the kitchen. Max and Gabe gave them to me when they changed the locks.”
His eyes darkened. “Not that I don’t like the fact that you’re giving me keys, honey, but let’s not mention another man, let alone two other men, in the bed when we’re naked again, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” I said sarcastically.
“Now that’s what I like to hear.” He said, giving me a peck on the cheek before he moved to go.
“Hey Trance?” I asked just as he stood up straight.
He turned, and I got another look at his big cock, causing me to lick my lips.
He closed his eyes as if praying for patience before opening them again and backing up slowly. “Yeah?”
“Be careful, and hurry back.”
He grinned devilishly. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll be counting down the minutes.”
Then he stepped into his pants, came back over to the bed, gave me another quick peck on the lips before going to the living room to finish dressing.
I stood; slipping on the white t-shirt I’d stolen from him when I’d stayed the night, and followed him out to the living room.
He already had on his vest, and was working on the shirt when he saw me.
He took in my braless state and me in his t-shirt, before saying, “Ah, fuck it.”
Needless to say, he was fifteen minutes late getting off of his lunch break.
***
Trance
“Lock the door,” I said as I headed to the door of Viddy’s apartment. “And set your alarm. Got it?”
She followed behind me, in the same t-shirt that had caused the delay earlier, nodding her head. “Sir, yes, sir!”
I turned and pinned her to the side of the door, crushing my lips to hers in a hurried kiss before breaking it off, and smacking her lightly on the ass. “I like that smart mouth of yours. Keep up the attitude and I’ll have to come up with something to keep your mouth occupied so all that sass doesn’t keep pouring out of it.”
She snorted at me, opened the door, and made a shooing gesture. “I’ll see you in a couple hours, big boy.”
I left, walking down to my car with both dogs hot on my heels.
After a quick visit to the grass for their potty break in the field behind the apartment complex, I let the dogs into the squad and called into dispatch.
As soon as I told dispatch I was back on duty, I headed for the Loop that was my main drag. I worked the Loop on weekend days since it seemed to be a hang out spot for the people of Benton. Since there wasn’t much to do, the teenagers always found a way to get in trouble by drag racing.
Which was why, only five minutes into my first run through, I spotted two cars drag racing with little thought to the other motorists on the road.
Picking up my radi
o, I called it in as I pulled a bitch, flipping my lights and sirens on. “Unit 5-2 responding to a 23109.”
“10-4.” Dispatch confirmed.
I was lucky that by the time I turned around, the two cars, a white newer model Dodge Charger, and a black Mustang GT, were stopped at a red light, motors revving.
They didn’t try to run, which was even better.
They both dutifully pulled into the Best Buy parking lot before shutting off their vehicles.
I went up to the Mustang first, asked for the young boy’s license and registration, before going over to the other vehicle. This man was older, and damn well knew better.
Dumb kids always egging on the adults. Dumb adults for always taking on the little kids.
Men, however, would never change.
I’d just done that very thing two days ago with my brothers in the car. Shit happened.
After writing them both a ticket, I delivered them, and sent them on their way before picking up where I left off on The Loop.
It was another hour into my shift before I got the creepiest call I’d ever gotten while working with The Benton PD.
“Unit 5-2, we’ve received multiple prank calls from 511 Baylor Drive on the South Side. Can you do a well-check?” The dispatcher asked.
“10-4.”
The residence I was supposed to be doing a well check on was completely dark when I pulled up.
It was the only one on the street that didn’t have lights, and the yard was so over grown that I knew immediately that whomever was living there before, definitely wasn’t living there anymore. The sign at the front said bank-owned property for sale, and it was evident that it’d been on the market for some time.
Letting both dogs out, I walked carefully to the door, stepping over large cracks in the sidewalk, and shining my light on either side of the window.
Both windows were still intact, which was surprising. Normally, in abandoned houses like this, squatters tended to stay in them, gaining entry by breaking in the easiest way possible.
The glass panes on either side of the door would’ve been the ideal way to gain entry.
Knocking on the wood of the door three times, I called out, “Benton PD.”
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