Protect and Serve (7 page)

Was I really doing this? His words echoed in my mind:

What do you want, Chandra?

My mind was muddled by the dull ache still pulsing through my pussy and the insane desire welling up from every part of my body, but I tried to think of an answer to his question. Did I want this? Was I ready for it? Would it even be right? I was supposed to be protecting the witness, not fucking his brains out—I was fairly certain that last bit went against some unspoken witness protection rule.

A thought occurred to me just then, a silly one, but a justification for my desire nonetheless: what would “Lawanda” do?

“I want you inside me,” I whispered at last. The words tasted bittersweet as they left my lips, as though I’d given up the advantage in exchange for fulfilling my most primal need.

It was also the sexiest thing I could come up with. My life hadn’t exactly been full of incredible sexual experiences. I’d run through a couple of half-assed boyfriends who didn’t know how to handle a strong black woman, and they sure as hell didn’t make me feel the way Nathan was making me feel right now. Every nerve in my body was on a hair-trigger, and as his hand swept in slow motion back down over my hip and around my ass toward my inner thigh, I let out the loudest moan of my life.

“Shh… Your friends might be listening,” Nathan whispered, his fingertips moving upward and over the molten swell of my sensitive folds. I bit my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood as he released a soft but sensual grunt, my hips bucking against his skilled fingertips.

“You have such a perfect pussy,” he told me. It made my whole body quiver.

“Please, Nathan,” I begged, struggling to keep my voice low. But he ignored my pleading, his hand slipping up beneath my wetness and sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting through my body, making the hair on my arms and nape stand on end.

I couldn’t take much more of this torture. As delicious as it was, it had been too long since I’d had a man inside of me. I was desperate for it, aching for it, my tight channel squeezing and throbbing as I thought of what it might feel like to have Nathan Hale invade it. I’d seen how impossibly thick his dick was. I was sure he’d fuck me in half, if I let him.

And I wanted to. Oh, God, I wanted to.

I tried to pull back from the wall, to spin myself around and force myself on him, but Nathan held my hips firm and made it clear I wasn’t moving. He stared into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze stealing a whimper from my lungs.

“Fuck me, Nathan,” I begged him once again. “Just do it. Please don’t make me wait…”

“No,” he answered, nibbling softly on my sensitive earlobe. I moaned, trailing off into a desperate whine. “Not yet.”

“Let me suck your cock. Please,” I said, my voice dripping with sex as his fingers explored me, rolling soft circles around my delicate nub. I could feel a certain, familiar tension burgeoning between my hips, the kind that pulled my belly flat from the inside and made me wiggle against Nathan’s hard, hungry body. My toes curled into the carpet as he teased and tantalized that spot, never providing quite enough friction for me to fully release.

“You can’t handle it, can you, Chandra? You’re so used to being in control. All you want to do is call the shots,” he said, a finger slipping inside me, forcing a gasp from my lips. It certainly wasn’t as thick as his massive cock was, but it was better than nothing at all, and I reveled in the sensation of finally being filled. He was playing my body like a musical instrument, his free hand sliding up and wrapping a handful of my hair in his fist before pulling my head backward and forcing my back to arch even further.

It was unbelievable. My legs flexed and my whole body bowed against the wall as my arms collapsed, his fingertip curling against the inner wall beneath my stomach. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way I’d never experienced, and I lost myself to the sensation as I squirmed in desperation, trying to ride his hand.

“You think you’re so strong, but there are some things in life you just can’t control. You can’t control me, Chandra. You can’t even control yourself, can you?”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, clamping down around his fingertip, trying against all odds to hold out. His thumb found its way beneath my clitoris, rolling over it in time with the soft thrusts of his hand.

Now he was giving me more than I could handle, whereas a moment before, he hadn’t been giving me enough. I could feel the tide of my orgasm swelling, rushing in to envelop me as he pushed me farther and farther out to sea.

“Come for me, Chandra,” he ordered, knowing full well that really, I had no choice. “Just let go.”

The muscles in my thighs tensed as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. This was happening. I was letting this man claim me in a way no other man ever had. My scalp sent pain shooting down my spine as he pulled my hair back again, his finger working even more insistently inside me, pressing up gently against my g-spot. Tension poured out from my core.

I couldn’t focus. Nothing mattered except for the pleasure rolling out between my thighs. My skin tingled and goosebumps flushed across my body, along with an intolerable swell of heat and desire.

“Oh, God… Nathan… I’m coming!” I said perhaps just a bit too loudly. There was no holding back as pleasure pulsed from my solar plexus to every single extremity of my body. My toes curled as I shuddered against him, my pussy clenching down forcefully on his finger, milking it like I was ready to take a load from his cock. His hand released my hair, reaching around and clamping down over my mouth as I screamed his name, unable to hold back in the face of overwhelming bliss.

I’d never had an orgasm like this in my life. Not even my well-worn shower massager at home could match this. Nathan had driven me to new heights, delivering me to the gates of heaven with his skilled touched. I never wanted to come down.

My descent proved inevitable. I groaned and squealed against his palm as I reluctantly returned from the ultimate high, collapsing to my knees, my forearms trying desperately to hold my face off the dirty wall as I gasped for air.

