Outside the law - 2

Pulling himself together, he walked back into the room where the young woman was sitting. He gave her an angry look and sat down across from her again.

“Theoretically, we’ve got nothing on you. There’s no way you could have killed him—unless you have some kind of superpower that lets you throw men across a room. You weigh, what, fifty-five kilos at most? The victim was a hundred and fifty kilos of solid man. I’m handing you and my report over to another officer. I don’t work cold cases.”

“What if I fuck you right here?” The young woman was half sitting, half reclining on the table, looking impossibly tempting. A man would have to be impotent not to take her right then and there.

“My job is worth more to me than five minutes of fucking. And I don’t need pity sex.”

With that, he stood and walked out of the interrogation room. His cock was hard as a rock again, but he wasn’t about to run to the bathroom and take his anger at her out on himself one more time.

…One month later…

His superiors had cut his hours, so he had to find some work on the side. His law-enforcement experience allowed him to be picky, so he accepted an offer to work as a bodyguard for a businessman. The interview had been tense, but they hired him, warning that before he officially started, they would run a separate check through certain “closed” databases.

Stepping into the elevator, he pressed the button with more force than necessary. Twenty floors down would give him time to think. He started replaying the interview in his head, trying once again to catch any hidden reactions from his prospective employers, but soon gave up. The people working in the building had pleasantly surprised him. Everyone was polished and well dressed. The women wore conservative business suits without a hint of overt sexuality, though some of them managed to look incredibly sexy even in office clothes.

Around the fifteenth floor, everyone got out, leaving him alone. On the fourteenth, a young woman stepped into the elevator, and he immediately had the strange feeling that he knew her from somewhere. Her phone rang.

“No, I’m busy today. I just left a client. You know I never take more than two clients a day.” She hung up.

His curiosity immediately flared.

“May I ask what kind of work you do that keeps you from seeing more than two clients a day?”

“That’s none of your business.” She didn’t even turn around.

Lieutenant Williams studied her body intently. If this was the same woman he had interrogated—the one who had driven him to come three times in the bathroom—then he finally had the perfect chance to get even. He stepped over to the elevator panel and hit STOP.

She spun around and glared at him. “Would you mind explaining why you did that?”

“I think you remember me. I questioned you about a murder about a month ago. But this isn’t about the murder. You teased me however the hell you wanted, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

“I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“I seriously doubt it. I’ve never seen anyone else with eyes that color.”

She visibly flinched. She didn’t want to admit it, but yes, she remembered him. Hell, he had been the star of her fantasies for the last two weeks. And now he looked even better. He must have been hitting the gym harder than usual, because his upper body had noticeably filled out. His arms and deltoids looked bigger. She forced herself to look indifferent, determined not to reveal how badly she wanted him.

“It’s a perfectly ordinary eye color. Nothing special.”

“You can deny knowing me all you want, but that won’t save you from my strong hands and very persistent cock.”

Her face flushed. “What makes you think I’m still interested in you?”

“I saw how quickly you checked me out.” He moved a little closer. “Besides, I know when a woman isn’t interested in me. With you, it’s a completely different story. You behaved very differently in that interrogation room.”

“The whole situation was pretty funny. Admit it—it was hilarious watching you unable to do anything while I shamelessly tried to seduce you.”

Suddenly, his body pinned her hard against the elevator wall.

“I don’t think you’re going to find it quite so funny when I make good on everything you offered me a month ago.”

“You won’t have time. I’m almost certain someone is already rushing to find out why the elevator stopped.”

“Watch and learn.” He pressed the maintenance call button. “Can anyone hear me?”

“Yes, sir. What seems to be the problem?”

“Nothing serious. I’m afraid of elevators, and my therapist told me I need to confront my fear, so I’m going to take a little longer getting down. I’m not holding anyone up, am I?”

“No problem, sir. Take your time.”

He looked at the stunned woman.

“You’re an asshole and a brilliant liar all rolled into one, but that doesn’t mean we’re having sex.”

“Let’s make a deal. I’m almost certain you want me.” He slowly removed his jacket, then began unbuttoning his shirt. “If you’re not wet by the time I finish taking this shirt off, I’ll admit defeat and start the elevator again.”

She tried to swallow without letting him notice. This was a terrible plan. She had already gotten wet just looking at him in that dark, expensive suit. Now, watching him slowly unbutton his shirt, she was ready to throw herself at him.

“Just take my word for it. I’m not wet. I don’t like having sex in public places.”

“Seriously? You wanted to ride me in a police station.”

“That was a long time ago, and it never happened.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his muscular chest.

