by Anna Scott
That night Trent had come over after texting me repeatedly. He had needed me, and regardless of the fact that I was trying so hard to save him from a life with me, I couldn’t turn my back on him when he was hurting. He came inside my little house that night, and we held onto each other on the couch while we talked quietly. I’d cried as he told me stories about Nolan and their time in the Marines.
I knew some about Nolan’s struggles once he’d gotten home already, everyone in town did. Nolan was a local hero, our small town story of strength, loss, and bravery. Once he was back state-side, Nolan's life was practically immortalized.
It was after I started working with Aurora, that she and I had become such close friends, and I’d learned the more intimate details of Nolan’s lingering pain and depression. I wondered, after he died, what a burden the community put on him. Did he feel like a hero? I doubted that he saw himself in the same way the rest of us did.
Trent had fallen asleep on my couch holding me tight, his head nestled against my chest. I stayed awake for a long time, relishing the feel of him holding me again. It had only been a couple of weeks, but I’d missed him like crazy. I knew, even then, that there was no person in the world I’d ever want besides Trent. It probably wouldn’t make a lot of sense to anyone else, why I’d pushed him away, but how could I hold him? How could I saddle him with a life with me, a life without the possibility of the children I knew he wanted. I was a lot of things, but selfish wasn’t one of them, no matter what impression other people may have about me.
It had been difficult for me to squirm out of his arms the following morning and get into the store early. I’d known that Aurora needed me to cover the store. Though the hours had been long, it was just what I needed at the time.
I hated the pain that Trent, Aurora, and everyone was going through. I was able to hide my own pain in my work. Trent hadn’t come back to me after that, and I’d wondered if he ever would.
My cell rang in my hand, pulling me back from my past. Glancing down I saw it was Trent.
“Yeah?” I asked, distracted, still lost in the pain of my past.
“Hey sweets, you okay?”
"Oh, yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I'm living the glamorous life over here, fuzzy socks and grilled cheese” I tried teasing him since he sounded tense.
“Shit, nothing, just checking. Sorry.”
There was something off, something wrong. I could hear it in his voice. “Trent?” I asked, not sure what to ask, having no idea what it could be.
“Yeah, hey, I’ve got a call out so I’ll call you when I can, okay?”
“No, what is it?” I asked, injecting demand into my voice.
“Nothing, there was an accident, it was a car like yours, then you didn’t answer. That’s all, promise.”
I took a deep breath and let it out. I could understand his concern, and I probably didn’t want to know more. It sounded like the outcome was bad.
We finished talking and hung up, and I got on with the night. I’d confirmed Sunday dinner with Trent via text message earlier in the day, so I called my parents back spoke to my dad for a few minutes and confirmed our plans. I hoped that Trent was ready for my overly demonstrative, protective and nosey parents.
A little before eleven, I climbed into the big, empty bed and pulled Trent’s pillow close. I held the soft fabric against my chest and smelled him on it. For a month after I’d broken things off with him, I'd held that pillow and hadn’t washed the case. I’d cherished his scent and soaked it with my tears every night.
I knew I’d been going through some serious depression after the miscarriage and the subsequent loss of Trent. It had taken a while, but eventually, I came to terms with the probability of spending my life alone. I’d accepted that most men wanted children, so another serious relationship wouldn't be an option for me. There wouldn’t be anyone for me but Trent anyway, no one. I would rather be the best person I could be on my own, then to try and settle for some subpar relationship.
I had lived with parents who were wholly and completely in love. I knew what that looked like, and there was no way, no way in hell I’d have ever settled for less.
Laying in the bed, I had the recent smell of him on my pillow, on the sheets, his towel from that morning in my bathroom. Those were things I didn’t think I’d ever have again.
As a smile spread across my face, I heard my phone ding from the nightstand.
Trent: Hey Sexy – you still awake?
Amber: God, I hope so, or this is a weird ass dream.
Trent: A boring one Your dreams should be better than this.
Amber: Hmmm, can’t talk now. Thinking about sexy dreams.
Trent: Be home in 45. Slip off your panties and fall asleep.
Amber: Are you going to give me good dreams?
Trent: Always. Missed my workout today. I have a lot of energy. I feel tight and stressed.
Amber: I feel tight too, you going to help stretch me?
Trent: Be there in 30
Laughing, I tossed the phone back to the nightstand and slipped off my panties. I flung them toward the bedroom door and watched as they landed on the floor right inside the doorway. Perfect, he’d see them when he came in.
Having a good idea just what Trent was in the mood for, I turned off the lamp, rolled to my stomach and spread my legs then began to stroke. He’d either want me to be asleep or to pretend to be. We both loved a little role play. Once, we’d had a competition to see which one of us could come up with the dirtiest, hottest fantasy. The key was, it couldn’t be disgusting or illegal, and it had to be physically possible. I’d won, of course, like there was any question. Sure, in his job as a sheriff's deputy, Trent had seen plenty, but most of that fell into the disgusting or illegal category. The best part of the competition was acting it out. Our sex life was playful and smoking hot.
“Oh shit,” I muttered, as I remembered back to that day, and almost brought myself to orgasm. I wanted to be wet and ready, but not dripping. He would want to get me there. He’d want to sneak into my bed, and bring it home.
