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Lucy spots Tim as she exits the women’s locker room, slinging her back over her shoulder as they meet in front of the elevator doors opening. They wait for another officer to exit, and both step inside, standing next to each other as the door closes.
"I'm not sorry about last night,“ Lucy says, breaking the silence. Tim snaps his head to her for a split second, his lips curving into a smirk before he looks ahead again.
"Oh, me neither," he answers, and Lucy blows a low breath. She didn't know what was happening, but she had immensely enjoyed last night and wanted to be on the same page with him.
"But it can never happen again," she continues firmly. Tim nods in agreement, eyes flickering to the illuminated floor numbers.
"I know," he confirms, wondering if she meant that. Last night had been mind-blowing, to say the least, and while he felt a little guilty over it, it helped to know she didn't.
"For a million reasons," she adds, but somehow she didn’t believe herself.
Tim hums in agreement before he adds, “I mean, I’m in your chain of command, for one.“
"Exactly."
"Plus, I'm hashtag Grumpy Cop,“ he jokes, and Lucy represses a laugh, her lips curling into a smile.
"Yeah, that too," she says, and Tim's smirk deepens as he thinks back to last night, how Lucy had writhed underneath him and how she rode him until he saw stars, making him come harder than ever before.
"Wasn't grumpy last night," he states, and Lucy swallows, heat creeping up her neck as memories of him plowing into her from behind, from below, and from above flash in her mind. Her thighs clench automatically, and her head turns toward him just as he does, the two looking at each other.
"No, you definitely were not,“ she agrees, a slight blush on her cheeks. Tim hums and nods, looking towards the door again as the elevator dings.
Lucy steps out first, taking a deep breath and smiling when Tim walks ahead of her, holding the door open. She exits, her shoulder nearly brushing his chest, and she feels a ripple of electricity running through her, ending in the pit of her stomach.
She moves outside, and the cool night air does nothing to settle the heat pooling between her legs, threatening to flush her entire body. She knew he could tell, and she heard his smirk as they walked toward their cars, side by side. The silence between them is charged, the air almost cackling with static.
Just as she reaches for her keys, Tim speaks. "You got plans tonight?"
Lucy looks at him, and her lips part slightly to answer, but she stops herself.
She could say yes.
She should say yes.
But instead, she shakes her head, biting her lower lip. Tim’s gaze drops to her mouth, eyes darkening briefly before he steps back.
"You know where to find me,“ he adds. Without saying anything else, he gets into his car and drives off.
Lucy stands there, gripping her keys so tightly that the metal digs into her palm. She watches his taillights disappear down the street, and she knows she shouldn’t.
She should get in her car and drive home.
But instead, all she can think about is last night. How his hands had gripped her thighs as he slammed into her and how his voice was low and sultry, whispering dirty nothings into her ear as he wrecked her over and over again, making her bite the pillow to keep from screaming.
They had been broken up for weeks, months even, and the tension had finally snapped between them, resulting in a night full of heat, need, and raw passion. Her core clenches at her thoughts, wetness pooling at her opening and coating her panties, so Lucy doesn’t hesitate. She slides into her car and starts the engine.
Twenty-five minutes later, Lucy grips the steering wheel, fingers drumming against the leather as she watches Tim’s front door. The streetlamp above casts a soft glow over her car, but she has parked just far enough that she’s not directly in its light. Her heart pounds in her ears, and her body hums in anticipation.
She knows his routine.
He has to let Kojo out once he gets home, and she knows that if she knocks before he does, Kojo will not leave her alone for a good fifteen minutes, demanding his cuddle time. Her heart ached a little at the thought, but right now, the only thing on her mind was to feel Tim's naked skin against her.
She adjusts the rearview mirror to distract herself and checks her lipstick. A quick swipe of her finger ensures it’s perfect. Her black skirt rides up slightly as she shifts, and she smooths it down, inhaling deeply before reaching for the door handle.
Five minutes are up, and she steps out of the car and walks up the driveway. Each step feels heavier, weighted with the anticipation low in her belly, nearly exploding when she lifts her hand to knock on the door.
It takes all of three seconds for it to swing open.
