SEX TENSION 2

Melody’s POV

We stepped out, our bodies drenched in water as it dripped slowly on the floor.

With every step I took, my thoughts kept buzzing.

The thought of me breaking my rules!

My principle!

And my ethics!

For a total stranger, it wasn’t a mistake and blaming it on lust wasn't owning up to my mistake.

I know I was sent to arrest him, I needed no one to tell me.

Yet hours passed by and I lost my senses at the sight of his cock, I bit my lower lip, till they spilled blood reality dawning on me.

Time went by just like the wind, yet I still thirsted for him. My body craved for wild touch

Are you up for a quickie?” the statement slipped through my lips. My breath shook beneath my words , and after a few seconds of asking without receiving a response I began to feel awkward.

The truth was……

I still want more of him, I still wanted to moan out really loud.

“What, why are you staring at me like this?” he smirked dangerously, staring down at my naked body.

He paced through the room faster, his bandages were wet , water mixed with blood dripping down slowly.

“A quickie it is then,” he shoved the words between his drink, while the glass of whiskey dropped on the table, giving a thudding sound.

“Arc your back,” he commanded. I was shocked.

At first I had thought he wasn't willing to do anything, it was the sudden turn that made my tummy twist.

I jumped on the bed in excitement, already imagining the pleasure I was going to feel at that moment.

Slowly I bent on the bed, arching my back in the most convenient manner, my face in the rough sheets on the bed.

My nails dug into the bed spread immediately, his hands roamed gently through my spine, my breath shook a little, in a way nobody would notice.

“Fuck,” I groaned in building pain.

It was very different, building tension, my head felt blunt, my mind rotated through, my head dug into the soft blanket.

“That's not the hole, motherfucker,” I grabbed , twisting to the left about to turn, but his grip kept me in check, allowing my face to meet the bedspread.

He kept banging me, my body swaying from left to right, as his hips kept moving in a rocking movement.

“Aaah,” he kept saying repeatedly, his tone changed to that of a sly one.

“Do it well,” he commanded, slapping my butt hard, the thwarted sound was all I could hear.

“You like me fucking you, I know it,” he grinned as I continued to smutter my words together, all moans forming through my lips.

The bed kept rocking back and forth in a manner I couldn't just dictate.

“Fuck,” I smutter while enjoying the fact that he was giving me back shots, detailed from my butt hole.

“I love it when you arc your back the way I like it,” he grinned, pushing my waist in a manner that allowed it to flow.

His hands stretched forth towards the lubricant on the stool, it was grey in a tube form while he stretched his hands still banging slowly.

Finally, he applied the lubricant, as the grip tightened, slipping conveniently better than before.

The muscles of the walls of my sneaky link felt uncomfortable.

“Stop,” I shivered trying to get a hold of myself.

After a few minutes, he gave it a stop, the tattoo on his hand became really significant.

“Bad girl,” he smirked while staring at me as I lay down on the bed flat, my legs opened wide. I felt heated from within, fire burning through my veins.

In a few minutes, I struggled to stand up from the bed, crawling sleekly as I wore my uniform, slowly buttoning up the blue shirt which clung onto my frame.

“Why don't you stay the night?” his voice loomed from behind, sweat crawling through his abs.

I wore my black pants, my gun along my pocket as I stared at him.

My gaze fell on the clock, “it's almost midnight, I can't stay for the night,” I answered him watching him stretch.

“I mean if you stay the night it's cool, we can fuck all night.”

The offer was interesting yet tempting, I couldn't just deny the fact that he brought my teenage self back in just a few hours.

Tomorrow was Wednesday, the day I had to return to the station.

I had to give a report to my boss on how we would go about the arrest of Antonio, the man I had just slept with.

And yes! Don't blame me, I was just really horny and… He is a good fucker.

Wait!

I know that's not an excuse for my behavior, but still, I just couldn't leave like that.

“What are you thinking, officer?” Antonio grinned at me, staring widely, his eyes almost popping out.

What? I questioned.

It has been 4 hours since I have been here, and now it is almost midnight.

“Bye,” I replied sharply, taking my gun with my left hand while walking towards the entrance.

“When are we going to fuck next?” he stared at me, his eyes on my trousers.

My gaze went down, realizing that I hadn't zipped up, my cat showing, his tongue twisted through his lower lips.

I immediately gulped down a ball of saliva as I zipped it up.

“We aren't fucking again, criminal,” I answered him defiantly like I wasn't going to do it again.

“A sex toy would satisfy me better than what you do,” I rolled my eyes, as my gaze ran through the white ceiling.

He scoffed, staring at me, “a sex toy won't make you vibrate and beg me to stop, a sex toy won't splatter cum in your mouth until it drips, and a sex toy won't make the walls of your dripping cunt drench for more.”

Once he concluded his statement, I couldn't help but feel shy while glaring at him.

“You were moaning while begging me for more,” Antonio glared at me, his mouth formed in a sarcastic manner, his eyes digging deep through mine, like he could see my thoughts.

“ What a motherfucker!” I whispered, walking out, never to return.