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Tim had sent his rookie, Lucy, into the call first to investigate, a silent test he wanted to see if she would pass. She was a smart girl, quick on her feet and very observant but god did she know how to get on his nerves. She talked too much, trying to have personal talk in the shop and sometimes even slipped up and spoke back to him during orders. It irritated him so much but even after all of that he still felt a strong desire to plunge his cock into her. Sometimes he even found himself fantasizing about it whenever she was bent over in front of him, her fat ass looking like it could rip the seam of her work pants with any wrong move. The desire to rip it himself, grab onto her hips and just sink into her strong. He knew he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, especially about his subordinate but he couldn’t push them down. So instead of requesting a change, being professional about it, he decided to be the biggest asshole she’s ever encountered on the force.
His plan backfired. He hasn’t expected her to act back, fire back and it unfortunately turned him on even more. He was royally fucked.
Tim gave her another five minutes before slowly making his way in. They were on the night shift and Los Angeles was in one of their infamous blackouts, the abandoned warehouse pitchblack. They had received a call for suspicious activity seen in the warehouse—flashlights moving through the rooms from behind the grime stained windows, a few boxes being seen loaded in and out into a box truck parked a block over. Tim assumed it was either drugs or illegal goods being smuggled and stored here, attaching them to the call and telling Lucy to be prepared the second he pulled the shop up. When a few minutes of silence went by on the radio he had began to slightly worry, but he would never admit that to her.
He slinked in through the cracked side entrance, his flashlight only giving him enough light to see a few feet in front of him. He heard shuffling in a room over, carefully stepping to not make noise as he followed along the wall to the door and quietly pushed it open. His flashlight and gun sweep both corners before he slowly stepped in, making a mental note to have the boxes stacked in the room taken in for evidence. He grabs his radio from his holster, bringing it up to his lips and pressing the talk button.
“Boot,” he whispered. “what’s your status?”
The radio crackled for a moment before he lifted his thumb off the button, going silent. He didn’t even hear hers echo anywhere near by. Either she was deep in the building or she’d been found. He hoped for the former. He’s clipping the clunky radio back to his belt and pressing forward. The stacks of boxes making his line of vision poor, checking each corner as he goes by it before trekking in deeper, finding himself in the large actual warehouse room now. There’s a few large shipping containers and hundreds of boxes throughout the space. Tim pauses where he is, trying to think of his best course of action. It was a large space to canvass alone and he knew he should call for backup but he did not want to deal with Grey when he finds out he sent his rookie in blind. He sighs and pulls out his radio ready to make the call when he hears rustling from one of the containers on the other side of the room.
Tim’s quickly placing the radio back and repositioning his flashlight and gun, on the defense as he makes his way towards the source. The shuffling only occurring it seemed when he walked closer, whoever it was must’ve anticipated him coming. He shuts off his flashlight as he gets closer, his eyes doing a poor job at adjusting as he slinks around the opposite end of the crate, entering from the other side. hoping to blindside the criminal.
Only he isn’t the only one who had this logic.
The second he’s stepping into the pitch black crate he feels a cold sharp metal pierce through his vest and into the lower left of his abdomen.
“Fuck.” he groans, his hand flying up to his side before turning on his flashlight and shining it in front of him. “Chen?”
Lucy’s staring at him sheepishly, the color draining from her face as she drops the knife, realizing who she stabbed. Who knows where she even found that, they don’t carry any sort of blade on their persons.
Gotta get a tetanus shot for sure.
He grimaced as the wound started to throb, pulling his hand off and seeing the blood stain his fingers. It wasn’t much, not life threatening he thought but it still need medical attention, his hand reaching for his radio, ready to call for EMS but Lucy’s shaking her head.
“Not gonna go through.”
“What do you mean?” Tim glares at her, his hand midair gripping the radio.
“Whoever’s been in here bugged the entire place, it’s messing with the frequencies.” she sighs before continuing. “I tried calling for you like 10 mins ago when my gun got knocked out of my hand in a struggle. I haven’t been able to find it after they ran off.
“So,” he clutched his side, wincing. “not only did you lose your issued weapon, but you let the suspects get away?”
“Maybe if you had come in with me!”
