The Virgin Sex Queen (25 page)

“I’m the law
around here, ma’am, I can do anything I want.” Bracing one hand
beside her head, he leaned down to peck a kiss on her gaping mouth.
“You’re detained, remember? Not a damned thing you can do. You’re
at the mercy of the law, ma’am, so I suggest you co-operate.”

“Oh Alan, you
can’t possibly mean to…to…”

He cocked a
brow at her. “To?”

“To…you
know...” She blushed.

“I don’t mean
to take a flashlight down there, ma’am. I’m sure my eyes will be
able to see just fine.”

That had her
tugging on the handcuffs again.

Catching one
wrist in his, he looked down at her. “Don’t struggle too much,
baby, you don’t want to leave marks on your pretty little
wrists.”

“Alan, you
can’t -” Her breath caught as he cupped a breast and flicked his
thumb over the still hard nipple, torturing the little nub.

“Now just have
faith in the law, ma’am. It’s my duty to see to your well being.”
Whipping off his sunglasses, he laid them on the bedside table and
winked at her. “My personal duty, if you know what I mean.”

She would have
protested more expect that he swallowed them, bending low over her
to plunder her mouth, kissing deeply, loving the taste of her that
exploded on his tongue.

While he kept
her mouth busy, he slid his other hand down her belly and between
her thighs, cupping and massaging her mound, catching her moans and
swallowing them, using his mouth to seduce, his hands to play,
finding the little clitoris high up and thumbing it.

She almost fell
apart then and there, arching up into him. Time for the next step,
hallelujah.

Moving swiftly,
he slid down her body, going around the end of the bed and crawling
up on it, looking her directly in the eyes as he lowered himself
between her spread thighs.

“Oh no!” She
shuddered, need and embarrassment warring on her face and in her
body.

Even as she
tried to deny him by the unsuccessful attempt to close her thighs -
kind of hard to do when he was already between them - she arched
into his touch when he reached out and strummed that delicate nub
sheltering between her labias.

Sophie was
responsive, all right. And while he had her there…

Alan moved
right up, his shoulders forcing her thighs wider, giving him room,
and then he was there.

Right
there.

In a firm
motion he grabbed the hem of her nightgown and ripped it right up
the middle, baring her to view from upper thighs to belly. That was
fine, it was all he needed right now.

“Alan,” she
choked out.

“Ma’am,” he
growled, “I’m going to conduct a taste test while I’m here to check
for traces of illicit substances on your skin. Now lie back and
just relax.” He grinned wolfishly. “And enjoy, Soph. I sure as hell
know I’m going to.”

Dinner was
served.

Before she had
a chance to voice the panic showing on her face, Alan licked her.
Her position was wide open to him, nothing to prevent him for
enjoying the feast laid out for his devouring appetite.

Oh man, he was
going to love this.

Her taste burst
upon his tongue, the essence of her womanhood so different to that
of her mouth, but delicious just the same. It was all Sophie.

Tonguing her,
he rubbed the flat of his tongue against her perineum, dipping the
tip into the opening of her secrets, taking her cream inside
himself.

The little
clitoris wasn’t spared. He sucked it, toyed with it, massaged it
with his tongue. Bit it lightly, carefully, with his teeth.

Oh yeah, she
was screaming his name all right.

“
Oh God! Oh
Alan! Ohhhhhh
!!”

He bet her
descriptions of a heroine being licked out was nothing like this.
He sucked on her, drawing, feeling her thrash and holding her down
with his hands on her hips as she shattered, arching up wildly
before falling back on the bed.

Manfully
ignoring the urgent throbbing of his shaft, he lifted his head to
eye Sophie slumped back on the bed. Yep, that was just how he
wanted her. While she was still blissfully floating around in
depleted cupiscence, phase two was in operation.

Carefully
moving back from between her thighs, he straightened and allowed
his gaze to wander over her. There was no doubting that she wasn’t
a gym bunny, but man, those voluptuous curves she rocked just did
it for him. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so decadent in
his life. Those lush hips and pillowy boobs were just made for a
man to grab, suck and hold onto while he rode her right to Eros and
back again.

