“Good girl,” he whispered the words in her ear. “Ride my hand. You feel so tight like this. I can’t wait to feel how tight you’ll be on my cock.”
He pushed his other hand up the hoodie to her breasts, finding her nipples hard. He pinched one without the gentleness he was using to finger her and her groan was louder.
The palm of his hand pressed against her clit, and her grip on him grew tighter. She was holding on.
Adding a third finger sent her over. Her head tipped back and she groaned loudly as she came, the walls of her channel pulsing around his fingers.
He kept them there as her orgasm subsided, waiting until she was focused back on him, breathless. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.
“You taste divine. Take my hoodie off, because I want to see your tits when I fuck you.”
Abby didn’t respond, she just pulled the hoodie from over her head and discarded it on the floor. He bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth sucking it hard, cupping the other.
Pulling back, he readjusted his sweatpants, freeing his hard cock. He was sat at an angle, his legs stretched out in front of him, giving them enough room for him to lift her closer.
She got the idea, holding his cock so she could sink straight down onto it, enveloping him in her hot tightness and he knew this was heaven and the only place he wanted to be.
He steadied her hips with his hands, his eyes taking in the view from where they were joined, over her toned stomach and to her breasts, then to her eyes, her beautiful eyes.
She was slim and slight, and although he knew from experience that she fully enjoyed riding him, that ankle shouldn’t be weight bearing, so he lifted her hips and brought her back down on his cock, using her body to fuck, shifting his hips to meet her, the movement hard and fast and needy.
Her tits bounced, her breath a mixture of sighs and moans, louder when he moved against the places that brought her to an edge from which he knew she could fall into heaven.
He felt her clench around his cock, the start of the spasms that milked his own orgasm. Falling had never been so good, and that was all he could do as he looked into her eyes and saw something he recognised as being in his own.
They stilled, just moving in for a kiss, soft, tender and as promising as the morning.
Alex didn’t headinto the station. His shift was to start at midday, a ten-hour stint that included a meeting with the Waterfoot team following on from the robbery of the store and the break in at Scott’s bar. But before then, he had another meeting, an alternative one.
There was every reason for him to go inside the house that he’d purchased at eight in the morning, but there was absolutely no reason for the other people to already be sitting in what was the kitchen, or the room where the kitchen should be. Someone had the foresight to bring camping chairs. Someone else had the foresight to bring breakfast, which consisted of supermarket-bought croissants and choc-au-pans, and even some fresh fruit, which meant it was Drew O’Malley’s idea. Drew was a health nut, but never exercised outdoors, mainly because he was weird.
“You’re here.” Alex eyed Drew. He hadn’t expected Drew to be joining them.
Loneghan rolled his eyes. “Yep, we have additional company as well as Mr O’Malley.”
Alex looked around but couldn’t see anyone apart from Loneghan, Indy and Drew, only then he heard a toilet flush.
“Good to know the water’s still working.” He glared at Loneghan as he spoke. “You know, it’s common courtesy to give the home-owner the head’s up if you’re bringing a guest.”
Loneghan laughed. “Wait till you see who it is.”
“Santa Claus.” Alex shook his head.
“Even better.”
There were footsteps and Alex couldn’t help but look at the doorway to see who it was.
He grinned like a madman when the person entered and strode straight over. Garrison had taken over in Severton when Alex’s serious crimes unit boss had needed an emergency gall bladder operation. Detective Inspector Rorrick McKay was one of Alex’s favourite people and he’d been devastated when he’d had to take sick leave. The sight of him now was just as good as Santa Claus.
Big hands clapped him on the back and bear hugged him. Alex wondered if it would be totally unmanly to shed a tear right now.
“You look fucking better than when I saw you last.”
McKay smiled. “Wife had me on some healthy diet shit. Note the past tense.” He took a seat on one of the camping chairs. “Now. I’ve got some information you all need to know, but first, we need to catch up young Alex there.”
Alex sat down on the remaining chair and glanced at Drew. He only had a certain level of tolerance for high-up police officers and Alex wasn’t sure how long he’d manage to stay put for.
“How come you’re here?”
