Big Girls Get the Blues (5 page)

And she was still fully clothed in her oversized t-shirt and jeans.  Cripes she looked hot with no makeup on…
freckles
…yum!

And then out of nowhere Bev hit her knees and took me into her mouth.  It was like being turned inside out with pleasure.  As good as her lips felt when I was kissing her, her mouth delivered one hell of bliss inducing blow job.  I mean, I’ve had my share of them, but damn…women never seem to enjoy giving head—not that I blame them—but it was like Bev was hungry for it!

I grabbed her by the hair and held on tight, hunched over, trying not to just blow my load in her sweet, talented mouth.  Her hands were hot on my ass, really digging her nails in.  The little extra pain made me start to see red.

Not yet!
  I wasn’t through with her by a long shot.

I pulled my h
i
ps back and my cock out of her mouth.  She looked up at me with sad, green eyes, her lips red and shiny, and severely pouting. 
 

I pulled her up to her feet and she fell into me, taking a nibble of my nipple on the way.

I lost all control then.  I pulled her clothes off, threw her on the bed, and fell on her like a ravening beast.  Well, maybe not in that order.  As I said, I was out of control.   I don’t really remember the order of things when I’m like that. 

Kind of like in a gun fight with a perp.  You know what you did to get the best of them, but everything happens so freaking fast, it becomes a blur in your mind, all mixed together with adrenaline and your will not to die.

I guess sex with Bev was like that.  It was
exciting, made me feel all these things I didn’t want to be feeling, but couldn’t deny were the closest thing to heaven I’d ever experienced.  And the whole time I was freaking out that I was going to lose it all.  Lose her.

That felt like dying.

Before I knew it I was on top of her, feeling all that lovely, soft flesh beneath me, her plump curves like silk to my touch.  I wanted to be buried inside her so damn bad.

She was trying to say something, but wasn’t getting very far until she gasped, “Condom!”

I had my hard cock pressed up against her warm, wet pussy, so I could see how she could’ve thought I’d push in bare—

I still couldn’t believe I’d fucked her last time without a condom.  That was so stupid…and disrespectful.

Maybe that was why she’d had that look on her face when she’d asked about the condom earlier.  It had been a test.

I smiled as I held up the foil wrapped package I’d palmed while she was busy ogling my ass…and other things.

A rip with my teeth and some fumbling, and the condom rolled on, and a heartbeat later I pushed myself into her again.

Fuck if it wasn’t better than the first time; having her bared to me, writhing under me, having all that comfortable bed to play on. 

And unbearably I was suddenly seconds away from coming.

I mean, shit!  This was the greatest moment of my god forsaken existence, and I was just going to pre-mature ejaculate like a teenager at the prom.

“Oh god…I’m gonna cum soon!” I howled with grief.  This wasn’t how I wanted this time to end…

And then Bev looked up into my eyes and said, “So what do you really do for a living?”

Whoa…what the fuck?  And just like that I lost the thread of what had been about to happen.  It was like when you’re telling a story and someone interrupts you right at the good part.  And you just forget what you were going to say.

I gulped.  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Provocative,” she said smiling.  “Now tell me so you can finish fucking me.”

Damn she could talk sexy.

I just stared down at her, wanting her in my bed, every day for the rest of my stupid, undeserving life.

She closed her eyes, and I shook myself.

Too fast!
  I gave myself a mental head slap. 
Way too fast!

I wanted to tell her the truth.  But…how the hell do you tell someone something so complicated?

I was just about to lie when it just came out. 
“I’m a police officer
…
I’m currently on leave after…after an incident…so I was free to help Teddy out.”

She stiffened beneath me, even her pussy clenched like she was trying to pull it off. 

“You’re a cop?”
She suddenly looked ill. 

“I’m on leave, so I’m not really a cop right now.” 
I felt uncomfortable on top of her now.
  Maybe she was going to take
umbrage that I hadn’t told her right off the bat…or maybe she had something against law enforcement.

And then she pushed me off her and rod
e
me as I fell over on my ass and straddled me like I was her steed.

She
pressed
her
hands into the flesh of
my
chest,
right where the burn mark she’d given my with that damn stun gun was.  It hurt, and damn me to hell, that little bit of pain made me harder, made me want to fuck the hell out of her even more. 

She started riding my cock like I was her start in the goddamn Kentucky Derby.  I could
n’t
hold back after that.  I grabbed her boun
c
ing pink-nippled tits
and started jamming myself up into her as hard as I could. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she grabbed hold of my hands where they grasped her breasts.  So I was pretty sure she liked me pounding up into her.

And hell if it seemed we were starting all over again.  I wasn’t even close to shooting my load.

I slammed up into her and leaned up
, taking
one pink nipple in my mouth at a time. 
I pawed at her soft, silky smooth bottom, and even grabbed her by the hips to stuff myself even farther up her slicked up pussy.

When I finally felt my balls tingling again, and my load boiling up, ready to shoot, we were drenched in sweat, and my heart was banging away in my chest like a jackhammer. 

Bev came first, just like I like it.  I always want the woman I’m with to get off first…cause there might not be enough left in me to go on after I cum.

She jerked and writhed and tightened up all over.  That vagina of hers was a wonder.  I mean, damn…and double damn…

She fell onto me and breathed, “Cum for me baby…”

And then I just blew.  One second I was up to my balls in her, feeling a dreamy kind of pleasure in the way she was orgasming all over me, knowing I’d caused all that beauty so much bliss.  And then, wham!  I came.  I came hard, I came long, and I was sure the condom up inside her was going to burst.

