Love, Lex (5 page)

I studied his uniform. No pins or ribbons decorating him
with accomplishment. He was as he said, new to the force. Wrinkled with deep
squares as if it had come out of the wrapper, his uniform probably hadn’t even
been washed yet, let alone ironed.

Whoever had ordered his uniform should’ve put in for a
bigger size. It appeared almost uncomfortable. I wanted to rip it off him. He
was gonna get his Hulk on any second now.

I don’t know if was the sun, or the fact that he was the
hottest cop I’d ever seen, but for a second as he talked, I couldn’t hear him.
It was as if someone had stuffed cotton in my ears. My mind was in another
place. I sat back on my bike, letting Vamp’s engine hum between my legs.
Nipples hard, the little hairs on the back of my neck saluted.

For a few seconds I fantasized…

Officer Gotti pressed his hard body up against me as I
unbuttoned his shirt and ran my fingers over his defined chest.“Lex,” he said
to me in a flirtatious voice. “You are one sexy woman.”

“I know.” I replied more confidently than I am in real
life because this was my hot-cop daydream. Hello! In my head I’m a drop dead
gorgeous diva with the hips of Shakira and the face of Charlize Theron.
Besides, regardless of what a woman looks like, if she’s confident in what she
has to offer, she’s attractive. At least that’s what Mrs. Pringle, my gym
teacher, used to say at Avon Porter.

My right leg came up, sitting sidesaddle on the bike in a
Roberto Cavalli leather mini-skirt. I’d had a wardrobe change, fresh
application of lip gloss and a spritz of my Diorama perfume too.

He stood in front of me. My knees touched.

“Spread ‘em.” Officer Gotti demanded.

Sweet and innocent, I bit down on my pointer finger and
shook my head. “I don’t know what I did wrong to be pulled over.”

Inside I hungered for him to violate me. Take my Lady V.

“Do as you’re told.”

“And if I don’t, Officer?”

“I’ll be forced to restrain you.”

“Restrain away. I’m not spreading.” Glancing down at the
bulge swelling in his pants, he seemed turned on by me not giving in so
easily.”

Before I knew it, the handcuffs came out. His strapping
arms came wide, and he hugged me. Reaching for my hands, Ford cuffed my wrists
behind my back.

Clink! Clink! They pinched my skin. He had me under lock
and key now.

There I sat on Vamp, facing him. Merciless! I friggin’
loved it.

“You know damn well what you did and why I had to pull
you over. Now you must pay for your crime.” Officer Gotti grabbed my knees and
exposed my panties. His erection rubbed against my thighs, sending a pulsing
urge to jump on top of him. But I didn’t. I played cool as if I’d done this a
million times before.

His huge, square hands framed my face as he kissed me.
His touch was rough and callous. But he was trying to be easy on me. I could
take it. A thick, wet tongue danced in and out of my mouth as he unbuttoned my
blouse.

Caressing my breasts, he kissed my neck and complimented
me. 

Floating into the summer’s white fluffy clouds, I wanted
to hold onto his python arms and balance myself. Simply euphoric, that’s how
I’d describe this feeling. With my hands cuffed behind my back, it caused my
nipples to distend. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

Neither could he.

“Miss Easton, you know what happens to erect nipples,
don’tcha?”

“You put tape over ‘em?” I said coyly.

“Never!”

“Then what?” I asked, as he tugged on one.

“I tease. I play. I—” He pinched my nipple.

My spine straightened.

In a unique way Ford exerted control while remaining
gentle all the same.

So aroused, I was flying high on the FDR.

“I torture them until you so much as cannot stand even
the slightest drag of my tongue over your hot flesh. You’ll whimper for me to
stop.”

“Never!” I teased right back. 

“I wanna hear you beg.”

“What else do you do to them Officer?”

“They get eaten.” In a flash, he dropped his head to my
left breast and licked. “Birthday girl, you taste—” Nipping at my sensitive
flesh, his teeth grazed over them sending arousing chills all through my body.
Then gently he clamped down, giving a slight tug.

Ohhh my gummy bears. 

He released and said, “Your nipple tastes like sugar.”

“That feels…good. Don’t stop. Please, Officer. I’m
begging just as you wanted. Go on. Keep licking my sugar.”