Tim stands there, leaning against the frame, a smirk pulling at his lips. He is still dressed in his outfit minus his shoes, arms crossed over his chest as he cocks his head, eyes raking over her.
“I thought you’d sit there all night," he teases. Lucy shakes her head while groaning, pushing him inside before kicking the door closed.
“Shut up,” she mutters, and the door barely clicks shut before she attacks his mouth, pressing up on her toes, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Tim groans against her lips, his hands flying to her waist as she pushes him back, their bodies colliding in a heated and desperate tangle.
Tim is quick to respond, and he lets his hands slide underneath her jean jacket to grasp her waist, tongue darting out to coax her lips apart. Lucy mewls at the contact, and her fingers waste no time, finding the waistband of his jeans and undoing the button.
Before she can snap them open, Tim grabs her wrists, pulling them away. She lets out a breathy noise of protest, but he just smirks as he pulls away, shaking his head as he walks her into the wall, pinning her hands above her head.
“Not so fast,” he murmurs, lips brushing against her jaw before trailing down her neck. Lucy shivers, her body arching into him, the sheer dominance of the moment making her even more desperate for him.
His tongue teases her skin before he glides it along her jaw, mouth finding hers for a hungry kiss that leaves her breathless and dizzy. He holds her hands tightly against the wall and wedges a thigh between hers, effectively pinning her against it. She writhes, frustration growing as she’s immobile.
“Tim,” she breathes, trying to untangle herself from him, but he hums and shakes his head, leg pushing her so she’s straddling him.
“Patience,” he murmurs, dragging his lips down the column of her throat, his breath hot against her skin. “We’ve got all night.”
Lucy whimpers, thighs squeezing together as the ache between her legs intensifies. She feels his muscles flex against her, but through the layer of clothing, it's hardly enough. She wanted to fight him, break free, and play this game, but she knew Tim. He made up his own rules, and she had better obey them.
Tim licks the expanse of her neck, and he sucks and nibbles at the skin, tracing the lines of her tattoo before moving up to her ear. He draws her earlobe between his lips, and he sucks, teasing the bit of skin with his tip to make Lucy shiver.
Last night was all about her taking control, about her telling him what to do, but right now, Tim wanted to be in charge, show her how much he fucking missed her and how high he could make her fly.
He gently bites the skin on her jaw and licks down to where her neck meets her shoulder, teeth digging into the skin. He sucks as hard as he can, and Lucy's eyes roll into the back of her head. He marks her, her body reacting to the primal act by wetting itself further. She knew her panties were ruined by now, and she was hoping he'd rip them off her and fuck himself into her body.
"Tim," she whimpers as he withdraws, tongue smoothing over the purple bruise adorning her now. He grins predatorily and licks his lip, moving his head to stare into her eyes.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me what I can do for you," he husks, and Lucy whimpers when he jerks his leg, dragging her up on her tip-toes.
"Make me cum," she whines, and Tim nods, leaning in to capture her mouth in a frantic kiss. He shifts around and entwines their hands, holding both hers now against the wall with just one. Her fingers tighten, and Tim smirks, his free hand tugging at her black skirt.
He moves his leg, and Lucy's legs wobble as she stands on both feet suddenly. Her back arches when Tim shoves the black material over her hips. His eyes dart down, and he spots the white panties, growling when he notices them saturated with her arousal.
“I guess I’m not the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about last night,” he drawls, and Lucy moans when he drags his knuckle over her, the pressure against her clit making her squirm. He can feel the stiff nub pulsing beneath the thin material, and Tim kisses her roughly, tongue fucking into her mouth. At the same time, two fingers rub her through her soaked panties.
Lucy cries out against him, hips bucking and head swirling with arousal. She was so ridiculously close already, and she knew the moment he would touch her without a barrier, she would come, but Tim wanted to tease her and drag this out.
He tightens his hands on hers and steps away, tugging her body closer to his to lead her toward the bedroom. She follows him, eyes locked, breath puffy. She is under his spell, and there is nothing she can do other than enjoy herself, knowing that if she lets him, he'll make it worth her while.
