Officer in Pursuit (37 page)

“You have more than one?”

“I have two.”

“What are they?”

He held up a finger. “One: finally use
my handcuffs on you. Two: convince you to move in with me so I can
use them on you at every possible opportunity.”

Her heart fluttered with surprise, and
her stomach with the faintest touch of nerves … and arousal. She
hadn’t forgotten about her handcuff fantasies – far from it – but
sex had been a little awkward for a couple months. Not that that
had stopped them from doing it, but Grey had had to accommodate her
broken ribs, and he’d treated her like she was made of glass. Two
months past her injury, she was healed and more than ready for him
to take off the kid gloves.

“I have twelve months to achieve both
those goals,” he said, “and I’ll use any means of persuasion
necessary to do it. Consider yourself warned.”

“You don’t have to wait twelve months
– you can check off one of your resolutions right now.”

The look on his face – wide eyes and
slightly open mouth – was priceless. He dropped the
shirt.

Before she knew it, he was at the edge
of the bed, standing between her thighs and leaning in, wrapping
his arms around her and lifting her up.

He pulled her against his body and
breathed a sigh, pressing his hips against her, showing her that he
was already hard. It was by far the tightest embrace he’d given her
in months and it felt so good that her panties got damp just from
the heat of his body and the promising pressure of his erection
against her belly.

She started to say something, but it
turned into a moan as he rocked his hips, rubbing his thick shaft
against her. Her pussy tightened as a jolt of pleasure electrified
her from the inside out. She was dying to do this without any
reservations, no holds barred. She wanted everything he had to
give.

When he lowered her down onto the bed,
he put more of his weight on her than he had in ages, gathering her
up between his arms and rocking his hips again, creating friction
that made the room feel ten degrees hotter.

There was still the party to get ready
for, but nobody would mind if they were a little late. At least,
Kerry hoped not, because no part of her was capable of waiting
until later, of peeling her arms from around Grey’s neck as he
kissed the side of hers, his lips hot and his teeth
scraping.

She was glad she wasn’t wearing pants
and wished he wasn’t, either.

Eventually she got her wish: he
stripped, kicking off his jeans and peeling away his underwear,
revealing every last inch of the perfect body that never failed to
take her breath away. She took advantage of the opportunity to
remove her own clothing too, tossing her shirt, bra and panties
onto the floor.

She never got tired of looking at him,
couldn’t imagine it getting old. His body was as amazing as the
rest of him, and the sight of him naked made her fingertips tingle
with the urge to touch.

It was a thrill to lay one hand on his
hip and wrap the other around his shaft, curling her fingers
tightly around his cock, always so thick and hot to the
touch.

“Not so fast,” he said, catching her
by the wrist and stilling her hand before she could drag it up and
down his length.

She could feel how hard he was, could
see his balls drawn up close to his body. He was obviously as horny
as she was, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he turned and
reached for his dresser with the other hand.

He kept his duty belt and a variety of
work supplies up there, including a spare pair of silver cuffs that
had been resting there for a while, filling her mind with
fantasies.

Fantasies like the one she
was currently living out. He secured one cuff around her wrist
while her hand was still wrapped around his dick. The soft
click
of metal latching
into place made her heart skip a beat.

It skipped another when he closed the
other cuff around her opposite hand, binding her. Her breathing got
faster too, and her gaze was drawn away from Grey’s hard-on and to
his eyes.

He was looking at her like he hadn’t
seen her in forever, like she was something he’d have to study for
an eternity to take in every detail of, to remember. The weight of
his gaze made her feel hotter, made everything inside her draw up
tight.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve
thought about this,” he said, his fingers sliding along the metal
encircling her wrists. “It was such a temptation, having them lying
ready so close to the bed. It used to keep me up at night. Keep me
hard.”

Heat flared inside her and she could
feel it in her cheeks, surely turning them pink. “Actually, I think
I have a pretty good idea.”

She’d thought about it too,
quite a few times. She couldn’t look at him in uniform
without
thinking about
it, and she saw him in uniform plenty now.

Now though, it was just him and her
and the cuffs he’d finally put on her wrists. She still had her
hand on his shaft and instead of stroking him with it, she leaned
in and pressed her lips against the head of his dick.

He moaned when she opened her mouth
and took him in, like he always did. She loved that sound, loved
feeling his stiff flesh part her lips and crowd her mouth. She ran
her tongue down the underside of his shaft, tracing a thick
vein.

He buried a hand in her hair, making
her scalp prickle as his fingers combed through her locks and
curved against her skull. She liked feeling him there, liked the
goose bumps that popped up on her arms and the way her nipples got
hard and tight.

Grey was so amazing that giving him
pleasure was a serious thrill in and of itself. That, and making
him groan – making him so hard he said he could barely stand it –
made her feel alive. Powerful, in a way she’d never been before
she’d known him. He was the person she admired and loved more than
anyone else, and she could make him moan – she liked
that.

She also liked that he
could do the same to her. Easily. He proved it for what felt like
the thousandth time when he pulled back, freeing his cock from her
mouth with a wet
pop
.

His shaft was slick and shining,
reflecting light much like the cuffs on her wrists.

He had her on her back before she knew
it, her hips at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the
side of the mattress. They were spread wide and he was already
kneeling between her thighs, preventing her from closing
them.

Not that she wanted to. God, no – she
could feel his breath on her pussy and she wanted this.

