Page 37 of Topaz

The moans coming from her as her body came down from the high they’d both crested. Even his muscles no longer ached. There wasn’t a drug on the street better than the serotonin high of a good woman riding his dick.

“Fuck,” she moaned and rolled to her side.

The curve of her hip pulling his hand like a siren to a man at sea…Lost in the waves as he smoothed his palm along her ass.

“Oh please, yes.” Her eyes remained closed.

His cock did a double take. Filling with his arousal like he was a damn teenager ready for a second round. She didn’t want that, did she? Her hand covered his and guided it over her hip, past her thigh and once again to the soft dusting of hair from her maintained pussy. Teasing her clit with his fingers, masturbating, but using his hand and not hers.

The wetness coating his fingers with her arousal and what he could only assume was his release. Her flesh rose, the light catching the reaction creating little shadows on her skin before she tugged on his arm and plunged his fingers inside her somehow tight channel before removing them and bringing his glisten fingers to her mouth. Sucking them hard as she drew them out slowly in the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.

“We taste good together,” she purred, her eyes heavy lidded as she ran her tongue along her upper lip. “Salty, sweet.”

Never had he wanted to kiss a woman more, and when he moved, her leg lifted. Pressed against the back of the seat and opening her up to him. Climbing the best he could on top of her their mouths a mix of hunger and need. Her tongue dancing in his mouth as he tasted her sweetness and wanted more.

Before he could figure out how they could possibly work her pussy to his lips her hand surrounded his manhood and guided him to her warm channel. He had to open the door, he didn’t give a fuck if his ass got wet, he needed more than to rock inside her and dream. Reaching back, he pulled the door handle and a gust of air filled the space with fresh air. His feet moved from the cab of the truck and his boots found purchase on the gravel road. Hands on her hips he moved her to the end of the seat before guiding himself back inside her, then thrusting hard.

Pounding her pussy as her body arched so high, he nipped at her breasts and once again, she cried out. Now the sound floated in the air, sending him over the top. She was a stripper and knew how to please a man, but her body told him this wasn’t a game. Some play on a good time fuck looking for a tip at the end.

With the door open, the cab had been flooded with light and her hand came to the back of his neck pulling him close to her as they stared in each other’s eyes. A connection so deep he felt it in his toes as those blue eyes told him everything he needed to know. She was fucking him. Taking him into her body. This was not some play on a lost love. Pupils dilating, her breaths quickened and once again, her core tightened around him as he emptied every bit of himself inside her. And then collapsed, ass out to the empty field behind him, on top of her.

The pads of her fingers brushed along the back of his head. His body alive from two of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever known. Only this time, the soreness was getting to him. His left leg on uneven ground now had him fearing he’d tumble or worse in front of her. Of course, because he was no longer a full man.

Disgusted with himself, he stood outside the truck and tucked himself away.

Topaz scooted back on the seat with a sated look on her face.

Onyx took in the night. The sky cleared away from the rain, he needed to at least walk around the truck. Clear his head from what had just happened.

He’d fucked Topaz. Twice. Fuck, he didn’t even know her real name. Only Red’s mom Maggie used proper names and she even called the woman Topaz. Running his hand over his head, he had to brace himself on the bed of the pickup to move around it. His hip on fire, he hadn’t taken off his lower leg in days. That couldn’t help the infection. Thank goodness, old Glen and Stimpy had been too stupid to see he didn’t have all his original parts.

“See anything?” Topaz called from inside the truck and scanned the horizon.

“No,” he replied. “We better get going.” He wasn’t about to make himself more vulnerable than he already felt and take off the aching limb, but something had to give and soon.

When he got back in, he lowered the steering wheel and glanced at Topaz.

Wearing her shirt,panties and he assumed her bra, but leaving her jeans on the vent. Her feet were on the glovebox, toes curling and uncurling as an uncomfortable silence came over them.

Shit, they hadn’t even turned the truck off during all that. Putting it in drive, he pulled away from the lonely road and kept in search of a recognizable landmark. His eyes shifting over to her. The silence building a wall he never wanted. “You didn’t want to know about me,” he said searching for some form of connection with her and returning to their previous conversation.

“No,” she replied meekly. “All I knew was you were Hollywood’s friend from LA. You were a cop with him right? On SWAT?”

“Never made it far enough for SWAT,” he said. “Put in for it, was on the shortlist. Hollywood and I would have been in the same training class.”

“Oh, I just thought your leg was from some repelling down the side of a building type accident.”

“No,” he replied, the normal tension between his shoulders gone. Topaz had shared her pain with him. Her reason for being so cold and harsh with him. He needed to do the same. “I was on patrol,” he began. “Normal day. Was patrolling with my partner.”

“Hollywood?”

“Nah, we rotated partners. They wanted us comfortable with more than one officer. Sick days, retirement, hell burnout and suicides were common place so they wanted us to be,flexible.” He glanced over.

Topaz cut her eyes at him and smiled.

“Anyway, she was a rookie and we were having a debate on music, saw a box in the road, so I stopped to clear the debris.”

“Was a rookie?” she questioned, her voice solemn.

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