She’s absolutely stunning. Her long black hair is flowing down over her shoulders with the wild streak of red adding a punky punch of color.
“I like the red in your hair,” I meet her blue eyes, the color of an autumn sky.
“Thanks, I put it in because it’s my school’s color,” she runs her fingers through her hair and tosses it back.
“Do you go to a lot of the games or something?” I ask before taking another mouthful of creamy garlic mashed potatoes.
“No, I’m on the gymnastics team, I’m at school on an athletic scholarship,” she answers.
“Gymnastics!” The image from the other night of her flipping from a handstand back onto her feet pops in my mind. Her grace and skill make more sense now. “What kind do you do?”
“I train in all areas, but I specialize in the balance beam,” she looks down modestly.
“Well, that’s pretty impressive. I’m about as elegant as a drunk elephant, so I think it’s pretty cool that you can do that,” I smile at her.
“Thanks,” she takes a sip of her red wine and looks up at me from under her long eyelashes. “I think what you do is pretty amazing. It can’t be easy to go to work everyday not knowing if someone is going to shoot at you, or if something crazy is going to happen,” her pale cheeks flush a little. “I think that’s pretty heroic.”
“Well, you’d be surprised,” I laugh. “Most days are pretty routine. It’s not everyday that I get to keep the world safe from a breakneck speedster like you,” I tease her.
“I’m sure the world is grateful,” she laughs. “But seriously, I never got to tell you how grateful I am that you stopped that guy the other night. I felt like you were my hero when you saved me,” she levels me with those eyes.
“Don’t thank me for that. I would’ve done the same thing if I was a civilian, trust me. He was way outta line.”
“Well, either way, thanks,” Scarlett reaches across the table and grabs my hand and my heart races.
I want to fling the plates onto the floor and lift her up onto the table and fuck her right here in my dining room. It takes an enormous amount of restraint to gently rub my thumb over the back of her hand and keep my instincts under wraps.
I stand up and pick up my empty plate, holding out my hand to take hers as well. “I’ll help you,” she stands up and joins me. The plates go in the sink with a clatter, but I don’t care. I couldn’t care less if they’re shattered into a million pieces, I wrap my hand around her head, tangling my fingers in her luxurious hair and tenderly taste her sweet lips with a kiss.
She hesitates at first, but her lips part and our tongues collide in a sensual dance. When I pull away, her eyes are still closed. She opens them like she’s waking up from a dream.
“I’m sorry I don’t have any dessert made,” I breathe the words.
“That’s okay. I was just thinking, well, it’s too bad,” she looks up at me.
“What’s too bad?”
“Just that you’re a cop so you probably follow the rules pretty strictly, right?”
“That’s usually the case,” I answer.
“Yeah, I guess I was just hoping you’d break your rule you have about first dates,” she looks at her toes.
“I’ll tell you what,” I pull her in so close I can smell her natural perfume, “how about you give me a personal lap dance and I’ll toss my rule out. Besides,” I growl, “you’re the only dessert I want to eat tonight.”
Chapter 5 - Scarlett
I tug Cord by the hand and lead him into his living room. Standing up on my tippy-toes, I reach up to his broad shoulders and push him down into the chair. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’ve never been the kind of girl who fucks on the first date. There’s just something different about him, I feel like I’ve known him forever. Like we grew up together in this small town. Like that guy you always noticed on the bus, but never talked to, but somehow just watching him everyday from afar and caring about him made you feel closer to him.
I know Cord is still a fresh face in my world, but he’s also a sexy as sin cop who saved me the other night and who went out of his way to escort me with lights flashing to my exam. He’s also a guy who, even though I stripped for him on stage a couple of nights ago, looks at me like I’m classy and beautiful.
“Sit,” I give his shoulders a forceful shove downward and he follows my instructions, plopping down in the chair.
“I like it,” he smiles slyly, running his hand through his black hair, “a woman who takes charge, very sexy.”
