Chapter Twenty-Four

Ben

All rational thought dissolves as my finger slides up and down Naomi’s slit through her thin underwear. She moans into my mouth, and my fingers pull her panty line aside, exposing her hot pink flesh.

She’s soaked. Oh, dear lord.

I release a groan of my own, and she captures it in her mouth as her hips rise and fall with the stroke of my finger. Naomi is my instrument, and I am quickly becoming a master player. My hand moves from her face to her breast, and my thumb circles around her nipple until it puckers and reaches out for me.

I’m feeling more than lust in this moment, and it scares me. I know where these kinds of feelings lead. They lead to an open chasm of pain. I have been through enough in my life without getting crushed by anything else. I’m not fit for any kind of serious relationship. I should stop this before it goes too far.

Naomi reaches down and grips my cock through my pants. This is so wrong. I should leave. I should go back to the station and check in with James on that scumbag, but I can’t now.

I can’t leave her here after what happened.

I love her.

I struggle to focus as she runs her hand up and down the length of my dick, and it hardens at her touch. It rises until it’s uncomfortable, restrained as it is by the taut fabric of my jeans. She’s still kissing me, her breath hot against my lips as she pants with pleasure. I slide my finger up and flick her clit, and she gasps.

Good. Still have control here. This is very good.

My finger slides back down, and I tease her opening. I circle my finger right at her entrance, and I tempt her with what will come next. I slide my finger in a little bit, then pull it back out, and she bites on my lip as punishment for my teasing.

I grin against her mouth. “Now, now. You’ll get there when I’m ready to bring you there.”

“You’re a jerk,” she says, though he tone is anything but stern with me. She likes being teased. Naomi likes to watch, and she likes some good foreplay. Without knowing a lot else about this woman over the course of our relationship, at least I know that much.

A niggling voice pipes up in the back of my mind again. I don’t know enough about her to feel the way I do. I’m being an idiot, and I should know better. Naomi slides her mouth from mine and pulls my shirt collar aside so that she can nibble on my shoulder.

“Mmm, that is as tasty as I imagined,” she says. Her hand picks up its pace on my dick, and once again, the rational thoughts are banished as the blood flow heads south, far away from my brain.

Naomi tugs on my shirt and tears it from my body. I barely have time to lift my arms before she tosses it on the floor. She sits back, and I lose my grip on her pussy as she takes in my bare body.

“It’s my turn for a taste,” she says. She holds my shoulder down with one hand as she dips her head and licks my shoulder. Her tongue traces a white-hot path downward, and to my surprise, she clamps her mouth over my nipple and sucks.

My whole body erupts at the sensation. Her fingertips dance along the head of my cock as she sucks, and my body is on fire. Right when I can’t take any more, her tongue leaves my nipple and continues its journey south. She runs it along the crease of every ripple in my abdomen, the slick feel of her tongue turning me on with each stroke on my skin.

She reaches the barrier of my jeans, and she looks up at me with those stunning dark eyes of hers as she removes her hand from my dick so that she can unbutton my jeans. I watch her, entranced. She moves at a snail’s pace, a glint in her eye as she removes the button from my jeans, then slowly lowers the zipper.

I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my entire life. She tugs at my jeans, and I’m forced to lift my ass so she can bring them all the way down. Her gaze lands on my crotch beneath a black pair of boxer briefs, and her hungry expression is mesmerizing.

I cannot wait to fuck this woman.

I lean forward, ready to take control so I can do what both our bodies want, but she stops me with a hand.

“Not yet. I said I wanted a taste.”

“You are driving me insane,” I say through gritted teeth. She beams up at me from the floor, her face mere inches from my dick.

“Good.”

She dips her head and runs her tongue along the length of my underwear, giving my cock a hint at what it will feel like with her mouth on my bare skin. Her eyes leave mine as she focuses down south. Her fingertips hook into the top of my underwear, and she tears them down as easily as she did my pants.

She blows gently on my hard dick, which is throbbing at this point. She looks up at me again with that sexy grin of hers, and then she focuses on my cock, running her tongue from my balls to the head then back down. I lean back into the couch as she fucks me with her wet mouth. She alternates between licking up and down and taking it inside her mouth and sucking, hard.

“I’m going to come if you aren’t careful,” I warn her. I’m too close, and I don’t want this to end so soon. I want her to get off at least twice before I do.

My statement only serves to speed her on, and she sucks harder. Her head bobs up and down with the rhythmic motion, and if I don’t act soon, it will be too late.

“Come here,” I growl.

I pull her up from the floor and settle her back on my lap. With one hand, I pull at her panties and slide them off her legs then toss them next to mine. She is bare before me, slick and wet and so ready to be fucked. I guide the tip of my dick to her opening, and she slides down, taking me inside her.

