The Cop (The Working Men Series Book 8) Page 7

  He laughed and gave me a spank that brought a plea for mercy flying from my mouth.

  “Ask me nicely,” he said.

  “I won’t!” I glared at him again. “You can’t make me – oh, oh, yes, right there.”

  His hand had dipped between my legs again and he was rubbing firm circles against my clit. I rocked against him, gasping and moaning, my head down and my hair hanging in my face as my orgasm grew closer and closer.

  “Oh, oh, yes, oh, honey, that’s so good, that’s so… no! Goddammit, no!!”

  Wyatt’s hand was back resting on my ass. He gave me a sweet smile and if my hands had been free, I would have done my best to punch that sweet smile right off of his face.

  “Don’t stop!” I begged.

  “You know what I want from you, Magnolia.”

  I gritted my teeth, my pussy dripping and aching with the need to cum, as my inner self warred between asking for my ass to be spanked or giving up on the idea of finding relief for my aching pussy. When Wyatt’s fingers traced my pussy lips, my need to cum won the war raging inside of me.

  “Please finish spanking me, sir,” I said.

  “That’s my girl.” Wyatt smoothed his hand over my burning ass. “If you’re very good and hold still for the rest of your spanking, I’ll give you an orgasm before I fuck you. Would you like that, baby?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned.

  His hand came down on my ass with a loud crack, the burning pain making me squeeze my ass cheeks together and drum my feet against the floor. I dropped my head, trying to breathe through the pain of the next seven slaps. He was mercifully quick, no hesitating or making me wonder when the next spank would be.

  When he finished, the silence in the kitchen was broken only by my labored breathing.

  “You did so well, baby,” he said. “Time for your reward.”

  His hand slipped between my legs again and I cried out with pleasure when he rubbed my clit. He circled it and when he gave it a quick, hard pinch, I screamed, and my orgasm burst over me in a glorious wave of indescribable pleasure.

  I’d never cum so hard in my entire life. My body shook wildly, lights exploding behind my tightly-closed eyelids as my orgasm went on and on and on. I was only vaguely aware of Wyatt releasing my hands, of his warm hands holding me against his legs as I moaned and shook and twitched on his lap.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered. “Oh my God.”

  “Stand up, baby.” He helped me into a standing position, my knees buckled, and he quickly pulled me into his lap until I was straddling him. My legs hung over his, my toes just brushing the floor. I let my head fall to his chest with a clunk, feeling a little lightheaded and weak.

  “All right?” His big warm hands rubbed my back, brushed my hair out of my face, massaged the back of my neck.

  “That was amazing,” I whispered.

  “Good,” he said.

  He reached between us, one arm wrapping around my waist to lift me a little. I felt the head of his cock probe against my pussy and then it was sliding into me, hard and thick and perfect.

  “Oh,” I moaned, pressing my face into his chest. “Oh, that’s nice.”

  He gathered my hair into a low ponytail and tugged lightly until I lifted my head.

  “Sit up, baby.”

  I struggled to straighten, I was still weak and a bit twitchy, and I stared at him as he put his arm around my waist.

  “Okay?” He asked.

  “Yes, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

  “Good.”

  He didn’t move, and I braced my hands on his shoulders and made a tiny experimental bounce. He moaned loudly, that mask of control slipping from his face, and I realized for the first time just how turned on he was as well.

  “Baby,” he whispered, “just give me a minute, okay? You’re tight and wet and I just need a minute to -”

  “No,” I said. “I want you to fuck me, Wyatt.” I bounced on his cock again, giving him a delighted look when he shuddered and his arm tightened around my waist. “You want to fuck me, so do it.”

  “Christ,” he muttered before his hips started pumping and his cock was sliding in and out of me in a delicious rhythm that tore another crow of delight from my throat.

  He fucked me hard and steady, his hips thrusting up and down, the chair creaking underneath us as I held onto his broad shoulders and let him take what he wanted.

  “Kiss me,” he rasped.