Every muscle in my body contracted as I poured myself into her. 
I felt like I was in heaven, and I was there for what seemed like forever.  And then I realized I wasn’t breathing, and my lungs were burning.  I gulped down a big breath and my body started to relax.  That ecstasy faded, but was replaced by
a
sense of complete contentment. 

I felt happy.  Beyond happy.  And
i
t was all because of the beautiful goddess I had just gotten to make love to…again.

Life couldn’t get any better…

And then Bev got out of bed, grabbed up my clothes, and brandished her stun gun at me again.

I was thinking we were together, and that she wanted to come back to the club.  I suddenly had all these fantasies about her, all these plans.  It was sappy and pathetic, and I was literally becoming a woman as I thought them…

But she clicked the damn stun gun on and between its malevolent stream of blue lightening, and that nasty clicking—Christ! I’d be hearing that sound in my nightmares until the day I died!—I jumped right out of her nice warm bed, naked and exposed, and so not wanting to get hit by that thing again.

She shepherded me to her front door, threw my clothes out into the hall, and then forced me out, naked as a jaybird, and in perfect view of her nibby-old-bat of an upstairs neighbor.  I heard her gasp, but she was still standing on the landing, staring.

I tried to get
Bev
to listen to me, tried to get her riled up enough to at least argue with me…but she just told me she wasn’t coming back to the club, and then she closed the door and shot home all those stupid locks.

I pulled on my jeans, gave the old lady up stairs a dirty look as I pulled on my shirt, but didn’t bother buttoning it.  I was knocking and ringing the doorbell, and calling for Bev to open up.  That I wasn’t going anywhere, damn it!

And then there was the squeal of the outside front door, and I turned to find a uniformed police officer I didn’t know strolling unhurriedly towards me. 

Well, shit!  Bev had called the cops on me.  And I was one! 

I didn’t give the guy a hard time
;
I just grabbed my jacket and boots and headed out the front door.  He had me stand by
his cruiser as he radioed my info into the switchboard. This was going to get humiliating if anyone found out.

And sure enough, I heard a familiar whoop on the radio, and not ten seconds latter my old partner’s clunky brown unmarked came shambling to a halt by the squad car.  Bradley’s round, ruddy face smiled at me and he shook his head. 

I had my boots pulled on, but hadn’t gotten to buttoning up my shirt yet.  Bradley got out of his car, looking like he’d just fallen out of bed after a scotch soaked stupor—which was just an act.  The man was a sharp as snake fangs, and just as swisty.

“My, my, my…has my
former
partner gotten
th
rown out of another woman’s apartment?”

I shot him a dirty look.  “I’ve never been thrown out of a woman’s apartment…before today.”

The uniform looked to Bradley.  “He
used to be
your partner?”

Bradley chuckled.  “Well, he was usually fully dressed…but yeah.”

The uniform smirked and handed my ID to Bradley.  “Then I’ll leave him in your hands, sir.”  And giving me a
n
eye roll, he angled into his cruiser and slid into traffic. 

“Sir?”  Bradley said, clearly put out.  “What am I, seventy?”

“He was just being respectful,” I said, and then couldn’t resist. “It’s a good thing when the younger generation is respectful to their elders.”

He shot me a dirty look.  It’s not too late to have him come back and take you in.  You’d look good in a cell in hold up.  Might even get yourself a boyfriend if you keep flashing that sexy chest of yours.” 

He stopped and leaned closer, his eyes widening.  “Nice burn…stun gun?”

I nodded.

He looked past me to the apartment building I’d just been evicted from.  “Her handiwork?”

I sighed and nodded again.

“You sure can pick’em,” Bradley chortled and then got back in his car.  “Just don’t go back in there unless she invites back in…and then I’d get her to sign something.  You might wake up with another burn…this time on your ass!”

I nodded and waved him off.

He suddenly looked very serious.  “You don’t look bad at all.  You should get back to work.  That always makes things better.”

I grimaced.  I wanted to get back to work.  I missed being on the force, catching the bad guys and serving and protecting.  I just knew that until I got my head on straight I
w
ould be a liability to the force…especially to Bradley. 

Better him being alive and partner-less for a while instead of dead because his partner froze up on him.

“See you later, buttercup!”
he taunted.

I shot him the finger—just like the old days.  “Later, gum
drop.”

*****

That was then.  This was now.

I had to get back to the club—I just couldn’t bring myself to call it by its actual name. 
Frisky Kittens
just sounded so stupid.  Teddy’s a real good guy…usually, but how in the hell he’d gotten himself mixed up in the strip club business, and came up with that name.

Cripes.

It was nearly one am by the time I pulled into the club’s parking lot, and the lot was already nearly deserted.  I’m not an expert, but there had been more cars parked on the street in front of the Southside VFW.  And this was a freaking Friday night. 

All week the numbers had been doing a free fall.  I just thought it would pick on the weekend.  Fuck if I was going to let Teddy and my sister down like this.  They were on a freaking vacation
;
they deserved to come home to find their livelihood still going strong.

I had to get Bev back.

But that look she gave me in front of the VFW; and that from just touching her hidden scar?

I wanted her like nothing else.  I had never felt this hungry for any woman before.  And it was killing me, fucking killing me.