That was his
plan, too. God above, yes.

Gaze wandering
over her, he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging out of it to toss over
the nearby chair. Toeing off his boots, he slipped his socks off
and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, shoving them down his
legs and kicking them away.

The head of his
shaft jutted angrily out of the top of his jocks, obviously trying
to escape to bury into a tight, hot sheath. They were of a
mind.

Grinning, Alan
shoved his jocks down and stepped out of them, his shaft finally
free of the confining material.

Crossing to the
bed, he leaned down and gently took hold of the rip in her
nightgown and slowly and carefully, he ripped it the rest of the up
until the lace binding at the top gave way and he could flick the
sides apart.

Yeah, there she
was, a voluptuous Venus reclining on the bed, waiting for him.

“Hey, Soph.” He
didn’t care that his voice was a harsh growl of lust.

“Mmm?” She
hummed dreamily.

“Open your
eyes.”

Slowly, lazily,
she did so, the green of her hazel irises much darker than normal.
The expression on her face was sultry and he bet she didn’t have a
clue. Her gaze slid over him, across his face to his chest, lower
and lower still, and he couldn’t help the jolt of masculine pride
when her eyes widened at the sight of his erection.

Hey, he wasn’t
a true man if he wasn’t proud of his own size. Soph wasn’t the
first woman to be a little in awe, but funnily enough, she was the
only one he wanted to impress. Really impress.

“Ma’am?”
Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he pumped once, watching her
pupils dilate.

Yeah, he knew
how that felt.

“Ma’am,” he
repeated again, “the strip search is over. Now comes the cavity
search.”

A slow, sultry,
and very sexy smile curved her lips. “Oh yes, Constable, I’m ready
to co-operate now.”

Oh yeah!

Reaching across
for the keys to the handcuffs, he unlocked them, rubbing her wrists
gently and lowering them to the bed beside her before he swung
lithely over her. “Wasn’t a question of choices, ma’am.” Catching
her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss, he was rewarded immediately by
her arms sliding around his neck and her mouth hungrily eating at
his.

His Soph was a
fast learner.

A sudden warm
hand wrapping around his shaft had his hips jerking uncontrollably,
especially when said little hand slid up his length and a thumb
that definitely wasn’t his massaged the tip, the sensation almost
making his eyes cross.

Sucking in a
breath, he narrowed his eyes as he looked down into Sophie’s
face.

“I do read,”
she whispered. “Am I doing it right?”

“Keep doing
that, ma’am,” he grated, his hold on his own control slipping
dangerously as she dexterously worked the tip of his shaft,
thumbing the slit and rubbing it lightly one second, firmly the
next. “And any hint of civilised law is going out the window.”

“Is that a
promise?” Her eyes gleamed with wicked sensuousness.

“It’s a
warning.”

“Hmmm, well, I
only have one warning right? So I’m using that warning right now.”
She tugged the tip of his shaft suddenly, making him catch his own
breath. “Oops. None left.”

“Soph, there’s
plenty left in there.”

“Not what I
meant.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him and rubbed the underside
of his shaft, the sensitised skin almost screaming in sheer
pleasure. “Oh, Constable, I -”

Catching her
mouth ruthlessly, he didn’t let her finish the words, kissing
harshly, muffling her taunting laughter at the same time he shoved
her thighs wide with his legs, his lower body slamming against
hers, and with one hard shove he was inside her, tunnelling deep
and burying high.

She almost
screamed in his mouth.

His heart was
pounding as hard as the blood in his engorged shaft, but he managed
to hold still. “Soph, God, I’m sorry, was I too rough-”

“Don’t stop
now!” Fingers twining in his hair, she yanked him back down and
kissed him as ruthlessly as he’d done to her just seconds ago.

Her hips arched
up demandingly and he was done for. Letting loose his craven desire
for her, he rode her hard, hips pumping, thrusting deep, glorying
in the soft flesh beneath him, the hotness of her cream coating him
as he buried himself deep inside her tight sheath over and
over.

Lust and
domination rode him hard, the need to mark her, to let her know how
much he craved her, to master her so she’d always know his touch,
his taste, his scent, his very nearness, overwhelmed him.