“Can’t hold your hand, boot.” Tim grunts, putting away his weapon and balancing the flashlight on a box in the crate. He quickly starts to unbutton his uniform shirt, peeling it off and throwing it to the side before removing his vest, revealing the white tank top that was slowly turning red in the bottom corner. “Need you to go back out to the shop and get some bandages and call it in.”
“Shouldn’t we just leave, Tim? I mean you’re injured and—” Lucy won’t look him in the eyes as she talks, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.
“Now, Chen!”
She’s nodding quickly and grabbing her flashlight, hurrying out of the dark space, her footsteps echoing as she jogs towards the exit. He’s lifting up the hem of the tank, wincing as the fabric pulls at the broken skin, giving it a quick glance.
Just a flesh wound, not deep enough for stitches, think it barely went through the vest. He’s nodding, grabbing the flashlight to shine the light closer on it. Hurt like a fucker though. God she has some fight in her.
A few minutes later Lucy’s returning with a large white bandage, gauze and rubbing alcohol. He didn’t even need to second guess that he was about to be in more pain, his hand reaching out to try to swipe the supplies from her but she twists them out of his reach. The over exertion pulling on the wound, a loud groan falling from his lips.
“Give me the supplies, Chen.”
“I stabbed you, it’s the least I can do.” Lucy firmly says, stepping closer to him. “Now take off your shirt so I can disinfect the area.”
“I don’t need you to play Nur—”
“Sargent Bradford I will not say it again.”
The assertion from her sends a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching in his trousers and he has to quickly distract himself.
Just think of how much worse this could’ve gone if you had Nolan. The thought of Nolan chasing after criminals who were most likely half his age in the dark gives Tim a good chuckle before he’s met with a glaring Lucy who’s clearing her throat waiting patiently. Tim’s hand stretches behind his back, grabbing the back neckline of the shirt and pulling it up over his head in one motion. The cool air in the warehouse filtering through the crate, his nipples firm peaks on his chest, his abs defined but rippling as the throbbing of the wound floats through him. He watches her eyes widen just the slightest as they graze down his bare chest, pupils dilating as she nibbles on her lower lip.
“Dont have all day, boot.” he gestures to the space in front of him waiting for her to apply the first aid she insisted on doing.
“Right.” she nods, closing the space between them before dropping down into her knees.
“What’re you doing?” Tim stiffens, her face eye level with the wound. He opens his mouth to tell her to get up but feels a piece of gauze covered in rubbing alcohol touch the wound causing him to wince and suck air through his clenched teeth.
“Is there a problem, sir.” she tilts her gaze up towards him as she presses the gauze to the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. He swears he sees a flicker of enjoyment pass through her eyes, and the way she said sir has all the blood in his body wanting to rush south. His mind starts to wander, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“Little warning next time, Chen.” he grunts out, glaring down at her as she smirks and removes the bloody gauze, grabbing a fresh piece to layer on.
“Didn’t think someone as tough as you would care about a little sting.” Lucy teases. “Hold this there.” she’s nodding towards the gauze that her tiny fingers are holding firmly to his taut abs, his hand quickly coming down and placing on top of hers. “Didn’t mean over my hand, if you want to hold hands we can do that later.” she’s slipping her hand out from under his, sliding down the front of his thigh and he stiffens as her hand lingers too long on his leg before dropping down to grab the sealed bandage.
“Funny,” Tim rolled his eyes at her, huffing air out of his nose. “but like I said before, I don’t hand hold, which you should know given you lost our sus—” he lets out a groan as she purposely applies pressure where his hand is holding down the gauze that’s slowly losing its bright white color.
“You’re being real cocky for someone I could’ve simply not helped.”
“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t stabbed me!”
Lucy lifts her hand off of his and he lets out a shaky sigh thinking he’s in the clear but as soon as she’s peeling off the wrapper and her hand is hovering over his he worries again. She’s roughly putting the bandage on, starting at the bottom and slowly pressing it firmly down as his hand slinks away. The pressure unnecessary as she seals the edges to his skin, sliding her hand over the entire bandage once more for good measure. He’s holding in another groan, refusing to give into whatever mind game she’s playing.
“Thanks.” he grumbles, towering above her. “Maybe next time try not to stab your superior officer.” he goes to step back but her hands land on his thighs, her right hand snaking up towards the bandage. The sensation sends a shudder through him, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.