Reality struck me like a brick to the face. What had I just done?

“God, your pussy is so wet. I love the way it drips for me,” Nathan murmured, still standing behind me. “I’ve never touched a woman who reacted quite so
eagerly
before…”

I pulled myself away from the wall, turning slowly toward him, my knees aching against the thin carpet. It was bristly and coarse, but I had other, more important things than that to focus on.

Oh, God…

Nathan was standing before me, his perfectly tanned musculature on display as he stroked his hard, thick cock. Today seemed a day of firsts—in the same way that I’d never had a man work me like Nathan did, I’d also never seen a dick quite like his before.

It was teeming with prominent, throbbing veins, and my heart skipped a beat to think they were pulsing for
me
, that they were filled with longing for
my
body. His tip was flushed with desire, glistening with a dollop of precum oozing out and dribbling along the ridge. His heavy balls were tight, swinging stiffly with each pass of his hand along his shaft. I knew he was hungry for it, that despite the control he pretended to have, his lust was only a few more strokes away from getting the better of him.

And me.

“See something you like?” he asked, that cocky trademark smirk spreading across his face. I didn’t know which I wanted to do more: punch him upside his head or suck his incredible cock.

Both, I realized. I wanted to do both.

“Go ahead, Chandra,” he urged me, quickening his strokes as he reveled in my fascination. “Wrap me up in those plump little lips of yours.”

No amount of self-restraint was going to stop me. Not even the oath I’d sworn as a police officer or my own personal devotion to my job could persuade me to turn away now. Rules be damned—I needed this man, and badly. Worst of all, the bastard fucking knew it.

I reached out, pushing his hand away from his impressive shaft so I could grasp his significant girth and bringing myself in line with his throbbing tip. My head was swimming as I drew him into my needful mouth, closing my lips obediently around him, letting my eyes flutter shut as I tasted his salty sweetness.

He drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and I heard him growl from someplace deep in his chest. It wasn’t the sound of a man he made, but of a beast overcome with passion. “I’m going to cum right down your throat,” he told me.

God… Nobody had ever talked to me like this in my whole life. It only made my pussy wetter, only spurred me on to prove him right. I was working hard for this man, focused solely on returning the favor he’d just paid me. There was no time for breathing, no time to take things slow. This was heavy and serious and totally raw. My jaw ached from his girth, but I kept going, bobbing and slurping on him like a woman possessed, my only thought to bring him to blissful release.

I wanted this cock to make me forget all the bad things that had ever happened to me. I wanted this dick to remind me that I was still human, still a person, still more than my gun and badge. I needed this man to make me whole.

Nathan didn’t even have a chance to warn me as he exploded deep in my mouth, his heavy balls contracting and drawing out long, jolting streams toward the back of my throat. I pulled back, swallowing around him, devouring his essence and savoring the taste. Each violent throb of his dick between my lips made my pussy pulse in tandem, and as he calmed I fell backward onto my ass, breathing hard, trembling from head to toe.

Nathan just watched me as I panted for air, my whole body tense as my breasts heaved on my trembling frame. He looked like he wanted to say something, but though his jaw worked, he couldn’t seem to find the appropriate words.

“Wow,” he said finally, staring at me.

There was nothing to do except laugh. It bubbled out of me, rising in volume even as Nathan joined me, his own deep voice mixing with my lilting tone in the small space as we let out all our frustration and worry. It felt good to laugh. It felt
really
good to laugh with this man, in particular. For a moment, he wasn’t the billionaire witness, and I wasn’t the poor black detective sent to serve and protect him.

For a moment, we were alive, together, and nothing else really mattered. It was strange to think of it that way, but it was true. For some reason, being with this man I barely knew made me feel things I’d been denying myself for years, things I thought I’d never get another chance to feel.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly, my laughter gradually coming back under control. Nathan’s eyes smoldered as he stared at me, making my knees quake just looking at the heights of his arousal. So maybe I
was
still horny. This was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and I wasn’t ready to stop just yet.

“I didn’t bring a condom,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked body. “Are you on the pill?”

I shook my head, glancing over at the bed. “You packed three miles of Egyptian cotton, and not one single condom?” I asked.

He grinned wolfishly. It made my heart flutter. “I’m supposed to be locked up in this apartment with Detective Hard-ass. Don’t you think packing condoms would have been a little presumptuous?” he answered.

“Fine,” I replied, looking away from his impossibly sexy cock, still rock hard and ready to please. Why couldn’t I just have it once—just this one time?

Nathan reached down, pulling me to my feet and straight up into his arms. It was a completely different experienced compared to how he’d pressed against me from behind. Here in his arms, in his embrace, I felt strangely safe, strangely cared for.

“You know, Detective, maybe we can’t fuck, but there’s more to me than my cock,” he whispered, licking his lips. Then, as I yelped in surprise, he picked me up off the floor, cradling me in his strong arms as he carried me swiftly to his bed.

The billowing sheets beneath my exposed flesh were like heaven on earth, and for a moment, I was able to forget the smell and the disrepair around us. I was able to ignore the shoddy apartment altogether and focus solely on what this handsome and talented man was doing to me.