He rode her
until they were both panting for air, until their hearts thundered
in their chests, their hands grasping and holding, touching and
smoothing, fingers digging into flesh, legs twining, riding until
with one last hard thrust and shouted
“Damn, Soph!”
he
pushed them out into a shattering orgasm that seemed to last an
eternity and only a few precious seconds all at once.

Trembling,
sweating, gasping for breath, they slowly floated back to
awareness. On arms that actually shook, Alan managed to lift
himself off her a little to check how she was, all the time his
muscles threatening to give out.

When he moved,
she opened her eyes a crack. “Hot damn,” she whispered. “You are a
stud.”

“Yes,” he
agreed with a satisfied smile, even as his muscles shook and his
heart stuttered in an attempt to get back to an even rhythm. “Yes,
I am.”

She laughed
weakly, slapping him lightly against the chest with one hand.

“And you.” He
dropped onto her, not caring that she gave a little grunt at his
weight, and placed his mouth at her ear. “You are a Sex Queen.”

“Crap on.”

“Well, you were
a virginal Sex Queen, now you’re a little more experienced.” He
kissed her ear before dropping his forehead to the pillow beside
her head. “Just give me a little time and we’ll try something
else.”

“Best plan
ever.”

That was the
last thing he heard before he fell asleep in utter, luxuriant,
depleted exhaustion, Soph in his arms and her scent curling through
his senses.

During the
night he woke craving her, waking her up without a qualm to slake
his carnal thirst, delighting that she responded so quickly, so
eagerly.

As he fell
asleep once more with his sweat drying on his skin and a sleepy,
sated Sophie in his arms, her lush curves pressed against him, he
grinned. Man, he was a legend. He’d made the Sex Queen scream.
Several times.

God, he felt
good. Like he could take on the world. Which he could, as soon as
he got his strength back. That might take longer than normal.

~*~

“I really think
it’d be a good idea to keep your windows shut at night,” Debbie
said stiffly.

Sophie looked
blankly at her. “But we’ve been having such nice weather.”

“Sound
carries.”

Sophie didn’t
have a clue what she was on about.

Sam, leaning
against the fence beside her, gave a strangled sound.

“Every night
you’re away working,” Debbie informed him coldly, “there have been
dubious sounds coming from your house, Sam.”

Uh-oh. Sophie
glanced down to see Alan kneeling at her feet, a handful of weeds
in one hand and a smirk on his face. She lightly kicked his knee
where it rested by her foot before transferring her gaze to
Debbie’s face. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“A divine power
has been screamed out several times, along with a certain man’s
name.”

“Really?”
Sophie kicked out at Alan again when one of his hands wrapped
around her calf and started to inch higher. “Can’t imagine who’d be
doing that.”

“It was your
voice.”

Sam sighed.

“Really?” She
knew exactly what the wandering hand was up to, and it wasn’t going
to happen. Not here.

Another
sideways kick, this time without looking, to be rewarded with a
muttered curse.

Sam laughed
outright.

“And,” Debbie
continued with cold disapproval, “I heard him scream out your name.
Several times.”

Sophie smiled.
Yeah, she’d made Alan scream all right. And beg for more.

“Sophie
Willow!” Debbie glared at her. “I know you and Alan have been up to
some kinky things, perverted things, screaming and doing God knows
what in that house while Sam’s been away-”

“Well, Debbie,
we’re hardly going to do it with Sam here.” God bless the game
face.

Debbie was the
one who went red. “Have you no shame?”

“I did, but it
got banged out of me.”

“Oh!”

“I was more
like ‘holy cow!’ but whatever.”

Sam’s forehead
dropped onto the fence.

Sophie felt a
shaking against her leg and didn’t have to look down to know that
Alan was howling silently while leaning back against her. Idiot,
she thought fondly.

“You are
disgusting!” Debbie turned and stormed away.

“Thanks!”
Sophie looked down at Alan. “Not you.”

“Oh my God,” he
choked.

Sam lifted his
head to look at them in resignation. “Do I want to know?”

“No.” Sophie
blushed.