Officer off Limits (Line of Duty 3) - Page 20

Nice girls didn’t let men touch them intimately in a baseball stadium. But at the moment, she didn’t want to be a nice girl. She wanted Daniel to do very bad things to her, make her feel the things only he could. The realization freed her. Remembering his earlier reaction to her simple embrace filled her with power. Story wanted him so badly, her heart raced, goose bumps broke out along her skin. And she could have him. Now.

Turning, she saw that his eyes had narrowed on her face as if sensing her thoughts, his body perfectly attuned to hers. “Say the word, gorgeous.”

She swallowed any remaining fear. “How big is your backseat?”

“Big enough.”

Daniel took her hand and pulled her out of their row to ascend the concrete stairwell, his brisk stride forcing Story into a jog behind him. None of the people or vendors they passed registered in her mind, her sole focus being Daniel moving in front of her with sensual grace, layered with drum-tight tension. His muscular back shifted underneath his thin T-shirt with every movement, and she imagined her nails raking over all that strength down to his ass. Story squeezed Daniel’s hand tighter, nails digging into his palm, and he picked up the pace even more.

Finally, they pushed out of the stadium into the surrounding courtyard. She could see the parking lot in the distance and anticipation drummed through her, beating in her ears. Although the stands had mostly cleared of people, their lot remained full of police vehicles.

“Most of these guys are here to work security,” Daniel explained in a strained voice. “They won’t be leaving until the game officially ends.”

Story could only nod as he pulled her through the fence toward the car, scanning the parking lot for other people, of whom there were none. The darkened parking lot appeared completely deserted, the only sound their feet walking along the pavement. Daniel pulled the keys from his pocket, his movements uncharacteristically jerky. When they reached the car, which he’d parked in between two larger vans, Daniel pressed the button to unlock the doors and yanked the back one open.

Suddenly, he turned to her and stopped. “I shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing with you, sunshine. God, what are you even doing here with me?”

A flare of panic rose in her chest at the thought that he might back out. She needed him too badly to stop now. Wouldn’t survive it if he refused her. Bolstering her courage, Story moved forward until they stood flush against each other, then she reached between their bodies and unbuckled his belt, maintaining eye contact the entire time. His eyes slid shut and he whispered her name.

Story’s arousal increased with every shudder of his breath. He groaned when her fingers brushed against his swollen erection. After unhooking his belt, she worked on the button of his jeans, unzipping them to finally free his hard length. Hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, as he clearly tried to give her control of the situation. She sensed it stemmed from a need to assuage his guilt over his earlier behavior. And for what they were about to do.

Kissing his jaw, she let her hand venture down to encircle his unyielding length, squeezing gently. His head dropped back to rest on the car’s roof, air hissing through his teeth. He felt thick and smooth in her hand, growing and hardening even more with every stroke. Just imagining him thrusting inside her had Story squeezing her legs together in an attempt to alleviate the longing. A needy sound escaped her throat.

Daniel’s eyes snapped to hers, a knowledge there that stole her breath. “You need it right now, baby. Look at you. Just dying to be fucked.” Then he disappeared inside the dark car, holding his hand out for her to follow. Sliding her fingers against his, she followed him into the backseat. Before she could take a breath, Daniel slammed the door closed behind her and dragged her over his lap to straddle him.

The position made her jean skirt ride high on her thighs, but it still restricted her movements. She made a sound of frustration, desperate for her lower body to make contact with his. Then Daniel’s hands tugged the skirt over her hips and she slid down, her damp center pressing against his erection. Sensation speared through her, nearly making her orgasm on the spot.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she breathed, circling her hips over his.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are,” he growled, his hands pushing her knees wider. “Tell me it’s all for me. Tell me I’m the one who soaked your panties.”

“It’s for you.” Story gasped as he shifted to the side, digging a foil packet from his pocket, prodding her with his stiffness in the perfect spot. When Daniel sank back down into the seat, she watched as he ripped the packet and rolled the condom over his length in one easy movement, breath harshening as his hot gaze dipped between her thighs. His hands went to the hem of her tank top, tugging it over her head to drop on the seat beside them.

“Take off your bra and offer your breasts to me. Like I’ve been dreaming about.”

A thrill racing over her skin, Story unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Letting the material slide down her arms, she gloried in Daniel’s deep groan of approval. His hand edged across his stomach to grasp his erection at the base to stroke upward, eyes on her breasts as he did so.

