Coup De Grâce (7 page)

I clenched my hands into fists.

“She is such a bitch,” I snarled.

He snorted. “And you’re just now figuring this out?”

I snorted. “You were touching her.”

He sighed. “There’s something wrong with her. She doesn’t understand the word
‘no.’ She’s devious
and vindictive. I’ve learned over the years that the easiest way to deal with her is just let her have what she wants. Or
, at least,
let her think she got what she wants. Gentleness seems to throw her off, so that’s why I do that. I’
ve learned to be just as manipulative as she is out of necessity.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I think if you want to continue this relationship, you are going to need to figure out how to not touch her, because I don’t like it. Not even a little bit.”

He smiled, revealing brilliant white teeth.

“Noted,” he agreed immediately.

Then he turned back to the road, and I was left contemplating my brashness of stealing his truck.

“I sometimes don’t think before I act,” I admitted softly, looking at my hands.

He snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

“I’ll try not to steal your truck again,” I said softly.

“You won’t have the opportunity to steal my truck again,” he laughed.

I raised my brow at him.

“You think?” I asked.

He smiled. “I know.”

When we pulled up to my apartment, I pulled out my keys and offered them to him.

He took them, thankful that he hadn’t asked, and started up the stairs.

I’d realized over the course of our four month dating life, and again last night, that Michael liked to be cautious.

It didn’t matter if we were gone ten minutes or five hours, when we got back to my place, he was going to take a look through the house to be sure that everything was fine before he left me.

I followed behind him, bemused, and walked into the door just as he was coming out of the kitchen and disappearing into the bedroom.

I had a one bedroom apartment that I loved to hate.

I was on the top right of a four apartment unit, and I hated every second of it.

The neighbor to my right stole my parking spot. The neighbor to my bottom left liked to take my clothes out of the shared laundry room. And the neighbor directly below me liked to have loud, wall banging sex. Not that I knew how he did it since I was above him, and I was fairly sure he couldn’t fuck on the ceilings.

Regardless, he did it, and I was impressed. But also a little sleep deprived at times.

The interior of the apartment was nothing special. White generic walls, beige carpeting. Plain
crappy countertops and appliances that should’ve been updated last decade.

My furniture, however, was nice.

I spent a lot of time at home, and I wanted to be comfortable while I did it.

Which was why I’d spent nearly an entire paycheck on my couch, and the next paycheck on my TV.

My bed wasn’t as nice as my couch, which was why I found myself sleeping on the couch more often than not.

“What’d you get sent home for?” Michael asked, breaking into my thoughts.

I turned to him and crossed my arms over my breasts.

“I couldn’t find my ‘appropriate’ shoes for work this morning, so I wore my regular tennis shoes, which Joslin immediately brought up to our boss, and I got sent home to change them. Although that was over an hour
and a half ago, so I might not have a job to go back to,” I admitted.

He moved forward, running his hand along the back of the couch.

Visions of our one single night together started to filter through my brain, and I barely restrained the urge to cross my legs to try to circumvent the throb between my legs.

“You’ll have a job to go back to,” Michael told me. “As for your shoes, those are in my truck in the backseat. You took them off last night and forgot to take them in with you. Which was what I was bringing back to you when you stole my truck.”

I laughed.

That man! How freakin’ funny he was!

“That would’ve saved me a lot of time and heartache,” I told him. “Why didn’t you just text me?”
I asked.

“You told me to lose your number, remember? Since I’d never memorized it, and you deleted it from my phone, I didn’t have it. Unless I wanted to call Nico,
and today was his day to take a standardized test with the department, athough
it was canceled, thank God. S
o I wouldn’t have been able to do that. So I brought them to you instead,” he explained, his eyes eating me up.

I sighed.

Turning to my kitchen, I put my bag down on the table and went to the fridge to grab my lunch, which I’d forgotten and shoved it into my bag.

“Well I guess you didn’t have to bring me all the way home then. I’ll just have to go change my clothes now because I feel like I swam in a cesspool after being in the back of Nico’s cop car,” I said, heading to my bedroom.

Stripping my shirt off on the way, I tossed it to the floor of my bedroom and went to my closet for a new one.

I stepped out of my shoes and pushed my pants down my hips when I felt a pair of hands settle on either hip.

“I’m pretty sure that I should’ve stayed in the living room,” he whispered against the back of my neck.

Tingles started to run down my spine, and this time I didn’t try to stop my thighs from rubbing together.

Just the sound of the man’s husky voice had me replaying our one night, remembering what it felt like to have him inside of me. The way his rough hands felt against the sensitive skin of my breasts.

The way his beard tickled the lips of my sex as he pulled his cock from me and ate me to completion right before slamming back inside of me and coming hard in two rough strokes.

“Why?” I asked breathlessly, widening my legs when his hand started to move between my thighs.

“Because you’re about to be even later.”

You’re too short to be that full of shit.

-Michael to Nikki

Nikki

I gasped in surprise when he spun me around and moved forward until my back met the shirts I had hanging in my closet.

Hangers screeched in protest as our bodies forced them to press against the wall.

One of my hands went around Michael’s shoulders as the other went to the pole currently holding up every shirt I owned.

“I’m gonna be picking these up later,” I gasped right before Michael’s mouth met mine.

I moaned as his tongue swept inside, rubbing teasingly along mine as he forced his mouth down harder on my own.

When I felt his hands move between us, I lifted my hips slightly, allowing my aching core to rub against his hard abs as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles.

I gasped when he took hold of my hips and forced them back down.

His cock ground against my panty clad pussy, and I couldn’t help the involuntary jerk of my hips as pleasure ripped through me at the simple touch.

“Michael,” I gasped, throwing my head back to pillow in my shirts.

