She saw the lights in her rearview mirror.
Great. Just great. She thought to herself, turning off the highway to a little-used service road, and cutting the engine.
Reaching for her glovebox, to extract the necessary paperwork, she stopped and smiled a wicked and knowing smile, when she caught sight of the officer in her rearview mirror.
So he wanted to play games, did he?
"I'll need you to step out of the vehicle ma'am." He said as he approached her window.
"But officer," she retorted with a smirk. "Whatever is the problem?"
"Please step out of the vehicle ma'am," he reiterated, adjusting his aviators despite the fading late afternoon sun.
She did as he requested, smoothing the wrinkles out of her mini skirt, and giving the officer a good once over. His hair was slightly rumpled, his uniform well filled out by that streamline body of his, and his full lips compressed into a tight line as he tried to maintain his composure.
He quickly wrapped one hand around her wrist and took a step towards the front of her car. "I'll need you to put both hands in front of you on the hood," he remarked, basically dragging her behind him now.
"What's this all about Officer?" She mocked sweetly, doing as he asked and spreading her legs wide in front of her as her heels dug into the soft ground.
He adjusted his trooper's hat, and pulled at his utility belt before stepping forward and standing between her outstretched legs. Without a word, he reached around her, frisking her lightly by patting down her sides. She heard him gulp audibly, and laughed.
His hands came back up to her shoulders, where he ran the tips of his fingers around her neck before reaching in front of her and kneading her breasts. She moaned as the contact became more delicious, as the sensation of his hard calloused fingers and the heat of his palm could be felt underneath the contrasting silk of her lacy bra and skimpy little tank top.
As he stepped closer, his lips finding the nape of her neck, she leaned into him and could feel the hard length of his groin pressing into her bottom. She began slow circles against his pelvis as he pulled her futher against him, nipping and licking at her neck and throat.
Pushing her all the way up against the hood of her car, one hand still fondling her breasts, the other traveled lower, reaching beneath the waistband of her skirt and dipping into the heat of her body. She hadn't bothered to wear any underwear, and the nakedness he found further fueled his unchecked desire for her.
He quickly turned her around, nearly giving her whiplash as he slid her on top of her hood and continued to ravish her neck, his mouth sieging hers after a time and prompting her to respond. The kiss was fevered, and out of control. His lips were bruising, his tongue was urgent, she fisted one hand in his hair, the other reaching between them to stroke him through his slacks.
He groaned as her head fell back, taking full advantage of the exposed column of her neck. He nibbled on the line of her collarbone, he licked and sucked at her ears. And then he buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue laving at the sensitive flesh of her bosom.
When he thought he couldn't possibly stand another minute of the torture she was dishing out, he slid his hands under her ass, coaxing a surprised yelp from her as he hefted her into his arms and carried her over to his cruiser where he laid her on the hard plastic of his back seat, quickly disposing of his utility belt and throwing it around the open drivers side door into the front seat.
She laughed, her arms braced behind her as she watched officer Goodbody toss his hat and glasses to the ground as well. And when their eyes met, when she caught the feral look that glimmered in the fading light, she gasped, reaching out for him and popping a few of his buttons loose so that she could reach into his shirt and touch the tight muscles concealed within.
He groaned as her nails raked down his heated flesh, allowing her a minute to revel in the feel of his well-toned body before knocking her hands aside and kneeling on the ground before her. After nudging her back against the cold plastic seat of his cruiser, he pushed her skirt up around her waist and took her fully into his mouth.
Completely lost in the instant and overwhelming response of her body, she arched her back and gave herself over to the sensations his mouth evoked.
He flicked his tongue, teasing and taunting, tracing circles around the bud of her desire, delving into the heat of her core and tasting the sweetness of her nectar.
And she moaned, bucked and rotated her hips in her quest for release.
As she came, her moans long and low in her throat, he raised himself over her, fumbling with his belt buckle momentarily before managing to get his pants down around his ankles and force himself in one quick thrust into her tight and pulsing body.
Her legs wrapped around him, her fingers dug into his back, as she grasped at his shirt. And she rode the building momentum.
He was a flurry of movements, quick shallow thrusts, followed in intervals by deep slow penetration. His mouth was all over her upper body, devouring her breasts as they spilled over the top of her shirt, licking, sucking, kissing every inch of skin his mouth could find.
His hands wrapped around her waist, he plunged into her, further, faster, harder, deeper. And when her body crested the next peak, when her sheath tightened around him, milked him, he threw his head back and buried himself into her on a low moan as he found his own release, and he emptied his seed into her taut body, collapsing on top of her afterward.
Braced on his elbows, looking down into her sated and smiling face, he chuckled, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.
"Am I going to be getting a ticket, Officer?" She teased, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
He kissed the side of her neck, nuzzled her even. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait."
"Next time," she laughed, moving her shoulders against the uncomfortable seat of his squad car "Let's do this my car."
Want more? Go ahead and download my debut novel Contractual Attraction, (links can be found in the top right column of this blog) for FREE! (except Amazon which won't allow you to price below $2.99 but Smashwords has downloads available in ALL formats, including one for Kindle) I promise you won't be disappointed!
And tune in next week as I post the first in a series of blogs giving an in-depth look at my new ebook series; The Savannah Slashers! All three books are now available for preorder!(Links for those are also located at the top right of the blog!)
