PLAYED - A BRITISH BAD BOY ROMANCE (50 page)

My bare ass was pressed against him now, and I could
feel his dick throbbing steadily against me. He pressed it up against the small
of my back, rocking gently until I felt a warm bead of precum smear onto my
skin. I moaned, my ripe ass working against his balls as I squirmed
uncontrollably.

I willed myself to stay still as he forced my legs
apart with his knee, arching my back as his hands crept back up beneath my
loose t-shirt to grope and fondle my breasts. He slipped my nipples between his
fingers, toying with them mercilessly, drawing soft wails from between my lips
as he flicked over them with his thumbs.

Was I really doing this? His words echoed in my mind:

I’m not that
man anymore…

My mind was muddled by the dull ache still pulsing
through my pussy and the insane desire welling up from every part of my body.
Did I want this? Was I ready for it? Would it even be right? I was supposed to
be protecting the witness, not fucking his brains out—I was fairly certain that
last bit went against some unspoken witness protection rule.

A thought occurred to me just then, a silly one, but a
justification for my desire nonetheless: what would “
Candy
” do?

“I want you inside me,” I whispered at last. The words
tasted bittersweet as they left my lips, as though I’d given up the advantage
in exchange for fulfilling my most primal need.

Every nerve in my body was on a hair-trigger, and as
his hand swept in slow motion back down over my hip and around my ass toward my
inner thigh, I let out the loudest moan of my life.

“Shh… Your friends might be listening,” Nathan
whispered, his fingertips moving upward and over the molten swell of my sensitive
folds. I bit my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood as he released a
soft but sensual grunt, my hips bucking against his skilled fingertips.

“You have such a perfect pussy,” he told me. It made
my whole body quiver. “I’ve missed this…”

“Please, Nathan, fuck me before I change my mind” I
begged, struggling to keep my voice low. But he ignored my pleading, his hand
slipping up beneath my wetness and sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting
through my body, making the hair on my arms and nape stand on end.

I couldn’t take much more of this torture. As
delicious as it was, it had been too long since I’d had this man inside of me.
I was desperate for it, aching for it, my tight channel squeezing and throbbing
as I thought of what it might feel like to have Nathan Hale invade it just one
more time. I knew just how impossibly thick his dick was, and the way he was
holding me, I was sure he’d fuck me in half just the way I needed it.

And I wanted it
to happen. Oh, God, I wanted this so bad.

I tried to pull back from the wall, to spin myself
around and force myself on him, but Nathan held my hips firm and made it clear
I wasn’t moving. His forceful hands stole a whimper from my lungs.

“Fuck me, Nathan,” I begged him once again. “Just do
it. Please don’t make me wait…”

“No,” he answered, nibbling softly on my sensitive
earlobe. I moaned, trailing off into a desperate whine. “Not yet.”

“Let me suck your cock. Please,” I said, my voice
dripping with sex as his fingers explored me, rolling soft circles around my
delicate nub. I could feel a certain, familiar tension burgeoning between my
hips, the kind that pulled my belly flat from the inside and made me wiggle
against Nathan’s hard, hungry body. My toes curled into the carpet as he teased
and tantalized that spot, never providing quite enough friction for me to fully
release.

“You can’t handle it, can you, Sandra? You put on this
big act for the world, like you’re the one in control... I know what you need,”
he said, a finger slipping inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. “You need a
man who takes what he wants.”

I cried out as he began to fuck me with his finger. It
certainly wasn’t as thick as his massive cock was, but it was better than
nothing at all, and I reveled in the sensation of finally being filled. He was
playing my body like a musical instrument, his free hand sliding up and
wrapping a handful of my hair in his fist before pulling my head backward and
forcing my back to arch even further.

It was unbelievable. My legs flexed and my whole body
bowed against the wall as my arms collapsed, his fingertip curling against the
inner wall beneath my stomach. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way I’d never
experienced with any other man. Nathaniel Hale knew exactly how to give me what
I wanted, and I lost myself to the sensation as I squirmed in desperation.

“You think you’re so strong, but there are some things
in life you just can’t control. You can’t control me, Sandra. You can’t even
control yourself, can you?”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, clamping down around his
fingertip, trying against all odds to hold out. His thumb found its way beneath
my clitoris, rolling over it in time with the soft thrusts of his hand.

Now he was giving me more than I could handle, whereas
a moment before, he hadn’t been giving me enough. I could feel the tide of my
orgasm swelling, rushing in to envelop me as he pushed me farther and farther
out to sea.

“Come for me, Sandra,” he ordered, knowing full well
that really, I had no choice. “Just let go.”

The muscles in my thighs tensed as he drove me closer
and closer to the edge. This was happening. I was letting this man claim me in
a way only he could. My scalp sent pain shooting down my spine as he pulled my
hair back again, his finger working even more insistently inside me, pressing
up gently against my g-spot. Tension poured out from my core.

I couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the
pleasure rolling out between my thighs. My skin tingled and goose bumps flushed
across my body, along with an intolerable swell of heat and desire.

“Oh, God… Nathan… I’m coming!” I said perhaps just a
bit too loudly. There was no holding back as pleasure pulsed from my solar
plexus to every single extremity of my body. My toes curled as I shuddered
against him, my pussy clenching down forcefully on his finger, milking it like
I was ready to take a load from his cock. His hand released my hair, reaching
around and clamping down over my mouth as I screamed his name, unable to hold
back in the face of overwhelming bliss.

