I snapped back to the moment and made my way to the car. The closer I got the closer I could feel the power he exuded. If power and confidence aren’t the ultimate aphrodisiacs then I don’t know what are.
“Detective Washington,” a second officer said. He extended his hand to meet mine. His hands were strong, but not like Chase’s. “Glad to have you aboard,” he said.
For the next three hours we drove throughout L.A. It was as fascinating as it was incredible. We pulled up to a block and talked to a group of prostitutes, asking how their night was going. It was totally different than what I expected. When I asked why we didn’t arrest them when what they were doing was so obvious, Chase just laughed.
“It seems like we should, doesn’t it? Well, technically she’s not doing much more than loitering. That and if we arrested her we’d have to spend the night filling out paperwork when we could be doing real police work. That, and it would be kind of strange to try and arrest a fellow officer?”
“She’s a police officer?”
“Undercover. She’s been working with those girls for years. She gets the best intel of any undercover by a mile. She knows when drugs are coming through. She knows which prominent political figures are soliciting prostitutes. Shoot, she could probably tell you the day and time it’s going to rain in L.A.”
“It doesn’t rain in L.A.” I said.
“That woman could make it rain.”
“He’s not exactly talking about the weather,” Detective Washington added.
“Got ya.” I said.
It was fascinating to watch these two officers work. It seemed more like they were just cruising around having fun, but they were really checking up on contacts and keeping an eye on what was going on. And then things got real.
“Seat belt fastened?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Hold on.”
With a flip of the switch the sirens flashed on and the car accelerated well over seventy miles per hour through the city. We were going fast, but Chase was under control.
I was behind the passenger seat giving me a clear view of him. His long, muscular, rough fingers gripped the steering wheel. I stared at their strength. The way they curved. I imagined them inside me, the same kind of curve, but used instead to move in that come hither motion against my G-Spot sending me into orgasmic bliss.
The way he stared at the road ahead of him. How he was so focused. I imagined him doing the same when I stood before him, naked, watching his pupils dilate as he took in my body.
His intensity with which he did his job. I imagined the same intensity as he grabbed my hips from behind and thrust his cock inside me.
“Everything alright back there?”
“Um, yeah. This is great,” I said, realizing I had zoned out on him.
“We’re almost there. Whatever you do, stay in the car when we arrive. Got it?”
“Got it.”
We pulled up to the block just in time to see a man running. Chase was out of the car almost before he had it in park, tackling the man and cuffing him in just a few seconds. It looked like he could still be playing football. I could see how he stayed in such great shape, and why he absolutely had to. The man he took down was well over six feet and two hundred pounds, and it looked like he knew his way around a football field as well.
I always had an appreciation for our law enforcement professionals, but this took it to a whole ‘nother level. And it wasn’t just law enforcement. It was anyone who risks their lives for the lives of others, but especially this man.
Chase waited until back-up arrived so they could take the man in. He didn’t want to interrupt the ride along.
About an hour later Detective Washington announced that something he ate wasn’t agreeing with his stomach. He needed to head back to the station.
We dropped him off, but Chase still had a little more time on his patrol. I could see he was contemplating what to do.
“Having fun?” he said.
“Are you kidding? This is beyond amazing.”
I’d never know Chase not to be an instinctive decision maker, but this seemed to be that first time.
We pulled down the block a few before he idled the engine. I felt the locks in the back spring up.
“Time to ride shotgun and see what this looks like from the front seat.”
I jumped out of the car and sprang into the front seat. I felt the cool vinyl underneath me. The seat belt split my breasts. Chase stared at the point right in between my chest before looking up at me.
He turned his attention forward and opened his eyes wide quickly as if to say, oh my.
I looked down at my breasts. The seat belt had separated and accentuated them perfectly. Judging from his reaction he liked the sight. He wasn’t the only one getting an eyeful. I looked down, directly at his groin. I wasn’t trying to hide my thoughts. And there was no point in hiding his. His dark blue polyester police officer pants strained to contain his massive erection. The one I had caused. And the one I wanted nothing more than to feel deep inside me.
CHAPTER 6
Chase
I ’d always played by the book, but I just couldn’t resist. I wanted Scarlett in that seat next to me, as much for her to experience the authenticity of what we go through as for me to experience what it feels like to have her by my side. My partner. And damn did it ever feel good.