“Very good birthday, girl.”

“I can follow directions well.”

“I’m going to make you come over and over.” He suckled my
right breast while caressing the left with one hand and tugging at my panties
with another. Pulling on the elastic trim, he let it snap. “I’m gonna tear
those panties off you in a few seconds.”

A part of me was on the edge almost wanting to drive Vamp
off into the far distance. I’d say that was my good-girl side struggling not to
give in to temptation.

“Yes. Yes. Tear my panties off!”

Yet another part of me, maybe the real person who I’d
always wanted to become, gave in to him with reckless abandon. I, Lex Easton,
soon to be an adult, felt as if I was water in his hands. He controlled my
temperature. I was hot about to boil over.

“Get ready.” Humming to himself, his attention returned
to my breasts. He swirled his tongue over one, then flicked, tugged, and sucked
the other.

“Ford, you’re…amazing.” Exhilaration ran from my scalp to
my toes. Slow and deliberate, his touch on my breasts created a synergistic
energy. A dense heat surrounded us. My peripheral vision blurred. I was getting
drunk on this erotic exchange.

Insides blazing, the Victoria Secret’s I’d put on earlier
that day were soaked, more than I’d ever thought possible. If Ford kept this
up, I’d come buckets right on the bench of my scooter.

He gazed at me. “Keep your eyes on me. Watch. Don’t close
them. Understand?” His mouth returned to my nipples.

“Ah-hmm.” I purred and did as instructed. I stared at
Ford. “I don’t know how much more nipple play I can take.” Let’s get real here,
a lick and a tug and I nearly flew to planet Mars. A ten-minute breast feast
and I had skyrocketed to another universe.

In my clique, Vive was the only one of us to have gone
all the way. She loved sex. And Vive went out of her way to get it. For her
graduation present, earlier this summer, her parents had sent her to India with
the assignment of touring a new Farnworth Firewater distributor. Little did her
folks know Vive had signed up for an intensive tantric workshop taught by a
young prince claiming to be the long-lost son to the Kingdom of Mysore.

When she’d returned, Vive had told Taddy and me, “Honey,
Tantra is not the act of gymnastic sex but the devotion of selflessly giving
yourself to pleasure another person. Prince Baji Rao spent nearly a whole day
nibbling on my titties. My hormones reacted in ways I didn’t know existed.  I
was reborn and transformed.”

She didn’t exactly tell us where or what she’d been
transformed into. Regardless, it sure felt as though this, right here, whatever
Officer Gotti was doing, came close to being what Vive had described with
Prince Baji Rao. His attention to my breasts was insane. If I didn’t know any
better, I would say Ford had the tantric touch.

“Lex, I must have you.” He unzipped my skirt from the
side and tore my panties off with one swift yank. They flew back onto the
highway, landing on a car’s windshield as it passed by.

The car cheered us on with a honk of their horn as they
shouted, “We love you, Lex Easton.”

Oh yes, in my daydream fantasy, I was going to give up
Lady V out in the open, for all the public to watch. The tabloids which had
torn me down my entire life could suck it! I was a beautiful creature who was
being adored by the hottest man I’d ever flippin’ met.

“I’ve never…”

“Had a guy go down on you?” he asked.

“No. But I want you to.”

“Beg for it, birthday girl.”

“Officer, make my wishes come true and bury your face
between my legs. Please. Right now. You must. It’s what I want.”

“Are you sure?” He asked as licking his lips, appearing
ready.

“Yes…please Officer, eat me as if I’m the only thing
you’ll have today.”

He did.

I squealed with how easily he got me wet.

“Birthday girl, the creamy center of your pussy is
winkin’ at me. It’s pink and—” He licked then said, “—hot. You’re burning up.
Allow me to blow on this.”

“Put my fire out!” I begged.

Ford kissed an inner-tender spot on my thigh.
Unexpectedly one long stroke of his tongue ran straight to my core then back to
my mid-thigh. He bit playfully at my flesh. His gorgeous face and those black eyes
looked up at me intently as he then blew a steady stream of pressured breath
from his tight lips onto my Lady V.

“Ohhh.” Stifling a scream I held my breath.

