Officer in Pursuit (16 page)

“Trade me,” he said, and lowered her
down to where he’d been sitting.

“Why?”

He knelt in front of her and pushed
her knees apart, spreading her thighs. She was pink and wet beneath
a triangle of dark hair, so wet he could hardly believe it. With as
calm and controlled as she usually acted, he never would’ve guessed
she might feel this way behind the façade, that he might peel her
panties away to find her so ready for him.

“Because you’re up first, remember?”
He touched her pussy lips again, rubbing and getting his fingers
moist before he pushed one inside her – all the way to the knuckle,
this time.

She clenched up tight around him
before he even realized what was happening. So tight his finger
ached, and he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slowly, he pulled back
out and pushed back in, fucking her that way.

She didn’t say anything, just gripped
him tighter and tighter, pushing back against the couch with her
body.

After a while he stopped and leaned in
between her thighs, breathing in the sweet musky scent he’d first
detected when he’d peeled away her panties. His dick was pressed
against the edge of the couch cushion, and God help him, even that
had his nerve endings sparking. He was so hot for her that part of
him was terrified he might spontaneously combust, be reduced to ash
before he could live out his fantasy – one of the many fantasies he
had that revolved around her.

He pressed his open mouth against her
pussy and moaned, his head spinning with the perfect shock of her
heat and softness against his tongue, her taste. It was better than
he’d anticipated, a trinity that made his dick twitch as he ran his
tongue over her slit, then settled on her clit.

It was small and hard, and she made
noises when he touched it – breathy noises, like moans and gasps
and any number of things in between. When he sucked on it, her hips
bucked against his mouth, almost throwing him off.

He opened his eyes and saw that she
was gripping the edge of the couch cushion with both hands, her
knuckles white. Her eyes were still closed, and her head was tilted
back. He’d tried to imagine her like this before, in his fantasies,
but hadn’t done a very good job.

The reality of her being reduced to
this because of him was the ultimate power-trip, everything he’d
hoped for. He sucked her clit harder, worked it with his tongue,
until she was panting.

When her hips started bucking again –
rolling beneath the hands he’d placed firmly on her thighs – he
knew she was close. He could feel the tension not just in her
movements, but in her muscles. She was going to come against his
open mouth, any second now. The thought made him feel fever-hot,
too jacked-up by sheer desire for his own good.

He’d never been so hungry to give
someone pleasure, to see and feel and hear them get off because of
him. Sitting back with her thighs spread wide in front of him,
completely naked, she made him want her harder than he’d ever
wanted anyone or anything else.

She cried out when she came. It was a
sharp sound that faded into a long shudder, one he tried to prolong
by lashing her clit with his tongue, pressing his mouth hard
against her as her hips continued to roll, generating friction that
pushed him into a haze of pride and longing.

It took her a few seconds to open her
eyes, even after he stopped. When she did, she was utterly still,
frozen against the couch. Her dark eyes locked with his, and when
she blinked she shook her head too, pushing her hair out of her
face.

He ran a hand up her inner thigh,
massaging, stopping just short of touching her pussy
lips.

A frisson seemed to roll through her,
shaking her from her bare, slender shoulders to her toes, which
bumped against his arm.

“Why don’t you trade me?” she
asked.

He kept rubbing, marveling at how
relaxed her muscles felt now as opposed to when they’d been rigid
with tension, just before she’d climaxed. “I don’t think so. Not
yet.”

“No?” Her eyes widened, then narrowed,
like she was trying to figure him out.

“I’m going to do what I just did to
you again.”

“You don’t have to. Let
me—”

“I want to. I’m dying to. If you want
me to do anything different this time, now’s your chance to say
something.”

Yeah, he was dying to come, but
feeling her lose it like that had been amazing – too amazing to
experience just once. As badly as he was aching, he knew it’d feel
that much better when he came if he gave her all the pleasure he
could first.

She didn’t protest, just stared at him
looking stunned, her lips cracked.

“Don’t do anything different,” she
finally said. “Do it like you just did. Again.”

He rose up onto his knees and reached
for her, taking her face in his hands and pressing his mouth
against hers.

She yielded to him immediately,
letting her lips press soft and open against his. She tasted a
little different – a little sweeter – to him now that he had the
flavor of her pussy on his tongue, altering his perception of
everything for the better.

They kissed for a small eternity,
their tongues sliding deeper and deeper into each other’s mouths,
until Grey pulled away.

He was breathing hard and his heart
was beating brutally against his ribs. Her touch was a powerful
stimulant, her kisses like some sort of amphetamine. He felt
invincible, unable to hold still. Pulling away, he lowered himself
between her thighs again, this time pulling her legs up onto his
shoulders.

She hooked her feet behind his back,
latching her legs around him, raising her pussy against his
watering mouth. He started with a few bold strokes against her
lips, parting them and delving inside her, as far as he could. Then
he returned to her clit, starting with gentle strokes and building
up until he was licking and sucking again, counting her every
heaving breath, greedy to hear more.

For about ten minutes he ravaged her
that way, reveling in the way she kept her feet hooked, kept
holding onto him, like she couldn’t stand the thought of him
stopping.

He couldn’t stand the idea either. He
might not be able to fuck her like he wanted tonight, but having
his face buried in her wet pussy was a close second. She tasted so
good, smelled so good, felt so good against his lips and jaw … he
knew this’d be burnt permanently into his memory, a slice of heaven
he’d take to the grave.

