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You and Gavin were always arguing. So when Fowler partnered you two, I dont know what he was thinking.
Here you were, arguing for the sixth time today, number one was for refusing to get him coffee, number two was for him talking down to one of the forensics guys, number three was for simply being too close to him in a tight space while on a case, number four for wearing tight jeans, number five was for how you got into the car and this one? Well this one is because you looked at him. You and Gavin were stood on his apartment balcony after Fowler sent you to go get Gavin to ensure he wasnt late again, Gavin was smoking a cigarette and you talking about the next case, on deaf ears of course.
"-which is why I think we should...you're not even listening Gav!" Gavin took a side glance at you, his cigarette in his hand, his other crossed across his chest and a snake of white smoke slithering out of his lips.
"You need to listen to me more maybe then we'd get cases done quicker Gavin," Gavin sighed, "I thought you wanted to be Lieutenant, but at this rate I dont even think you'll be Detective much longer." You scoffed, shaking your head.
"The fuck did you just say to me?" Gavin's head turned, finally paying attention.
"I said-" Gavin grasped your chin, inspecting your eyes and lips. "I wonder what those lips could do," Gavin muttered to himself, he took another drag and proceeded to exhale it into your face. He watched as the tendrils of the smoke curled into your nose, his second hand smoke now filling your mouth and falling all the way down to your lungs.
"You wanna know why I was so pissed off yesterday? First of all I saw that forensic fuck checking you out so I thought I'd put him in his place. Then, in that tiny fucking bathroom, your fucking ass was rubbing against my dick. Your jeans are so tight today that I can see the outline of your ass, they may as well have been painted on. Then as we were getting ready to leave, when you got in the car, I saw that red thong you were wearing. Hot as fuck but I didn't think you'd want the whole case crew seeing it." He let's go of your jaw, pressing the butt of his cigarette into the railing of the balcony. He makes his way to leave but before he could, "Who says it wasn't on purpose?" He stops, hand still holding the door open. His jaw agape as he gestures for you to go into his apartment. You walk in, him following behind. If his jaw could open any more it would fall off, you were wearing the same kind of jeans as yesterday.
"You little fucking whore," He swore, "this was your plan all along? To turn me on? Make me want to fuck that mouth of yours?" You turn around, oh he sees it now. You were wearing a low cut top, so low that your tits were practically popping out. The jeans low on your waist, he can see that thong of yours again, this time its black.
"Oh I'm going to fuck you so hard," Gavin looks you up and down, his cock already stirring "but this time I'm going to be the one in charge."
Gavin sits on the couch, leant back.
"Kneel," he says, cock now fully hard at the sight of you dropping to your knees instantly. You were under his full control. He pulls his gun out, standard police issued. He points it straight at your head, your heart picking up a fastening pace.
"Its not going to suck itself," he licks his lower lip, waiting impatiently as you get to work undoing his jeans. You take out his hard cock from his boxers and holy fuck is it big. You learn forward, taking just the tip into your lips, the gun now pressing against your head. You start to suck at the tip, your tongue licking against it as your head starts to bob. An 'Oh fuck' is forced out of his throat. His head rolls back as your mouth makes it's way down his shaft. His head shoots back up, he expected you to stop half way like every body else had done but no, you kept going. His cock reaches the back of your throat before just sliding into it, a loud moan breaks it's way through Gavins lips, he clasps his hand over his mouth. That's never happened before. His hand starts to tremble so he places the gun down next to him. He replaces the gun with his hand, his fingers weaving themselves through your hair. The fingers from his other hand start to dig into the couch, Gavin was trying to find any way to channel this euphoria coursing through his veins. You bob your head, mouth taking in as much of his cock as you can each time and each time making the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat. You pick up the pace and place one of your hands onto his balls, gently massaging them.
"Oh my fucking god," Gavin almost shouts, "fucking...ugh... fucking squeeze them." You grasp onto them and squeeze as hard as you can, this sends a lightning bolt of pleasure into Gavin, his hips rising off the couch and pumping his hot cum into your throat, his hand keeping your mouth around his cock. His hands are weakened, making it easier for you to finally take you mouth away from his cock. Gavin looks at you, his eyes clouded with pleasure,
"Are not going to spit?" You present him with your tongue, not a single drop of his cum to be found, his eyes widen and he gasp out a 'Holy shit'.
"Get onto this fucking cock," he says breathlessly, "if that's what your mouth feels like then I need to know what that pussy is like." You peel your jeans off, revealing a lacy black thong, how did he forget about that thong. You straddle his lap, one juicy thigh on either side of him, Gavin could die happy. He places his hands on your hips, one staying there more to keep himself steady than to keep you down and the other slowly making it's way to your, now soaking, pussy. He slips his fingers under your thong, groaning at the feeling of it, you were so wet and it was all because of him. He kisses up and down your neck, sucking little bruises onto it. You were his now, well, with how things were going at the moment it was more like he was yours.
"Fuck, you're gonna be my little fucktoy aren't you?" He whispers, his fingers slipping into your hole. You gasp, "Yes, I want you to fuck me like I'm your sex toy." You put an arm over his shoulder in preparation of his thick cock, you whisper into his ear "Fuck me, Lieutenant." And with that Gavin breaks, no more holding back any moans. He slides his throbbing cock into you, both of his hands gripping onto your hips.
"Bounce on my fucking cock, slut." You put one hand on his shoulder and start to bounce, your pussy gripping onto his desperate cock. He takes your other hand and wraps it around his throat,
"Please," he whines, "choke me." He let's out a loud moan, his finger tips starting to dig into your sides. He looks straight ahead only to find that your tits are the perfect height for his face.
"Your dick is so big, Lieutenant!" You moan as he stretches you out, your tits making the fabric of your top strain. Gavin's mind is so scrambled that all he can do in response is moan, and he moans loud. No one had ever made him feel so good, hell not even himself. His veins are pumping with ecstasy as your wet pussy rips out another orgasm from his cock. With one final bounce on his cock he releases inside of you, his eyes rolling back into his head as you continue bouncing to your own orgasm. Each bounce after his orgasm makes his hips and legs shake, your pussy, dripping with his cum, gripping tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he feels another tight coil in him. You scream his name as you cum on his cock, your tits bouncing in his face and his name ringing through his ears. As you cum your pussy grips onto him and you pull another orgasm from him, he didn't even know he could do that.
"Shit," he slowly checks his watch on his wrist, 10:15, they needed to be there 15 minutes ago. You climb off his lap and go to clean yourself up.
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You finally make it to the police department, strolling into the bullpen with Gavin slowly limping behind, wearing his jacket to try and hide the bright red marks scattered around your neck. Both of you somehow forgot about the slightly reddened ring around Gavin's throat.
"Looks like someone finally snapped and beat the shit out of Gavin!" Someone in the bullpen hollers.
"Yeah...I dont think he got beat up," another mutters to the one who shouted.