She's surprised she makes it to his bedroom without tripping once. As soon as they're inside, Tim pushes her towards the bed. He kicks the door closed, still holding onto her hands, and smirks, making her sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'll let go of your hands, and you'll be a good girl and keep them on the sheets," he instructs her, and Lucy whimpers needily. She nods, and Tim bends to kiss her, untangling their fingers before placing them on the bed. He then moves to push her jean jacket down her arms, peeling it off her and throwing it across the room.
He kicks her legs apart and kisses her still as he sinks down to his knees, one hand firmly on her neck to hold her close while the other reaches down to undo the button of his jeans. He's already half stiff and aching, and it takes all his self-control not to stand again and shove his cock down her throat.
Tonight was all about her.
As his knees touch the floor, he props himself up, the hand on her neck gliding over her front. His other joins, and he palms her breasts through the shirt and bra, feeling her nipples pucker and rub against the material while he manipulates them.
Lucy’s heaving, her body seemingly on fire as Tim plucks at the hem of her white tank top to push it up over her head, pooling the material low on her wrists. He grins and licks his lips, wetting them to lean forward and drag them over her right collar, scattering kisses along the bone.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he hums against her, and Lucy moans, her pussy rippling at the low timbre of his voice. He drags his tongue under her right bra strap, his teeth closing around the elastic material to push it off her shoulder. Lucy watches him as his nose nuzzles her, his tongue tracing the white cup and dipping underneath to tease her.
He repeats the action on the other side, and her stomach ripples as his hands push down the cups, freeing her breasts from their silky cage. He hums in approval and latches on to her right nipple, sucking it gently while lavishing her areola with his tongue. He devoured her breasts, biting her skin to suck hickeys into them before teasing her nipples until she was writhing beneath him.
Lucy's head felt fuzzy, every nerve ending screaming for release. Every touch of him ignites an inferno of pleasure, and her core reacts by rippling and wetting itself. She was soaked, and it dripped past the material of her underwear, coating her crotch and thighs, making her want to come almost desperately.
"Tim, please….please," she begs, and he smirks, biting her nipple before looking up. He sucks her breast deep into his mouth as he straightens his head, letting her go with a pop. She whimpers at the sight, and Tim nudges her breastbone with his nose.
"Please, what?" He asks, his voice low, and Lucy knows he's already hard and leaking just from sucking her tits. She mewls, and her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, hips gliding closer to the edge.
"Please make me come. I don't care how," she whispers roughly, and Tim growls at the needy tone, fingers digging into the meat of her thighs to spread them apart. He scratches his nails along the sensitive skin on the inner part, smiling when her clit twitches beneath the material.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, and Lucy bites her tongue, hips bucking up towards his face.
"Lick me," she mumbles, and Tim immediately dives down, opening his mouth to cover her still-clothed mound. His thumbs press down on her lips through the material, and his teeth gently nip at her clit, making Lucy cry out and fall back on the bed. She convulses and groans when Tim finally shoves aside her panties, latching on to her pussy.
He swirls his tongue around her core, licking and nibbling her lips before dipping his tongue into her body. She’s so wet it’s leaking everywhere, and Tim buries himself even harder in her before licking up her arousal and sucking her clit into his mouth. With a few strokes, Lucy's body trembles and arches, and she comes with a loud wail, Tim moaning as her taste floods his senses.
Before Lucy even has the chance to recover, to catch her breath, Tim grabs her panties and rips them off her, mouth sucking her clit while a finger slides into her body. She screams at the overstimulation, body bowing as he quickly fucks her, tongue relentlessly stroking her in time with his movement.
She doesn't know if she's still coming or coming again, but when he adds a second finger and curls both against her front wall. She spasms, and she hurls over the edge again, sobbing in pleasure as Tim stays with her pussy and he licks her down from her high.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmurs against her and finally slips his finger out, pulling away to look at his work. She's glistening, dripping down her ass and on the bed, purple marks scattered all over her chest. Her breasts are bouncing with every desperate breath he takes, but they both know they're far from done.
“On your stomach,” he says and grabs her hips. Lucy groans when he flips her, face buried in the mattress as Tim finally takes off her shirt and bra, throwing them carelessly behind him. Her legs hang uselessly down the bed, and he hoists her up on her feet, ass and pussy high in the air. He feels his knees aching, and he knows he's going to regret this tomorrow, but he distracts himself from it by staring at her cheeks and glistening pussy.
