Simon tugged the button of her jeans loose and dragged the zipper down. He smoothly pulled her pants and underwear down without losing contact with his mouth. Audrey gripped his shoulders as she tried to kick off her shoes. Before she could go off balance, he broke free and gripped her waist, pulling her toward him.
“Easy, Audrey,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want these damned shoes off.”
He unwound her arms from his shoulders and gently placed her hands on the counter. “Hold on.” He then dropped to his knees and quickly untied her shoes, slipping each one off, before helping her out of her pants. She stood naked before him, in the dim light, her skin glowing. He ran his hands up the back of her calves and thighs, before gripping her ass and holding her in place.
The first swipe of his tongue was electric, and her hips bucked as he made contact with her clit. She shifted sideways, and he broke contact.
“I told you to hold on,” he said, chuckling.
And so she did.
This was no tease. Simon wasn’t taking his time exploring her, but was licking and sucking on her clit as though he was starving. His mouth and the onslaught short circuited Audrey’s brain and within a couple of minutes, her legs were shaking as she felt the rush build up inside of her. She let go of the counter with one hand and brought it to the back of Simon’s head.
“Fuck, Simon. So close,” she gasped. His answering moan against her sent vibrations through her.
He ran one of his hands down the back of her leg, and then up the front, stopping right at knee level to nudge her legs further apart. She shifted slightly and his palm smoothed up the inside of her thigh.
She gripped his head harder, prickling his scalp with her fingernails. She was hurtling off the edge when she felt him slip two fingers inside of her and curl them to rub against her.
And then she was gone. The waves rolled through her, ricocheting outward through her arms and legs and then back. Her breath tore from her in gasps. She was grinding against his face, and he stayed with her, coaxing her with his tongue and lips and fingers.
As she came down, Simon kissed her thighs and gently removed his fingers from her. She looked down at him and watched as he licked his fingers and smiled up at her. He rose, and kissed her, and she tasted herself on him and felt the heat radiating off of him as he pressed against her.
“Oh, I’ve missed this,” he breathed as he broke the kiss. “I’ve missed drinking you up, feeling you come for me.”
She ran her hands down his chest. “I’ve missed having you near me.” She shifted her eyes upward toward him and grinned. “But, you’re wearing way too many clothes right now.”
Audrey started shoving Simon backward as she worked at the buttons on his shirt. They paused while he pried his shoes off and kicked them somewhere into the room. As soon as they got across the threshold of the bedroom, Simon stopped and stepped out of his pants.
“Problem solved.”
There was almost no light in the room, save for a sliver that ran a few feet inside the door. His face was cast in shadow, hers in complete darkness.
“What do you want, Simon?” she whispered. She traced her fingers over his chest, feeling the prickle of his hair on her fingertips. As she moved to his side, she felt the skin pucker and raise slightly and heard him breathe in quickly.
“I want you.”
She laughed. “Have to be more specific than that, Carwell.”
“I know what gets you off, but watching you, feeling you take me for your pleasure—” he paused and inhaled deeply, “that gets me going like nothing else.” Simon ran his hand up her back to cradle her head and lowered his lips to hers in a slow kiss. He lingered, before gently biting her bottom lip. “Use my body, Audrey. However you want.”
Audrey shivered. She ran her hands up his chest and to his shoulders, moving him backwards until he was just short of the bed, before stepping around him to turn on the bedside lamp. As she walked back to him, she caressed his ass and moved her hand around to his hip. With her other hand, she brushed the hair back away from his face and traced her fingertips along the scar that bisected his eyebrow. She followed it down and pressed her lips against where it ended near his jaw.
His heartbeat was visible in flutters on his neck. It was steady, but fast, and she pressed her lips against the pulse, teasing with the tip of her tongue. A small sigh escaped Simon’s lips, so she dipped back in again, settling her teeth against his skin and biting down lightly. He moaned in response.
“You make me want to do bad things, Simon,” she said, nibbling her way down his chest.
“Bad? What kind of bad?” He sucked in a quick breath as she flicked her tongue against his nipple. His hands were clenched into fists.
“Bad like I want to lick every inch of your body.” She sucked hard on his nipple and gripped his hips.
“Fuck.” Simon groaned. “Be bad, Audrey. Be real bad.”
Audrey ran the tip of her tongue along the edge of the largest scar on his side. He shivered at the contact.
“Too much?”
“Yes. No.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “More,” he breathed.
She moved lower, catching the faint lines of his abdominal muscles and tracing to the center of his stomach. His breath was shallow, and his muscles trembled. She straightened and gently pushed on his shoulders. “Lay down, Simon.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her between her breasts. She cradled his head, running her fingers through his hair before pushing him back once more.
The dim light shone across him, rippling across his skin, casting muscle into shadow. He had one arm up, his forearm behind his head, watching. His cock was laying against his stomach, hard. A glimmer shone at the tip, and Audrey licked her lips.