  I kissed him hard, angling my mouth over his and opening for his tongue. I could taste myself on him, and I moaned happily, licking and sucking at his tongue as he moved faster beneath me.

  He pulled his mouth from mine and I gasped in a lungful of oxygen as he threw his arm around my waist. He made a low roar of pleasure and thrust so hard, I would have been thrown from his lap if he hadn’t held me so tight.

  His body shook, the veins in his neck standing out as he made another low groan and two more hard, choppy thrusts before collapsing on the chair. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as he slowly rubbed my back.

  His cock was softening inside of me, but he made no attempt to move as he came down from the high of his orgasm. I rubbed my hand across his ribs before kissing his chest.

  “Hey, Wyatt?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “My ass is killing me.”

  He laughed, the sound rumbling out of his chest and warming me to my toes. He kissed my forehead and squeezed the back of my neck. “C’mon. Let’s get an icepack for your sore ass.”

  Chapter Six

  Wyatt

  “This is really good. Thank you.” I stuffed the last of my omelet into my mouth as Maggie grinned.

  “It’s only an omelet, not beef wellington, Wyatt.”

  I laughed and finished off my water. “Yeah, but it’s the best damn omelet I’ve ever eaten.”

  “I doubt that.” Maggie loaded the dishwasher and I studied her ass. The yoga pants hid how red her delightful ass cheeks were, but both me and my dick remembered what they looked like.

  I adjusted the front of my jeans as Maggie put the pan in the sink to soak before returning to the table. She sat down and winced before reaching under her and rubbing at her ass. “I think I need another ice pack.”

  I smiled and she crinkled her nose at me. “You’re enjoying my pain, aren’t you?”

  “No, but I do enjoy that your ass is covered in my handprints.”

  I thought that would get me a laugh, but instead she said, “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “I said we couldn’t do this anymore and then I basically begged you to eat my pussy.”

  “I didn’t mind.”

  “I’m giving you mixed messages and that’s a dick thing to do.”

  “Look, there’s an attraction between us – one that’s hard to ignore. I get it, I promise you.”

  “So,” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “now what?”

  I leaned forward and took her hand. “Now, we go to your bedroom and I give you another orgasm”

  Her cheeks flushed and she bit at her bottom lip. “I’m leaving. Remember?”

  My guts clenched and I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t. That she was mine now and there was no way in hell I was ever letting her go. Instead, I forced a smile and said, “I remember. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun while you’re here. Right?”

  “I guess not,” she said slowly.

  Now my stomach was churning, and I released her hand. “If you’re not into that, then obviously I’m not going to pressure you -”

  “No! No, I’m into it. I just – I want to make sure we’re both clear on what this is.”

  “We are,” I said. “You’re leaving as soon as you’ve made an undisclosed sum of money. But until you do leave, we can enjoy each other’s company and I can make amends for hurting you that first night.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Wyatt? You’ve got to get over that. Half an hour ago, you s
panked me so hard, your handprints are probably permanently etched into my ass cheeks. But you feel bad about a little hymen tearing?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “You asked for the spanking, you didn’t ask for the abrupt hymen tearing.”

  “I didn’t ask for the spanking!” She gave me a look of outrage.

  “Oh, please, sir. Please finish my spanking, sir.” I pitched my voice into a falsetto and her outrage deepened.

  “I do not sound like that, Wyatt Reynolds! Besides, what else was I supposed to do or say? I was on the verge of the best orgasm of my life.”

  “You’re welcome.” I gave her a smug little grin.

  “Your arrogance is not the least bit attractive,” she said.

  “Lying will get you a spanking, Magnolia.” I deliberately deepened my voice and gave her the look that I knew would make her squirm.

  It didn’t fail me. She cleared her throat and shifted on her chair before saying, “Do you spank every woman you sleep with?”

  “No, not every woman. Some of them aren’t into it.”

  “Are you – have you always been like this in bed?”

  “Yes. I’ve always liked control, in and out of bed, and spanking a woman is just one way of maintaining that control, I suppose.”