Chapter 4
TRENT
It had been a long fucking day. All I wanted to do was to go home after the self-defense class and hang out with my girl. Unfortunately, a little dark blue Audi A4 had gone off the road and down a ravine. One of the emergency responders had been able to make out what looked like blonde hair, and that was about it.
The road wasn’t Amber’s normal way home, but she’d been known to do crazy shit over the years. Once, she had decided that she wanted pizza from a certain restaurant, and somehow convinced me to drive to Lafayette, Louisiana with her to get it. It was good pizza, but honestly, was not worth the twelve-hour round trip drive. It was, however, worth the three road-trip blowjobs she gave me along the way.
I knew that she never answered her phone while she was in the car. She had a Bluetooth set up through the stereo system, but would only use that on long trips, rarely in town. Her mother had convinced her that hands-free driving was just as dangerous as it was to drive while making and receiving calls with the phone in hand. I appreciated her diligence, but there were times I wished she’d take the fucking call.
I was scared to death earlier that Amber decided to take the long way home, had taken some scenic drive and had wound up dead. Amber was about the most complex woman I had ever known. What she showed on the outside was happiness, joy, and light, but she felt deep. She hid her sadness, her dark moments well. Few people noticed the huge chasm of emotion just beneath the surface.
I knew she used solace, tranquility and natural beauty to manage her ever warring emotions and deal with the pain, loneliness and loss she carried with her. I did all I could for her all those months ago, though, I was a mess too, but I had done everything I could think of to pull her through, to tie her to me tighter and pull her to the other side of that darkness with me, but she fought it. She fought me too hard. She shut me out.
Hearing the call go out, the multi-agency r
escue effort in full swing, dread filled my veins. The car was totaled, of course, and the woman was dead. We didn't know who the vehicle belonged to. The way the car had landed, the license plates weren’t visible, and all they could see of the woman was that long fucking curly blonde hair. It was lighter than Amber's but was still close enough to send me into a tailspin.
After the Fire Department, we were next on the scene. Justin, a fellow deputy and good friend, along with well-trained paramedic repelled down, they ascertained that she hadn’t made it. Thankfully by that point, I’d already talked to Amber and had known it wasn’t her. For some reason, even knowing it wasn't her, the woman's death hit me harder than normal. I didn’t know why, but there was something there. It was too close to home, too close to me. I had a hard time shaking it and focusing all night.
Walking into the darkened house, I kicked off my boots by the door, not knowing what exactly I’d track in. I knew how nasty those things could be, and I wouldn’t want to catch the hell she’d deliver if I had to explain what stain likely came from.
I’d taken my SWAT uniform shirt off already since I drove my personal car home, but I still had on my uniform pants. She liked those, thought they were hot. We’d played around with my uniform before, but not tonight. Tonight, I was in the mood to conquer and pillage.
Since I’d stripped my socks off with my boots, I knew just what I stepped on when I felt the cool satin and lace piece of fabric inside Amber’s bedroom door. Bending down, I picked up the scant material between two fingers and brought it right to my nose.
Her panties smelled just like her bare, sweet pussy. Little vixen. She played with herself before falling asleep, and I could still smell the sweet scent of her arousal in the air.
She had the best smelling pussy. If someone made a candle that smelled like that, men would finally buy candles. Of course, I’d have to beat the shit out of them all, for having Amber’s Pussy scented candles in their houses.
As I walked to the bed, I pulled my tee off over my head, then unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down with my underwear. With her sweet scent in the air, my cock was rock hard and pointing right at her. Poor boy didn’t realize that I was going to take my time tonight. He wasn’t going to get in there for a long time.
She was asleep, laying on her stomach. The sight of her pert little ass peeked up from under the blanket. Just like I wanted. I knew she would fake it if she wasn’t, but her slow and even breathing and her sweet little sleep noises confirmed that she wasn’t faking it this time.
Slipping into the bed on the opposite side, I moved down and positioned myself between her still spread legs. Once I got into place, my face in line with her sweet pussy, I found her finger still underneath her, positioned right next to her clit. She’d fallen asleep stroking that pussy, making sure she was ready for me. She was the perfect woman for me.
Trying to get my shoulders beneath her legs was a challenge, but one I was up for. I very carefully and gently moved her legs, so they were open wide, allowing me to lay flat on the bed. With a tentative swipe of my tongue, I tasted the juices left over from her sleepy time activities.
As her flavor covered my tongue, I moved in closer and licked her harder, longer and went deeper into her slit. Soon, she began to wiggle and wake on the bed. Using both of my hands, I clamped them down on top of her thighs and held her tight.
I knew when she was fully awake because she began to press down into my face, her rhythm in time with the movements of my tongue. Moving one hand from her thigh, I spread her lips open and speared her tight hole with my tongue, forcing it to stiffen as much as I could. I fucked her with my tongue, using my free fingers to tickle her clit and her ass while I ate.
Just before she came for the second time, I stopped abruptly and moved my body to lay over her. I used my knees to push her legs out further, spreading her even wider on the bed. With my hands, I grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled them over her head, against her pillow.
