He added some pressure to his seeking finger and breeched her tight hole. "You like this?"
She nodded. "So much."
He pumped his finger in and out of her rosebud. "Have you ever had anal sex?"
She nodded. "A few times."
"Did you like it?"
"Very much," she answered honestly. "There's no feeling like coming with a cock shoved deep in your ass."
He chuckled against her sensual mouth. "I'll have to take your word for it."
"Do you like anal?"
He nodded. "I do."
She narrowed her gaze. "But?"
He shrugged. "My wife, my ex-wife, wasn't into it. We tried twice and never did it again."
She patted his chest. "Luckily for you, I'm not your wife." She captured his mouth in an erotic kiss. "Let's take this into the bedroom."
He didn't have to be told twice. Jamie stepped back and let her rinse off before joining her on the bath mat. They quickly dried off and she tugged him behind her into the bedroom. He stood next to the bed as she crouched down and pulled a basket out from under the bed skirt. It was filled with sex toys, condoms and lube. Apparently she was a girl who liked to be prepared.
Corrie tossed a bottle of lubricant and a condom onto the bed. "I'm on the pill, by the way."
It struck him suddenly that he'd come inside her without even bothering to ask about her birth control status or if she was clean. Jesus, that was risky! "I'm clean."
"Me, too," she assured him. "But, if you're going to be screwing around now that you're divorced, you might want to remember to glove up, Jamie. You might not get so lucky the next time around."
Duly chastised, he nodded. "I will."
"Good." She hopped up onto the bed, pulled a pillow under her chest and got comfortable down on all fours. She wiggled her sweet ass and glanced over her shoulder. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck my ass, Jamie."
He couldn't help but laugh. She managed to be sexy and silly at the same time. Stepping closer to the bed, he slid down to his knees and grasped her ass cheeks in his big hands. He brushed his thumb over the pucker hidden there. She shivered and moaned.
After drizzling lube between her cheeks, he used his fingers to smear it around her asshole. She made little mewling sounds of enjoyment as he pushed a finger into her. Because she took one digit so easily, he worked a second into her. She was so fucking tight. He couldn’t wait to get his cock in there.
With two fingers buried knuckle-deep in her ass, he used the fingers of his other hand to work her pussy. She seemed to like having both holes penetrated. Her pussy was so fucking wet again. The slick lady cum dripped from her cunt and coated his fingers.
Jamie couldn't help himself. With her pussy and ass bared to him in such an inviting way, he buried his face in her cunt and feasted on her.
"Oh! Ah!
Yes
!" She cried out in ecstasy as he lapped at her clit and tongue-fucked her pussy. He thrust his two fingers in and out of her ass, stretching her hole and helping her relax. He groaned against her sweet cunt and suckled her clit. She squealed with delight and pushed back against his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her pussy and ate her like it might be his last meal.
But he didn't let her come. He left her trembling and panting and hovering on the edge. He wanted her relaxed and ready for his cock.
"Jamie, please," she begged and reached back to clutch his arm. "Please, no more. Take me. Put your cock in me."
"You want my cock in your ass, little girl?"
"Yes, Detective," she said breathlessly. "I want your cock in my ass."
His dick throbbed painfully. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip. He quickly sheathed himself in a condom and slathered more lube on his latex-gloved shaft. Grasping the base of his dick, he pressed the head against her hole and gently pushed forward. She went still beneath him but didn't ask him to stop. He breached her ring and left just the head of his cock inside her. Just in case he was misreading her cues, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes! Fuck. Don't stop, Jamie." She fisted her comforter in her hands. "Don't stop."
He wasn't about to, not now. Jamie pushed forward another inch or so and then retreated. He held her plump ass cheeks wide open and watched his cock gliding in and out of her ridiculously tight hole. It was the fucking dirtiest sight he'd ever seen.
The way she responded to having her ass plowed stunned him. She loved it! He'd heard there were women who liked backdoor action but he'd never been lucky enough to find one—until now, that is.