“Damn woman, you taste good.” He fingered my wetness.
Pulling some of my juice out, he sucked it off dramatically.

“Yes. That’s it.” I moaned watching him get off on
getting me off.

“Beg, baby. Beg for it.”

“Eat my pussy. Get every last drop till I’m dry.”

Hulk on a Harley scared the crapola out of me. I’d never
seen anyone love the taste of women like he did. Come to think of, it this was
my first time I’d ever had a guy go down on me. Like ever. So there was nothing
to compare it to…but seriously, he was off the charts.

His hands were smothered in my essence as he nestled his
face between my legs and bit gently on my clit.

My entire body trembled.

“That feel good, birthday girl?” Ford lapped his tongue
deep into the well of my cunt. His fingers followed his tongue, taking turns,
jetting in and out of my heat, firing me up.

“Ahhh-huh.” If my hands were free, I’d tug at his scalp.

“This pussy—” he grunted, fingers going in deeper “—is
going to surrender itself to me. It has the right to remain silent.” And like
that his mouth hunkered down on the hardness of my clit. “Love sucking this
cream outta you, birthday girl.”

Seat shaking, toes curling, Vamp and I were so close to
shooting off across the Hudson River. We’d for sure land somewhere in Astoria,
Queens.

“Come on my tongue.” He snarled from the side of his
mouth.

“Now?”I quivered.

“Damn Lex, now, yes. Come for me!”

In total ecstasy, my moans turned to screams. I couldn’t
hold it in any longer. He was the biggest, hottest dude I’d ever seen, and he
had strapped me to my bike and ate me out.

“Miss Easton!” I heard him say from somewhere other than
between my legs.

“Errr…”

“Miss Easton.” He tapped my shoulder.

“Huh?” I blinked, snapping out of my fantasy. “What?”

“You okay?”

“Oh.” It wasn’t real. My daydreams were always just that—a
dream.

“I was talking to you.” Officer Gotti glanced back at his
bike, then asked, “Did you hear me?”

“No. Sorry the heat’s getting to me on this bike.”

“Turn your engine off.”

I did as he suggested. “Why did you pull us over?”

“On my radio, there was an APB issued for a purple scooter
and limo leaving the scene of a crime.”

“Say what?”

“I patrol this highway. I’ve spoken to the detective who’s
looking for you. His team should be here shortly. I was asked to detain you for
a bit.”

“For what?”

“Can’t say. This it out of my jurisdiction. Won’t be long.”

His radio made a noise.

“Stay on the bike. I’ll be right back”

Just as he got to his Harley, two black and white sedans
pulled up. Their lights flashed.

Up above, a helicopter came out of nowhere. Dang, it was
The
Manhattanite Times
TV station.

One, two, three, four policeman huddled around Officer
Gotti. They talked about something which had happened in Soho. I couldn’t hear
much else with the chopper swarming over us.

Officer Gotti waved them away but they didn’t budge.

I looked up at the reporters with their cameras. WTF!

Taddy and Vive’s eyes widened as they mouthed to me through
the window, “What’s going on?” Ignoring the cop’s demand to stay in the car,
they got out.

Vive had her purse in one arm and her dog in the other.
Thank heavens her hands were occupied because she’d probably give the chopper
the finger.

A second cop approached. Officer Gotti stood behind him and
crossed his arms. “Miss Easton?”

I nodded.

“What’s your relation to a Birdie Easton residing at 245
Spring Street?”

My stomach dropped. “She’s my mom. Why?” I didn’t like the
sound of this.

“Over here.” Another cop stood at the limo, the trunk
opened. One by one, he pulled out my luggage onto the side of the road.

Officer Gotti stayed with me as the others went over. He
lowered his opaque shades and covered his eyes. I couldn’t get any read off
him. But he was staring at me suspiciously. Unable to tell what he was thinking
from his body language, the way he’d rubbed the back of his neck had told me he
couldn’t figure out what was going on either.

Vive marched up and asked loudly, “Excuse me, police person.
Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“My job lady. Now step back,” the cop shouted.

She didn’t. “Do you have any clue who I am? I have a right
to know why you’re searching my car!” When they ignored her, she pulled out her
cell phone from her purse. “I’m calling my father’s attorney.”