His hands found her ass, and he spread her apart even further, licking from her pussy up to her hole, rimming her as Lucy whined and whimpered into the bed. Sweat was forming on her skin, running down her temples as Tim devoured her. For a split second, she wondered if he was going to fuck her like that, but it had been months, and she didn't know if she could take him without properly stretching herself.
But her brain short circuits as Tim stiffens his tongue and glides into her pussy, fucking her deeply with it while thumbing her clit. Her thighs are shaking as he speeds up, the wet smack of his cheeks meeting hers echoing in the room.
“Fuck Tim, I am so close,” she growls into the mattress, fingers twisting the sheets in her hands as she gripped them so tight her knuckles turned white. He only increased his speed and rubbed her harder, pinching the little nub before circling it. She's about to fall over the edge, and Tim gives her last shove by licking up her arousal to her hole, pushing past the tight ring while hooking the fingers of his other hand into her pussy.
He rubs her front wall frantically, and Lucy's legs give out as she slumps on the bed, the loud sloshing of his fingers fucking her through her squirting, drowning out the moans as he tongues her ass. She reaches her peak, and Tim rubs her frantically, mouth gliding down to catch her arousal. It's tarty and sweet, and Lucy, and he drinks her up like a parched man quenching his thirst.
She squirms away from him, her body screaming for him to stop, and Tim lets go of her, licking over her crack up her spine, his still clothed body covering her naked back. He nuzzles her neck and pushes her hair away, humming against her jaw and turning her head. Lucy is completely wrecked, her body quivering with the aftershocks, and she is desperately trying to refill her lungs with oxygen.
"You think you can give me one more?" He asks, and Lucy whimpers, weakly shaking her head as his fingers twist in her pussy.
"I need a moment, please, Tim," she murmurs, and he nods, finally moving off and out of her. He gathers her in his arms and picks her up to lay her down against the pillows, his mouth finding hers in a sweet kiss. His face is covered in her arousal, and she can smell and taste herself, somehow making her core ache for him anew.
Tim quickly undresses himself and finally joins her naked on the bed, Lucy mewling when she feels his wet and hot and fully erect cock brush her outer thigh. She wants to reach out and grab him, but he shakes his head and slaps her hand away.
"Later," he coos and cups her cheek to draw her in for a soft kiss. She responds, moaning when his tongue strokes hers, hands caressing her body like she was made out of porcelain. He's trying to calm her down, and her heart swells at the gesture, her hands clawing at his shoulders to pull him on top of her, but he doesn't budge.
“Please,” she simply begs as she pulls away from the kiss and Tim looks into her eyes. He then shifts and lays down between her legs, grunting when Lucy wraps her around his waist. She drags him close, his cock brushing against her wet ass, and she mewls, craning her neck to draw him back in.
They make out for the longest time, hands roaming over each other’s bodies with the utter care she had missed so much. She clenches her thighs around him, and Tim smiles, scattering tiny kisses all over her face before he shifts to create some room.
“What do you need?” He asks and raises an eyebrow, Lucy smiling softly as she cups his cheek.
"You," she replies, and one hand sneaks down between them to take his cock in hand, pumping him a few times before dragging him through her wetness. Tim stares into her eyes as he braces his hands and knees on the bed before sliding into her body. They groan at the feeling, and Lucy moves her hands to his ass, grasping him tightly to encourage him to move.
"You fill me so perfectly," she keens and throws her head back, clawing at him as he glides in and out of her. Tim grunts above her, the feeling of her tightness wrapped around him almost overwhelming. Somehow laying here in this position, slow fucking against each other while lazily making out, felt a lot like making love.
His heart lurched at the thought, and Tim chased away as he snapped his hips harder into her, making her bounce on the bed, the headboard thudding softly against the wall. His feelings threaten to overwhelm him, and the words on his tongue want out.
I still love you.
I miss you.
Come back to me.
But he swallows them all instead. He closes his eyes and hides his face in her neck, groaning when Lucy drags her nails over his spine to clutch his shoulders. Her breath puffs against his ear, and it makes him shiver. Tears threaten to spill as she sighs and moans softly.