She started at his inner thigh, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin. When he jerked, she moved his leg, bending it at the knee, and kissed her way up the back of his thigh. His gasps rang in her ears and she dug her fingers into the muscles at his hips as she ran her tongue the rest of the way up his leg and took one of his balls into her mouth.
Simon’s muscles tensed, and his legs trembled. “Fucking hell!”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hand rise, fingers twitching. It hung there. Drunk with the feel of him, she grasped his cock in her hand and ran her tongue up to the tip, catching the clear drop that had formed. His eyes were dark, and the light reflected in them as he watched her.
“That mouth. Jesus, Aud.”
She closed her lips around him and sucked her way down his length, feeling him groan at the contact. His hand skimmed her head. She wanted him to not be so careful. She worked her hand in concert with her lips, stroking him up and down, moaning when he laid his hand against her head.
Before long, she felt his breath quicken, and he coiled his hand around her braid. Using her free hand, she ran her fingertips lightly up his leg and raked her fingernail over his balls before grasping them and tugging gently.
His entire body stiffened.
“Aud,” he choked out. “You gotta stop.”
She met his gaze and sucked harder. His eyes grew wide for a moment and she swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock.
“I’m—Audrey—I’m—” He clenched his hand around her braid and tensed.
She squeezed him hard, and he groaned. “Oh yessss.” When she felt the first pulse, she took him as far into her mouth as she could, swallowing as he flexed against her. When he finally stilled, she released him and crawled up his body, settling over his still-hard dick.
Simon reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her and moaning into her mouth as she began to grind against him. “You trying to kill me, woman?”
“Oh, no. I’m not done with you.” Audrey smiled and reached down to rub her clit as she rolled her hips.
Simon ran his hands up her body, raking his nails long her sides, rubbing over her nipple
s. “That’s it, love, let me see you.”
Love. She registered the word, felt it rock through her and shoot up into the base of her skull. It wasn’t an admission, not here, in the heat of the moment. Just a slip. Easily attributed to passion. And still, it settled somewhere under her breastbone and zinged along her nerves until it melded with the feel of Simon under her.
She ground against him hard, feeling his fingers grip into the flesh of her hips. He dragged her in agonizing circles over his cock until she was breathless. Tension built within her and Audrey moved her hips forward and pushed back, taking Simon inside of her just before her orgasm sent her flying. Simon grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. As she started coming down, he rolled her over and drove into her, setting her off again.
“So hot,” he breathed in her ear. “So wet. No one’s ever fucked me hard again.” He stroked against her, over and again. Her nails were in his back, legs locked around his hips, and her low manta of his name was in his ear as he ground into her. With a last thrust, he let go.
“When I said, ‘use my body,’ I didn’t figure you were going to suck me off,” Simon said, running his fingers up and down Audrey’s side. She was splayed across his chest, leg thrown over his hips.
“I used your body exactly how I wanted to.” She raised up on an elbow and looked down at him. “Getting you off gets me going. Besides, you stopped me from tasting you last time.”
Simon tugged the blanket up over them and reached over to turn off the light. He gathered Audrey up in his arms, molding her body along his, and smiled when she nuzzled into his side.
Within minutes, her breathing slowed. He followed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Audrey and Simon were in the office, quietly working, when Antony showed up. Simon looked up to see him standing there, looking back and forth between them. Antony turned his head to Simon and tilted it, eyebrows raised in question.
Simon answered by giving him the finger. The accompanying smile told Antony everything he needed to know.
Randall came in a few minutes later and sat on the edge of the table. “We’re locking down the area,” he said. “Visitors will ring the bell at the front of the building from here on out. The locksmith will be by here soon to reconnect the keypad on the back door.” He stood to fill up his mug. “Make sure you get your pins set up. Linser, call Madden and let her know to stop over this morning.”
“I’ll walk over. She’s got a file for me, anyway.”
Once the room was clear, Antony looked up from his computer. “I guess you got shit figured out.”
“We did. Still not sure what it all means, but we’ll go with things for now.” Antony shot him a look. “Really, Ant. We’re good. I know where she’s coming from now.”
“As long as you remember that.”
He wasn’t wrong. Chances were good that Audrey would still leave, given the chance. He understood why she was the way she was, and with all the shit she’d been through, it impressed him she was willing to open up to him. Regardless of what happened in the future, he felt better about enjoying things for as long as they lasted.
“I—” A knock at the front door interrupted them. Simon stood up. “I got it.” Anything to get out of that convo, he thought, as he approached the door.
A Drill Sergeant stood there, tapping on his phone.
“Zach? Thought you were off the trail by now.”
The man’s face twisted into a grimace. “Yeah. They dangled the golden carrot, man.” He reached out and Simon grabbed his hand. “Sold me on six more months in exchange for instructor duty here. Retirement tour.”
“Oh, yeah. They got you good.” Simon gestured toward the office. “You want to talk in here, or back in the pen?”
“Here’s fine, as long as it’s just y’all around.” He sat down.
Simon sat across from him. “It’s just the team. What’s going on?”
