He wasn’t even moving. He was standing there while she worked herself on him, moving faster and harder than she ever imagined would feel good.
It felt fucking great. Then he slapped her on the ass in a way that stung and turned her on even more.
“Stop moving and brace yourself,” he growled into her ear as he leaned over. “Now it’s my turn.”
And she did exactly that. Holding on with all her strength while he fucked her so hard she thought his dick might come out of her mouth. Then it was happening, deep inside her body, her orgasm exploded over her as she squeezed her pussy walls down hard on his cock.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Lift your head. Look at yourself.”
She hadn’t realized her head had been down the whole time, but when she lifted it she could see it there in her face. Intense pleasure. Hot sex.
“Watch yourself take it hard. Watch yourself take my come.”
She did. She was getting fucked hard, bent over a sink in a bathroom, and she fucking loved it.
“Ah fuck, you like it don’t you. Everything I give you. You love it just this hard. Look at your fucking eyes.”
Then he was groaning low and deep in his throat, and she watched him. Watched as the pleasure came over him, although in truth it looked more like agony.
They way he arched his neck back and she could see the throbbing veins along his throat. She wanted to bite that neck. Hard enough to leave a mark. Then he was coming down off the high, slowly moving in and out of her as if to take her down a gear. Shifting from hard pounding, to slow thrusting until he left her body.
He bent down to pull up her panties and pants for her, but before he covered her ass he took a nip of it that had her jolting.
Apparently he had biting on the brain as well.
Then she was fastening her pants, while he dispensed with the condom, put his still semi-hard dick back in his jeans and casually as if nothing had happened walked out of the bathroom.
Sinead needed a minute because when she looked at the face in the mirror it was the face of a woman who had no secrets from the world. If she had to leave and say goodnight to Cherise, there was no way the woman wouldn’t see it written all over her.
Officer Sinead O’Hara got fucked in a bathroom and she got off hard on that. She turned on the water and splashed her cheeks. Hoping she might be able to wash the look off, but no, it was still there. She dried her face with a towel and then left the bathroom, now a delicious memory, behind.
He was sitting in the booth, happily munching on her fries. When she sat down across from him, because she was really not a sit on the same side of the table kind of person, he must have seen her wince.
“Was I too rough with you?” he asked her even though he didn’t sound the slightest bit guilty.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
Another smile. Pure wickedness. “Yes, I do. I told you, you were going to feel me when you sit your lovely arse in your squad car. You’re going to remember how deep inside you I was, and all you’re going to think about is me tonight.”
“What are you going to think about?”
He tilted his head as if she had asked something strange. “Why, nothing I imagine, as I will be home fast asleep.”
She tossed a fry in his face.
He chuckled and slid out of his side of the booth. Then he leaned over with one arm on the table and kissed her on the cheek.
Oh my God, she thought. They hadn’t even kissed. Never in her life had she had sex without kissing.
Right, she thought. Because up until now she’d had sex. She hadn’t gotten fucked.
Last night he fucked her.
Tonight he really fucked her.
“No, I won’t be thinking anything,” he whispered into her ear. Which for some reason she apparently really loved. “But I’ll be dreaming about you, my lovely.”
Yeah, Sinead thought. This wasn’t good. This was definitely trouble staring her hard in the face.
And she didn’t care because she loved it.
Chapter 8
Monday
“You’re putting too much hot sauce on that,” she warned him as they moved through the line at Chipotle, directing the servers with their choices.
He’d asked her where she wanted to go for lunch before her shift started. He’d wanted to take her to the exclusive Cliff House, which overlooked the ocean. She’d suggested Chipotle down the block from her apartment instead.
He sighed but eventually gave in.
“I love hot sauce,” he told her. “Please, as much as you can,” he told the teenager behind the counter.
“Yes, but that’s serious hot sauce. Like super super hot sauce.”
“Bring it on,” he said and the kid behind the counter obliged him. Squeezing the red sauce over everything.