S I STEERED her back to the bar there was a bloom in her cheeks. That whole thing with the song kind of took me by surprise. I’m not a dancer, not by inclination or by habit. I’ll step out onto a minefield easier than a dance floor. It had happened so naturally, I didn’t expect it.
There was sitting a guy at a table on the edge of the floor, I swear that when we stopped he was going to clap. The look I shot him clued him what he’d get if he slapped his hands together just once or made the slightest whisper of a sound. He got the message.
Back at the bar, she looked up into my face and a rush of sensation went through me. I wanted to fuck her. Obviously. But urgently. It was a pressing need.
All the time she had moved in front of me I’d savored the thought of how her curves would feel in my hands. The heat of her luscious body as it pressed against my chest. How her spine would wriggle and shake into to life. How her breath would taste.
A heady image played in my mind of her, on her back in a pile of thick, soft pillows, her legs in the air, parted so that I could feast on her. Taste the delicious flower that I just gotten such an intoxicating breath of. With her ass cheeks in my hands and her thighs clamped firmly around my head, I just knew she would make the most fabulous moans and she’d rumble like a forest fire when I licked and teased her and learned her secret rhythm.
Dancing with her had given me clues. Images played in my head of how I’d coax her, make her open up. Kindle her and awaken her. Fire her up until she cracked open. Drink and suck her into one explosive orgasm after another. My whole body tightened at the thought of her darkest, deepest flavors. Man, I loved nothing better than a fuck any day, but the weight of my wanting for this firecracker was right off the damned scale.
There was her infuriating resistance to overcome, but that was just going to be the hunt. The chase. The very thought made me achingly hard for how we’d finally get there. And for how she would be, clawing hot, sweaty, panting and hungry for me.
We had a couple of drinks. She was whip-smart and relaxed at the same time. Intelligence in a woman is a turn on for me, and Vesper was off the scale hot. Not to mention her body moved like a poem made flesh.
She carried a little weight on her frame, and I really love that, but she was quick and nimble. I couldn’t get my head out of how she was going to be in the sack, thinking about of all that energy, rising like a wave and crashing to rise again. Every scent of her made me want to lean closer.
I had to hold myself back, restrain the urge to just sweep her up, pull her to me and have our bodies wrap and enfold. To pry her open and drive into her. With some effort I stayed focussed on what she was saying, even though my whole every beat of my pulse seemed to be into my cock and pointing directly at her.
At one point I asked her, “What made you want to be in law enforcement in the first place? You don’t strike me as the goody-goody type.”
She said, “I’m not. Is that how you see everyone in the enforcement agencies?”
“No, that’s just one kind. There are two types. The rest would mostly be criminals themselves, only they don’t have the stomach for it.”
“So you think that’s what I am? Someone who wishes they could rob banks, maybe wave a gun around?”
“No. You don’t seem like that at all. That’s why I asked.”
“It was something I wanted since high school. I wasn’t always sure how, but I knew I wanted to do something connected with the law.”
It struck me, how she said, ‘Since high school.’ Not ‘Since I was in high school.’ I wondered if something had happened.
“I majored in law at college. Then moved on to a Master's in Criminology. I thought I might be an attorney. A crusading angel in the courtroom, you know? Revenge for the wronged, bringing justice down on the wicked.”
“What went wrong?”
“Oh, nothing. I liked litigation. Arguing a case. I always love the way that the law works, like an intricate piece of clockwork, you know? Every part fits together.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Only it often tells the wrong time.”
If only I’d have known then where all this would really lead.
“Well,” she said, “We can agree to differing opinions about that. I’m not saying the law always gets it right, but I would say that it evens out over time.”
“Oh, right. ‘He may not have been guilty of this one, but he sure as hell got away with others.’”
“Something like that.”
“So, all those black men in jail, they really are all crooks. Only some of them just don’t know it.”
“I said it doesn’t get it right all the time.”
“And all the Wall Street bankers. None of them should be spending their days and nights in the cells.”
“Honestly? You’re right. It’s not a perfect system. But the people, the general public, they don’t always help. Everyone has their own pet causes and the people they want to see jailed, the people they wish would be released. And they’re the people that make up the juries.”
“You know the one thing people on both sides of the fence, my side and yours can usually agree about? What makes it go wrong most of the time is the lawyers.”
“I don’t think that. I think it’s everybody. Everyone thinks the law should be blind and act without fear or favor, until it’s their friend or relative, their son or daughter or the politician they always liked and trusted on the stand. When that person winds up under a microscope, then the law should be flexible. And people believe that at every level.”
“So what good does the FBI do?”
“Honestly? Of all the agencies, of all the parts of the system, I’d say the Bureau gets it right more often. Maybe even more important, I think the FBI gets it wrong less often.”
“Only when you get it wrong, you get it really wrong.”
“We don’t do traffic stops and petty larceny. We don’t handle too many small cases. When the bureau shows up, there’s been some serious crime.”
“Or there’s about to be.”
“Okay. You have to really know what you’re talking about to be saying stuff like that. In a bar, when you’re making a noise with your buddies, I guess you can say what you like. But around me, around a Special Agent? We put a lot of pride and dedication into what we do. You want to call us out, you better have some facts on your side, boy.”