“I’m about to do more than that,” I twist my hips seductively as I lean over him and stare into his eyes. “I’m going to give you the best lap dance you have ever or will ever have. I just need you to promise me one thing, on your word,” I flicker my eyes over his handsome face as he looks up at me with curiosity.
“Name it.”
“You’ve gotta promise to keep your hands to yourself until I’m done,” I don’t blink. I’m dead serious. Stripping is all about the art of seduction. About the promise of what could be, or is yet to come. And if he wants to be what is yet to cum, I want him to let me do my thing.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he traces an X over his muscular chest.
“Good, let me just find my favorite song, I pull my cell out of my skirt pocket and swipe my thumb over the screen until I find it. “Perfect,” I press play and the opening of Lady Marmalade fills the air. I take a step back and turn away from Cord purposely and slowly bending over at the waist until my nose is touching my legs, and place my phone on the floor. I hear him let out a low, deep groan and a smile tugs at my lips.
As the tempo kicks up, I twist around and quickly slide my fingers under the edge of my top and tug it off me, tossing it across the room.
I twist my ass and walk toward him, putting one hand on each arm of his chair, I shake my small tits against his mouth and pull back.
Normally I take three full songs to strip bare, but I’m not interested in dragging it out that long. From the look of the thick cock pressing against Cord’s jeans, I’m tempted to shut this song off and beg him to take me right here and now.
Instead, I unzip my skirt and let it slide down my legs until the fabric pools around my feet. I pick it up with my foot and send it flying across the room to join my shirt.
Now, in my matching bra and panties, I’m free to tease him.
As the song builds up, I turn away from him again, and twerk the air in front of him. Doing a forward tumble, I step back up and watch him as I slowly unclip my bra. Sliding it down my arms, I reveal my breasts one at a time to him and watch with joy as he licks his lips.
The song is almost over, it’s time for the grand finale now. I slide my hips from side to side and tug my underwear down until I can kick them off. Walking up to him, I lean over his face. “Remember, no hands,” I whisper.
He nods.
I pull his legs open and bend over at the waist until my palms are flat on the floor, then I hoist my legs up and throw them over his shoulders, wrapping them around the back of his head, until my pussy is only inches from his face. I shimmy my hips, pressing myself back against him, I can hear his moans of agony as I tease him.
The song ends and I stand back up, proud of the fat erection I can see clearly outlined against his pants.
“Please tell me I can use my hands now,” he creaks.
“You can,” I smile, loving that I can do this to him without touching him sexually at all.
“Good,” he stands up abruptly and lifts me over his shoulder. His large hands hold me in place as he walks me up the stairs, down to the hall and into his bedroom.
Cord drops me on the bed and walks over to his dresser, picking up his set of handcuffs. “Now it’s my turn,” he smirks, opening the metal bracelet.
Chapter 6 - Cord
“You know, you’ve been a really bad girl, haven’t you Scarlett?” I slowly walk over to the edge of the bed with my handcuffs dangling fro
m my fingers.
“Mmhmm,” she bites her plump lip and nods. “I think I need to be punished, Officer.”
I reach the edge of the bed and tilt her head upward with a single finger under her chin. “I think you’re right.”
I grab her hand. Click, tick, tick, tick! The cuffs snugly circle her wrist and I flip her away from me, taking control of her other hand I quickly lock it up with the other behind her back.
“Put your head on the bed,” I order her, helping her lean forward with her ass high in the air. “Good, now you keep that ass up like that until I say otherwise, got it?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Got it?” I repeat, giving her round cheek a stinging swat.
“Yes, Officer,” I hear her muffled voice against my bedspread.
“That’s right, now a bad girl like you needs to learn a lesson. Don’t you?” I swat her firm ass again and she moans into my sheets.
I slap her ass until it glows pink with palm prints as Scarlett’s pussy grows slick with desire. I can see her dew drops of nectar at her entrance, begging to be tasted.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” I growl and sink to my knees behind her. “Now it’s time for me to kiss it all better,” I pull her to the edge of my bed and let my mouth hover over her pussy from behind. I let the heat of my breath tease her until she’s wriggling her ass toward me.