“You know,” she looks up at him from under her lashes, a smirk twitching on her lips as her small fingers trace along the edge of the bandage. “I could just let you bleed out since you want to be a dick.”
His hand lifts off his side, ready to wrap around her ponytail and pull her head back tightly before dropping and twitching at his side.
Get it together Bradford.
Just as he’s about to tell her to get up her right hand starts to drift back down his abs, her soft skin gently teasing the waistband of his pants, his muscles rippling under her touch. He swallows roughly as her left hand is innocently sliding up and down the edge of his thigh. His large cock was starting to bulge in the black slacks, the already snug material tightening, his erection becoming more obvious by the moment.
Who gets turned on while receiving medical care? But the way Lucy was looking up at him, her honey brown eyes storming, her tongue slowly swiping across her full bottom lip had him internally groaning.
Was she doing this on purpose? Am I hallucinating? Maybe I lost more blood than I thought—Impossible because I’m fucking rock hard in my pants right now.
His side ached but his cock throbbing against the rough pants was starting to overpower and he was stuck between wanting to free his cock from its confines and watch it smack across her face or quickly getting back to the shop and never speaking of this. He chose the latter, clearing his throat loudly and trying to take a step back but her fingers loop through the belt loops, pulling him back.
“Let’s go, Lucy.” he coughs out, trying not to look down at her as a faint hue of red brushed across her cheeks, her eyes dilating on his tenting cock.
“My care’s not done yet, sir.” Lucy mewed out, her small right hand slowly dragging down the front of him, brushing over the bulge and feeling it twitch in response. “I should really check your vitals, just make sure everything’s working the way it should be.”
He’s getting ready to argue with her, reminding her he’s her superior officer but the second her fingers wrap around his belt buckle he’s a goner. She’s moving slowly, taking her time to undo his belt, pulling it off with a quick tug and letting it drop down onto the metal floors, the sound of it clanging echoing around them. Tim swears his cock is growing harder in anticipation, painfully strained against the polyester as her fingers work over the button and the zipper, using both her hands now to pull his pants down his thighs. Navy blue plaid boxers come into sight, his massive cock tenting in the material, a growing wet spot from precum forming. He fantasized about Lucy on her knees in front of him before, wanting to plunge his cock fully down her throat whenever she talked back. He just never thought the moment would happen, especially not after she had just accidentally stabbed him.
Lucy’s hand softly cups his shaft over the fabric, a hiss falling from his lips as she gently pumps up and down a few times.
“I had a feeling you’d be big but—” she cuts herself off as a quiet moan falls from her plump lips.
Tim brings his fist to his mouth, biting down on his knuckle before he says something that crosses so many HR policies. Had she really thought of his cock before? Images of Lucy playing with herself to the thought of him sends a guttural moan up from his throat, her eyes flickering up under her lashes to look at him. She has this hunger in her eyes he’s never seen, the most innocent smile across her face and he’s rolling his eyes into the back of his head when her small hand dips below the waistband. Her hand feels so soft as it ghost along his thick, veiny shaft before tightly gripping around him. She barely is able to fit around him, her small hand beginning to pump up and down, feeling and exploring every inch of him, her thumb brushing over his weeping tip.
He hadn’t been with anyone since he and Rachel split months ago so each slow stroke of Lucy’s hand has his nails digging into his thighs.
“Officer Chen.” he tries to sternly say, his voice rough around the edges.
“Yes, sir.”
Tim’s cock twitches in her hold the moment the word leaves her plump lips, causing her to smirk before letting go and sliding out of his boxers. His heart is pounding in his chest as her fingers hook around his boxers and push them down, his large angry cock springing out, hitting firmly above his navel. His eyes trail down to watch her expression, soaking in the sight of him, her mouth watering as her teeth tug on her bottom lip. She’s squirming below, her thighs clenching together and he can’t help but think how wet she must be right now. How badly he would love to bend her over a stack of boxes and fuck her senselessly for her behavior today.
He shakes his head, trying to regain control of the situation that’s starting to spiral.
“That’s enough.” he clears his throat, watching her heavy eyes drag up his body, goosebumps rippling over him in their wake. His body was so tense, he couldn’t tell what felt worse—the way the stab wound ached each time he clenched his abs, the bandage starting to show the tiniest specs of red, or the way his cock painfully throbbed against his stomach, a trail of precum dripping down.
