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“Sit.”
The jolt that ripped through her veins at his forceful tone startled her. Her breath hitched, her lungs greedy for air she wasn’t able to give. She knew he was talking to her bad decision but the pit of her stomach tumbled.
“How?”
Tim looked at her with a squint of his eyes. “C’mon.” He said, flexing his hand at the pit bull mix.
He followed her into Jackson’s bedroom, the camera on his phone running as he scanned it over the bedroom that had just gone through a natural disaster. He was going to enjoy sending this in the TO group chat with Lopez and Harper.
Lucy let out a sigh, half panic, half resignation to her fate. “Come here, Kojo.” She mumbled, herding him back to the crate that seemed like it was the only untouched thing in her apartment.
She turned to Tim who was smiling at his phone, his thumbs typing quickly. “Ready?” He asked, glancing up from his phone.
“Uh…” Lucy swallowed tightly as she watched him place his phone back into his pocket, the muscle in his forearm capturing her attention. “One second… I just need to…”
She felt his eyes on her back as she sidestepped him and headed into her bedroom, clicking the door shut behind her.
“Oh my god.” She hissed to herself under her breath. “What is wrong with you? You’re on duty.”
Lucy’s fingers fumbled through undoing her duty belt and dropping it onto the crocheted blanket thrown hastily over the end of her bed. She stumbled as she kicked off her shoes so could kick her pants off and clutched ungracefully at post of her bed.
“Chen? You good?” Tim called from the living room.
“Ah! Fine! I’m fine!”
Lucy felt her cheeks flush furiously when she was finally free of her wool prison. She bounced to her dresser, stubbing her toe roughly against the wood. “Shit!”
Her bedroom door opened suddenly and Lucy was very aware that she was pantsless, her uniform top hem bunched at her waist from being tucked into her belt for hours. Lucy’s eyes met Tim’s before his flicked away, taking in the tan flesh of her thighs and the curve of her ass.
“Chen?”
Lucy let out a breath and her fingers dug into the dresser drawer, clutching a new pair of panties. “It’s your fault.”
Tim’s mouth popped open, his eyes widening dramatically. “What? No way is that my fault!”
She nodded her head, balling her new panties tightly in her hand. “It is.” She protested, just shy of stomping her foot.
“You have to change your panties because I did… what? What did I do?”
Lucy closed her eyes and turned in his direction. She knew he’d see the damp spot on the fabric, she was wearing white, and she knew he’d understand that she was horny.
“The way you got Kojo to listen.” She mumbled. “You were so… forceful.”
“And that… got you wet?”
She tucked her chin against her collarbone with a shrug. “I’m ovulating.”
She heard the rustling of his movement before his warmth invaded her space. He didn’t touch her but his proximity almost had her radiating out of her skin.
“You like it when I’m forceful, boot?” He asked quietly as he circled her before pressing his chest against her back. His duty belt dug into her flesh.
“You know I do.”
She felt his nose graze behind her ear before he sucked the flesh of her neck into his mouth. His hand slid over her hip and to the front of her panties, pressing the wet spot against her skin. He rubbed gently and Lucy couldn’t help herself from falling back against him, letting him support the majority of her body weight.
“So wet, boot.” He whispered, his finger slipping under the surged edge of the fabric and slipping through the sticky wetness that had accumulated quickly there.
She rested the base of her head against his chest and shifted her feet further apart so he could have more space to touch her. She hummed her agreement as she focused on the pad of his finger slipping through her, strumming gently against her clit.
He sunk a finger into her causing her to gasp and him to groan against her neck. “Just one word to get your pussy flooding.” He bit at her skin, his wrist cracking with the rushed movements of his hand.
Lucy’s hips thrust forward to meet his hand, trying to force the heel of his palm to rub against her. “Shit, shit, shit.” She whimpered, her hand reaching backwards and grasping through the buzz cut on the back of his neck.
He could feel her begin to clench down on his fingers and abruptly pulled them from her soaked undies, letting his hips jerk against her, cradling his erection against her ass. “Change your panties, boot.” He said, slipping his finger that was coated in her arousal to her lips and pressing between her lips.
He reveled in the sensation of her sucking his finger clean and continued to rock his hips against her ass for a moment.
“7-Adam-19, code 314 at unknown address. Corner of Wilshire Boulevard and Cochran.”