“Have you been naughty tonight?”
“Oh, no, no, sir, of course not.” She whispered, putting just the right amount of trembling fear and virginal anxiety into her voice. She fucking turned me on. Amber was an absolute goddess.
“Mmm, I think you have. Were you touching your tight little pussy before you went to sleep?”
She took a moment to catch her breath, as I pushed my thick cock between her ass cheeks and stroked along the crease. I needed the relief. I was so turned on, I was about to split my skin. I didn’t know if I had ever been so hard in my life.
“No, I didn’t. I promise I didn’t touch it. Please, don’t punish me.” She pleaded, playing right into my little game.
We were both a bit twisted and totally kinky, though neither of us had a specific fetish, not one I’d found anyway. We switched it up. I tied her up. She tied me up. I played dominant, and so did she. We made up crazy little scenarios and acted them out, we both loved sex. We liked to keep it fresh and fun, and we liked to keep each other guessing.
I wasn’t exactly sure what character she was playing in her head since we hadn’t talked about it before. Sometimes we planned it out and sometimes, we just rolled with it. This time, we were rolling with it, though I was taking on the role of the dominant older man of some kind, I just didn’t know who. What I knew for sure, was that I was going to fuck her and fuck her hard. She loved it and got off on it, and so did I.
“I think you’re lying. Do you know what happens to girls who lie?”
Amber’s entire body trembled. I knew she was getting more excited by the second. My dick was stroking over her swollen folds, but not pushing inside. I purposely pressed her clit with the head of my cock a couple of times too. Each time I did, she almost went off, but sadly for her, I stopped just before she fell over the edge.
“No, I don’t know, but I think I should be allowed to touch it if I want. It is mine, after all.” She responded with just the perfect amount of attitude. She was purposely goading me, knowing what mood I was in. She was trying to get a reaction out of me.
“I think if you touch it yourself, maybe that’s all you should get. How about that?” I asked, taking one of her wrists and pulling it down, so her fingers could reach her clit.
Her hip lifted just enough so her hand could slip between her body and the bed. As she moved her fingers into position, she began to rub. I could feel her movements, and the tips of her fingers brushed my dick. She was eagerly searching for the climax I had been withholding from her. Amber reached down further and began to scratch my balls lightly with her fingernails.
The unexpected sensation had me bucking forward just as I’d been caressing her little rosette with the head of my cock. As my hips bucked, I pressed into her there a little more than I’d intended. When she didn’t protest, I wondered if that would be something she’d let me do someday.
Since my hand was free once more, I pulled my hips back, so I could dislodge her fingers and focused on her once again.
“Uh uh, you bad girl, I told you to touch yourself, not me.” I mock-scolded her, trying to remember what I was doing at that moment, trying to stay in character.
“Oh, sorry, my finger slipped,” she lied.
“Oh really? Then why did you keep touching me?”
She shrugged one shoulder, just before I used my finger to thrust hers into her cunt.
“Such a sweet, tight little pussy you have here. Do you like to finger it?”
I felt Amber’s exuberant nod as I moved my mouth to kiss and lick her shoulder, up over the curve of her beautiful long neck to nibble the soft flesh of her earlobe.
I pressed my cock forward again, moving the head over the skin of her hand and pressing in just a little at the already full pussy. One of my fingers and one of Amber’s were currently fucking her pussy together. I could feel how wet she was as her juices dripped and ran down my hand and coated the skin of my dick as I moved it down and between her clit and the bed.
“I like to be bad,” Amb
er whispered with a good amount of smart ass in her voice.
“You like to touch this pussy?” I asked, my voice low and rough from arousal.
“I love it, it feels so good,” she let out, a hint of breathlessness in her voice.
“You let anyone else touch my pussy?” I asked, again trying to force myself to stay in character.
She shrugged a shoulder, and I pulled my hips up, coming into harder contact with her clit, causing her to tip over the edge yet again. All I wanted to do was pull my finger out, move her hand aside and sink into her. I knew her walls were convulsing, knew she was soaking wet, could feel how hot and tight she was, but I’d play this game. I’d let it ride out for both of us, we both needed it, loved and craved that little bit of extra dirty.
“If you’re going to be a bad girl and climb into my bed, finger yourself, then fall asleep without panties on, then I am going to do whatever I want to you,” I explained as I pressed my pelvis into her sopping core. The friction of her sheets was enough to get me off. I was so hot for her. I had to fight cumming all over the damn bed.
"But you wouldn't hurt me, would you?" She asked in her sweetest, most innocent voice. She turned her head to look up at me and even in the darkness. I could see her eyes twinkle from the dim hall light.
Jesus, that fucking little pout had me ready to blow. If she wasn’t careful, she’d find out just how dirty I could get, because my thoughts were getting kinkier by the second.
I bit down gently on the curve of her delectable shoulder. She was luscious, delicious, fantastic and every man’s wet dream. There was so much more to her, and the flood of feeling, of intense emotion, flowed over me at that moment. I pulled out of character and moved away. Rolling her to her back, I moved atop her, aligned our bodies and slid inside, all while staring deeply into her beautiful eyes.
