Rough Justice (3 page)

“Oh god.” She moaned and scooted back against him. Hot flesh to hot flesh. Pulling her closer, he claimed her from neck to thigh. One arm wrapped around her shoulders, his other hand sliding farther into her panties. His fingers danced over the dripping seam of her shaved pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he growled into her hair. “And smooth.” He loved a bald pussy, slick with cream and eager to be fucked. His finger parted her drenched folds and her knees buckled. “Hold on, baby.”

“I can’t. There’s nothing to hold onto.”

She didn’t have a trunk and he wanted her thighs spread with her pussy laid open for him to lick and suck. He pulled his hand from her panties. “Grab the condom.”

Ivan went to the driver-side door of his vehicle and turned off the flashers. He flipped off the spotlight, plunging them into blackness. He turned to see Roxie silhouetted in the dim dome light of her vehicle. She had her ass in the air, leaning into the passenger side of her car, obviously searching for the elusive condom. He stalked toward her.

He halted behind her and ran his hand over the curve of her ass. She froze. Her silken-smooth flesh felt like heaven. In her four-inch come-fuck-me boots, Roxie’s five-foot-four height positioned her cunt perfectly for him to drive his cock into her heated sheath.

Since the first time he’d pulled her over, he’d wanted to taste the sweet nectar of her arousal, feel the smooth glove of her pussy suck his shaft into her depths. Almost as much as he wanted to fuck her, he needed to fist his hands in her long black hair and piston his hips, driving his cock between those full, painted red lips.

Ivan crouched behind her, level with her ass, and breathed deeply. The scent of her arousal filled his nose. He hooked a finger in her thong panties and inched them down her hips, past her thighs, to the ground. She lifted one booted foot then the other. The edge of her panties caught on a four-inch heel. He carefully freed the snag then reached forward and placed her soaked panties on the passenger seat in front of her.

“Feel your panties.”

“I know how wet they are.”

“Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“Oh
yes
. I’ve renamed my vibrator Ivan.”

On a few occasions when he’d pulled her over for speeding, she’d had a male companion. He didn’t think a beautiful woman like Roxie lacked for dates, but this wasn’t just about a nameless one-time fuck. He wanted to get to know her…
while
he fucked the shit of her.

Roxie pushed her ass against his face. Spreading her drenched folds with his thumbs, he licked her from clit to the puckered rosette of her totally fuckable ass. Cream tickled his taste buds.

“So sweet.” He’d never tasted anything as good as Roxie’s cream. But he wanted more. He wanted her breaking apart. Ivan sucked her pussy, stabbing his tongue into her hot hole. Slurping sounds blended with the sounds of the night. As she bumped and wriggled against him, her miniskirt bunched around her waist. A curtain of black hair draped down her back and over her shoulders. Her moans of pleasure filled the small, confined space of her vehicle.

Ivan eased one thick, blunt finger into her weeping cunt.

“I need more. Make me come.” Her hips rolled and gyrated against his mouth and finger.

Ivan inserted a second finger and scissored them back and forth. Tight walls gripped him, released and clenched again.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“That’s it, baby, moan for me.” He darted his tongue into her drenched folds. Juices flowed hot, trickling onto his chin. He drank her deeply, filling his nostrils with her scent. Roxie was like a drug—he craved her, and now with one taste he was hooked.

Ivan reached between his legs and stroked the solid length of his cock. Starting at the base, he squeezed to the crown and milked pre-come from the slit. Exquisite pleasure coursed through his veins and into his shaft. Blood roared in his ears. His balls tightened and drew close to his body. If he wasn’t careful he’d rocket off. He wanted his shaft encased in her sheath when he came for the first time.

Roxie gripped the edge of the passenger seat. Her thighs trembled and her back arched. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” She rose onto her tiptoes. “Oh yes. Right there!”

Ivan maneuvered her body and adjusted his position to give him better access to her pussy. He tunneled through her bare, heated folds and scraped his tongue along her swollen clit. Firm swipes followed gentle nibbles, lapping at her sweet juices.

