‘Sorry,’ he says. ‘But gag reflex just feels so fucking good.’
I don’t like the sensation of gag reflex one little bit. I jiggle my tongue and gasp for air and then I remember. Just stop and it will pass. I wait and it passes and then I take him deeper past the back of my throat. Strange feeling. It’s just like swallowing a sword, only his shaft is warm and round and satin soft. I take it all in.
‘Suck my big, hard dick, baby. Suck it for me.’ His voice is thick: a guttural growl.
I swirl my tongue against the thick pillar of meat and suck it the way I would have sucked a red ice lolly as a child. Greedily. Until it was white ice. He thrusts his hips. I let him hold my head and fuck my mouth. When his climax begins to shudder through his body he warns me to pull away.
‘Otherwise I’m coming in your mouth,’ he rasps as his knees buckle.
But I don’t disengage. Instead I grab his hips and pull them toward me, my lips wrapped tightly around his girth.
He grabs my hair and his hips carry on fucking my mouth until he explodes so deep in my throat I don’t taste his semen. He inhales sharply and lets loose another throatful of thick, hot cum.
He pulls me to my feet, his cock still semi-hard, and looks into my eyes. His eyes are glittering. ‘What the fuck, Billie? You did that like a fucking pro.’
‘I was making up for the fact that you’re never going to have a threesome with me.’
He looks at me quizzically. ‘I didn’t want a threesome with you.’
‘Good because you’re not getting it.’
‘I thought you wanted it.’
‘I don’t,’ I say belligerently.
‘That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.’
I grin. ‘Bet my breath stinks of sperm.’
‘Wish you always stank like that.’
‘Whoa.’
‘Where on earth did you learn to give head like that anyway?’
‘London,’ I say airily.
The sinfully sexy dimple on his left cheek appears suddenly, deep and delicious. ‘And what does the policewoman do after she has fucked the poor girl with her baton on the bonnet?’
‘What’s it to you?’
‘I’ve got a baton.’
I look down at his cock. It is nearly hard enough to go again. ‘And you’ve always wanted to be a very butch policewoman?’ I ask.
A sly smile curves his lips as he runs one long finger down my cheek. Desire is radiating off him like sultry summer heat. The man is sex on a stick. He is the master of temptation. A shiver fishtails down my spine. He makes me want things I have never wanted. ‘Don’t let your imagination limit you, Ms. Black.’
I grin. ‘I’m trying not to.’
He comes very close to me. I smell his skin, feel the heat of his hard male body. He licks my collarbone. ‘Try harder.’
I swallow hard. ‘She gets on her knees, opens the girl’s bum cheeks and sucks her pussy dry.’
The dimple appears again, but this time his eyes are not laughing. They are dark and dangerous. When he is like this I feel as if I don’t know him at all. What I see is only the mask. What lies underneath is different. Murky. He folds his hands over his chest. ‘Take your panties off.’
I pull them off me hurriedly and drop them on the gritty stones.
His strong hand grabs mine and whirls me around so fast I feel almost dizzy.
‘Place your hands on the wall where I can see them.’
I don’t need to be told a second time. I want to be on the other side. The receiving side. My mind whirls with exhilaration and my flesh throbs as I place my palms on the rough bricks above my head and spread my legs wide. I close my eyes and invisible strings of compulsion race along my nerves. He is the policewoman with the baton. Sweat trickles down my spine. He slides his hand along the inside of my right thigh and suddenly thrusts his fingers forcefully into me.
I whimper. ‘No, not that. I’m too close to the edge.’ And I am not lying. I am so turned on I feel as if I could come at any time. The smallest little thing would make me come.
He grabs my hips and slides the thick, hot baton so deep into me that my head pulls back. Even before I can take a steadying breath he pulls out and slams back into me, but so brutally that I come with that second fucking thrust! And it is a savage orgasm. I cry out in ecstasy as wave after wave hits me hard. He freezes. The odd echo of my scream dies and he turns me around and looks deep into my eyes. In the shadows of the alleyway where people only come to piss or vomit I have experienced energy racing inside me like quicksilver, connections and tremendous pleasure. My scalp is tingling, heart is pounding hard and my knees are trembling. This must be what they call fantastic sex.