She knew it too. I caught her staring at my junk. I don’t know who liked it more, her or me. I was turned on by the fact that she was so forward about it. No kids games. She was letting me know what was on her mind as directly as she could without coming right out and saying it. I should have expected that kind of maturity out of her. She was always wise beyond her years. She may have made a bad decision last week going into that bar, but her heart was in the right place. She did it in the line of duty. It wasn’t smart, but I can’t fault her ambition.
“I’m not supposed to be up here am I?”
“Not at all,” I said.
“If you want I can go back to the backseat. It’s okay.”
“No it’s not okay. I want you right here, next to me.”
I looked over and caught her smiling. By the time I focused back on the road in front of me I felt her hand rest just above my knee.
She was sliding over on the seat closer to me as fast as my dick wanted to slide right out of these uncomfortable pants.
Her hand moved slowly up my thigh. I laid my right arm across the back of the seat and drove with my left.
She leaned in with both hands and undid my belt buckle. Fuck, this was happening. All the crazy fucked up shit I had done with women over the years…I had never done this. Never even attempted it. I valued my job too much, and respected the force, but this was different. I knew I could trust her, share this with her. And I also knew I wasn’t going to endanger anyone at the same time, except myself. Once she took me inside her mouth I knew I’d be obsessed with being inside her. I’d be a goner for her if I wasn’t there already.
There was an alley a couple streets up, but at the speed with which she was undoing my pants making it there first was going to be tough.
I felt her fingertips moving across my groin as she slid my zipper down. My cock aching to be set free.
I lifted my ass off the seat. Her hands came around to the sides of my hips and slid my boxer briefs down, my cock springing out. I looked at her quickly and saw the shock in her eyes. Yep, it’s the biggest one you’re ever going to see. And it’s the only one you’re ever going to see if I have anything to say about it, because once I have you, you will be mine, for good.
She was nearly horizontal on the seat when her right hand grabbed my shaft.
“Hold on,” I said, turning into the alley.
As soon as the car straightened out I felt the tip of her tongue underneath the head of my cock, right where it attaches to the shaft. Damn that area was so sensitive, and that’s right where she was going for first.
She flattened her tongue
and dragged it up and down before licking around the base of the head of my cock, and then without warning her head came crashing down on the tip. She stroked my shaft as her head bobbed on my purple stiffness.
I dropped the speed to a crawl as my head leaned back. Fuck me. I didn’t dare stop the car, but I didn’t dare drive it either. We were just coasting, unlike my mind which was racing a mile a minute. The alley ended and opened into a strip mall parking lot. It was empty at this time and it made sense for a cop car to patrol it. Perfect.
The car crawled forward as she increased the depth of her sucking, inch by inch. Her hand moved up and down, with an added twist ever few strokes for increased friction and pleasure. She knew exactly how to please me and I knew exactly how I was going to please her later.
“You taste so good.”
“You like my cock in your mouth.”
“Yes, I want to taste you more. I want to taste your cum.”
Damn, who knew she had such a dirty little mouth on her.
“You want me to cum in your mouth?”
“I want you to cover the back of my throat in your warm spooge.”
“What if I want to cum on your face first?”
“I want you to cover me in your cum.”
Damn, it took everything I had not to cum right now. I tried to picture the Dodger game to delay the inevitable, but it didn’t work. Nothing could get her off my mind, nor did I want to.
My right hand slid down the seat and into her blouse. I unbuttoned three buttons on her virginal white top as quickly as I could before grabbing a huge handful of her breast. Whoever said more than a handful is a waste had no idea what he was talking about. I kneaded her breast over the top of her bra before sliding my hand up and underneath her bra.
I could feel the softness of her skin, and the tightness of her nipple. It was about as hard as my cock. A rock hard pebble to my granite rod.
I rolled her nipple in-between my index finger and thumb. I pulled it out before letting it snap into place just as her mouth made that empty vacuum popping sound from releasing the top of my cock from the grasp of her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the top of my cock before impaling her face down my rod.
I felt my ass slide forward in my seat as I fisted the back of her hair with my free hand, moving it to the side. I had to see this. I had to see my girl pleasing me, and pleasing herself in the process.
“You like it when I watch you,” I said in-between gritted teeth.
“Yeah,” she moaned.
“It turns you on?”
“I’m so wet for you.”
“You ready to taste me?”
She moaned before sliding her head all the way down to the base of my groin, devouring the whole ten inches. It was too fucking much to take. She had taken all of me and now I was going to give her everything I had.
“I’m going to bust,” I moaned.