“I don’t think I need to check anything. You’re already looking at me like a cat at a bowl of cream.”

He pulled her against him, but she still tried to protest. She refused to let him kiss her until his strong hand closed possessively over her ass and slipped beneath her panties. His finger slid easily into her warm, slick pussy. A slight movement at her entrance drew a moan from her, and Williams gladly took advantage of it.

She gave in. Two of his fingers gently explored her entrance, making her roll her hips and silently demand more while his mouth claimed hers. For a second, she broke the kiss.

“Let’s talk. We can arrange to meet somewhere—some nice, cozy hotel. We’ll have amazing sex.”

“We’re going to have amazing sex right now. Things look a little different when you’re not the one controlling the situation, don’t they?”

Still stroking her pussy with two fingers, he pulled her panties aside and slowly entered her. She moaned loudly and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“Oh, God. You’re huge. Slower… ah!”

Her pussy felt perfect. He pushed almost all the way in, savoring the tight muscles around him. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stopped and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. She whimpered. “Don’t torture me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, what do you know about torture?” His cock started moving again as his tongue found her nipple.

An orgasm swept through her, but she didn’t want to admit she had come so quickly. Then he whispered into her ear, “Ready for the next one?”

“How did you know?”

“It’s almost impossible to miss. But right now, I want to taste you.”

He quickly dropped to his knees and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Drawing out the anticipation, he carefully moved the edge of her panties aside and brought his mouth close to her pussy. He blew lightly across her clit and watched her shiver. Unable to wait any longer, he spread her outer lips and began devouring her like fresh fruit. Her hands tangled desperately in his hair.

“God, what are you doing down there? Your tongue… it’s just… oh!”

He shifted slightly, forcing her to rest her thighs on his shoulders. The angle changed, and she tried to push his head away—the orgasm was coming too quickly, too sharply. He wouldn’t let her. His hands held her firmly by the ass. He rose to his full height, still supporting her by the thighs, his mouth still between her legs. She shuddered every time his tongue touched her clit; everything was painfully sensitive. He didn’t hurry to put her down. Instead, he kissed the folds of her pussy slowly and gently, giving her time to recover. When he felt her relax a little, he changed position and lowered her onto his hard cock again.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

He buried himself all the way inside her, pressed part of her back against the elevator wall, and made her arch. Now he could fully enjoy her nipples. He knew perfectly well that a few light bites would get her worked up again and ready for another orgasm. He was right. The position wasn’t entirely comfortable for her—his cock was deep inside, pressing against her most sensitive spots. She had never imagined she could come that quickly or that hard. Her body went limp, but she could still feel him inside her.

“You’ve milked every last orgasm out of me. My legs are barely holding me up.”

“I want you to ride me. I’ll give you a couple of minutes to recover, and then you’re going to come again. Those nipples are incredible, and I’m not finished with them yet.”

Lieutenant Williams changed position and sat down on the floor, settling her on his lap. Now she could control how deeply he entered her. He lazily returned to kissing and nibbling her nipples while his thumb gently played with her clit.

“When you play with my clit, I come faster. I want to enjoy your cock.”

“No problem. But the nipples are mine.”

Her hips began moving slowly up and down. He groaned. He stopped playing with her nipples and focused on his own sensations instead. The firm grip of her tight muscles sliding softly along his cock felt magical. She arched her back slightly and began fucking only the tip. He quickly pulled her back into place—deep, slow thrusts. She pinned his hands to the floor with hers and whispered, “I think you like it when I fuck just the tip of this gorgeous cock. Maybe I should try that again?”

“I’ll come when I decide to. And if you try that again, I’ll pin you to the floor under me, and we’ll go back to working on your orgasms.”

As if she hadn’t heard a word, she leaned toward his lips again and began moving her hips rapidly over the tip of his cock. Williams growled and flipped them in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him.

His thrusts were deep and hard. He knew he might be going too deep and that she could be sore tomorrow, but right then he was enjoying her moans, her nails digging into his back, and the faint burn from the scratches she had already left there.

Some time later, they lay exhausted on the elevator floor.

“Well, that was something.” She buttoned her blouse. “Even better than in my fantasies.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. By the way, who killed that guy?”

“My bodyguard. It was an accident. The client was an outright sadist, and the whole situation got out of control. My guard hit him while protecting me, and the client landed badly—his temple went straight into the corner of a nightstand. There was no point trying to prove what really happened.”

Williams pressed the elevator button, and the elevator began descending again.

“Want to meet again sometime?”

“Only if you catch me in this elevator again.”

He smiled. “Deal.”