CAUGHT SPEEDING PART II

I nodded, clutching my arms around myself. “Yeah. I had a… rough day.”

Which was the understatement of the year.

I was trying not to think about Jake, but my mind flashed to his stupid smug face and the way he didn’t even try to hide what he’d done. I clenched my jaw, suddenly feeling both angry and embarrassed again. The officer seemed to notice the shift in my expression, and something flickered across his face. He looked serious—but not cold. More like he was reading me. Studying me.

He didn’t speak right away, and the silence stretched a little too long. I felt awkward, like I should say something else, but I couldn’t stop staring at him.

And he was staring right back.

Up close, his eyes weren’t just hazel. They were warm and golden around the edges, and there was a quiet intensity in them that made me feel like he could see more than I wanted him to.

“You live around here?” he finally asked, his voice quieter now, less like a cop and more like a man making conversation.

I nodded slowly. “A few miles up. On Maple Drive.”

He nodded once, his eyes flicking over my car like he was checking every detail. “License and registration?” he asked, voice still calm but firm.

“Oh. Right. Yeah. Of course,” I said quickly, like I hadn’t forgotten what to do during a traffic stop. My brain was so scrambled I could barely speak properly. I turned toward the driver’s side door, my hands fumbling like they didn’t belong to me. My fingers slipped on the handle once before I finally managed to pull it open.

“It’s inside. I’ll just—uh, get it,” I mumbled, already leaning in halfway before I finished the sentence.

I bent over into the car, reaching across the seat for my purse, which had somehow slid onto the passenger side floor. My wallet was inside, along with my license, and I needed to find it fast. But as I stretched farther in, I became very aware of something else.

My butt was in the air.

And he was still behind me.

I could feel his eyes. Like actual heat on my skin. My heart thumped harder. My jeans were tight—not on purpose, they were just my favorite pair—and the way I was bent over probably didn’t help. I squirmed a little without meaning to, trying to shift my weight so I could dig deeper into my bag. But to anyone watching… yeah. It probably looked like I was wiggling my butt.

Crap.

That’s when I heard it—a low, sharp intake of breath behind me.

My whole body went still.

Then, in a voice so deep and rough it made my toes curl, he said, “Don’t move.”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t a command. It was something else—low, dangerous, and insanely sexy. Like the kind of voice that made you freeze not because you were scared, but because your body instantly listened.

My breath caught in my throat.

I stayed exactly where I was, half-bent into the car, heart pounding like a drum. Goosebumps prickled across my arms even though the night air was warm. I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t have to. I could feel the tension in the air shift. It wrapped around me like something thick and electric.

He was quiet for a long moment. So long that I started to wonder if maybe I had imagined it. Maybe he hadn't said anything at all. Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me because of how crazy this situation was.

But then he moved.

I felt him behind me, his strong body pressing against mine. My heart raced as I realized how vulnerable I was, bent over my car like this. But when I felt his hardness press against my ass, a jolt of desire shot through me. This was wrong, so wrong, but God did I want him.

He palmed my ass through my jeans, his big hands gripping the soft flesh. I couldn't help but arch into his touch, craving more. "You disobeyed the law, darling," he growled, his voice rough with need. "And now you deserve to be punished."

I gasped, my eyes widening at his bold words. He wanted to punish me? Here, like this? The thought sent a thrill of fear and excitement through me. I knew I should protest, tell him to stop. But I couldn't find my voice. All I could do was whimper as he rubbed himself against me, his hard bulge grinding against my ass.

His fingers dug into my hips as he held me still. I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. I couldn't believe this was happening. The officer was groping me, his hands roaming over my ass through my jeans. I should have been disgusted, horrified, but instead I found myself arching into his touch, craving more.

"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. More? Less? For him to stop or to never stop?

He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my ear. "Begging already? We're just getting started, sweetheart."

His hand slid lower, cupping my most intimate area. I let out a soft moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. He was hard as steel against my backside, his desire for me obvious.

"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he growled, pressing his fingers harder against my clothed sex. "Teasing the officer like this. I bet you've been thinking about getting pulled over just so you could have a good time."

I shook my head frantically, even as my body betrayed me, pressing back against him. "No, I swear, I didn't-"

"Shhh," he silenced me, his other hand sliding up my side to cup my breast through my shirt. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you a lesson, you bad girl."

His fingers found my nipple, pinching and twisting it until I cried out. Pleasure mixed with pain shot through me, making my head spin. I'd never been touched like this before, so roughly, so dominatingly. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

"I'm going to make you come right here, over your car," he promised darkly. "I'm going to make you scream so loud the whole neighborhood knows what a dirty little slut you are."

His words sent a thrill of shameful arousal through me. I was completely at his mercy, bent over the hood of my car with an officer's hands all over my body. I should have been appalled, but instead I found myself dripping wet, desperate for more of his touch.

"Please," I whimpered again, not even caring how pathetic I sounded. "Please make me come."

He pulled away, leaving me empty and wanting. "Bad girls don't get what they want," he said coldly, his tone sharp as a whip.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but before I could react, he ordered, "Get on your knees."

I obeyed instantly, dropping to the gravel without hesitation. I looked up at him, my eyes wide and pleading. He stood before me, his crotch at my eye level. I could see the huge bulge straining against his uniform pants. My mouth watered at the sight, my pussy clenching with anticipation.

My hands shook as I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He watched me with dark, hooded eyes, his expression stern. "I told you bad girls don't get what they want," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Go on then," he growled, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head. "Suck my cock like the dirty little slut you are."

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his cloth-covered erection. He was so big, so hard. I couldn't wait to taste him. I mouthed at him through his pants, my tongue dragging over the thick length of him. He groaned above me, his fingers tangling in my hair.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hips bucking slightly. "You like that, don't you? You like having an officer's cock in your face."

I moaned in response, my hands trembling as I undid his belt and fly. I needed to feel him, all of him. I needed to taste his flesh on my tongue.

With a final flick of my fingers, his pants fell open, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. I gasped at the sight. It was huge, bigger than any I'd seen before, and rock hard. I could see the thick veins pulsing beneath the skin.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, earning a deep, guttural growl from him. He tasted salty and musky, his pre-cum already leaking onto my tongue.

"Fuck yes," he grunted, fisting his hand in my hair and guiding my head up and down his length. "Take it all, slut. Choke on my cock like a good girl."