Tim pulled his finger from Lucy’s mouth and took his radio from his belt.”7-Adam-19, copy. Show us responding.” He clipped his radio back and moved away from her, pressing his hand against his cock through his slacks to calm himself. “Penal code 314, boot. What is it?”
Lucy was flustered and turned on and still wet and pantsless in her bedroom while her superior officer stood behind her. “Ah… indecent exposure, sir.”
He smirked and looked from his hand, to her ass, to her panties still balled in her hand. “Yeah. On Cochran. We’ll finish this later.”
He lightly pinched her ass as he walked by her, moving back into the living room, leaving her bedroom door open in his wake.
Shit.
Lucy’s panties were mostly dry, having cleaned herself up and putting on a fresh pair. Their indecent exposure call had turned out to be a bust, pun intended, and they’d returned to their normally scheduled patrol.
Lucy felt a bit fidgety as the day progressed. Tim had an almost permanent smirk living on the corner of his mouth, and every time they moved to exit the shop, the fabric of her undies rubbed against her, only making her more self aware that she had the female equivalent of blue balls.
God. Ovulating next to a man that looked like Tim Bradford was the best kind of torture.
“C’mon, boot.” He said, slamming the shop door shut and rounding the hood.
They were responding to a call of a would-be robber at a convenience store who became stuck as the cashier escaped his bullet resistant counter room and locked the culprit inside.
The cashier was pressed against the wall, cellphone in hand, warily watching the thief become more aggravated and enraged inside his plastic cage.
“You okay?” Tim asked as Lucy took her notebook out to write down details.
“Thanks for coming, officers.” The clerk breathed, “I opened the register and while he was distracted with the cash, I slipped out and shut the door behind me.”
“Door wasn’t secure when you were back there?”
“No, I was going back and forth stocking shelves.” He muttered, gesturing to the boxes to his side, knocking one over.
“Oh!” Lucy gasped, startled by the sudden noise and movement.
The three of them looked the ground to see that the box the clerk had knocked over was filled with ribbed for her pleasure condoms. A box fell onto Lucy’s feet and she felt her body aflame with horniness and embarrassment. Her foot jerked quickly, sending the box flying right into Tim’s shin.
His eyebrow quirked as he watched it slide to a stop on the linoleum, his eyes catching hers through his lashes. The sides of his eyes crinkled and he fought back the smile that twitched in his cheeks.
“Sorry.” Lucy mumbled, her eyes turning to her notebook, and wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
“You injured?” Tim turned back to the clerk who had bent down to begin retrieving the packages of condoms, tossing them haphazardly back into the shipping box.
“Nah. Door is locked and I used the broom for an extra precaution.”
Lucy had placed her notebook back into her pocket and retrieved her cuffs from her duty belt. Wordlessly confirming she was ready, Tim wrapped his hand around the broom handle and Lucy was lost to the sight of his grip on the long, circular piece of wood.
Shit.
She felt the quick flush to her panties again and had to force herself to prepare for their newest suspect.
Goddamn ovulation.
Lucy didn’t expect her night to end up with her in Nolan’s home, slapping a tracker on a Black Ops Vehicle and slipping into bushes to hide her existence.
The cool LA air felt wonderful against her skin, cooling her down and doing wonders to quell some of the adrenaline that was pumping through her veins. She’d been on edge since Tim had snapped for Kojo to sit and was on her third pair of panties for the day.
Finding herself alone in Tim’s truck, the lights turned off, and having a vulnerable moment had Lucy rubbing her thighs together to force friction to alleviate the insatiable emptiness inside of her.
“Boot?” Tim murmured in the darkness, his right hand reaching out, his fingers gripping her thigh tightly.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed, shifting once more. “I’m just so…”
“Horny.” He finished shortly, his hand stroking up her thigh and cupping her through her jeans.
“Yes.” She sighed miserably, her legs parting in the seat, her hips ripping up.
He chuckled lightly, flexing his hand against her. “Who knew you’d be so cock drunk, boot.”
Lucy let out a long suffering sigh as her head rocked back against the headrest. Her hips kept pushing lightly against his hand, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. “I’ve never had it so good.” She mumbled under her breath. If she could get his hand to go just so—
“What was that?”
“What was what, sir?” She sniped, placing her hand over his to force him to press against the moist, warm denim harder.