Her head slid back half way as I exploded into her mouth. She pulled her lips off my rod and grabbed my dick with two hands aiming it at her face. A second geyser erupted all over her face as her tongue quickly shot out of her mouth licking up what it could. I felt like I was in a mother fucking porno and we were both the stars.
Suddenly she pointed my cock downward, the pressure intense, but pleasing at the same time. I shot the last part of my load across her chest as my body shook and rumbled.
“Oh fuck!” I said.
She leaned forward, kissing the tip of my cock as she stared into my eyes. I let go of her hair as my head fell all the way back hitting the cage. I didn’t even notice.
CHAPTER 7
Scarlett
M y favorite part of studying screenwriting was I got to read a lot of scripts. A lot. And some of those scripts were raunchy as I’ll get out. I didn’t have my own personal experiences to draw upon, but between what I’d read, what I’d see coming out of the San Fernando Valley on film, and my budding storytelling imagination I thought I’d be able to do some things that would blow Chase’s mind.
I was right.
I watched as his chest heaved. His arms limp by his side. His head back like he was lost in the clouds.
“Fuck me,” he said.
“You like it?”
“Are you kidding me? That was unbelievable,” he said, putting the car in park. He reached down and grabbed me by both sides of my face and pulled me up to him, kissing me passionately.
My friends had told me about boys at SC wanting girls to perform oral and then refusing to kiss them until the brushed their teeth. Not Chase. Chase was a man and had no sexual hang-ups. I wasn’t turned on by the fact that some of his cum was still in the back of my throat as we kissed, but I was turned on by the force with which his lips pressed into mine. I wanted him, and I got him. Now he wanted me, and he was taking me.
I reached my arms to my chest and slid out of my blouse. I felt his hands clasp on my hips. I couldn’t have escaped his grasp if I wanted to.
His hand slid up my back grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my head back as his kisses moved from my lips down the side of my neck.
“Now I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
A small exhale escaped me.
“You think that’s funny?”
“I’m sorry, but yes, kind of. You don’t know the irony behind your words.”
“The irony behind my words?” I saw his gaze shift as he processed what I said. “Oh fuck! You’ve never been with a man.”
“I’ve never been with anyone, and certainly not a man.”
“But…what you just did to me.”
“I have a very vivid imagination.”
“Very.” He paused. “Are you sure you want to do this here?”
“Absolutely. Most girls first times are half drunk on a fraternity bunk bed or something similar. I’ve got the man of my dreams in the front of an LAPD squad car.”
“Man of your dreams?”
Oh shit, did I say that out loud?
“All units we have a B&E at Pico and La Brea. Suspect appears to be armed. Requesting all cars in the area.” It cracked over the radio loud and clear, just a moment after it had been so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“That’s us, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, we have to take it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, please,” I said. “You’re on the clock, plus this is what I came for. What we did was just a bonus.”
I smiled because it was true. What was also true was I was disappointed as hell. I was seconds away from riding Chase in his squad car. Now I had a whole different problem. I adjusted his rear view mirror and looked at my face.
“Napkins are in the glove box.”
“Thanks,” I said.
We were speeding to a crime scene as I cleaned his jizz from my face. Another couple minutes and it would have started to dry, making it look like I was wearing a deep scrub mask. Fuck me.
I knew there would be other officers arriving so I had to get myself presentable pronto. I buttoned my blouse and did the best clean up job I could.
We were almost to the house when Chase pulled over to the sidewalk.
“In the back. Jump in the back,” he shouted.
“I opened the door and entered the car again through the back.”
“Fuck! That would have gotten me written up,” he said.
I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach that he had dismissed me so quickly. I knew it wasn’t personal, but considering I still probably looked like Cameron Diaz in There’s Something About Mary, with semen hair gel, I couldn’t deny that it did hurt. He’s just doing his job, I reminded myself.
We pulled up to the house, the first car on the scene.
“Shit, stay here,” he said as he bolted out of the car. Where did he think I was going?
And just like that our intimate moment was lost. As much as I wanted to be exited about getting up close and personal with the real mean streets of L.A., I couldn’t. Not after what ha
ppened between us…and what was, or more appropriately wasn’t, happening now.
I imagined all the women out there who were married to those who served and protected our country. Law enforcement, military, security guards, and anyone else who had to leave at a moment’s notice with no guarantee they’d be coming back. It tore at my heart to think women, and men, lived this way. And until just a few minutes ago I was already considering something bigger with Chase.
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