"Jamie! Oh! More!" She rocked on her hands and knees and met his thrusts with such enthusiasm. "Harder, Jamie.
Harder
!"
He grasped her hips and pounded her ass. His cock thrust balls-deep with every down stroke and pulled out until just the tip of him remained inside her. He loved the warm, snug embrace of her back channel. "God, Corrie. God!"
"Jamie! Jamie!"
His name sounded so good spilling from her lips. He put a foot up on the bed for better leverage and really gave it to her. She clutched at his calf, her paint-splattered nails digging into his skin. He didn't care. The sharp sensation just amplified every ripple of pleasure he experienced. "Take it, Corrie. Take my cock."
"Yes!
Yes
!"
"Are you going to come for me?" He thrust deep and fast. "You going to milk my cock with your tight little ass?"
"
Ooh
! Oh!" She slipped a hand between her legs and shifted all her weight to her other palm. As she flicked her clit, he sucked in a steadying breath and tried to ignore the building need to come. Those first shuddery spasms invaded his lower belly but he concentrated on the far wall. "Jamie! Oh, fuck.
Fuck
! I'm coming. I'm coming!"
He didn't need the announcement. He felt the fluttering waves of her climax as her ass began to rhythmically clench and release his dick. He lost it then. Like a feral beast, he hammered her ass with his throbbing cock. He fucked her right through the waves of her climax to find his own release.
With a wild growl, he slammed deep into her ass and shot his cum. Explosions of ecstasy burst within him, making his toes curl and his heart stutter. He jerked awkwardly and closed his eyes while reveling in the sensation of a damn fine orgasm.
Legs like jelly now, he slumped forward against her back. She slid down onto her belly and he slipped out of her ass. He fell onto the bed beside her. She snuggled back against his chest and idly stroked his arm. After a rough fuck like that, the moment was oddly sweetly and…nice.
For a long time, they caressed and kissed and smiled. Finally, Corrie spoke. She twisted in his arms to face him and trailed her fingertips down his jaw. "You want to stay?"
He was tempted to stay into bed with her. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't lonely in his apartment. Besides, it would be fun to squeeze in another round of nookie before his shift in the morning. With a shake of his head, he reluctantly explained, "I have to work in the morning. I should go."
She shrugged and kissed his cheek. "Whatever."
He studied her for a second. He didn't see any kind of annoyance or anger in her face. She seemed to be fine with him leaving. He'd been out of the dating game so long he didn't understand these new rules. Apparently random hookups could end as abruptly as they started without offending anyone.
Jamie found his clothes and shoes. He got dressed as Corrie leaned against the living room wall and watched him. She seemed so comfortable and not the least bit self-conscious. Naked and glistening with sweat, she walked him to the door. Smiling, she said, "So…"
He chuckled a little nervously. "Yeah."
"This was nice. Unexpected," she added with an impish grin. "If I'd known you would spank my ass and fuck me like that, I would have cranked my music up every night."
Jamie believed her. This girl had a kinky streak a mile wide. "If I'd known I'd get this kind of response, I would have marched up here and beat down your door that first night." He cupped her jaw. "Thanks."
"No need for that." She lifted on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I'll see you around."
It wasn't a question. Her intent was clear. She was open to seeing him again. He figured that was a good thing and left her apartment. Back in his place, he locked the door, undressed and collapsed in bed. Sleep found him quickly. That night, his dreams were X-Rated.
His alarm beeped way too early. Unable to help himself, he hit the snooze button twice. He woke with a hard-on that refused to budge. Safe in his shower, he lathered up and stroked his rock-hard cock to a quick eruption. The sight and smell of his cum brought back the memories of his night with Corrie. He could still feel her wet cunt enveloping him, could still taste the sweet musk of her pussy, and would never forget plowing her ass while she came.
His gaze drifted to the ceiling. She was still asleep. Was she dreaming of him? Was he hammering her tight cunt in her dreams? Was she screaming his name? Did she really want to see him again or was he simply being pathetic?