I lick the length of her from her clit to her asshole and twist my tongue against her tight rosebud. Scarlett writhes against my mouth and I grab her hips, holding her steady as I let my tongue plunder and plunge into her ass. I finally pull back and push my finger against her tight asshole, letting her body get used to me as I push further inside. With my finger half buried in her ass, I lean into her and delve my tongue into her pussy. I press my face into her juices, lapping her up until I reach her sensitive clit.
Scarlett cries out with pleasure as I thrust my finger inside her ass and lap up her nectar. I flicker my tongue relentlessly against her clit, drinking her juices, licking her feverishly until her body twists and she cries out loudly, “Oh Cord! I’m cumming! Oh fuck!”
I wait for her ass to stop clenching around my finger before I pull free, leaving her handcuffed, on her knees. Face down, ass up. And what an ass it is.
My clothes are shed quickly and I grab a condom from my night table drawer, ripping it open with my teeth. I never take my eyes off her toned body.
Scarlett twists her head and looks back toward me, “Cord?”
“Yeah?” I roll the condom down over my cock.
“I want you to fuck me like a bad girl,” she whispers.
“I plan to,” I answer and give her tender ass another slap. Stepping between her thighs I reach forward and grab a fistful of her long, black hair. I like how it looks wrapped around my arm. I pull her head up from the mattress as she cries out.
“Yes!” She exclaims.
I press my cock against her entrance and plunge inside her tight pussy as I yank her hair back toward me, giving me total control over her. Scarlett grunts inaudible noises as I fuck her hard and fast from behind, her wrists cuffed together behind her back.
“Fuck, you might be a bad girl, but you’ve got a sweet little pussy on you, don’t you? Mmmm, you’re so tight Scarlett,” my voice is ragged as I plunge my cock inside her over and over.
“Don’t stop, oh fuck, I’m going to cum again,” she clenches down on my cock and I feel her walls contract against me. It’s more than I can bear, as her second orgasm washes over her, I feel my cock twitch and hot bliss explodes from me. My seed spurts into the condom as my orgasm reduces my muscles to a quaking mess.
I’m panting hard as I release her hair from my grasp. Scarlett’s head drops back down against my mattress and she’s breathing hard.
Grabbing the base of the condom, I pull out of her carefully and hop across the room to grab the key to the cuffs. When I release her from their snug embrace, I can see pink lines around her wrists. However, she’s not complaining. I doubt she even notices. Instead, she rolls over with a smirk of satisfaction on her lips and looks up at me. I quickly dispose of my condom in the wastepaper basket and jump into bed next to her.
“That was incredible,” I murmur as I pull her in against my chest.
“It really was,” she agrees, nuzzling in against me. “Cord?”
“Yeah?”
“This isn’t a one night stand, is it?” She asks, her voice full of vulnerability.
I pull her against me tighter, wrapping both my arms around her, I kiss her on the forehead gently. “No chance, you’re not getting rid of me that easy,” I tease her.
I feel the tension slide off her shoulders as she breathes deeper and falls asleep in my arms.
This is just the first night of many. I feel sleep tugging at my eyelids and I let myself imagine a world where I’m professing my love at my bachelor party about Scarlett, my wife-to-be. Smiling, I fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.
THE END
6
Wounded Hearts
Chapter 1 - Sergeant Colton Walker
The sand seems to fall from the sky like rain, it dances around us in blinding clouds. I notice that it doesn’t hurt this time as it twists and whips against us. Not like how it usually grinds against our faces, leaving tiny stab wounds on our flesh.
I push forward, leading my guys on foot to our target. I know what’s going to happen next. I can see it before it even begins. The shots fired. The men I kill. The bullet I take. Yet, I can’t stop myself from pressing forward. I have a sworn duty to uphold. Fear is no excuse.
