right down the middle, revealing my more modern underwear.
“Did you know it’s a crime in this state to cover up a sexy body like this, ma’am?”
“Look who’s talking.”
Ryan smiled and pushed his hips forward, grinding himself between my legs and leaving me in no doubt that things had taken a turn for the hard down there. His fingers traversed down my chest, across my belly, then rose up to his shirt.
With each button he undid, he revealed more of his lean and muscular torso. The handcuffs rattled again as I forgot myself for a second, and tried to reach for him so I could feel the hard curves of his body the way he had felt my soft ones.
“You’re in a whole heap of trouble, miss.”
“I have a license for that synthesizer.”
Ryan shrugged off his shirt. I had my legs gripped around his waist, and tried to make him fall forward so I could kiss that inked masculine perfection. I loved the way it felt when I licked his body and my tongue slipped into the grooves created by his abs. It was like a sexy maze to navigate.
Unfortunately, this time it seemed Ryan had other plans. He planted his hands on either side of my pillow, stopping himself from falling into as my tongue’s domain. He pushed his swollen bulge against my sex through my panties again and I sighed happily, bucking my hips a little.
Regaining his balance, Ryan reached behind my back for the clasp of my bra, and I arched again to give him easier access. When he snapped his fingers, I felt the instant relief as the underwire released me.
He ran his fingertips along the line where it had hugged me so tightly, loosening it further, before gathering it and my ruined two-dollar shirt into his grip and pushing them both up over my head. With me secured to the headboard as I was, he couldn’t get them completely off, but it was good enough to leave my upper body completely exposed to anything he wanted to do to me.
I was forced to unhook my ankles from behind him, so he could move back slightly and bring his mouth to each of my nipples in turn, squeezing and kneading my breasts appreciatively at the same time. When he turned his attention to one, the cool air on his saliva teased the other nipple erect, until every touch of his tongue, lips and fingers had me straining and writhing against my restraints.
Ryan moved backwards even further, kissing his way down my navel. His tongue swirled around my bellybutton, and I gave the most wide-smiled sigh any girl ever gave as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and panties.
He pulled and I squirmed until he was off the bed and I was wearing nothing but mismatched bright green and pink knee-socks. I closed my legs modestly, and Ryan smirked in response as he dropped my clothes on the floor.
There was nothing he hadn’t seen before, in close and intimate detail, but I knew he liked the hint of a chase. I also knew by now that every thrill I gave him would be paid back to me tenfold when he used all his expertise to pleasure me ways I couldn’t even imagine another man being capable of.
“Please, officer, I’ll do anything if you’ll just let me go,” I said.
“Anything?”
Ryan undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing inch after inch of cock that was just throbbing its way to full-mast. The sight of it drove me wild every time, but tonight I wanted it more than ever.
“Yes, sir,”
“Well, I think tonight I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until you sing. How about that?”
Somehow I’d managed to rein in our lust after that first night, satisfying our needs in other ways before things boiled over and Ryan ended up fucking me again. There was some part of me that tried to justify it as a middle ground between my two lives.
Maybe it was the way he’d worn that uniform tonight, or the way he laid out his plan for my sex just now, but I was so fucking wet for him that I convinced myself that the middle ground was a lie. The middle ground was a place where I didn’t stay within the rules of my old life, and I didn’t give myself or Ryan what we both really wanted in this life.
Seeing him walk into the room earlier,