She tosses her head back as she bounces up and down on my cock. This time, I get a fantastic show, but it’s not enough. Her dress is still hiding valuable assets from my view.

As she rides, I reach down and grab her dress.

“Arms up. Now.”

She obeys, and I slide the garment up over her head and toss it aside. To my disappointment, there is a thin bra underneath. Naomi slides down and takes my dick deep inside her. Then she stops and locks eyes with me. There is so much trust in the level of eye contact we keep during these moments.

Isn’t that strange, given our circumstances?

Nevertheless, I hold her gaze as she reaches back and unclasps her bra. Her breasts tumble free as she throws it to the side and picks up her rhythm. Now I can watch her fuck me as her tits bounce up and down. I can’t resist them. I reach out and tweak her nipple, and she moans. I pull her forward, and I suck as deeply as she did on mine, pulling her nipple out with my teeth as she grinds along my hard shaft.

Her moaning picks up tempo—she’s not far off from her first orgasm. I pull back from her nipple and grasp her perfectly round ass. She wants a hard ride? I’ll make her sore for days.

I lift her and drop her back down, getting a little rough. She screams out in ecstasy, and I am driven on with the knowledge that this is what will get her to the finish line. I spread her ass cheeks as I raise and lower her over and over again, fucking her with all my might. She reaches forward and rubs her clit, but I notice that she’s not watching this time.

She is just feeling. Experiencing.

We’re in an awful lot of trouble. I wish I could care as my dick slides in and out of her, the friction winding up for a killer orgasm for us both. Her legs shake as I pump into her, the only sound in the room that of my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

“Ben! Fuck!”

Her body spasms around me, and it’s enough to milk me dry. I almost never come at the same time as my partner. In fact, I can’t remember ever doing it, but as my cum releases into her, that fact has now changed. Our bodies pulse as she collapses against my bare chest, and our bodies heave together as we fight to catch our breath.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her close. It’s a nice sensation. I find that I’m reluctant to let her go, which is a new one for me as well. My gaze darts to her broken-ass window, and reality crashes in.

Damn.

I have questioning I need to do at the station. Skippy has a lot to answer for, and I’m prepared to play as bad a cop as I need to so he’ll talk. I have failed to protect the people of this town long enough. I’m not going to fail again.

I can’t.

“What are you thinking about?”

I look up at Naomi and realize that she’s watching me. My limp dick is still resting inside her, but she doesn’t move, so neither do I.

“Your broken window. Someone ought to fix that.”

Her eyes lower—shoot, have I disappointed her with my answer? What did she want me to say? That I’m thinking about how much I’ve already failed her? That I’m not sure who she is, and I don’t know how to balance that with the fact that we’re clearly compatible in every way I thought I’d never know?

The window was the safest answer.

“Yes, well. Things have been a little hectic of late.”

The erotic spell is broken. Naomi slides off my lap and back into her dress. I notice she doesn’t bother with her underwear. I wanted to give her two orgasms, but it’s too late for that. With every passing second, she grows distant again, and I find myself wondering why.

This is not a pattern I enjoy.

I dress myself with haste, then I rise and stand before her. Even as strong as she’s pretending to be, I can tell she’s scared out of her mind, and that thought is enough to get me right back to being pissed off.

It’s time for me to go talk to Skippy and get some fucking answers.

“Do you have somewhere you can go? I don’t think it’s safe for you here.”

Her gaze combs over the room, and when she looks back up at me, her eyes are filled with loss and sadness. I would give anything to change that expression.

“You’re right, unfortunately. I think I’ll stay in a motel, for tonight.”

I nod, glad that she’s decided to be sensible, then I hesitate. I could invite her to stay with me, but the vibe isn’t right. She’s holding back still, and she sure as fuck doesn’t trust me. “If anything comes up, I’ll call you,” I say, silently cursing myself.

“Sounds good,” she says. She walks me to her front door and opens it, then steps aside for me to walk through.

I’m being dismissed again. This time, it feels much more personal. Do I mean anything at all to this woman besides a sex partner?

Did I seriously have that thought?

“Take care, Naomi. Make sure you lock your doors, no matter where you are. You’re clearly not safe.”

“Clearly,” she echoes, and her voice is melancholy.

Again, I’m left in the dark. There’s more here, but why the fuck won’t she open up to me enough to let me help her? A wave of annoyance washes over me, and I nod to her once.

“Goodbye then,” I say, and I turn on a heel and make my exit.

I can’t be distracted by any feelings I might have here. I have to refocus and get back in the game. When I reach the end of her walkway, she finally answers.

“Goodbye.”

Then she closes her door, and I’m a damned fucking idiot.