They shouldn't be doing this, but since last night, they lost the ability to deny each other.
Shaking the thought from his head, he propped himself up more, eyes opening to stare at her face. She looks at him with passion and awe and something similar to love, but Tim ignores it and moves to hook his arms underneath her knees. Lucy watches as he presses her thighs to her chest, and she knows what's coming. Her hands lock behind his neck, and Tim withdraws almost immediately, slamming back into her body.
He starts to fuck her in earnest, and Lucy knows. She knows he's doing this so as not to say things they're both not ready to hear. They haven't talked. She didn't even know if she wanted to talk, so she let him change the tone and pace, letting him use her to fuck away his feelings, to shove them down and bottle them up.
She keens as he moves even faster, sweat dripping from his forehead down his face and onto her body from the strain. She cries out and arches, hips chasing his and meeting him halfway every time he slides deep into her body. The familiar tingle in her pussy returns, and Lucy glides her hands into his hair, grabbing a fist full as Tim roughly fucks her into the mattress.
She knows he tells, and she knows he's almost there, so she squeezes her muscles and steels them against his moving cock, and Tim throws his head back as his coil snaps, and he cums. His movement stutters and grows uncoordinated, and Lucy watches as his eyes turn misty and snap shut.
He is painting her walls white, and she's close to coming. Tim has half a mind to bury himself deep in her and grind his hips against hers. With a wail, she finally orgasms for a fourth and final time, not as hard as before, but enough to overwhelm her. She clutched him to her chest, holding him tightly as he twitched and completely emptied himself in her, both shivering with sheer intensity.
They stay wrapped up in each other for the longest time, and Lucy holds him so tightly that she wonders if he can even breathe. They're both sweaty, messy, and tired, and finally, Tim snaps out of his post-orgasm haze and rolls off her body. She whines when he slips out of her, leaving her hollow and empty, and somehow, she already misses him.
"Fuck," he grunts, and Lucy turns her head to look at him. He was just as wrecked as her, and she smiled weakly.
“Hmhm,” she hums, and Tim also turns his head, looking at her face.
"Never again, huh?" He asked with a huff, trying to distract from the ache deep in his gut, and Lucy snorted, nodding her head.
“We were never good at sticking to our self-imposed rules,” she mutters, and Tim purses his lips.
"That's true. We did stretch that no sex rule a lot when we first dated," he grinned, and Lucy rolled her eyes.
“We didn’t have sex. We….we had something like sex. We got to know each other.”
"Whatever you say to make yourself feel better," he muses lowly. Lucy props herself up, running her finger over his chest to his jaw, gripping it tightly.
"Shut up," she says, leaning in to peck his lips. "I gotta go before Celina gets worried."
The words shouldn't hurt, shouldn't send that pang through him, but they still do, and Tim bites his tongue and nods his head in agreement.
"I should let Kojo in and feed him. He's going to be mad at me," he murmured and sat up, crawling off the bed. Lucy watches him, and her eyebrows knit together as he grabs a pair of sweats to put on.
He left the bedroom, and Lucy put a hand on her stomach, trying to calm herself as she felt the tears prick her eyes. She knew they were dancing a dangerous dance and needed to talk, but she didn't know if she was ready.
To be honest, she didn't know if she was ready. She knew she was hurting him, and deep down, she wondered if it was payback for the way he had hurt her, but was she really this petty?
She shoves the thought aside and finally gets off his bed, gathering her clothes to put them back on. She spots her ripped panties, and she sighs, clutching them in her fist before she makes her way into the living room. She sees Tim outside, throwing the ball for Kojo, and shakes her head.
She grabs her shoes and runs her thumb over her swollen lower lip, looking one more time over her shoulder, seeing Tim stare at her. She pauses for a moment, but she doesn’t stop. She twists the knob, and she leaves his house, tears welling in her eyes as the door clicks shut.
This can’t happen again.
She vows to herself, but as she makes her way to her car, she knows it is just another lie, especially when she takes her phone and opens the message thread with Tim.
So, are we not doing this again this weekend?
She gasps when, a few minutes later, three dots appear.
Yes.
Fin?