She was still cool. She could make an argument like that and still be twirling her drink with an easy gleam in her eye.
“You should have been an attorney. You’d have made a good one.”
“I was. And I did.” She held up her glass. It was nearly empty. And I knew she was playing a game. She would buy her own drinks if she felt like it. I was ready to bet she could draw herself up straight and say, ‘the hell you think you’re doing buying me drinks?’ That incorruptibility, that independence. When it suited her. This was a woman with a lot of facets. Wouldn’t do to take your eye off this one for too long.
She was leaning in towards me and I moved back a little. I said, “You dance like you got bugs in your pants.”
Her leg shifted nearer and her toes pointed at me. “You’re charm all the way up, aren’t you.”
“All the way down, maybe.” I smirked.
She threw her head back, exposing her long, lovely neck. “If you’re heading down tonight,” she laughed, “you’ll be on your own.”
I gave her a grin. “Oh, no. Any given night there are a dozen foolish women. And one smart one.”
“Lucky you if there are the foolish ones.” She looked up at me across her glass.
I grinned as I shook my head slowly, “The smart one is the prize. But she may not always be smart enough to know it.”
Her eyelids lowered. “You do think highly of yourself.”
My tongue slipped across my lips, “I’m just going by reviews.”
“Well, I think I’ll leave you to revel in your Trip Advisor page. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“Oh, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m going to work.”
“Cute. I’ll walk out with you.”
“Now you’re being cute.” She fought back a smile as she looked up at me, “You make it sound like high school. The football star and the nerdy girl.”
I held open the door to the steps and out of the bar. My cock twitched at the scent of her as she slipped by. Inhaling deep I said, “You’d be the prom queen.”
Her ass shook as she turned, “Flatterer.”
“Or, more likely, the girl who should have been the prom queen, if only the other girl hadn’t blown more guys to get votes.”
“Oh, that’s clever.“ her eyes twinkled, “Push-pull. Hmm. Wait while I make a note.”
“You want me to take you home?”
“Nice try, mafia guy. No, I can make it on my own, thanks.”
“You know the way?”
“What?”
“I meant my home, not yours.”
“I like a man who doesn’t give up. Shame you’re not him.”
“Your loss.”
“I know, right? My life is basically over at this point.”
We stepped out into the night and she stood near me. Neon flickers reflected on the wet sidewalks. Night time traffic passed and I watched the gleam of the lights in her eyes.
“We may as well share a cab since we’re going the same way.”
“What makes you think that we are?”
“Whether we go to your place or mine, or straight to a hotel, we’ll be headed in the same direction.”
“Okay, that’s enough laughs for tonight, cowboy. If you want to find a ride, you’d probably better get busy.”
I caught her wrist and yanked her close. I pulled a little too hard, accidentally on purpose. Her eyes blazed. I held on to her waist. Lightning fast, she shoved her forearm up under my chin, while I still had hold of her and pushed me back, up against the wall. There was fire in her eyes.
I let her hold me like that. Felt the hot pulse in her body. Her full breasts pressed against me and her nipples were hard like bullets, scraping against me through her bra and her shirt. I savored the heat of her scent. Let my tongue moisten my lips as I looked her up and down. I bent my head towards her, just enough to taste the sweetness of her breath. She shook her head but her hips pushed against mine.
Her shaking head said ‘no,’ but her eyes, her tongue as if flicked around her lips and the push of her pelvis; they all said ‘yes’ like a sinful chorus. I spun her. She resisted, so it took some force. As I turned her and got her back to me, she ground her soft ass against me and the strain in my pants was getting fierce. She flashed a grin.
She heaved back with her pelvis and pulled my arm fast. She leaned forward and dragged me across her shoulder. I turned as I went over, and landed on my feet. I used the momentum to pull her up, off of her feet. Flipped her so her legs were in the air.
Her wide grin went all the way up to the fury in her eyes. It flashed hot before she could pull it back. Upside down, with her hair waving, if anything she looked even better. Maybe it was the rage that was pulsing through her. Maybe it was her scent that was making me wild.
This was going to be fantastic.
She threw her weight back to pull me over again, but I leaned and kept my feet on the ground. She was bent over backward, and I was bent over her.
I was facing her stomach and my cock can’t have been far from her nose. Her breath was hot on my thigh. I had swollen so fucking hard, my cock felt like a telegraph pole and it strained in my pants.
With a chuckle, I asked her, “Are you sure we should be doing this in the street?” I was almost talking to her pussy. She must have felt that, too, because her hips rolled and she writhed. I held her tighter. “This isn’t the kind of thing the bureau want to see its Special Agents busted for, is it?”
She twisted and we grappled, wrestling. She grunted and I could hear that she was holding it back. Good God, I couldn’t wait.
With a heave, she jumped up underneath me and span. I was turned and I tumbled. I hit the sidewalk on my back. She kneeled on my arms and held my pelvis. Her pussy was just out of sight above my head. The scent wasn’t out of range and I could almost taste how fucking excited she was.
My back arched and I flipped my hips up. She slammed my pelvis back to the ground. I had to change the dynamic somehow or I would be seriously falling in love.