by Carew, Opal
He pressed his swollen cock through the bars, too. She gazed at his erection, the veins bulging along the sides, and withdrew from Jonas’ cock and wrapped her lips around Derek’s. She licked his cockhead, then glided down on him. She bobbed up and down a few times, then returned to Jonas’ cock and took him in her mouth, gliding down, taking all of him in her mouth.
Derek stroked her breast, then tweaked the nipple.
“Oh, yeah, honey. That’s great.” Jonas arched his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.
She sucked and squeezed him, then drew back and captured Derek again. His big cockhead filled her mouth and she glided down, taking him deep. She heard the cell door open, then clang closed again. With Derek’s big shaft still in her mouth, she glanced sideways to see Jonas inside the cell, walking toward her. He stepped behind her and stroked her shoulders, then drew her upward.
Derek’s cock slipped from her mouth as she stood up. Derek leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. Jonas stroked her shoulder with one hand and Derek switched to her other nipple and teased it with his lips and tongue, then began to suck. She arched against him and moaned at the pulsing sensation as he sucked harder. His other hand glided down her stomach, then his fingers slipped between her legs. He flicked over her clit and she gasped.
Jonas pressed his body against hers, his shaft pushing against her naked behind, then guided his cockhead between her cheeks. The slick head pushed against her opening. As he eased inside, she realized he’d applied lubricant. Derek stroked her clit again, sending heat thrumming through her, and Jonas glided all the way in, filling her.
Derek stood up and pressed his tip to her wet opening. He moved forward and his cock glided inside her slowly but steadily, until he, too, filled her. He stopped, his body pressed against hers, Jonas against her back. They stood like that for a moment, her face pressed against the cold hard bars, two hot hard bodies pressing against her, two hot hard cocks inside her. Her hands still held the bars, thank heavens, or she’d have melted to the floor.
Derek drew back, slowly, his corona dragging against her inner passage, stroking the sensitive flesh. Then he glided forward. Jonas also drew back and slid forward. The two of them moved in and out of her, filling her, then drawing away, then filling her again. Their rhythm increased and she gasped for air as they filled her again and again. Hot hard bodies and cold metal bars bombarded her senses as they pounded her against the bars, and each other.
She sucked in air as pleasure bounded through her, then accelerated in time with their steadily increasing thrusts. She gasped and exploded in orgasm, stiffening and clinging to the bars as they continued to thrust. Jonas groaned in release, then Derek. They both collapsed against her.
After a moment, Jonas stroked her shoulder and kissed her neck before drawing away. He grasped her right wrist, and a second later she heard the lock unlatch and he opened the cuff. Derek found her lips and kissed her through the bars, then winked at her. Then he unfastened her other wrist and tucked his handcuffs into his leather pouch while Jonas freed her ankles.
“There you go, miss.” Jonas stood up, three pairs of handcuffs dangling from his hand. He opened the cell door and stepped out, then locked it behind him.
Derek crossed to a small fridge on one wall and pulled out a bottle of water, then handed it to her between the bars. She opened the bottle and took a deep swallow, then twisted the cap back on as she watched Derek and Jonas, their uniforms straightened up again, sit on the couch.
Would Liam and Sloan show up soon for their turn? Even though she’d just had a brilliant orgasm, she already anticipated their attention.
“If you’re cold, there’s a blanket on the cot.” Derek grinned as he stared at her nipples, already stiffening in arousal.
She turned and walked to the cot, but simply sat down and drank her water. Derek picked up a deck of cards from the rectangular table in front of the couch and dealt out a hand, then he and Jonas played for a while. Janine finished her water and unzipped her boots and tugged them off, then sank back against the wall. What were Sloan and Liam doing right now?
* * *
Sloan stared at the monitor with the image of Janine totally naked in the jail cell, his cock throbbing. It had been such a wild turn-on watching the two men fuck her silly. He wanted to race down the hall to the cell right now and satisfy the feral lust boiling through him.
God damn, but there were definite advantages to being in a relationship like this. The deeply tender moments he spent with her alone were something he cherished, but sharing these intensely erotic adventures added an electrifying element to the relationship.
Liam sat on the chair beside him, also watching while he sipped his beer.
“She’s one sensational woman.” Liam set down his beer bottle. “There aren’t a lot who are as open as she is to fun and games like this.”
“That’s true,” Sloan said in an even voice.
Sloan realized his attitude was changing. He had watched the whole scene with Derek and Jonas, and he’d been able to handle it just fine. In fact, from the time she’d taken their hard cocks in her mouth through the bars, he’d been sporting a huge hard-on as a result, aching to go in there and thrust into her himself.
Man, could he really accept a relationship with Janine and other men at the same time? For the first time, he started to believe it was possible.
Janine sat on the cot, her pert, round breasts so inviting, her pussy, with the golden star-shaped patch of curls, so incredibly tempting. Her fingers on her thigh seemed restless, as though she wanted to stroke between her legs. Of course, that was probably hopeful thinking on his part. On the other hand, her rosy nipples were hard and distended. It could be that she was cold, but it was more exciting to assume it was because she was turned-on and waiting for the next bit of action.