She was familiar with the way he
pressed his tongue inside her, sucked her clit and generally drove
her crazy – this was one of the things he’d done often while her
ribs had healed, a way he’d given her pleasure without hurting her
knitting bones. The familiarity didn’t make it any less
thrilling.

If anything, memories of all the other
times wound her up so tightly that she was halfway ready to come by
the time he started on her clit, his tongue and lips applying
exquisite pressure. He was good and he knew it, knew just how to
press her buttons. She usually got off quick when he did this,
within minutes of his open mouth meeting her folds.

This time, he stopped before she
came.

She sighed in frustration, still
arching against the mattress, burning with the tension he’d stirred
up inside her.

“You’re not stopping, are you?” she
asked, even though he already had.

His wet lips curled in a half smile.
“Yeah, I am. You said you’re ready for anything.”

“Yeah, but I believe what you were
just doing falls under the umbrella of ‘anything’. I’m ready for
more.”

Normally, when she told him what she
wanted, he gave it to her. She’d been a little shy at first about
voicing her desires, but the rewards with him were so great that
she’d quickly gotten used to it.

This time, he stood, putting his body
on full display as she waited on her back in front of him, thighs
open as she ached to feel him between them again. “You’ll come, but
not like that. I’ve been wanting to try this for too long. I think
you’ll like it. No, I think you’ll love it. I’m going to be really
deep inside you, and I know you love that.”

Her pussy clenched so hard her mouth
watered. Though she still longed to feel his tongue and lips
against her clit, she’d be willing to settle for whatever he wanted
to try, as long as he hurried. She needed to feel him, either
against her or inside her, now.

He reached for the box of condoms on
top of the dresser and tore one off the strip. “If you don’t like
this – if it doesn’t get you off – I’ll eat your pussy until you
scream. But let’s give this a try first.”

Her pussy was so wet that the
bedspread was damp beneath her. If she’d been standing, she
would’ve been dripping. God, she wanted him and he knew it – knew
how to make her want him more.

She savored the sight of him rolling
the latex sleeve down over his cock, stretching it thin over his
wide shaft. As soon as he was done he grabbed a couple
pillows.

She’d only had a few seconds to
imagine what he might be planning, and she’d thought maybe he
wanted to take her from behind, or have her ride him. Instead he
lifted her up and placed her so that the pillows were under her
back. She was still at the edge of the bed, and now, he stood
between her thighs again.

He took them in his hands, gripped her
legs halfway between her knees and hips and raised her, so that all
of her weight was on her shoulders and her back, where the pillows
provided some extra support and raised her higher. High enough for
him to take his dick in hand and position the head against her wet
folds, nudging and teasing.

“Ready?” he asked. “It’s going to be
deep. It’s going to be hard. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Her knees were on his shoulders and
although he wasn’t inside her yet, she could feel that what he’d
said was true. Already, she was quivering. Exposed. Incredibly
turned-on. She wouldn’t say a word, no matter how deep or how hard,
wouldn’t want him to stop. She could feel it.

When he slid in, he proved everything
he’d just said. He went to the root on the first stroke and it
wasn’t just deep; it was all of his dick hitting that one perfect
place inside her, the one that made her arch and gasp and grab
fistfuls of the sheets.

Only, she couldn’t do that this time.
He’d made sure of it. With her wrists cuffed she couldn’t support
herself in any way and had to rely completely on him. She couldn’t
hold onto anything either, couldn’t dig her nails into anything at
all or let her knuckles go white.

So she screamed instead. She couldn’t
have helped it if she’d wanted to; he was going fast, hard, barely
giving her a chance to catch her breath. The blow of his hard cock
against her g-spot was so intense that she squeezed her eyes shut
and saw stars, an entire universe inside her head, created by her
pleasure.

The more noise she made, the harder he
fucked her. He was like that; he liked to give her pleasure like
she liked giving it to him. He liked when she came and unlike when
he’d been eating her pussy minutes ago, he didn’t tease this time,
didn’t make her wait. He simply fucked her, hard, until everything
built up and her pussy wrenched and tightened around his
dick.

Her climax was white-hot and intense;
she felt like she was drowning in it. Everything felt harder,
deeper, almost too good to bear. He kept holding her legs, kept
pounding into her as she arched against him, pushing back with her
thighs, knowing he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t stop.

When it was over, she was breathless.
Half because of the intensity of the orgasm he’d just given her,
and half because he was still going, relentless with his
intensity.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “it feels so
good…”

He finally slowed, drawing out each
stroke as he tipped back his head. “I love seeing you in my cuffs.
Do you like this?”

A frisson raced down her spine as he
thrust into her again, nice and slow. Did she like it? God, she
loved it. As if the screaming orgasm hadn’t been enough of a
clue.

“Yes.” Her voice came out breathy,
almost choked. It was easy to come like this, but not to
speak.

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you
like this again. Every night.”

She wanted to tell him that was fine
by her, that he should wear his uniform next time, but the words
got lost in her throat.

He moved exquisitely slowly, pressing
into her with a long, deliberate stroke, holding the pressure
against her g-spot as he met her eyes. “You’re still so wet. You
can come again, can’t you?”

There was a hint of a smile playing
around his mouth, and she knew he knew he could make her come
again, that he just wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Make
me.”

He did, without hesitation, thrusting
hard into her, just like before.