Officer Bad Boy (4 page)

“That’s more like it,” he said, his own voice a bit shaky as the sexual tension nearly knocked them both over.

“Next time, I’ll do better,” she laughed nervously.

“So, I guess that means I’ve officially been granted permanent status in your phone’s contacts?” He grinned at her with lips that were so inviting, it took everything in her being not to jump his bones right then.

She laughed, “The jury’s still out, but it’s certainly looking like a very real possibility.”

“Well, that’s no fair. That hug alone should have gotten me at least a tentative entry.” He looked at her so intently, so deeply, it made her fidget.

“Come on in while I grab my jacket and handbag,” Melissa responded, ignoring his flirtation as she led him inside.

Colby took a seat in one of the barstools surrounding the island in Melissa’s kitchen. His tall, commanding frame was a welcomed presence in her apartment. So few guys had been there in recent months, she thought about taking a picture of him standing there for those cold, lonely D.C. nights that were just over the horizon. He watched her closely as she moved about the apartment gathering her things for their night out. Like a lion sizing up its prey.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked out of pure, southern necessity.

I’d like a drink of you,
he thought as his brain processed the question. “Ah, no. I’m fine, for now, but I’ll certainly take you up on a night cap when dinner is done. Unless the jury is still out on my coming back up after we’ve had a lovely dinner…”

She chuckled, “So, you know, for sure, that we’re going to have a lovely dinner, huh?”

He stood up from the stool, the fullness of his massive frame speaking before his lips even parted. “Oh, I’m sure of it. There isn’t a woman alive who’d say I don’t know how to please, Ms. Franks.” He stared into her eyes, daring her to break his gaze. She kept it, matching his intensity. Her nipples were now so hard they would probably poke holes in the thin fabric covering them if not for her bra.

“Then, a night cap, it is,” she responded as she took in the enormity of his frame, absentmindedly licking her own lips in the process.
If all goes well, you can have a night cap and anything else you want, big boy.

He smiled. “Good.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I’m going to make you yearn for this cock, Melissa Franks.
“Are we all set?”

Damn he was gorgeous! Melissa tried not to stare at Colby, but everything about him was driving her wild. She shuddered as she thought about the feeling of his big bulge pressing against her warmth, anxious to get back home so she could finally be fulfilled sexually.

“Just one more thing. If you’d be so kind as to help me with this necklace, I’d really appreciate it. I rarely wear it because it’s so hard to put it on by myself.”

“Of course,” he responded, his gaze still so intense she could hardly breathe. Whether their personalities would mesh was still a question, but sexually, there was no doubt. They were a match.
I hope he doesn’t get all officer and a gentleman on my ass because I need that hot cock and I need it, tonight!

She handed Colby the necklace, then turned her back to him so he could place it around her neck. Melissa could feel him step closer to her as he struggled to unclasp the necklace with his massive fingers. His warm breath hit her neck in quick, forceful puffs as he did battle with the tiny bit of metal.
Oh my gosh, I want to feel that breath on my pussy. Why is he torturing me this way!?

“Would you mind unhooking it for me? These big fingers of mine are having a hard time grabbing that little prong.”

She turned to face him and they stood mere inches from one another.
I bet those fingers aren’t the only big thing hanging from this delicious frame.
His cologne made her woozy it was so intoxicating. She offered him a low moan in the affirmative. It was the only sound she could muster lest she let out a passionate shout right then and there. It had been so long since she’d been touched, his mere presence in her place was sending her libido into overdrive. Melissa unhooked the necklace, then gave it back to him one side at time.

“Alright, let’s try this again,” he responded, moving even closer to her than he’d been before.
I can tell it’s been a while since she’s had a good thrashing. If she lets me fuck her, tonight, I’m going to make it well worth her while.
He placed the necklace around her, his massive mitts grazing the tender, supple flesh near her neck. She tried not to quiver, unsure that she hadn’t, when the electricity from his touch sent waves of passion through her body. He fumbled around for a few awkward seconds, then declared triumph.

“Got it,” he uttered, then reached around and straightened the necklace, touching her soft flesh again, this time, far too close to her breasts, causing his cock to stir.
Fuck, we better get out of here or I’m going to have dessert, first.

“Thank you. I’d say we’re ready.” She smiled as she grabbed her clutch and headed to the door with Colby following close behind.

“You’re welcome. Yes, let’s go eat so I can get into that head of yours,” he responded with a devilish grin.
Before I get into those panties, later.

“I can’t wait,” Melissa laughed, hoping that wasn’t the only thing he’d be getting into before the night was over.

The Dinner

“Enjoy your dinner.”

“Thank you, sir,” Colby responded to the kind, older waiter as he helped Melissa into her seat. He took the seat directly next to her at the table, forcing her to take in even more of his fragrance as they dined, allowing him an even better look at her full breasts.
Shit, how am I supposed to think with him sitting this close?

What she really wanted was to skip dinner, head back to her place and lay herself out like a Thanksgiving feast before their bodies became a tangled heap in the center of her queen sized bed. But, she couldn’t make a total whore of herself, no matter how long it had been since she’d gotten laid. No, she had to play it cool. There would be time to unleash her sexual beast, but not yet. She wondered if he knew that it had been a while. If Lucy had told him what they’d discussed at the wedding reception.

“Ms. Franks? First, let me say thank you for having dinner with me on such short notice. I know that a day isn’t much time for you high-maintenance women, but I figured I’d take a chance.”

Did he just say high-maintenance?! Who the hell does he think he is calling me high-maintenance?
Melissa hoped her face didn’t betray her desire to conceal her anger at the declaration, but she knew it was no use.