“Why don’t you go in there and relieve Derek and Jonas? Our girl looks like she’s getting a bit bored,” Sloan said.
Liam grinned. “You want me to go warm her up with a good cop routine, then you can come in with a badass attitude?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Sloan watched Liam leave the room, a little unnerved. Why was it that the glint in Liam’s eyes when he’d talked about warming up Janine had set Sloan’s teeth on edge?
* * *
Janine glanced at the door as it opened, then Liam stepped into the room, tall and devastatingly handsome in his uniform. Of course, they were all tall and sexy, but Liam set her heart thumping wildly.
“My turn to watch the prisoner,” Liam said.
Derek tossed down his cards and grinned. “That’s okay with me. Jonas was winning anyway.”
Jonas and Derek stood up, then headed to the door. Derek flashed Janine a grin just before he closed the door behind him.
Liam walked toward the cell, his gaze locked on her face. “So you got yourself arrested after all.”
An allusion to the previous time they’d played cop and prisoner. She smiled. “Officer O’Neill.”
“I tried to talk the captain into letting you go, but he ran a check on your license and found you have a slew of unpaid traffic tickets. In addition to the nudity charge, he thinks you should stay put.”
“So”—she stroked her hand along her upper arm, then under her breast—“there’s nothing I can do to convince you to let me out of here?”
“Well, I didn’t say that. Maybe if you’re very cooperative, I could convince him to reconsider.”
Hormones flooded through her and she widened her legs and cupped her breast. “I can be very cooperative.”
He smiled. “Yes, I remember.”
* * *
Liam’s gaze locked on her breasts as she squeezed them, then pressed them together. Her soft flesh swelled forward, and her nipples peeked out from between her fingers. She drew her hands down her torso, stroking her silky flesh, then stroked up over her breasts, continuing over her shoulders and back down her arms.
She turned and lay down on the cot. His cock swelled painfully in his pants as she stroked up and down her body, teasing her nipples, then stroking down her stomach, then back up. She pinched her hard nipples. He could imagine the tight little buds between his own fingertips and almost groaned. As she cupped a breast with one hand, the other traveled down to her golden pubic hairs, trimmed into that cute little star shape, and petted for a moment before drifting lower. He sucked in a breath as her fingers glided over the folds between her legs.
He watched as the tip of her finger dipped into her slit, then pushed inside. As she pressed her finger in and out, he could imagine her soft, velvety opening around his fingers.
“What does it feel like?” His gaze, locked on her moving finger, left no doubt what he was asking.
“Hot and wet.”
Unable to stand it any longer, he grabbed the key Derek had left on the coffee table and opened the door, then walked toward her. She watched him approach with half-lidded eyes. She slid a second finger inside as he sat on the cot beside her.
“Are you going to touch me, Officer O’Neill?” she asked in a throaty voice.
“Yes.” He cupped her breast. The soft flesh filled his hand and the tight bud pressed into his palm.
God, she had a delightful body. He watched her two fingers push in and out of her slit as he dragged his hand from her warm breast and trailed it down her stomach. Then he stroked the star with his fingertips. He longed to be inside that sweet pussy of hers.
He leaned down and captured a distended nipple in his mouth. His tongue found the tight, pebbly aureola and stroked it. She moaned softly. He licked, then sucked, drawing the hard nub deep into his mouth. Her fingers forked through his hair as he continued to pull on her nipple, and soft sounds emanated from her throat.
He ached to be inside her … but first he wanted to taste her. He stood up and moved to the end of the cot. He knelt down and wrapped his hands around her legs, then pulled her downward until her calves draped over the end, her feet resting on the floor. He pressed her thighs wide and leaned toward her. He grasped her hand and drew it from her depths, then wrapped his lips around her slick fingers and sucked. Releasing them, he leaned forward and licked the length of her slick folds. He pressed his tongue to her opening and pushed it inside, tasting her sweet femininity.
He probed along her slit with his fingers until he found her clit, then pulled the fleshy folds apart so he could see it. He dragged his tongue toward it, then lapped over the tiny button. She sucked in air, her fingers moving through his hair as she arched against him.
He drew away and smiled up at her. “You like that?”
“Yes, Officer O’Neill.”
“You want me to keep doing it?”
“Yes, please, Officer O’Neill.”
He chuckled, then licked her again. At her soft moan, his gut tightened. He loved giving her pleasure.
He stroked her clitoris with his tongue, savoring her murmurs of delight. His fingers slipped inside her and he stroked as he continued to tease her sensitive nub with his mouth. She arched against him, her fingers twisting in his hair. He stroked faster and sucked on her clit. She moaned, then writhed beneath him as he twirled his fingers inside and flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit.
Finally, she wailed her release.
Once she collapsed on the cot, he stood up and moved to the side of it. She smiled and sat up, then ran her fingers over the straining bulge in his pants. She tugged his zipper down and reached inside.
Tingles raced through him as her warm hand closed around his aching cock. She drew it out, then gazed at it lovingly as she stroked it. His heart thundered in his chest as she leaned forward and kissed his tip. She licked, then wrapped her soft lips around him and glided downward until her lips tucked under his corona, his whole cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over him. Intense need shuddered through him. He wanted to thrust forward, filling her with his cock, but he held still.