I’d never had an orgasm like this in my life. Nathan
had always made sure I got off first, but this was on a whole different level.
Not even my well-worn shower massager at home could match this. Nathan had
driven me to new heights, delivering me to the gates of heaven with his skilled
touch. I never wanted to come down again.

My descent proved inevitable. I groaned and squealed
against his palm as I reluctantly returned from the ultimate high, collapsing
to my knees, my forearms trying desperately to hold my face off the dirty wall
as I gasped for air.

Reality struck me like a brick to the face. What had I
just done? I was supposed to be done with Nathaniel Hale, but here I was
quivering at his feet.

“God, your pussy is so wet. I love the way it drips
for me,” Nathan murmured, still standing behind me. “It’s always set you apart…
I’ve never touched a woman who reacted quite so
eagerly
before…”

I pulled myself away from the wall, turning slowly
toward him, my knees aching against the thin carpet. It was bristly and coarse,
but I had other, more important things than that to focus on.

Oh, God…

Nathan was standing before me, his perfectly tanned
musculature on display as he stroked his hard, thick cock. It didn’t matter how
many times I’d been on my knees in front of him, I could scarcely believe how
incredible he looked…

His cock twitched, and I realized it was pulsing for
me
, that it was filled with longing for
my
body. His tip was flushed with
desire. I knew he was desperate for my touch. Despite the control he pretended
to have, his lust was only a few moments away from getting the better of him.

And me.

“See something you like?” he asked, that cocky
trademark smirk spreading across his face. I didn’t know which I wanted to do
more: punch him upside his head or suck his incredible cock.

Both
, I realized.
I want to do both...

“Go ahead, Sandra,” he urged me as he reveled in my
fascination. “Wrap me up in those beautiful little lips of yours.”

No amount of self-restraint was going to stop me. Not
even the oath I’d sworn as a police officer or my own personal devotion to my
job could persuade me to turn away now. Rules be damned—I needed this man, and
badly. I always had… Worst of all, the bastard fucking
knew
it.

I reached out, pushing his hand away from his
impressive shaft so I could grasp his significant girth and bringing myself in
line with his throbbing tip. My head was swimming as I drew him into my needful
mouth, closing my lips obediently around him, letting my eyes flutter shut as I
tasted his salty sweetness.

He drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and I
heard him growl from someplace deep in his chest. It wasn’t the sound of a man
he made, but of a beast overcome with passion. “I’m going to cum right down
your throat,” he told me.

God… I’d missed this… Before Nathaniel Hale, nobody
had ever talked to me like this in my whole life. It only made my pussy wetter,
only spurred me on to prove him right. I was working hard for this man, focused
solely on returning the favor he’d just paid me. There was no time for
breathing, no time to take things slow. This was heavy and serious and totally
raw. My jaw ached from his girth, but I kept going, bobbing and slurping on him
like a woman possessed, my only thought to bring him to blissful release.

I wanted this cock to make me forget all the bad
things that had ever happened to me.
I
wanted this dick to remind me that I was still human, still a person, still
more than my gun and badge.
I am woman, hear me roar...

Nathan didn’t even have a chance to warn me as he
exploded deep in my mouth, his heavy balls contracting and drawing out long,
jolting streams toward the back of my throat. I pulled back, swallowing around
him, devouring his essence and savoring the taste. Each violent throb of his
dick between my lips made my pussy pulse in tandem, and as he calmed I fell
backward onto my ass, breathing hard, trembling from head to toe.

Nathan just watched me as I panted for air, my whole
body tense as my breasts heaved on my trembling frame. He looked like he wanted
to say something, but he couldn’t seem to find the appropriate words.

“Wow,” he said
finally, staring at me.

There was nothing to do except laugh. It bubbled out
of me, rising in volume even as Nathan joined me, his own deep voice mixing
with my lilting tone in the small space as we let out all our frustration and
worry. It felt good to laugh. It felt
really
good to laugh with this man, in particular. For a moment, he wasn’t the
billionaire witness I
used
to fuck,
and I wasn’t just the detective sent to serve and protect him.

For a moment, we were alive, together, and nothing
else really mattered. It was strange to think of it that way, but it was true.
For some reason, being with this man made me feel things I’d been denying
myself for a long time, things I thought I’d never get another chance to feel.
It made me wonder why I had ever decided to stop seeing him in the first place.
All his old flaws seemed so unimportant now…

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly, my
laughter gradually coming back under control. Nathan’s eyes smoldered as he
stared at me, making my knees quake just looking at the heights of his arousal.
So maybe I
was
still horny. This was the man capable of providing the
most incredible sexual experiences of my life, and I wasn’t ready to stop.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” he said, his eyes traveling
up and down my naked body. “Are you on the pill?”

I shook my head, glancing over at the bed. “You packed
three miles of Egyptian cotton, and not one single condom?” I asked.

He grinned wolfishly. It made my heart flutter. “I’m
supposed to be locked up in this apartment with Detective Hard-ass. Don’t you
think packing condoms would have been a little presumptuous?” he answered.