Roxie moaned and reached between her legs. She spread herself wide, exposing the engorged pink tissues. Ivan thrust two fingers into her and with his other hand, released his cock to shove his middle finger deep into her rectum. Roxie’s scream cut through the night and she convulsed. Cream flooded his hand. Removing his fingers from her channel, he licked and teased her pussy.

“Fuck me now, Ivan. I can’t wait!” She lifted her hand and waved a small package.

Ivan stood, grabbed the condom, tore the package with his teeth and rolled the rubber over his shaft. He’d waited six months to fuck her and before he gave her a ride home, he intended to ride
her
…long, hard and in every possible way.

Roxie lifted one leg to the open edge of the door. Ivan moved in behind her, fit the head of his cock to her opening and, with a growl, slid eight inches deep.

Roxie’s head fell back and a sated laugh flowed from her lips. “Oh my god, your cock feels so good.”

Ivan slowly pulled out, enjoying the pleasure of her smooth walls resisting, trying to hold him in. When only the head remained inside, he impaled her on his prick again. And again. In and out in hard, rhythmic thrusts. Over and over. He slammed into her tight, drenched hole. Building speed and force, he drove them both to delirium in a frenzy of wild fucking. His fingers dug into her hips. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together grew louder. With each thrust, Ivan’s sac slapped against her, sending a flash of pleasure-pain into his sensitive balls.

Panting and gasping, Roxie reached release. “Fuck me, Ivan! Fuck me!” She screamed through her orgasm. He listened to her nails clawing the passenger seat. Spasms rocked her hot inner core and she clamped tight around his shaft. Ivan didn’t let her crest, but continued to bang deep, impacting the top of her channel.

He palmed her ass then slapped her.

“Ouch!” she cried, but didn’t protest. Instead her voice quivered with excitement.

He slapped her again, leaving the stinging red imprint of his hand on her cheek.

“Just like a cop to want it rough.”

Ivan bent his knees, gaining leverage, and penetrated her from a new angle. “Yeah, Roxie. Tell me you love it.” His cock sank deep. Carnal hunger motivated him. He’d fantasized about an intimate encounter in the middle of the night. Now he dominated her body. He wanted to get into her head the way she’d been in his—fuck her until she screamed his name and he’d extracted every drop of cream from her pussy. His only thoughts were of Roxie and how much pleasure he could rain on her body.

“Talk to me, Roxie—tell me how you like to be fucked.”

“I want your stiff, thick cock deep inside.” Roxie reached between her legs, grabbed his sac, wet with her juices, and squeezed.

“You’ll make me come,” he said through clenched teeth.

She chuckled and gently gripped his balls, rolling them in her palm then squeezing them again, this time harder.

Ivan stretched his neck, teeth clenched, and grunted. With a jolt, he careened into orgasm. His cock pulsed, gloved in her channel. He buried his length to the hilt, fully seated in her pussy. Then he pulled back and slapped her ass again.

Roxie cried out as his orgasm brought her to another release. He pumped into her a few more times, until their frenzied fucking ebbed. Ivan gulped in air and slipped his cock from her warmth. He shimmied her skirt over her hips. “You okay?”

She stood and turned in his arms. “Yes.” Her hands traveled up his chest and around his neck. “Would you give me a ride home?”

“I’ll give you a ride anywhere.”

She smiled. “I think you just proved that.”

“Let’s go.” He’d take her home then ride her again…and again.

Chapter Two

Jay Turpin rolled his stiff shoulders. They’d won their game in the ninth inning. Down two runs and he’d hit a baseline double that tied the game. Pete Strom hit a homer that scored the winning run, but the whole team took the victory. The celebration had continued at End Zone with a couple pitchers of beer.

But what he’d really wanted was to see Roxie. Playoff pressures had him strung too tight, making him grateful that he still had an awesome sexual relationship with his ex.