“Touch them. Put those pretty pink nipples in my mouth.”

She slid her hands over her rib cage and cupped the soft mounds, lightly pinching her nipples before leaning forward toward Daniel. Before she could slide the puckered tip between his lips, his tongue licked out and sucked it into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he savored her. She felt the answering jolt between her legs, whimpering at the sight of him stroking himself while he suckled her.

His other hand slipped between their bodies to cup her. Story sobbed at the exquisite pressure, pressing herself into his palm. Curling his fingers around the edge of her panties, Daniel ripped the material free, removing the final barrier between them. Guiding her hips forward, he positioned himself against her opening and finally, she slid down onto his erection. Their simultaneous moans echoed through the car.

Tugging her face down to his, he spoke gruffly against her lips. “Do you feel that, gorgeous? I keep my cock hot and hard for you. Only you. Any time you want it, you just crawl right onto my lap and take what you need.”

“I need it now.” Unable to wait any longer, Story began to move, gripping the top of the seat and riding Daniel with quick, bucking movements of her hips. His hands gripped her ass, urging her to move faster until she was no longer conscious of anything but the building tension inside of her. Daniel alternated between licking her breasts and tracing hot, sucking kisses up and down her neck, driving her need for release higher, more desperate.

Then they heard voices. At least three men, laughing and joking outside the car. Underneath her, Daniel tensed, cursing. Story’s movements slowed, but didn’t stop completely. Oblivion within reach, she couldn’t stop now if she wanted to.

He gripped the hair at her nape, forcing her feverish eyes to meet his eyes. “I know you can’t stop, baby. I don’t want you to, either. You feel so goddamn perfect. But you need to be very quiet for me. If you need to scream, bite my shoulder instead. Just don’t make a sound.”

She bit her lip and nodded, increasing her pace once more. The voices traveled closer until Story realized they stood right outside the window, with their backs to Daniel’s car, waiting for their friend to unlock the van. Daniel’s car windows were tinted. Combined with the night’s darkness and lack of lighting in the parking lot, they wouldn’t be able to see them unless they peered directly into the window. Which they likely wouldn’t do. Unless she made a noise.

The illicitness of their situation registered along with her excitement. She’d wanted to be bad? Well, she’d certainly gotten her wish. Having sex in a public parking lot less than five feet away from three police officers definitely counted as shameless. Locking her gaze on Daniel, she watched his eyes widen at her expression, then darken with undisguised lust.

“You want to be a naughty girl?” he whispered. “You came to the right place.”

R

ising onto her knees, she turned and sat on his lap, facing the front windshield. Leaning back against his chest, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts before slowly sinking down on him once more, inch by inch. This time, she wasn’t allowed to moan her pleasure, and the restriction only ramped up the powerful ache. She hovered so close to release that it would only take a few upward thrusts of Daniel’s hips to make her come.

His fingertips skimmed over her collarbone and neck. He hesitated for a split second before his big hand covered her mouth, preventing any sound from escaping.

“Is this okay, baby?”

Story caught of glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, eyes dark and heavy with passion, Daniel’s hand over her lips. The erotic sight made her sex clench tightly around him. Closing her eyes, she nodded vigorously.

Testing the new position, her first writhing motion shot heat straight through her. Story’s head fell back and Daniel’s hand swallowed her whimper. He kissed her neck as his hips started to move with her, driving up into her body as the hand not covering her mouth played with her nipples. She could feel Daniel’s control deserting him just as her own slipped from her grasp and he began pounding into her, gripping her hips and sliding her up and down on his erection, bouncing her on his lap.

Outside their car, three doors slammed, an engine started, and the van pulled away.

Story screamed his name as the orgasm rippled through her, light exploding behind her eyes. Half of what she said was drowned out by Daniel’s own hoarse cries of release as he plunged into her one final time and let himself go.

Collapsing against him, she felt his arms circle her, holding her against his chest. Unable to speak, it took long minutes before she could breathe normally.

His mouth quirked up against her ear. “Holy shit.”

She laughed, feeling incredibly liberated. “I know. Kind of makes it worth wearing a Yankees hat for the day?”

“I’ll have it surgically attached to my head if we can do that once a week.”

Raising an eyebrow, she turned her head on his chest. “Only once a week?”

“The other six days will be spent trying new things, of course.”

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