Chapter 2
Megan
I was waiting at a street corner like a common streetwalker. It was in a better part of Chicago where the influence of Frankie was more or less stunted. I had sent a text message to a supposed female friend, but in reality, it was earmarked for Nathan.
He was always about making an entrance and being the center of attention. This time was different.
He wasn’t even wearing the uniform. It was a crying shame considering my fascination for the boys in blue. It didn’t stop me from undressing him with my eyes and licking my lips with the anticipation of branding him with my mark.
“Megan, I hope this is important. I don’t need this on my first day off in weeks. I was planning to sleep in when I got your message last night.” He had a scruff of beard making me itchy to get my hands down his pants.
The authority and the tone of his voice had me squirming with this excess sexual energy in the air. It wasn’t even his usual patrol car. This black Mustang was my Achilles’ heel. The leather interior and how he took care of his car made me wonder what other things he could do with his hands.
This wasn’t the first time I had impure thoughts about him, but it was the first time I wanted to act on it.
“You know how this arrangement makes me want to retch. There’s a shipment of arms coming into the port in three days. Frankie has been working with a politician to clean up the streets. It might look that way on paper, but his intentions are insidious.” I saw the twitch of his manhood out of the corner of my eye against the confines of his zipper.
Those jeans were snug on his 6-foot frame and 220 pounds of solid muscle. A huge part of that was swinging between his legs. I hadn’t seen it at its full potential but I could guesstimate its size by how he seemed to be getting excited in my presence. I did my best to tease him mercilessly.
I used one hand to blatantly open one button on my red blouse to show off the cleavage of my Victoria secret. I didn’t know what came over me. I could only attribute it to seeing my life flash before my eyes jumping from the ledge.
“Um, this is a good start, but I’m going to need more than that.” I suspected this was what he was going to say, but I still felt this urge to see him in the flesh.
“I’ve never disappointed in the past and I won’t start now.” My information over the years had brought down many of Frankie’s competitors.
“I need the time and day of the shipment.” I looked at him and was overwhelmed with this fire down below.
“How long have we been playing this game, Nathan? I’ve played this moment in my head many times in varying scenarios.” I made him gasp with his eyes bulging from his skull when I grabbed him.
“I don’t…like to mix business with pleasure. Please try to refrain yourself from acting this way.” He could say whatever he wanted, but he wasn’t trying to push my hand away from massaging his length.
“You say one thing but your body is screaming something else. I don’t know why we never broached the topic.” It had been a couple of years since I had even mentioned the possibility of getting my freedom back.
“I have thought about it, but we have to get a hold of ourselves.” That was what I was attempting to do by pulling at his zipper. I could hear each track as it slowly exposed the bulge inside his black briefs.
“I’m not usually one to take no for an answer. I would think by now you would know that about me.” I could feel the heat of his monument to manhood through the fabric.
We were parked at the far end of a mall with people moving about outside the window. He wasn’t wearing his gun, but he did have a loaded weapon with many shots in the chamber. It was a 9-inch revolver with this huge helmet trying to push past the waistband of his underwear.
“This is highly irregular. How do you expect me to fight off your advances?” During a moment of weakness when he was drinking in a bar, he had revealed the love he had lost in an unexpected robbery gone bad.
“I don’t want you to fight this.” I snuck my hands into the opening and found him already leaking.
The white-hot cream was smooth between my finger and my thumb. I saw it jerk with the head growing twice its size. It wasn’t hard to get closer to the object of my desire. I laid my head in his lap with my hot breath claiming his member as my victim.
An older cougar carrying a multitude of bags walked by and stopped short. She glanced in our direction. I put my hand up to my mouth with my finger to silence any objection.
Nathan had his eyes closed and didn’t notice we had an audience. It fueled me like a drug to put on a performance of a lifetime. I gave a gesture with my finger to come closer and she looked around nervously before taking a few tentative steps.
She was at the window with an unbiased view of his equipment. She put the bags of groceries down and knelt at the door with her blond hair framing her cherubic face. Her nipples were hard enough to cut through glass.
“I want you to keep your eyes closed. Use your other senses to compensate. Treat it like a game to see how long you can last. I’m curious to know what kind of patience you have.” I stuck out my tongue and moved it in a straight line over the pronounced vein down the back.
I grabbed it at the base and circled my fingers to see that they wouldn’t reach. It was a thick pipe, unyielding with the color changing during my hands-on approach.
“I haven’t done anything like this in quite some time. I sometimes forget I have needs. I hope you don’t think this means we are an item.” The thought hadn’t even occurred to me, but I could see having a steady diet of what he possessed.