Her fingers found his balls and she stroked them. She glided down his cock, taking more and more of his shaft in her mouth, until she’d taken his whole length. God, she was good at this.
He stroked her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her hot mouth around him, her tongue teasing his shaft, her hands cradling his balls— all combined to send his senses soaring. Heat pumped through him. He sucked in a breath as she took him impossibly deep, then moved faster on him, squeezing him in her mouth. Pleasure speared through his entire body and he erupted into her mouth.
He stroked the long, blond hair back from her face and she released his spent cock.
Janine gazed up at him with impish blue eyes and the sheer beauty of her unabashedly sexy smile took his breath away. He pulled her to her feet and gazed into her eyes.
“You are incredible.”
Her eyes widened a little and her smile turned almost timid.
“Thank you, Officer O’Neill.”
He chuckled, then dragged her against his body and captured her lips, spearing his tongue into her sweet mouth. He kissed her deeply, and thoroughly.
“You know, you are a very cooperative prisoner.” He grabbed her wrists and backed her up against the cell wall, pinning her hands above her head. “You know, sometimes an uncooperative prisoner is more fun.”
A flicker of a smile crossed her lips, and she gazed up at him with wide eyes filled with mock concern. “What are you doing, Officer? I did what you wanted. Aren’t you going to let me go yet?”
“Why should I let you go when I can have all the fun with you I want right here?”
She arched her naked body against him. “No, you mustn’t take advantage of me.”
Despite his release only moments before, the feel of her naked body arching against him as she struggled sent his cock swelling. He drew her arms farther apart and leaned down to cover her nipple with his mouth. He dragged his tongue over her pebbly aureola and licked, then sucked mercilessly. She whimpered. Her hard bud swelled in his mouth. He licked and sucked again.
She writhed against him and his cock pressed against her stomach as it hardened even more.
“Officer, please. Don’t fuck me.”
He pressed his body tight against her. “Why not?”
* * *
Janine stared into Liam’s gleaming eyes as he asked her the question. She couldn’t think of a single reason, especially since she so sincerely wanted him to fuck her. Right now.
His rock-hard cock against her stomach made her insides ache with intense yearning.
“You just can’t,” she finally managed to say.
He leaned in close to her face. “Well, now, that sounds like a challenge.”
He pulled her wrists down and drew her across the cell, then twisted her around. Suddenly she felt cold metal against her wrists, and a second later she found herself pressed against the bars with her wrists cuffed through them. Liam’s body pressed against her thighs, and she felt his cockhead glide along her slick opening. The hard flesh burned against her and painful pleasure spiked through her as she longed for him to drive into her.
“You are a very bad girl, and I’m going to treat you like one,” he said, then thrust forward.
She gasped as his hard flesh invaded her body, thrilling her as it drove deep.
“Oh, God.” She wrapped her fingers around the bars as she stared unseeingly at the wall beyond, barely aware of anything but the huge shaft of flesh filling her.
He pulled back and drove forward again, crushing her naked body against the cold bars.
“Oh, Officer, you mustn’t—”
He pulled back and filled her again. She moaned.
He drove into her again and again, in accelerated thrusts. Pleasure rocketed through her, and she wailed as intense pleasure shot through her.
Finally she collapsed against the bars, his body tight against her, his cock still fully immersed in her … and still as hard as a rock.
He kissed her cheek, then drew back,
his cockhead stroking along her inner channel almost setting her off again.
He unfastened her wrists and turned her around, then captured her lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.
* * *
Sloan stared at the camera, his gazed locked on the expression on Liam’s face. He looked like a man … oh, God … totally smitten by a woman.
As Liam continued to kiss Janine, he backed her toward the cot. He lay her down gently and prowled over her.
Suddenly, the scene seemed way too intimate for Sloan’s liking. Maybe he couldn’t handle this after all.
Eighteen
Sloan’s heart ached, knowing the only alternative was giving up on Janine, and he couldn’t do that. The only chance he had of possibly winning her for good—of making this work—was to prove to her that he accepted her for who she was. Even if she made love to his best friend.
Sloan turned and strode to the door, then hurried down the hall to the room with the cell. Janine and Liam lay on the cot, their naked bodies still entwined, catching their breath.
“Officer O’Neill,” Sloan snapped.
Liam gazed around. “Yes, Captain?”
“You’re out of uniform.”
“Sorry, Captain.” Liam leaned down and kissed Janine, then lifted himself from her body. He took her hand and helped her to sit up, then picked up his uniform from the floor and began putting it on.
Once he’d finished putting on his clothes, he sat on the cot and pulled on his shoes, then glanced toward Sloan.
“I told the prisoner I would try to persuade you to be lenient and let her go,” Liam said. “I think if you spend a little time with her, she might convince you to set her free.”
“I think you might be right,” Sloan said.
He strode to the cot and grasped her hands, then drew her to her feet and into his arms. He captured her lips and stormed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue drove into her and found her tongue, then swirled over it. Her wide eyes fell closed and her arms surrounded him. He stroked her back as their mouths moved together passionately.