“Did you say you’ve never had cock so good?”
She huffed in annoyance. “You know I haven’t.”
Tim smirked and let his fingers tighten against her pussy. “Hope you didn’t tell Nolan the same thing.”
Lucy’s eyes snapped to his. “I don’t give false compliments.”
He grinned, the whites of his eyes glittering in the dim light of the docks. “We get through this, boot, and I will dick you down so good.”
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, Bradford.”
Tim herded Lucy back to his truck once they’d been dismissed by Grey. It was the early morning hours and they had hours before they had to be back on shift.
His hand found a home in between Lucy’s thighs again, over the denim that still felt damp from her arousal and teasing from earlier. “Jackson home?” He asked.
Lucy shook her head. “Staying with Sterling since Kojo… ruined his room.” She mumbled, her own hand reaching to connect with his thigh. “You wanna come up?”
His hand flexed against her. “I made you a promise, boot.”
He grabbed her roughly again before releasing her and taking the key out of his ignition. He followed her into her building, the motion lights illuminating as they headed towards the elevator.
Once the doors to the elevator closed them in, he had her backed into the corner, his front pressed against hers, his thigh between her legs. He caught her in a kiss that was bruising and painful and exactly what she was craving.
A hand cupped against her throat while the other clutched her hip, guiding her pussy over his thigh. She was moaning into his mouth as he forced his tongue into hers, tangling against her own.
His own moan joined hers when her hand cupped him through his jeans, the zipper biting painfully into his erection. “Shit.” He mumbled against her mouth when her hand managed to slip inside his pants.
Tim wasn’t sure how he ended up here. Here, generally, and not here, physically.
Something just… went off after he’d spent the night beside her almost death bed. Panic had clawed through his skin, skewering his heart and puncturing his lungs that day.
He’d almost lost her through his own fault. Shoving her at a random guy so he could continue playing make believe with her friend.
He was an idiot.
The elevator door opened and a whoosh of recycled air broke them over their heavy petting. “Let’s go in.” He said, stepping back and forcing Lucy’s hand to fall out of his pants.
His hands ran over every point of contact he could manage as they stumbled down the hall towards her apartment. She shushed him half heartedly as he made a groaning noise as he shoved his cock against her as she unlocked her door to let them in.
“Shh, shh.” She whispered, shutting the door behind them and sliding the deadbolt in place. Kojo whined from his crate and Lucy placed her finger over her lips. “Thirty minutes, buddy.”
Tim was busy ripping her jacket off her arms and tossing it in the general direction of the bench. “Probably closer to an hour.”
He smacked her ass, propelling her forward towards her bedroom. “Be good.”
Just shy of slamming her bedroom door behind them, Tim made quick work of kicking his shoes off and throwing his shirt across the room. “Strip.” He demanded, the tone similar to the one he’d heard earlier.
“God.” Lucy whimpered, a flood taking over her panties.
Lucy pulled her shirt off, quickly followed by the rest of her clothing. Her fingers flexed as she raised her hand to cover the ugly ink on her ribs.
“Don’t.” He said in the same tone, his eyebrow raised, looking pointedly at her hand. “Drop it.”
Lucy stood before him, naked, and watched as he finished removing his own clothes. His dick was erect, his hand wrapped around it, his thumb slipping through the bead of precome gathered on his tip. Her hands clenched at her sides, and she licked her lips as she watched his hand’s movement over his cock. She wanted it.
“That tattoo isn’t his.” He said with a snarl. “It’s not yours. It’s mine.” He moved closer to her, still fisting his cock roughly. “That mark is the day I decided that you were gonna be mine, boot.”
Lucy shifted her thighs, sticky and tacky with anticipation. It wasn’t the first time he’d claimed it for himself. “I hate it.” She said softly.
His eyes met hers and he kissed her softly, gently. He broke awake and bent at the knees, his tongue making light contact with the raised, inked skin. He kissed her there, shy of sucking the flesh into his mouth. “Without this,” he said, referring to the sadist’s mark, “we wouldn’t have this.” His hand reached between her legs, cupping her pussy and sinking his finger tips into her. “And that makes it mine.”
Lucy choked out a breath as he used his foot to nudge her feet apart. “Okay.” She agreed, eliciting a smile from him.
