Page 12 of He Sees You

Don’t be jealous of the dildo, Derek, I tell myself. Just because she’s fucking the toy, that won’t take anything away from the first time you get to fuck her, and at least now you know how much she’s going to enjoy it when you do if her enticing little moans as she fucks herself is anything to go by…

Don’t be jealous… that’s easier said than done.Iwant to be the one fucking her. If this is the closest I can get to Dove, her in her apartment as she fucks herself with a silicone cock that’s jingling wildly as she pushes her ass up again it, me in mine asI tug on my real cock… I’ll take it. It’s still the best Christmas Eve I’d had in a long, long time, and I only wish our not-quite-mutual masturbation session lasted a little longer.

It’s not even how quickly my orgasm sneaks up on me that has it ending so abruptly. I’m bucking into my fist, holding tightly to my phone so that I don’t miss a second of the pleasure twisting Dove’s features, when I groan out her name, jets of come spurting out all over my fingers and my sweatpants.

But while I finished, Dove didn’t. At least, I don’t think she did because she’s certainly nowhere near as relaxed and content as she is after a session with one of her toys when she’s smacking the mattress with the flat of her hand before she crawls away from my cock, reaching for her phone instead.

It’s ringing. That’s weird. She’s gotten phone calls during her ‘self-care’ times before and always ignored whoever was calling.

Why isn’t she ignoring this one?

The exchange is quick. Dove answers, the caller says something, and she responds with, “Of course. I’ll be right there.” A pause, and then, “Yup. Same spot as always,” and I know exactly why she answered the phone.

Fucking a Christmas-themed sex toy or not, you can’t keep your customers waiting, can you?

I’m sticky with semen. My own orgasm is short-lived as I watch Dove scatter around her room, putting on fresh clothes, then searching for the supply she keeps hidden in her bottom dresser drawer all while ignoring the red dildo that’s still stuck to her wall.

Do I get up and wash myself off? Not yet. But by the time Dove is grabbing her purse, I’m off the couch. A quick stop to the bathroom and my hands are clean, and now I’m in my bedroom, doing what I do best:plotting.

First step? Like Dove, I need to get dressed. Gotta be quick, too, if I want to finally take the opportunity given to me and, like Burns says, take it.

I pause on my way to my bedroom closet. It’s Christmas Eve. Though I might pretend otherwise, I’ve been looking for an excuse to finally confront my precious Dove. If I had to, I was going to fake a call to the department store, accidentally ‘bump’ into her, pretend like I knew her and wait until she remembered when I responded to that first call with Burns. I’d smile invitingly, maybe even make sure the dimple in my left cheek popped. Run my fingers through my hair and, aw shucks, I’d kill for a cup of coffee at the end of a long shift, wouldn’t she like to join me when hers was done?

I had a plan. A whole fucking plan to use everything I’ve learned about Dove to be the perfect guy for her. Whatever she wanted, I’d give it to her until there was no getting rid of me.

But it’s Christmas Eve. I’ve got a belly full of milk and cookies, fond memories of my mom and a desperation to have Dove as my future, and a cock that’s eager to replace the mold I made of it inside her pretty pink pussy… and my naughty girl is sneaking out before Santa can climb down her chimney—or in through her window.

I had a plan, but with Burns’s advice running through my head, I suddenly come up with abetterone.

Once I’m changed and read to go, I hesitate for a moment.

I have one final gift for Dove. I’d planned on slipping it under her tree while she was sleeping tonight. It bothered me that she had a pretty decorated tree and nothing beneath it. I’ve been her Santa all season long. Of course I had something to give her for Christmas Day, and it’s perfect in more ways than one.

Just like how the lacy underwear and jingle-dildo made it clear what her secret Santa wants fromher, once she sees what I bought her for Christmas, she’ll understand just how much I’vebeen drawn to her, that Ilovewho I think she is and who Iknowshe is, that she’s the epitome of perfection in every way to this lonely, desperate cop—and that, most importantly, there is no escaping Officer Derek Coleman.

And tonight?

That’s exactly who I’m going to be.

Officer Coleman would have no reason to bring a present along on a sting operation. I’m going to catch a criminal tonight; my revised plan hinges on that. So I look at my wrapped box on my table, and I grin.

It’s time for Dove to meet the cop first.

I’ll leave the gift here. That’ll just give me an excuse to come back, change again, and tonight?

She’ll finally get to meet her secret Santa.

SIX

MISTLETOE

DEREK

One of the best things about being a cop? Pesky fucking things like speed limits and rules of the road mean shit to me.

I’m a rookie. Veterans like Burns get to take their cruisers home with them while I rarely drive one myself. My mentor prefers to be a beat cop, going on foot when he can, but when we do drive? He’s always behind the wheel.

Tonight I take my personal car. If any of my fellow officers try to stop me, I’ve got my gun, my badge, and my blues on. They’ll let me go, and by the time they realize that I’m dressed like I’m on duty while I’m not, I’ll be on my way to Dove.

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