I've never been like this. Never let a man guide my actions. Never worn a skirt because someone told me to. Never stood in a police station imagining being fucked in it.
Never acted so disrespectful to the badge I swore to uphold.
But here I am, following Danny to his bike like a woman possessed. My legs are shaky, my panties are soaked through, and all I can think about is what he's going to do to me when we're alone.
"You driving yourself or riding with me?" Danny asks, straddling his motorcycle.
The memory of yesterday's ride crashes over me. His body between my thighs. The vibration of the engine against mypussy. My tits pressed against his back. His cock hard enough that I felt it through his jeans.
I should drive myself. Should maintain some distance. Some control.
"I'll ride with you," I hear myself say.
"You know what that's going to do to me."
"I know." My voice is breathless.
"You know what it's going to do to you too." He holds out the spare helmet. "That engine vibrating against your clit. Your tits pressed against my back. By the time we get to your place, you're going to be so wet you'll leave a mark on my seat."
A whimper escapes my throat. He's right. I know he's right. But I can't make myself care. I take the helmet and secure it, my hands trembling. Danny watches every movement, his blue eyes hungry. When I climb on behind him, settling my thighs around his, he groans.
"Fuck, Amanda." His hand comes back to grip my thigh. "You feel how hard I am?"
I move my hand to his bulge. His cock is pressing against his jeans, thick and demanding. I shift slightly, pressing my pussy against his back, and we both inhale sharply.
"Where do you live?" His voice is strained.
I give him my address, my arms wrapping around his waist. My fingers brush the bulge in his jeans, and he jerks at the contact.
"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right here in this parking lot." His hand tightens on my thigh. "Don't test me, officer."
The engine roars to life, and oh god, the vibration goes straight to my clit. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, pressing harderagainst Danny's back. My nipples are so hard they hurt, rubbing against the fabric of my bra with every breath.
We pull out of the parking lot and onto Main Street. Every bump in the road sends pleasure shooting through me. Every turn has Danny leaning the bike, his body shifting between my thighs. I'm going to come. I'm going to come right here on his motorcycle in broad daylight.
"Danny," I gasp against his back.
"I know." His hand squeezes my thigh again. "Hold on, baby. We're almost there."
Baby. He called me baby. The endearment combined with the vibration and the friction is too much. My pussy clenches, my thighs tighten around him, and I'm right on the edge—
He pulls into my apartment complex and kills the engine.
I slump against him, trembling, so close to orgasm it's painful. My pussy throbs with denial. Tears prick my eyes from frustration.
"Not yet." Danny's voice is rough. "When you come for the first time, it's going to be on my tongue. Understand?"
I can only nod.
He gets off the bike and helps me down. My legs are so shaky I nearly fall, but he catches me, his hands on my hips steadying me. We're in public. Neighbors could be watching, but he doesn't seem to care. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.
"You're soaked, aren't you? I can feel it through those panties. Bet if I slid my hand up that skirt right now, my fingers would come away dripping."
"Yes," I whimper.
"Good." He steps back, adjusting himself. His cock is straining against his jeans, impossible to miss. "Take me inside before I change my mind about waiting."
I fumble with my keys, my hands shaking so badly it takes three tries to unlock the door. Danny follows me up the stairs to my second-floor apartment, his presence at my back making my skin burn.