His mouth skimmed along my collarbone, and moved down until his lips glided over the swell of my breast.

I had on a modest white bra that was the single one that I found comfortable to wear all day while working, and I was fairly sure it probably wasn’t what one would call attractive.

Yet, I forgot to care when he tugged the cup of the bra covering one breast down with his teeth, then followed that by sucking the tip of my nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

“Oh, Jesus,” I breathed, hips moving jerkily as tiny sparks centering in the tip of my nipple coursed through my body.

My stomach clenched and I moved both hands from his shoulders down.

One hand went to my panties as the other grasped the hard length of his cock.

Pulling my panties to the side, I lined the head of his cock up with my entrance and waited.

Michael didn’t disappoint.

As he switched breasts, pulling down the other cup with his teeth and nipping the tip of my nipple with his, he surged inside of me.

My pussy convulsed as it tried to adjust to his size, but he didn’t give me time.

Once fully seated inside, he pulled slowly back out before sinking back inside of me roughly.

I bit my lip and moved my hands up to the side of his head, watching as he let the tip of his tongue circle the diameter of my nipple.

He started thrusting in and out of me, filling me to the point of pain, before he retreated once again.

Hangers snapped and shirts fell all around us as his hips powered into me, his cock kissing the entrance to my womb with each thrust.

“Please,” I said, needing more.

I opened my eyes when he stopped, and my eyes widened when he pulled out completely and dropped us down to our knees.

I turned around as he urged my hips to the side, presenting him with my ass.

My hands were resting on my pile of shoes as I looked over my shoulder and watched him pull my panties down over my hips.

My pussy clenched with need at the look on his face as he devoured the sight of my core.

I could guess what he saw.

My pussy lips red and puffy. My entrance leaking with need as it begged him to fill me once again. My panties down around my knees where he’d hastily yanked them. My ass round and full.

I wiggled my hips and pressed back slightly as he continued to look for too long.

“Michael,” I whispered. “Please.”

My pussy clenched when he looked up, my eyes catching his.

They were on fire.

The blues nearly completely black as his pupils dilated.

He moved forward on his knees until his cock met my entrance, and unhurriedly he sank inside.

I moaned and dropped to my elbows as he pushed his hips forward until every last bit of him was buried in my channel.

This position allowed him to sink deeper inside of me, and I swear I could feel him in my belly each time he filled me.

His thumb brushed over the pucker of my asshole, and I practically came with just the single taboo touch.

I clenched down so hard on him that he let out a strangled groan, and finally lost the control he’d been trying desperately to hold on to.

I screamed when he pulled out and thrust into me so hard that my knees left the carpeted floor.

Not in pain, though.

In pleasure.

“Yes!” I keened, pushing back with my own hips to meet his powerful thrusts.

He growled at the way my pussy clenched down on his cock and gave me a small smack on the ass when I tried to reach between my legs to help my orgasm along.

“No,” he said sharply. “That’s mine.”

I didn’t bother to argue with what was his.

I remembered how he liked it.

It’d been a very long time since I’d last had his cock, but I knew he only wanted my pleasure to come from him.

He wanted to be responsible for bringing me to orgasm.

He wanted to make me come so hard that I screamed so loud I aroused the neighbors.

My hand dropped and I let the side of my face rest along the length of one of my house slippers as he pounded inside of me.

My orgasm was just around the corner, and he could feel it.

“Come,” he ordered.

I laughed. “You can’t just
tell me to
come. You have to
make
me.”

So he did.

By inserting his thumb into my ass.

I shot off like a freakin’ bottle rocket, surging so high and far into oblivion that I couldn’t see my way home again.

Distantly, I was aware of him pulling out of me and roughly fisting his cock against my back as he shot his come down the length of my back, but I was too busy coming to wonder why.

His thumb twisted inside of me and my orgasm, which I’d thought had been on the downhill slide, started to move forward again.

By the time I was back in my own skin, I was in a boneless heap where I’d collapsed, shoes digging into my upper torso and not one single care in sight.

“I think you broke me,” I told him, feeling him withdraw his thumb.

He snorted as he stood, and I watched as he drug his pants that were still around his ankles, back up his legs and over his hips.

He zipped them, but didn’t button them as he walked away, leaving me in my indecent position in a pile of sexual haze.

He came back short moments later with a wash cloth, and started cleaning my back free of his release.

Once done, he shoved his hand underneath my hips and lifted me up and back.

When my back met his front, I leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck for his seeking mouth.

“Thank God you’re on the pill,” he said in his gravelly voice.

I looped my arm around his neck.

“How do you know I’m on them?” I asked curiously.

I wasn’t surprised that he knew I still was.

He was a cop for God’s sake.

If he wasn’t observant and smart, he wouldn’t make a good cop.

And there was one thing I knew of for sure, Michael was a damn fine cop.

“Because I saw them in your purse last night when you were handing your phone to Alison,” he explained. “Just remember to take them, because after fucking you bare like this, I’m fairly sure I’ll never be able to do it again with a condom.”

His admission made me smile widely.

Then my smile died as I heard my phone ringing from the kitchen.

“Shit,” I said, standing up and yanking my panties up as well.

The new position placed Michael’s face right at eye level with my ass, and he took full advantage of it as I looked down at the mess we’d made of my closet.

“Shit,” I said, bending down to look through the mess.

I found a shirt, followed by a pair of pants, and threw them on, all the while Michael massaged my ass and inner thighs, working me into another tizzy before I realized it.

“Michael,” I said pleadingly. “I’m already late. Please.”

He growled in frustration as he said, “I have to get to work shortly too. Goddammit.”

I smiled as he let my hips go and stood, but only to replace his fingers with his cock.