But Lucy’s leaning forward, her nails scraping down his side as she clicks her tongue. “Your situation’s worse than I thought.” her voice is low, raspy as her lips hover inches from his shaft, her tongue slipping out of her lips and gliding up his length in an agonizingly slow way. She’s rising up just a little, no longer sitting on her heels as her tongue swirls around his tip, swiping up all the drops of his essence, her eyes darkening as they meet his blue pair. “I can’t let you go back to work like this—you taught me to always finish what I started.” and suddenly Lucy’s soft lips are wrapping around the tip of his cock, her right hand sliding over to wrap around the base of his length.
“Fuck.” Tim’s groaning loudly, feeling her hot mouth slowly press him further in, her tongue flatting as it slides along the bottom side of his shaft. He’s twitching against it in her mouth and he has to fight the urge to not thrust his full length down her throat. Lucy was a tiny girl, barely 5’4”, while she was curvy in all the right areas, feeling her tight mouth stretch around his thick shaft sent another groan out from his lips. He just knew he would be too big for her but he couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine just how tight she would be elsewhere. Her left hand is leaving his thigh and coming up to take down her ponytail, quickly brushing out the curls before grabbing his hand that was nervously floating at his side and bringing it to her head. His long fingers are knotting around her locks in seconds, tightening their grip as he feels her begin to bob her head over his length, her small hand pumping as she pushes him further and further into her small throat. His eyes roll into the back of his head before closing, a moan bubbling out of him.
Soon enough her right hand is sliding off his shaft as his cock fully sinks into her heat, her nose pressing firmly to his pelvis before pulling back. Her hands slide up and around, nails digging into his ass cheeks as she begins to quickly slide her mouth up and down his length, her cheeks hollowing out as the soft sounds of her gagging fill the space. Lucy moans softly, the sound vibrating around his cock, her mouth sliding up his length, her tongue trailing underneath as she comes off with a pop. She has spit dribbling down her chin, her eyes heavy as she looks up at him, watching his blue eyes flutter open at the loss.
“All bark no bite.” she smirks up at him, and Tim can tell she’s enjoying how easily he folded. She wastes no time, latching her lips around his mushroomed head and sucking, her tongue swirling around, running over the slit and sending a shiver through him. She’s a vision to be seen, on her knees with his cock in her mouth, looking up at him like a goddess. Even still dressed in her full uniform he thought she looked sexy. Fuck, he may even have developed a kink to it now. She slowly pushes him further in again, taking her time but he has other plans, his fingers gripping her hair tighter and holding her steady, thrusting his hips into her face and sinking his full length down her throat.
“Fuck, should’ve done this sooner if I knew it’d shut you up, boot.” he grunts as she whimpers below him, gagging as he roughly thrusts against the back of her throat.
Fuck she’s tight.
The feeling of her drove him wild, his hips starting to violently thrust against her, his cock plunging in further with each smack of his hips. She was moaning loudly now and he swore his roughness was turning her on, fueling him to go harder. Each pump into her hot mouth sent a sharp pain through his side but he could only focus his energy on one thing right now and it was throat fucking this beautiful creature below him.
“You take my cock so good.” Tim praises her, his eyes floating down to watch her thighs clench together. He realized early on in her training she might’ve had a thing for being praised. She always performed better after the days he said she did good. It only made sense it’d carry into her sex life. “Look at you,” he said roughly, his hips slowing as he keeps his entire length down her throat, feeling her constrict around him, tears pricking at her eyes. “such a good girl.”
A string of muffled fucks and moans are slipping out around his cock, her tongue stroking along the prominent veins on his shaft as he slowly pulls out of her small mouth before he plunges back in, resuming roughly fucking her face. He can feel his core tightening, the pleasure outweighing the dull pain he was experiencing. It was a euphoric feeling if he was being honest, the combination of it all sending him over the edge. His hips start to sputter and he doesn’t even wait to ask, his load spilling out and coating the back of her throat. He’s groaning as his hips start to slow, his fingers loosening their grip on her hair. He’s attempting to pull out but her cheeks hollow around his shaft, her head continuing to move up and down his length, sucking every last drop out of him, a choked cry leaving his throat. Her tongue is flattening and dragging up his length as she slowly pulls up, giving his tip one last slurp, tongue lapping up his cum before coming off with a soft pop.
