Pulling his cell out of his pocket, he placed a call as he knelt by Sarge to rub his dog’s ears.
“Got it. Yeah. Bringin’ it in. Tomorrow. Yeah, I know.” Fuck
Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he shook his head. “Sarge, this shit just got worse. Looks like we’ll be stickin’ around for a bit, and that sure as hell won’t be hard. But when she finds out…fuck. Just gotta make sure that goes the way it needs to.”
His hand touched his pocket where the plastic bag contained the red sausage. Filled with a quarter of a million dollars of cocaine. And she fuckin’ threw it away.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he shoved the bag deeper in his jean’s pocket. Settling quickly on the floor by Sarge, he assumed the relaxed position as though he had been there all along. The door opened and he looked over as she walked back into the room carrying a small tray.
Long hair, wet from her shower, pulled back away from her face. The light smell of flowers drifted in the air as she moved over toward him. Her face devoid of makeup was more beautiful than the painted women he had been hanging with. No longer in scrubs, her yoga pants cupped her ass making him remember what it felt like in his hands. Her t-shirt hung on her breasts, not overtly sexy, but showcasing her rack to perfection. He looked at her questioningly as his eyes traveled down to the tray in her hands containing a sandwich, an apple, some chips, and a beer.
“I thought you might be hungry,” she said with a simple shrug.
He started to stand, but she was already on her way squatting down on the floor next to him. “This is for me?”
“Well, I didn’t bring the beer for Sarge,” she said, laughing as she set the tray on the floor.
Laughter. True, gentle laughter. Not the sound of a hard-pressed woman trying to get a man’s attention. Not the sound of a drunk, stoned woman giggling because they’re high out of their mind. Just pure amusement. Shaking his head, he realized it had been a long time since he had heard that sound.
Clean. Pure. Light.
Needing her more than he could believe at that moment, he reached over and quickly pulled her into his lap. Her eyes opened wide but as his lips latched onto hers, he saw her eyes warm with desire.
Tongues dueling, he explored every crevice of her mouth tasting the fresh mint of her toothpaste. The taste shot straight to his dick, feeling it swell uncomfortably in his jeans. His hands placed on either side of her head as he angled his mouth for deeper access began to slide down. One around her back to hold her to him and the other down over her breast to the bottom of her t-shirt, where it slipped under and began its path back up. Pulling the t-shirt over her head, their lips separated for the second it took the material to pass between them.
She was slender but had an amazing body. Her breasts, full and round, spilling over the tops of her bra cups, which he quickly pulled down. Now released, her nipples hardened to points, beckoning, to which his lips quickly obliged.
As his lips attached themselves to her nipple, Annie felt the electric jolt down to her pussy. Desperate for the friction that would ease the ache between her legs she quickly straddled him, rubbing her core on his jean-clad dick. Sliding one hand down she released the button on his jeans and began to unzip them as he leaned back pulling her with him. With his cock free she fisted him, stroking him gently and then with more firmness.
“Fuck, girl. You’re gonna’ have me come before I’m ready.”
His words, meant to dissuade, only seemed to inflame her more. Sliding down, she took him in her mouth. Never having given head before, she only hoped that her romance novels had taught her something. Swirling her tongue around the tip, she heard the sharp intake of his breath. Encouraged, she continued to take him in her mouth. He was large. Much larger than her few sexual experiences in college. She moved her mouth over him, gently fondling his balls with one hand while the other pumped him at the base.
Suddenly, he lifted her off of him and laid her on her back. His hands grabbed the top of her yoga pants and panties and jerked them down and off in seconds. Pulling a condom from his back pocket he sheathed himself as her legs fell naturally open.
Stoney fingered her quickly, feeling the slick moisture that had pooled between her folds. “Fuck. You’re already wet for me, baby.” Looking down at her face, wanting to ascertain that she wanted this as much as he did, he found her eyes staring into his. Not with question. Not with concern. The look on her face was one of trust. Fuck! She goddamn trusts me. Not willing to stop, he plunged into her waiting body, feeling her tightness surround him. Cushion him. Hold him.
Stoney never lost control. With his job. With a woman. Everything he did was about control. But Annie undid him. Thrusting into her, he felt her tight walls pulling at his dick as he leaned over and clasped his lips over a swollen nipple. Sucking deeply, he felt her body buck under his. Nipping with his teeth, he quickly licked the pain away then moved up toward her mouth. His tongue slipped in and began thrusting in time to his dick.