“Well, that’s mighty presumptuous,” she responded, still doing her best to conceal her disgust, lest the drought continue, failing miserably.

“What’s that?” he smirked, leaning in closer. More to get a good whiff of her perfume than to really hear what she had to say.

“That I’m high-maintenance.”

He chuckled, “Is there really something so bad about being high-maintenance? I like my women high-maintenance. I’d rather a well-kept woman than one who just lets herself go. Am I wrong?”

She thought about it and conceded. “Okay, I guess you’re right. However, I think you
do
know that it’s not usually used in a complementary fashion.”

“I do, but I think
you
should know that I’m not the usual…”

His words hit her clitoris like a projectile, pushing through her moist slit and sliding all along the now pulsating bud as she processed what he’d just said to her.

“Touche,” she responded, swallowing the lust that threatened to make her lose all focus at the table.

“Now, back to more important things. Tell me some more about you. Lucy told me you deal with a lot of those jerks on K Street.”

She laughed, glad the tension had eased, “Yes, it’s been quite an experience! But, I love it so much. I’m a management consultant, which just means I help organizations figure out ways to improve how they do business. There’s never a dull day and I’ve met all types on K Street and The Hill. It makes for some great stories during gatherings with my family and friends.”

He listened intently to every word, as if she was about to share the cure to Cancer with him. It was intoxicating. She shared tidbits about her childhood, her college days and her experience living in D.C. They laughed and talked for hours. Each sharing more and more information as the night wore on and the red wine took a tighter hold on their inhibitions. He told her how he became interested in flying and his journey to becoming a pilot. He told her he was in D.C. once or twice a month for meetings at the Pentagon and that though it probably made sense for him to move east, he was a California boy at heart and he hated cold weather.

“Well, maybe something else will give you a reason to move east…”

The red wine had taken control of Melissa’s mouth and her chastity wasn’t far behind. She was going to fuck Colby Roberts that night, come hell or high water. The news that he was in town monthly only made her wetter. Could the drought not only be ending, but it was being replaced by a virtual deluge?!

“Maybe something else will…” he responded. They were both nearly drunk, the vintage wine he’d ordered was so strong. He stared at her face, her lips, her neck and her breasts as he contemplated doing something he wanted to do since she opened the door to her place. He leaned over and kissed her.

Instead of snatching her face away and slapping Colby silly, Melissa leaned in so she could savor every warm plunge of his tongue into her mouth, every warm brush of his lips across hers. They kissed as if they weren’t in a crowded restaurant. With no abandon and total commitment to the task at hand. It was electric.

“So, what’s next?” Melissa asked. Her question more rhetorical than anything because any betting man would put everything he owned on their next move being back to her place where they’d be slapping flesh moments after the door closed behind them.

“You tell me,” he responded as he continued to place light kisses on her neck and face. Keeping her primed and ready for duty. He dropped his right arm by his side, then pushed the long appendage beneath the table cloth where his hand found its way into Melissa’s lap. The shock took her breath away.

“What are you doing?” she whispered. Her eyes were wild with desire as she inched her hips towards his wandering hand, eager to feel his big fingers in her wet folds.

He pushed the hem of her dress higher, then slid his hand in between her thighs where his middle finger found her plump clit just begging for him to give it a flick. “Just doing all I can to ensure that I get a permanent spot in those phone contacts.” He rubbed her engorged clitoris, wetting it with her juices, until she began to squirm in her seat. He slid his finger in and out of her hole as he used his other fingers to tickle and tease her mercilessly.

“Colby!” she whispered excitedly, eyes rolling back in her head. “You have to stop or you’re going to make me cum in this restaurant.” She was so aroused, she could barely speak.

“I want you to cum,” he responded, causing her eyes to fly open in shock.

“What? We can’t do that,” she managed to utter as he continued to flick and knead, rub and plunge her wetness. She was putty in his hands and if he’d only asked, she might have mounted him right then and there in the crowded room.

“Yes we can. I want you to cum with all of these people watching. None of them know what’s happening. You know you want to. Come on. Cum for me.”

He played with her soaked pussy in ways she hadn’t been touched in ages and whether she wanted to or not, an orgasm was inevitable. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy his fingers as they pleasured her until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“What I’d really like to do is replace these fingers with my cock,” he whispered in her ear.

She gripped the table with both hands as he coached her towards orgasm, making it appear as if the two were merely having an intimate conversation. Then, she pinched her lips together as she tried, desperately, to keep from crying out in the restaurant. The release was so sweet, she wanted to scream, to fully enjoy the moment.
Oh. My. Gosh. Did I just have an orgasm in a crowded restaurant?!

She flashed a look at Colby as he took his fingers, the same ones that had been deep in her wet canal, and rubbed them across his lips, covering his mouth with her essence. Her nipples tweaked, eager to get hard again.

“Why don’t we get the check so we can go have that night cap?”

Melissa was so overwhelmed by the sudden cock windfall, she struggled to compose herself. Not only had she just been fingered to the point of no return in the middle of a crowded restaurant, she was now being offered hot penis on a platter. It was all too good to be true.

“Is that all we’re having?” She stared him square in the eye as she pushed her own hand under the table and into his lap where she found his cock rock hard and ready. “Oh no. That’s not all we’re having at all, is it?” She squeezed and stroked his cock as he leaned over and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you good, Melissa Franks.”

Colby paid the check, then the pair moved towards the exit, barely able to keep their hands off each other, arousal pushing them deeper into harmony. It was time for a night cap.