Cum and spit string off his wet, semi hard cock as her mouth separates, slowly dripping from the corner of her lip and down her chin. Tim is watching her amazed, his heart pounding, eyes following as her thumb swipes the excess into her mouth, sucking delicately. He already felt his cock twitching against his stomach when her brown eyes seductively stared up at him.
“Get up.”
“What?” Lucy choked out as his right hand grabs her elbow, yanking her up from her knees. She’s stumbling like she’s just learning to walk for the first time.
“Your little stunt cost you, boot.” Tim’s voice is rough, as he guides her over to a stack of boxes that’s tall enough, turning her around and bending her over it. He’s amazed at how round her ass is, his hands softly rubbing over her bottom, a whimper falling from her lips. “Take off your pants.”
She's moving fast, dropping her holster and belt to the floor, her fingers shaking as she fumbles to undo her button and zipper. She hears him chuckle as she finally gets her pants pushed down, letting them pool at her ankles. She’s in a simple black pair of cheeky panties that are slowly riding up from when she was squirming below him. His right hand resumes its place on her ass cheek, kneading the pillowy skin, his fingers digging into her flesh.
“Let’s see how worked up you are.” he’s directly behind her now, his left hand landing roughly on her hip as his right hand glides down from her ass to between her thighs, slipping under the soaked fabric and immediately dipping into her cunt. Lucy moans loudly, her hips bucking back against his fingers and he chuckles, quickly pulling them out. “Fucking soaked. Sucking my cock turn you on boot?”
“Yes.” she whimpers as she looks over her shoulders to watch him suck his fingers clean of her juices, groaning while his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“I’m only going to say this once, got it?” Tim grunts out, his eyes opening to meet her lust filled brown orbs, his right hand quickly pulling her panties until they rip and fall to the ground, sliding up to grip her other hip. He’s stepping closer to her backside, his cock already hard again, his hips rocking against her. Her body twitches in response to feeling his shaft rub between her wet folds. She’s nodding rapidly, her wetness dripping down her thighs in anticipation. “I am going to fuck you nice and rough until you learn what being a good boot means. I’m gonna make your pretty little pussy squirt all over my cock over and over again—you won’t even know your name when I’m done with you. And then I’m gonna pump you full of my cum, claiming you as mine. Understood, Lucy?” his cock is still teasing her folds, grinding up against her swollen clit, her hips trying to push back but he’s holding her firm.
“I’d like to see you try, Bradford.” Lucy moans out.
Her defiance is cute. He thought to himself, chuckling softly before kicking her feet apart and without warning plunged into her tight cunt. They both loudly groan out ‘fuck’, Lucy’s walls tightening the second his full length sinks into her. Her hands are white knuckling the edge of the boxes, her teeth clenched together.
“Tighter than I imagined.” Tim chokes out, his fingers bruising into her hips as he slowly pulls out before smacking his hips back against her. Her lower half twitches below him, her back arching as his fat head roughly hits her cervix wall.
“You’ve thought about my pussy, sir?” Lucy tries to say teasingly but it comes out as a breathy moan, her walls fluttering around his length.
“Think about it every time you bend over in front of me.”
A gush of wetness slips down his shaft, spilling out onto his hips as he begins to roughly piston into her, her cries filling the space. Tim leans forward, pressing his chest against her back, the fabric of her uniform shirt sticking to his sweaty chest. The angle puts pressure on the bandaged area, his grunt a combination of the pleasure and pain as his hips lift and begin to roughly smack into her, her tight heat trying to pull him in deeper each time.
“Fu-uhh-ck, Tim.” she cries out as his cock hits a sweet spot, her moans encouraging him to go faster, her hips roughly being pressed into the cardboard as he fucks her with no mercy. “Your cock feels soooo good, fuck it’s so big.”
“Yeah, baby? You like having my big cock fill you?” his lips are hovering over her ear, whispering dirtily to her. “I fit in you so well. You should see how my fat cock just disappears into your little pussy.”