Annoyed with himself for even going there, Jamie grunted with frustration and finished his shower. He shaved and dressed in his usual suit and tie. Those two extra whacks of the snooze button had left him running late. He fixed a quick cup of coffee, dumped it in his travel mug and raced for the front door. Hopefully there were still some granola bars in his desk.
Jamie was taken aback when he opened his front door. There, sitting on his welcome mat, was a basket of muffins wrapped in bright yellow cellophane and orange ribbon. He crouched down and lifted the basket. Even before he plucked free the hot pink envelope and retrieved the card tucked inside, he knew who'd placed the basket on his doorstep. Corrie's loopy handwriting greeted him.
From your very, very good girl…
Smiling, he noticed the little arrow on the bottom right corner of the card. He turned it over—and nearly fainted. It was a picture of Corrie's bare pussy and ass with a hot pink butt plug in place. White-hot need pierced his belly. His gaze scanned her message.
And your very, very bad girl.
Chuckling to himself, Jamie tucked the picture into his wallet and carried the basket of muffins to his truck. For the first time in a long time, he couldn't wait to finish his shift and get home. That lonely, empty apartment no longer seemed so daunting.
Besides, he had a feeling a certain dirty girl was going to need to be taught another lesson tonight. A very long, very hard lesson…
The End.
The second I ducked into the small room, I realized my mistake. I spotted the impeccably dressed man with his back to me and the phone he held to his ear. It took me only a heartbeat to realize it was Jack Richmond, the conservative politician headlining the night's fundraiser and one of my father's good friends. Apparently, this room, a sort of staging area for the ballroom, wasn't a safe hideout after all.
I started to retreat but Jack turned just in time to see me. The glimmer of recognition in his pale brown eyes fixed me in place. With a crook of his finger, he beckoned me to stay. Reluctantly, I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me. He made a locking gesture with his hand. I thought it odd but didn't hesitate to do as he'd asked. He probably didn't want anyone else barging in on his private call.
When he finished his call, he slipped his phone into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "So, Bee, what are you running from?"
He'd known me long enough to feel comfortable using my father's nickname for me. I shrugged and leaned back against the door. "I've heard enough speeches about health care and family values to last me a lifetime."
His smile surprised me. It wasn't the cheesy politician smile plastered on his campaign materials. This was a real, warm smile that momentarily disarmed me. "We're in Texas, Bee. You're in the wrong state for hearing speeches on the liberal agenda."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a liberal."
"No?" His eyes glinted with amusement. "I'm pretty sure that protest where you got picked up for disorderly conduct had some rather liberal roots."
I sighed. "It wasn't like that."
"Your father would disagree."
"My father is out of bounds tonight." The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my father's disappointment in me.
His smile faded and he took a step toward me. "I'm sorry, Bee. I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's fine."
"It's not. I know things are tense between the two of you. I shouldn't have gone there with the protest arrest."
"No," I agreed. "But it is what it is, Jack."
"He'll come around. You'll see. You're his baby girl and he loves you."
I bit my tongue instead of pointing out that my father loved the person he wanted me to be not the person I actually was. Desperate to change the subject, I asked, "So what's your keynote speech about?"
Jack chuckled. "Family values. Fiscal policy. Health care reform."
I groaned and tipped my head back against the door. "I like you, Jack, but I don't think I can sit through another speech like that."
He feigned an injury and touched a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt, Bee."
That teasing grin of his warmed me. Not for the first time, I was forced to admit that Jack had that sexy, clean-cut thing going for him. He had classic good looks with his square jaw and dark hair. I liked that he didn't do that shellac hairstyle so many male politicians favored. He had that All-American boyishness about him.
There was something intriguing about the congressman. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had a feeling that behind that squeaky clean, conservative façade, Jack Richmond was a very naughty boy.
He took two more steps, closing the short distance between us. His scent, something woodsy and masculine, enveloped me. My lower belly quivered as Jack's searing gaze raked my body. I'd worn the most conservative cocktail dress I could find but still showed just enough skin to keep it interesting. Jack's expression displayed his appreciation for the small peek of tanned flesh.