  She gave me a shy look that I found utterly intoxicating. “I–I liked the spanking a lot.”

  “I know.”

  “Arrogant jerk,” she muttered under her breath.

  I laughed. “No, just honest.” I stood and walked over to the counter, wiping the spots clean that Maggie had missed when she was tidying, before scrubbing the pot and putting it in its spot in the cupboard. I opened the dishwasher and rearranged the dishes. When I was finished, I turned to see Maggie grinning at me.

  “What?”

  “You know we are exact opposites, right?”

  “Are we?”

  “Um, yeah. I have poor impulse control and I don’t always think before I act. I was literally raised by hippies.”

  “So?” I said.

  She cocked her head at me. “Have you ever done anything illegal?”

  “No. But that doesn’t mean we’re completely different.”

  “You like order and control. You admitted that yourself. I mean, you just rearranged the dishes in the dishwasher, for God’s sake. You’ve lived your entire life in this town, haven’t you?”

  I sat down beside her. “Yes. Why?”

  She smiled a bit wistfully. “The longest I’ve ever lived in one place was four years, and that’s because I was doing my bachelor’s degree and had to stay.”

  “You have your bachelor’s degree?”

  An ‘I’ve said too much’ look crossed her face. “Uh, yeah. Anyway, my point is, even if I wasn’t leaving, we’d never last.”

  “You can’t possibly know that.”

  “I do,” she said with a heavy sigh.

  That sigh made me wonder if there was a part of her that wanted more with me, and I had to stop from giving myself a fist bump of victory. Maybe I could convince Maggie to stick around a little longer.

  “You don’t,” I said. “Opposites attract, remember?”

  “So, what, you’re gonna go around behind me straightening up and rearranging the dishes in the dishwasher for the rest of our lives?”

  I shrugged and gave her a small grin. “I did it for the entire time I lived with Mia at Nana’s.”

  She giggled. “Man, if my parents could see me dating a cop, they’d never believe it.” Her eyes widened as she realized what she said. “Not that we’re dating. Because obviously we’re not… I mean, I don’t think we’re dating or anything or… oh shit, Maggie, stop talking.”

  I laughed and said, “Relax, Maggie. I knew what you meant. But, hey, if I ever do happen to meet your parents, I promise to try and be more hippie-like, so they’re not completely freaked out.”

  The look of sadness on her face made me curse under my breath. I knew that look, had seen it staring back at me in the mirror too many mornings to count. I took her hand and kissed the knuckles before giving her a gentle look. “When did they die?”

  She pressed her lips together and studied the table. “My first year of university. Car accident. They were coming to visit me for the weekend.” Her voice turned dull. “We were supposed to go for dinner that night. Instead, I went to the morgue and identified their bodies.”

  “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry.” I moved my chair closer and pulled her from her chair and into my lap. She winced a little but settled on my thighs, her lower lip trembling.

  “Thanks,” she whispered before resting her head on my shoulder. “I know it isn’t my fault, but there’s a part of me that won’t shut up about how they’d still be alive if I hadn’t been such a baby and asked them to come see. I just – I really missed them, you know? I wanted to see them, but if I had been stronger, they wouldn’t have -”

  “No.” I kissed the top of her forehead and gave her a gentle shake. “No, that isn’t true. Your guilt and your grief are lying to you, baby. Their car accident was no more your fault than my parents’ car accident was mine.”

  She sat up, her soft hand cupping my face. “Oh my God. Your parents died in a car accident too? That’s why you were raised by your nana?”

  I nodded and sorrow crossed her face. “I’m so sorry, Wyatt. How old were you?”

  “I was four.”

  “Oh my God. I’m very sorry. Here I am complaining about my parents and you didn’t, I mean, you never really had the chance to…”

  She rested her forehead against mine. “I’m sorry for your loss, honey.”

  “Me too,” I said. “I have a few memories of them, they’re more like hazy dreams than memories, but Nana made sure to tell me lots of stories about them when I was growing up, and she has pictures of Mom and Dad all over the house.”