“You must be a hair trigger from going off. I like to take my time. I will know when you are ready.” It would’ve been something to walk in his shoes for one week.
No woman would be safe. I couldn’t see how any man could wield their appendage without wanting to fuck every second of the day. I would take full advantage of being equipped and use my knowledge of the female anatomy to make many of them squeal.
“Megan, I like that you’re in no hurry. I would like to put sex on the table.” His head was bobbing up and down in an affirmative gesture.
I lapped up what was clinging to his shaft like a starving kitten.
The woman watching put her hand up to her mouth and the other one was squeezing her breasts through the pedestrian white blouse.
“I don’t know when the last time I have given head in a car.” I opened my mouth and descended on his manly persuasion.
He threw his head back and moaned unceremoniously with no idea we had a voyeur. I inhaled the head and concentrated with extra emphasis on the most sensitive part of a man. I could see how his balls had inflated to the size of grapefruits. He was building up steam with the rock hard evidence of his excitement close to relieving him of his burden.
His hips involuntarily drove several inches to the back of my mouth. I was no stranger to the art of going down on a man. Deepthroat was a technique I had mastered with several willing men. I pushed him past the resistance with the ring of my throat grabbing him in a tight vise.
“I don’t think anybody would believe me, but you are in a league of your own. I want to run away from the pleasure, but it’s too much for any man to resist. Your tongue is amazing and I never know where it’s going to be next. Take it all.” I was skinning his flute with the surface of my crimson lips.
I was going all the way down and then back up to where only the head remained encased between my lips. It pushed up against my cheek framing the outline of the mushroom shape. I drove my mouth up and down in a familiar fashion. This was so much better than his hand to satisfy those carnal cravings.
He was on the precipice with the apex of his pleasure simmering at the head. It wouldn’t take much more to draw out his orgasm. I cradled his balls, warming them to my touch and squeezing every so often to break the monotony.
The woman’s eyes were half closed and her hands had disappeared. The way that she was licking her lips confirmed my suspicion she was consumed by her own needs.
I stuck my hand up underneath my skirt and found the crotch of my panties soaking wet. I peeled them away from the lips to move my finger down the length of my slit. I made this animalistic sound around the head with the vibration traveling down the length of those inches.
My head became a blur of motion and I couldn’t control myself. The finger slipped inside and found my sex grabbing onto it for dear life. I was bubbling to the surface and my thumb found the protrusion of my little friend. Rubbing it in a circle had me unconsciously grazing my teeth along his sensitive flesh.
I plunged two fingers into the gaping hole between my legs. The sound of my fingers at work was like music to my ears.
I released him from my oral cavity with the color of purple announcing his discharge. My hand was mounting an attack with his masculinity enclosed in my fist. I squeezed a little harder like he was a tube of toothpaste.
The windows had fogged up. I was giving this woman her own personal peep show. She was biting her knuckle and leaving the imprint of her teeth buried in her flesh.
She looked around after she came out of her post-orgasmic trance. Her face had flushed. She got up with her hands smoothing out her skirt down to her knees. She leaned forward and waited for the main event. There was no way that she was going to miss this.
“I can’t hold it back any longer.” I put one hand over his mouth and he was biting the palm of my hand during the moment of truth.
I continued undeterred and watched the eye of the storm begin to churn with lightning in a bottle. It turned into a fountain firing indiscriminately into the air. I milked him dry and turned to find our mysterious guest had vanished.
“I think you have more to give me.” I sealed my lips around the crown and felt it buck three more times in my mouth.
He paint brushed my tongue with the remainder of his boiling seed. I should’ve taken the intensity, but I wanted her to witness something she could take back to her significant other.
Somewhere there was a man unprepared for the beast to come out of its cage. She was going to be all over her lover from the moment he stepped through the door.
“I’m exhausted beyond words. You were a bad girl. This is a sticky mess. I don’t even want to think about what my dry cleaner is going to say when I bring these items in to have cleaned.” His buzz cut was a magnet for my hands and I held his head in between my bosom.
“That was nothing. I want you to remember that feeling. The next time is going to be 10 times greater. I can tell from the look in your eyes this is something you want to be a part of. I promise to burn the sheets with our twisting bodies.” I gave him a kiss and forged my tongue into his mouth with fiery determination.
He returned the embrace and ran his hand down to the small of my back. I was grinding against his depleted state with my panty clad mound. I felt this resurgence in his libido.
“I think that I can find something. I hate to ruin things by talking about business. You need to get me the number of the port and the time when the shipment is set to come in. We can celebrate after the dust settles.” I still tasted him on my lips and it was becoming a guilty aphrodisiac for all of my senses.