Zach handed him the folder he’d been carrying under his arm. “Trainee called the duty desk in the middle of the night, freaked out. I was on. Asked if we could meet. He’s one of mine. Sharp kid. So I called in one of the other drills. He made the report in there. One guy in his suite is apparently running some black market shit. Electronics.”
Simon flipped open the folder and scanned the information. “This supposed to go down tonight?”
“That’s what he said. No set time. Not even sure about the location. There’s only so much they’d be able to do—no cars. This troop’s got to be working with someone on the outside.”
“You mean someone not in training, but with access to post.”
“Hadn’t thought of that, but yeah.”
Simon closed the folder. “We’d gotten a report that the PX was going through a little more stock than normal. Wasn’t too out of control, but this says different.”
Zach stood up. “You’ll let me know what’s up?”
“Of course.” Simon shook his hand. “You’ll be the first.”
Simon walked by Randall’s door and stopped. “You heard all that, Top?”
“Yep. Go get some rest. Looks like you’ll be on duty tonight.”
“Roger. Let me call and reserve a car first.”
“I got that. Just head out.” Randall looked up from his computer screen. “All good, Carwell?”
Ah yes, that look. Wondering if they got their shit together. “All good, Top.”
“Good. Let me know how things go tonight.”
Antony was shuffling through paperwork when he got back to his desk.
“Remember that shit from the PX a few weeks ago?”
“Got a lead?”
“Yeah. Trainee. Ballsy, though he’s got to have an in.” Simon grabbed his bag. “I’ll call if I need backup.”
“You better.”
Audrey called to Simon as the door to the office closed behind him. “Where are you going?” she asked.
“I was gonna text you. I have to be out tonight.” He quickly filled her in.
“Well damn. That sounds a lot more entertaining than investigating my shit.”
“Not as entertaining as what I had planned for you tonight,” he said, leaning in toward her. “I’d planned on an entirely different sort of investigation.”
Audrey laughed. “You really are cheesy, you know that, right?”
“You bring out the best in me, lover.”
She gave him a push. “Go. Get some sleep. Let me know when you head out.”
***
Sleep was just not going to happen. Simon had been out on patrol for the past three nights and sleeping alone just sucked. Audrey threw back the covers and stared at the ceiling for a minute before getting up. Within minutes, she’d thrown on her blouse from earlier, a simple black skirt, and some black flats. After checking the charge on the radio, she tossed it and a couple other things in a small purse and was out the door and in her car, heading north. Her phone beeped once, and when she stopped at the corner, she saw it was a text from Simon.
“Bored on the back 40. Whatcha wearin?”
She sent back a wink, and “A smile . . .” and tossed her phone onto the seat next to her.
The radio was quiet, save for a few checks. Typical for a Wednesday night. This case had drug on for two days longer than Simon had wanted and he was in a foul mood. The trainee who’d reported things had clammed up. Flat out refused to speak anymore, and there hadn’t been a single clue that anything they’d said had come to pass. Worse, their graduation was in the morning, and everyone involved would be gone. Well, at least it would all be over.
He’d also not gotten to spend much time with Audrey, with their schedules being flipped. He turned down the main road and headed toward Sierra. It was pitch dark outside, and the moon was a sliver in the sky. There was jack shit going on.
Until a truck swung around him and made a sharp turn down one of the side roads. Audrey. When he realized that it was her, his head and his cock were clashing over which was going to react first.
She’d pulled over in a small turnaround area on the gravel road and shut off her lights. Simon swung the car in behind her, killed the engine, and hit his lights as well.
He approached the driver’s side window, stopped just behind the driver’s seat, and gently tapped the glass. The window came down, and as he stepped forward, he started, “Audrey, what—”
“Officer, I’m afraid I’m a little lost,” Audrey blinked at him.
Simon stared dumbly and then choked on his response as his eyes drifted downward. Her blouse was open just enough to barely contain those perfect tits. Her nipples were straining against the fabric and he licked his lips involuntarily. His eyes flicked back up to hers and saw the sparkle in them.
Audrey reached for the door handle and Simon stepped back. As she swung the door wide, she twisted in the seat, her skirt raising slightly. When she lifted her left leg over the threshold to step out, Simon forgot how to breathe.
Fucking hell, she didn’t have any panties on.
“Officer, I’d do anything if you could help me.”
He felt his cock slam to attention and any irritation he had that day disappeared. On one hand, this was wrong. He was on duty. On the other hand, well, fuck this. Easiest decision ever.
“Ma’am, this is a restricted area. Turn around and place your hands on the vehicle.”
“But officer—”
“NOW.”
Audrey spun around slowly and made a show of bending over to put her hands on the hood of her truck. Her skirt rode up high, and in the moonlight, the hem grazed her lips in the slight breeze.
Simon strode up to her and began to frisk her. “You’re not carrying anything I need to know about, are you?”
“No, Officer.”
He ran his hands up her ribs and down over her breasts, pushing them over the edge of her blouse and gently pinched her nipples. “Are you telling me the truth?”
“Y-yes, Officer.” Simon pinched harder, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers.
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