When she came, she cried out more
loudly than she had the first time. She writhed too, finally losing
her hold on him, her feet unhooking to dangle in the
air.

He gripped her thighs, holding them up
as he finished her, drew every last gasping breath out of her that
he could.

When he raised his head and lowered
her back onto the couch, she was limp. Her eyes were bright though
and her cheeks were flushed, her lips still swollen from when
they’d kissed. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, nipples
still hard.

He’d never seen anyone look so
fuckable, had never wanted to fuck anyone so bad. It was easy to
imagine pulling her on top of him and shoving his dick up and into
her hot, wet pussy – he’d glide in, even as he stretched her, like
he was meant to be there.

But for now, it could only be a
fantasy. He wouldn’t do that to her – wouldn’t give in, no matter
how crazy the temptation was. Instead, he settled on the couch
beside her.

Sometime during what he’d done to her,
his jeans and boxer briefs had slid well past his hips, almost
halfway down his thighs. Kerry was staring at him – at his cock,
still so hard, so aching.

“I wish you’d take your shirt off,”
she said. “I love looking at you without it when we’re at the
beach.”

He peeled off his t-shirt and tossed
it aside, let it land somewhere on the floor, behind the
couch.

She pressed her hands against his
chest, then climbed halfway into his lap again as she ran them all
over him, from his shoulders to his hips.

His dick throbbed, and a second later,
she wrapped a hand around it.

He groaned, unable to help it. After
what he’d just done, he wanted her – any way he could get her –
more than ever. He couldn’t help thrusting his hips, sending the
head of his cock spearing through her curled fingers.

Her hands were small and his shaft was
thick. Wrapped so tightly around his dick, her fingers looked
delicate, near-white and feminine. She added a second hand and
gripped him tight, began to stroke.

He watched until he couldn’t stand it
anymore, until the mounting pressure was so overwhelming he had to
tip his head back and close his eyes.

When he was within seconds of coming,
she leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear. “Do you
want me to use my mouth? Like you did for me…”

He groaned again as visions of her
lips sealed tight around his shaft hit him, so vivid it almost
seemed real. He wanted it – bad – but she was touching him in a way
that made it impossible for him to hold back.

The friction of her palms and fingers
against his shaft was more than he could stand any longer, more
than he could resist.

“No,” he said, “don’t
stop.”

The last thing he wanted was for his
orgasm to be shot dead in the water. Not when he was just starting
to come, when all the heat and pressure that’d built up inside him
was crashing down on him like a breaker, leaving him blind and
breathless.

Fierce pleasure hit him hard, making
him tense up and groan. He felt come running hot over the head of
his dick and her hands, and heard her make a soft sound, like she
was surprised.

He didn’t know why she would be. She
had to know by now how crazy she drove him, how badly he’d wanted
this.

He kept coming, his thoughts crumbling
as she stroked him with both hands, hard and fast. He came for what
felt like forever and no time flat at the same time, and when it
was over, he was left reeling.

As he came back down to earth, he
became aware of Kerry beside him – on him, really – her lips
against his jaw, her breath rushing against his skin. All he could
think was that after what they’d just done, everything between them
was irrevocably changed.

Finally.

CHAPTER 13

Kerry was well aware that Alicia
planned events – especially weddings – for a living. Still, she was
awe-struck by the beauty of the ceremony Alicia had engineered for
herself and Liam. Wisteria was always striking, and today, it was
absolutely breathtaking.

The wedding colors were white and
gold, with touches of blue here and there. The ceremony was an
outdoor one, and everything on the large lawn to the left of the
house was a wonderland of white tulle and twinkling lights,
enhanced by the faintly brooding October sky.

There was a small chance of rain, but
Alicia had shrugged that off. “We’ve been through a lot worse than
a little rain,” she’d said to Kerry, Sasha and Pamela, her cousin,
that morning. “I don’t care what happens, so long as we’re married
by noon.”

It was eleven, and the ceremony was
starting now. Kerry stood toward the back of the lawn, behind the
one hundred white folding chairs that had been arranged in rows on
the grass. She was queued with Grey, ready to walk down the aisle
with him – an aisle with high arches of white tulle every few feet,
glowing with lights tucked into the translucent fabric.

With ancient trees in the background,
swathed with Spanish moss, the scene was like something out of a
fairy tale.

There was no music, just the sound of
a light breeze rustling through leaves and moss as Alicia’s mother
walked down the aisle, beginning the ceremony, just as they’d
practiced the night before. After she took her seat, Sasha and
Henry went together, and then it was Kerry and Grey’s
turn.

Kerry drew a deep, silent breath and
tried to maintain an appropriately delicate grip on his arm as they
took their first steps together. For months – ever since Alicia had
asked her to be in the wedding party – she’d feared that her walk
down the aisle would remind her of her own wedding, so many years
ago.

It didn’t. As the realization dawned
on her, she felt suddenly and gloriously free. This wedding was so
unlike her own that she couldn’t identify many similarities. The
biggest difference was that she was happy – truly happy. She
couldn’t help but smile as she and Grey made their way to their
designated spots near the lighted, beflowered arch the ceremony
would take place under.

She was in a daze as the rest of the
wedding party entered, dazzled by all the lights and flowers, the
sheer magic of the small, bright world Alicia had created. Her
attention shifted when Alicia herself appeared, escorted by her
father, the last to walk down the aisle.

She looked beyond beautiful – perfect,
like she belonged in the center of the breathtaking scene she’d
arranged. Even though Kerry had helped her get ready that morning,
she was struck fresh by her beauty.