  “That’s good,” she said. “I really like your nana.”

  “Everyone does,” I said. “She’s wonderful.”

  “She really is,” Maggie said. She raised her head and studied my face before stroking her fingers along my jawline. “She raised an amazing guy.”

  I cupped the back of her head, her delicate skull resting in my palm, and pressed a kiss against her mouth. She moaned, her lips parting and her soft tongue touching mine when I slipped it into her mouth.

  I cupped one breast in my hand, teasing her nipple as I deepened the kiss. She moved closer, her tiny hands running across my shoulders and down my bare chest. When her fingers grazed one flat nipple, I groaned and broke the kiss.

  “Bedroom, now,” I said hoarsely.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied.

  Shit. Magnolia Blossom was going to be the death of me.

  * * *

  “Baby,” I moaned, “touch my dick. Please.”

  We were in Maggie’s small bed, both of us naked, the room lit by the small lamp on the nightstand. It had started to snow again while we were eating our omelets, and the only sounds in the room were Maggie’s soft moans and the hard pellets of snow hitting the window with a regular and rhythmic tap-tap-tap.

  We’d been making out for almost ten minutes. Although Maggie’s soft hands had roamed across my body while I’d teased and tormented her sweet tits until her nipples were rock-hard and a delightful shade of dark pink, she hadn’t gone near my cock.

  “I would, but I really want to have sex.” Her voice was breathless in my ear.

  I gave her swollen clit a soft pinch. “So do I. But I also want your hands and your mouth on my dick. We can do both.”

  She sat up and gave me a weirdly suspicious look. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  She stared at my dick, her hand resting on my lower abdomen. Christ, her hand was so damn close, and I could almost see how it would look with her fingers wrapped around my shaft.

  She took a deep breath and slowly slid her fingers around my width. My cock twitched and she jerked her hand away like she’d been burned. “Shit!�
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  “What’s wrong?” I said.

  “Nothing.” She gave me a giant-sized false smile. “Okay, here we go!”

  I groaned when she put her tiny hand around me and made a few rapid jacking off motions. I was so hot for her that it was almost sexy, despite the way she rubbed my dick like it was a poisonous snake that was going to bite her.

  I glanced at her face. She was leaning back, her head half-turned away and her eyes squinted almost closed as she watched her hand move up and down my dick. The look on her face would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so worried that she was suddenly afraid of my dick.

  I reached down and put my hand over hers, peeling it off my cock and then linking our fingers together. “Magnolia, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she said.

  Her face was still all squinched up and I said, “Then why do you look like you ate something rotten?”

  She bit her lip. ‘Oh my God, I am totally ruining the moment, aren’t I?”

  “Just tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

  She hugged her knees to her chest with one arm and gave me an embarrassed look. “I’ve only touched one penis before yours.”

  “All right,” I said. “No big deal.”

  She rested her chin on her knees. “His name was Reggie. I met him in university, and I was going to have sex with him.”

  Jealousy niggled in my stomach over a man that she’d obviously never had sex with. Yeah, I was a total fool for her.

  “We made out for a while and I – he wasn’t very experienced either. You know? Like, when he touched my, um, clit, he was way too tentative, and it didn’t really do anything for me. Anyway, I decided that I’d touch him for a while.”

  She gripped her knees a little tighter. “Only, I gave his dick a couple of, um, strokes, and the damn thing just… like, it just exploded – I mean, it was a cum fountain, Wyatt. It was everywhere and I had made the mistake of leaning over him, so it went in my face and in my mouth and, oh my God, it tasted so bad.”

  The story was fucking hilarious, but I fought against my urge to laugh as Maggie said, “I didn’t throw up, but I couldn’t stop retching and I was, like, half-blind because it got in my eyes. Reggie’s dick had basically deflated after he came, and all I kept thinking was – well, that’s not gonna work now and what the hell did he eat to make his cum taste that bad?”