But whenever he thought of their time apart his stomach pitched and rolled. A permanent breakup had never been his intention, but Jay needed to be ready if opportunity knocked. A serious relationship could keep him from making the best decisions for his career. Since he’d first hit a ball, he’d dreamed of playing in the major league. And since high school he’d been on that track.

However, Roxie was important to him too.

Over the years they’d become comfortable. Then just after Christmas, they’d agreed to see other people. It was easy to go from serious relationship to just friends because they hadn’t stopped having sex. Remaining close should have been simple. But lately Roxie had developed a fascination with the local fuzz. And to think, Jay had been the dipshit who’d suggested the open relationship.

So while he chased the dream of professional baseball, Roxie was hoping to round third base and slide into home plate with the sheriff.

There were times Jay wished they didn’t share everything, including recent fantasies. Listening to her talk about the local sheriff had become a recurring conversation. Roxie wanted to fuck the county cop.

He rubbed his eyes. Damn, he was tired. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he noted the time. Thankfully he didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow and could sleep in.

His downtown condo was nice and affordable, but not permanent. He had hopes of getting picked up by a farm team for one of the major league franchises. Until then he lived light, and improved his game skills by catching in the minors. Some day, when the dream of the big league was finished—or dead—he’d put his degree to good use. He hoped that was still years away and that when he was ready, Roxie would be too. Who knew what the future held? Maybe they still had a chance. He loved her, always would.

He emptied his pockets onto the kitchen counter. Orange light flashed from the screen of his cell phone, indicating a missed call. He glanced at the number. Roxie. She’d called over an hour ago. He swore as he dialed in to retrieve his voicemail, hoping to hell she hadn’t had a problem at the club, like some asshole with groping hands giving her a hard time.

Shit
, he thought, listening to her message. By now she’d probably called someone else, but he punched in her cell number anyway, wanting to be sure.

No answer.

Driving out to her place was a pain in the ass. He’d preferred when she’d lived in town. But he’d never sleep if he didn’t reassure himself she was safe. And he wanted to see her. Crashing at her pad held the most appeal. His heart and cock jumped with the possibility of a good fuck.

He rushed into his bedroom and quickly changed his dress clothes. After games, players were required to wear a tie and jacket. He tossed his tie on the bed and quickly stripped out of his suit. After pulling on a pair of faded denims, he stomped his feet into cowboy boots. He grabbed a black T-shirt out of a drawer, went to the kitchen, swiped his keys and cell off the counter and bolted out the door.

The headlights on his truck cut through the dark night. Damn it. Where was she? Typical Rox, she hadn’t been precise in where she’d run out of gas, only that she was stranded on the side of the road. The farther he traveled out of town, the harder his dick grew and the more his balls ached. There were no headlights visible in the rearview mirror so he stepped on the gas until the speedometer clicked past seventy. It would be his bad luck that Roxie’s good buddy Sheriff Soto was on duty. The cop would take pleasure in issuing him a citation for speeding.

The truck raced down the two-lane road. Five miles from Roxie’s house, he spotted her car on the side of the road. He hit the brakes, spraying gravel as he pulled up behind her. Jay scrambled from the truck. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He approached her car and peered into the driver’s window. The doors were locked and her purse and keys weren’t visible. Noticing a piece of paper lodged under the windshield wiper, he plucked the ticket and held it in the beams from his truck’s headlights. It wasn’t a speeding ticket, but a notice to any other cops who happened upon the abandoned vehicle.

A flash of jealousy, quick and consuming, fired through him. Sheriff Soto. A man had to be blind not to see the sheriff’s interest in Roxie. Not that Jay blamed him. Most men, unless they were gay, had a thing for his girl.

He crumpled the paper and threw it on the ground. Then he stalked back to his truck, climbed behind the wheel and slammed the door closed. Tires squealed as he pulled back onto the road and sped toward Roxie’s house.

The five miles passed in a blur. In his gut he knew he wouldn’t find her alone. Neither he nor his stiff cock knew exactly what to do about that.