“Good.” He pulled his hand away and moved to her bed, lying down on the mattress, his head propped up against the pillows and headboard.
She turned to watch him settle on her bed, half propped up. She felt empty again without his hand buried inside of her and moved to stand beside the bed.
“Sit.” He said, gesturing to his lap, his hand holding his cock at the base.
She could feel herself flush with arousal again, in that tone, that word.
Wordlessly she climbed onto her bed, her knees bracketing him on the sides of his hips. She slowly lowered herself, not letting him sink into her, but cosseting him between her, soaking him in a day’s worth of foreplay.
She rocked her hips back and forth, her eyes moving between the sight of him slipping through her to the furrow of his brows as he lost himself to the feeling of her getting herself off from riding his lap. His hand released his cock and found their home on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he thrust against her.
“Soaked for me, boot.” He groaned, his hips jerking up, the head of his cock nudging inside of her before slipping out. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I destroyed your panties this morning.”
“God, yes. Please.” Lucy stalled and Tim took that moment to lift her off his lap, holding her inches above him.
Her hands clutched at his pecks, using him as leverage to keep from falling off of him or breaking her favorite part of him at the moment.
“No begging.” He chided, planting his feet on the mattress and settling her ass against his thighs, keeping her off of his cock. “Only good girls get treats, Chen. Were you a good girl today?”
She nodded quickly, her lip pulled into her mouth as she tried to shift back onto his cock.
“Ah, ah.” He tutted. Taking a hand to his cock, he ran his hand over himself for a moment, before making a quick movement and slapping the head against her clit, causing her to gasp. “Use your words, boot. Were you a good girl today?” He slapped her clit again with his cock.
Lucy let out a sound, half sob, half moan. “Yes, sir. I was a good girl.”
“And what does my good girl want for a treat?” He rubbed himself through her folds, notching his head against her hood and holding her in place as he began to take his own pleasure from her body.
“Dick, sir.”
“Whose dick, boot?”
“Yours! Please, yours, sir. Please.”
He groaned loudly, letting himself shallowly thrust into her. “I do fucking love it when you beg, though, boot.” He hissed, pulling her hips down against him, letting her bottom out on his cock. “Fuck!”
Lucy’s chest heaved forward, her mouth open on a silent grunt. Her tits swayed as she breathed and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and sucking the fleshy skin into his mouth. His hands clenched into her hips and he began guiding her, letting her fuck him.
The wet sounds of their bodies set his skin on fire as he held her over him, his hips thrusting up into her. She was gasping and heaving, the sounds of his skin slapping against hers filling the room.
“You’re gushing, baby. Fucking soaked. Leaking all over my dick.”
Lucy hissed when his teeth bit down on on her nipple. Her fingers clawed at his buzz cut, finding purchase in his skin, scraping at his scalp. “I want to come, please.”She pleaded, her hips jerking wildly as she searched for her orgasm.
“You’re gonna.” He told her, switching to her other tit and letting the flat of his tongue roll over her nipple. “You’re gonna come all over my cock and I’m going to paint your insides.”
Lucy’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head. Tim broke away from her tits and slip a hand from her hip up her belly, groping her breasts before wrapping it around her throat. He pushed against her throat, forcing her back to hit his thighs, changing the angle of their fucking.
The noise Lucy made as she fell apart on his cock sent fire to his groin. “You like that? You like having my hand as a necklace? Are you a good girl who likes to get choked?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She cried, genuinely, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as she jerked through her orgasm over him.
His boot was a gusher, and he fucking loved it.
“Look at you, boot. Look at what my cock does to you.” She sobbed, her body sagging with relief as she finished rolling the tsunami. “I said look.”
She leaned forward, as much as she could, with his hand still wrapped around her throat. They watched his cock disappear into her, and reappear. He was close, and he wanted her to watch him. “You see that, boot? Your pussy is so needy for my cock. You soaked it.”
“Yes.” She moaned and he felt her muscles clamp down on him, holding his cock hostage.
And he exploded with a jerk, her pussy throbbing around him, forcing every ounce of come out of him. “Shit.” He groaned, his hand slackening against her throat as he fell back into her pillows.
Her breathless laugh sent a warm chill through his bones as she settled further onto his lap, his cock softening inside of her as his come began oozing out.
“Do you want a dog?”