Happy reading!
-April
Great. Just great. She thought to herself, turning off the highway to a little-used service road, and cutting the engine.
Reaching for her glovebox, to extract the necessary paperwork, she stopped and smiled a wicked and knowing smile, when she caught sight of the officer in her rearview mirror.
So he wanted to play games, did he?
"I'll need you to step out of the vehicle ma'am." He said as he approached her window.
"But officer," she retorted with a smirk. "Whatever is the problem?"
"Please step out of the vehicle ma'am," he reiterated, adjusting his aviators despite the fading late afternoon sun.
She did as he requested, smoothing the wrinkles out of her mini skirt, and giving the officer a good once over. His hair was slightly rumpled, his uniform well filled out by that streamline body of his, and his full lips compressed into a tight line as he tried to maintain his composure.
He quickly wrapped one hand around her wrist and took a step towards the front of her car. "I'll need you to put both hands in front of you on the hood," he remarked, basically dragging her behind him now.
"What's this all about Officer?" She mocked sweetly, doing as he asked and spreading her legs wide in front of her as her heels dug into the soft ground.
He adjusted his trooper's hat, and pulled at his utility belt before stepping forward and standing between her outstretched legs. Without a word, he reached around her, frisking her lightly by patting down her sides. She heard him gulp audibly, and laughed.
His hands came back up to her shoulders, where he ran the tips of his fingers around her neck before reaching in front of her and kneading her breasts. She moaned as the contact became more delicious, as the sensation of his hard calloused fingers and the heat of his palm could be felt underneath the contrasting silk of her lacy bra and skimpy little tank top.
As he stepped closer, his lips finding the nape of her neck, she leaned into him and could feel the hard length of his groin pressing into her bottom. She began slow circles against his pelvis as he pulled her futher against him, nipping and licking at her neck and throat.
Pushing her all the way up against the hood of her car, one hand still fondling her breasts, the other traveled lower, reaching beneath the waistband of her skirt and dipping into the heat of her body. She hadn't bothered to wear any underwear, and the nakedness he found further fueled his unchecked desire for her.
He quickly turned her around, nearly giving her whiplash as he slid her on top of her hood and continued to ravish her neck, his mouth sieging hers after a time and prompting her to respond. The kiss was fevered, and out of control. His lips were bruising, his tongue was urgent, she fisted one hand in his hair, the other reaching between them to stroke him through his slacks.
He groaned as her head fell back, taking full advantage of the exposed column of her neck. He nibbled on the line of her collarbone, he licked and sucked at her ears. And then he buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue laving at the sensitive flesh of her bosom.
When he thought he couldn't possibly stand another minute of the torture she was dishing out, he slid his hands under her ass, coaxing a surprised yelp from her as he hefted her into his arms and carried her over to his cruiser where he laid her on the hard plastic of his back seat, quickly disposing of his utility belt and throwing it around the open drivers side door into the front seat.
She laughed, her arms braced behind her as she watched officer Goodbody toss his hat and glasses to the ground as well. And when their eyes met, when she caught the feral look that glimmered in the fading light, she gasped, reaching out for him and popping a few of his buttons loose so that she could reach into his shirt and touch the tight muscles concealed within.
He groaned as her nails raked down his heated flesh, allowing her a minute to revel in the feel of his well-toned body before knocking her hands aside and kneeling on the ground before her. After nudging her back against the cold plastic seat of his cruiser, he pushed her skirt up around her waist and took her fully into his mouth.
Completely lost in the instant and overwhelming response of her body, she arched her back and gave herself over to the sensations his mouth evoked.
He flicked his tongue, teasing and taunting, tracing circles around the bud of her desire, delving into the heat of her core and tasting the sweetness of her nectar.
And she moaned, bucked and rotated her hips in her quest for release.
As she came, her moans long and low in her throat, he raised himself over her, fumbling with his belt buckle momentarily before managing to get his pants down around his ankles and force himself in one quick thrust into her tight and pulsing body.
Her legs wrapped around him, her fingers dug into his back, as she grasped at his shirt. And she rode the building momentum.
He was a flurry of movements, quick shallow thrusts, followed in intervals by deep slow penetration. His mouth was all over her upper body, devouring her breasts as they spilled over the top of her shirt, licking, sucking, kissing every inch of skin his mouth could find.
His hands wrapped around her waist, he plunged into her, further, faster, harder, deeper. And when her body crested the next peak, when her sheath tightened around him, milked him, he threw his head back and buried himself into her on a low moan as he found his own release, and he emptied his seed into her taut body, collapsing on top of her afterward.
Braced on his elbows, looking down into her sated and smiling face, he chuckled, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes.
"Am I going to be getting a ticket, Officer?" She teased, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
He kissed the side of her neck, nuzzled her even. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait."
"Next time," she laughed, moving her shoulders against the uncomfortable seat of his squad car "Let's do this my car."
Want more? Go ahead and download my debut novel Contractual Attraction, (links can be found in the top right column of this blog) for FREE! (except Amazon which won't allow you to price below $2.99 but Smashwords has downloads available in ALL formats, including one for Kindle) I promise you won't be disappointed!
And tune in next week as I post the first in a series of blogs giving an in-depth look at my new ebook series; The Savannah Slashers! All three books are now available for preorder!(Links for those are also located at the top right of the blog!)
Happy reading!
-April
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