She glided her tongue up my cock, slowly letting go before sitting up and climbing onto my lap again. I cupped both her tits in my hand as she surged forward, kissing me until she was whimpering with need. I let go and tugged her panties aside, feeling her wetness one last time and plunging two fingers deep inside her eager pussy. She was so goddamned tight. I couldn’t wait to feel her choking on my cock.
She grabbed the condom from my outstretched hand and tore it open, taking my cock in her hand and rolling it down my length. Aligning my cock with her entrance, our eyes met in the dark, and she lowered herself down. She moaned as she took me in.
Then there was nothing but her warm, slick heat.
“Don’t hold back,” she whimpered, skimming her nails up my stomach and over my nipples. “Let me feel you, Mark.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. She rolled her hips as my hands fell and gripped them harshly. She rode me hard, making small cries of pleasure and taking every inch. I dug my fingers into her hip, bucking harder as she fell forward, gripping my shoulders loosely.
There was just enough room for me to lean forward and take one of her stiff nipples in my mouth. I bit and nibbled, lashing my tongue against her peak as her whimper turned into a strangled moan. I could feel the tremors in her pussy and knew she was getting close. I was right on edge, but there was no way in hell I was coming before her. I wanted to feel her spasm on my cock. I changed the angle slightly so with every thrust, my pelvic bone would grind on her clit. She wordlessly nodded her head and opened her eyes.
“Fill me, Mark. Come with me. I want to feel every inch of your thick cock as you let go.”
Her pussy was tightening around me like a vise, and her hands gripped my shoulders. My balls tightened up as her first spasm hit me, choking my cock and sending me over the edge. I exploded inside of her, groaning unintelligible words and losing all rhythm. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet peach scent. She squeezed my shoulders and took over, slowly grinding her hips into mine as she drew out our orgasms, and we fell back down.
“Holy fuck,” she said, leaning forward to put her head on my chest. The windows were fogged, and we were both sweaty and sticky, but I didn’t care. I just needed her, wanted her close. No casual hook-up ever felt like this. I’d never known with anyone what I felt when I was with her, and it was all the more reason this had to end when I moved out. She had enough on her plate without the stresses that come with dating someone on the force. It would mean dating someone who works too many hours, invests their whole selves in what they do, then comes home weighed down by the burden of the things seen. I wouldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t do that to her. She was starting to mean too much.
My spent cock slipped out of her, and I groaned with the loss, kissing her forehead. She sat up, with her hair plastered to the side of her face and a lazy smile on her lips.
“My knees are weak.”
“Mine too, baby.”
I kneaded her ass and thighs as she scooted back before throwing her leg over to sit beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. I stretched my arm out and pulled her close until I could hear our heartbeats slow down and sync up.
“Sleep with me tonight—no more separate beds. I want to wake up with you in my arms,” I muttered, running a hand up her thigh. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a bad idea, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed her close. This was only temporary, so I was going to soak up every single second.
“Hmm.” She nodded her head and blinked slowly, letting the words sink in before giving me a smile that lit up her entire face. “Yes, please. Now take me to bed.”
She leaned forward and ran her fingers over my chest before grabbing her dress from the floor. Not bothering with her bra, she shimmied the dress on and crawled back upfront. When her gorgeous ass came into view, I tugged the fabric up and swatted her again, earning a delighted squeak. I stored that information away for later and tied off the condom before hiking my briefs and jeans up.
The dome lights turned on as I opened the back door, revealing Jenna’s flushed cheeks and my ruined shirt. I walked back to the driver’s side and got in, leaning across the console to give Jenna a tender kiss.
The truck started with a roar, and I turned on the defroster to get rid of the steam on the windows and pulled back on the main road, heading to the house. Reaching across the console, I entwined her fingers with mine, noticing how well they fit together and wondering if she’d be up for round two when we got back. She squeezed my hand and winked, making my heart feel fuller yet sadder than it had in a while.
Phoebe greeted us with an angry meow, trying to climb up my leg, and I pried her off while Jenna dropped her heels by the door and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed her food dish, and I sat Phoebe down to grab the water dish. We were in sync, and when Jenna walked to the faucet to mix a little water with the food, I couldn’t help leaning down to nuzzle her neck. She pressed her back to me and sighed, reaching up with one hand to cup the back of my neck and run her fingers through my hair.
“Mmm,” she hummed, giving my hair a light tug. “I could get used to this.”
So could I.
“I could get used to what we did in my truck,” I answered, biting down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
She giggled, and I kissed her shoulder, then replaced Phoebe’s water before heading to my bedroom. I stripped off my ruined shirt and shucked out of my jeans, tossing them in the hamper and putting on a T-shirt and gym shorts. I was serious when I said no more separate bedrooms. My phone charger and small gun safe were lying on the nightstand with Chapstick and a cat toy. Scooping everything up, I took it to our bedroom and put it on the opposite nightstand.
Her walk-in closet door was partially open, but I wasn’t going to encroach on her space that much right now. A little bell tinkled, and I turned around to see Phoebe trot in front of me with something dangling from her mouth. It was brown and spotted, and as she pawed further away, it moved.
“Phoebe,” I cried, taking two steps forward to catch her.
Fucking hell, she has a toad in her mouth.
“Spit that out, crazy girl. What’s the matter with you?” I wrapped my hand around the tiny toad, but Phoebe refused to let go. Instead, she hissed at me.
Me.Her Cat-Daddy!
“Gross. Let go,” I said in a firmer voice, tugging lightly on the toad. The leg still in her mouth stretched and stretched, but she wasn’t giving up her prize.
“Hey Mark,” Jenna said, walking into the bedroom and stopping short when she saw the crazy spectacle. “Oh shit. Phoebe, drop the toad.”