I climb a crumbling hill of dirt and lift my rifle, holding it at the ready. This is it. It’s fucking show time. My finger slowly squeezes the trigger, but instead of the familiar, even comforting sound of gunfire, I hear a loud squeal. What the hell?
My eyes blink open and I wipe a strand of drool from my chin as I look around the hospital room. As my ears are assaulted by the sound of the squeaky food cart out in the hall, I press the button on my bed to lift me up until I’m sitting comfortably.
“Well, look who finally decided to join the party,” Corporal Pike smirks at me from the next bunk. At twenty, he’s still got the energy of a puppy dog. He hasn’t been worn down by a career of deployments, shift work and drills. Not yet.
“Yeah, yeah,” I flip my hand at him dismissively, “sounds to me like I got up at the right time.” I jerk my thumb toward the door where the whine of the lunch cart is getting more pronounced. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your Katy Perry or anything,” I nod up at the TV playing the singer’s “Fireworks” video across the room.
“I wasn’t even watching that,” Pike mumbles, but grabs the remote quickly and flicks through the channels until he finds a soccer game. His eyes dart over to me for approval as he sets the remote back down beside him.
I’m just busting his balls. I don’t care if the kid rocks out to pop music or zones out to sports. It’s all the same. It’s decompression. It’s distraction. It’s a way of putting a little space between us and what we just experienced.
I look at his casted arm. When I was a kid I snapped my arm pretty good by falling from a homemade zip line in my backyard. I remember thinking that it was a bad break, but my little forearm cast covered in ‘get well’ messages and stick drawings was nothing compared to the plaster encasing Pike from his hand to his shoulder.
“How you holding up?” I nod at his injury and I see a flash in his green eyes. I’m familiar with it. It’s the haunted look of someone who got a wake-up call, who realized they’re not invincible. I remember the day I realized that being a part of Canada’s most elite force, the JTF2, didn’t actually make me a superhero. It sounds silly, but that’s how guys think. And after you make it through the grueling screening and get accepted in with the select few, it’s how you feel.
Until you get hurt.
Pike pushes away the thoughts I can see polluting his mind with a smirk, “Good Sar
g, no problem. I’m more worried about what my mom’s gonna say than about me,” he tries to shrug, but winces as he seems to remember his limited mobility.
“You don’t have to do that with me, it’s okay if you’re feeling a bit shaken, Corporal.”
“Naw, psssh, me? Shaken, no, it’s not like that,” he overacts. I won’t push it, I can see I’ve already bruised his ego.
Silence falls between us, I can hear a lady’s voice from the next room delivering the lunch I’m starving for to a couple of other patients. My stomach rumbles loudly.
“Sergeant?”
“Yeah,” I look back at Pike.
“I wanted to say, well, I want to thank you,” his voice is tight and he looks down at his thin blanket covering his legs. “If you didn’t pull me out of there, well, my mom wouldn’t have a chance to get mad about my arm, she’d be a Silver Cross Mother.” His voice wavers and he swallows hard as he looks up at me.
“You’d do the same,” I answer confidently, “I’m glad we made it out with the minor injuries we did,” I admit.
“True, it could’ve been a shit show,” he agrees.
The high-pitched squeal enters our room, but I can barely hear it. Instead, I feel like the air has been knocked out of my lungs as I look up at the nurse pushing the cart.
She’s stunning.
I can hear the whooshing of my heart in my ears as my adrenaline courses through my veins. It’s the same noise I hear every time I do a mission, but this time it’s not because I want to fight or flee, it’s for the third “F”.
Fuck.
“Hello,” she smiles and her round face lights up as she introduces herself, “I’m Nurse Alana Keller,” her German accent makes me pay closer attention to her words. To her lips. Those plump, juicy, red lips. “Welcome to Landstuhl Regional, we’re a little backed up right now with the influx of casualties, so I’m bringing around the lunches for this hall, but I’m also your nurse.” I can see a warmth in her chocolate eyes as she waits for us to respond.
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