His hips move at a speed he didn’t know he could, the boxes shaking below, his hand snaking between her thighs to aggressively rub her swollen bud. Her lips fall open as a choked moan rolls out followed by a string of pleas, her body stiffening underneath him. He could feel she was close each time he tried to pull out. Her walls were quivering, hugging his cock firmly with each thrust. She felt amazing, he had never been with someone who felt as perfect as she did. Everything about her was becoming intoxicating and he didn’t know how it took this long to finally crack with her. His hips are moving roughly up and down against her backside, his hand flicking over her clit as she’s arching her ass up against his hips. The new angle forces him to slip in deeper, groaning as she slowly starts to meet him with each thrust.
“Oh my—” Lucy’s body shakes below him as her orgasm washes over her, her pussy clamping down on him hard. She’s squirting roughly around him, nonsense crying out from her lips as her eyes cross. Her walls won’t stop quivering around his shaft as he continues to drill into her, the resistance sending waves of pleasure through him.
“Fuck, Lucy.”
The way Tim moans out her name sends a shock to her core, her legs shaking as he pushes off her back, his hand dropping from her clit, standing back up straight behind her. He slowly slides out of her, his blue eyes watching the gush of her juices spill out and down her thighs, her pussy clenching around nothing, a whimper leaving her lips. His right arm is slipping around her waist, lifting her up higher, her round ass high in the air, wiggling for him.
“Such a needy little thing.” he chuckles, giving her ass a soft smack and watching her writhe below him.
“I was promised to be fucked so hard I’ll forget my own name.” she moaned, looking back over at him blissfully.
She looked beautiful. Her skin glowing from her orgasm, her brown eyes heavy like she could fall asleep now, completely at peace. But her body hummed alive, her backside grinding against his throbbing cock, his tip brushing her hole sending a shaky moan from her. Tim’s quick, his hand sliding over her to her throat, his long fingers wrapping around her windpipe gently.
“Has anyone ever taught you patience, boot?” Tim slips inside of her heat, his cock twitching painfully against her soft walls. He was doing everything in his power to hold back, but he had never felt a pussy better than hers in all his years. He was in complete awe watching her moan and squirm below him, watching her take all of his cock with ease.
“This asshole TO tried once but he wasn’t hard enough on me about it.” Lucy teases, clenching around him purposefully as he grumbles, the hand on her throat tightening slightly as he begins to roughly rock into her without a care in the world.
If she wants harder I’ll give her harder.
His hips are smacking against her, her pussy squelching and the sound of her cries and skin slapping floating around them. The shipping crate he was fucking her in was growing hotter, sweat beading on his forehead. His right hand slips off her hip and comes up to forcibly land on her ass cheek. Lucy yelps, her walls shuddering around him, a gush of wetness coating him as he continues to smack into her. The smell of her arousal was embedded all throughout him, it took over all his senses, his eyes dilating as he watched with each thrust her hips twitch, slowly trying to drop to lighten the assault but he readjusts her so her ass stays firmly planted high in the air.
Her pants and moans were growing more frequent, Tim sensing she was close again, his hips bucking wildly against her backside now, chasing her high.
“Please,” Lucy whines, her thighs shaking as they press together, her walls trying to push his thick length out. “I—I can’t.” she’s shaking her head, her curls falling forward over the edge of the box, her eyes crossing.
“I didn’t train a quitter.” He roughly says, his hips snapping into her as she comes undone around him. Her walls flutter wildly around him, trying to milk his cock. The hand on her throat loosens slightly as he lifts up her full body, pressing it firmly to his bare chest, tears falling from her eyes as she sinks roughly down. His right hand snakes up and starts to rip open her shirt before remembering they wouldn’t be able to explain the damaged shirt. He groans frustratedly, his fingers quickly working over the buttons for it to fall open. The tactical vest is being torn open, his hand pulling down the tight tank top, letting her breasts spill out. His hips roughly thrusting up into her, the new position has him practically in her womb, bruising the wall with each move. Lucy’s mouth is falling open in a silent moan as she comes roughly in his arms, the hand on her throat tightening as he massages her breasts, pinching and rolling the peaked buds between his fingers.
Her juices are squirting out and down their thighs, her legs shaking, her only support is his arms and the flimsy boxes he’s fucking her up against. His face falls forward, lips pressing to her neck, kissing along the salty curve, tracing along up to her ear.
“You’re fucking perfect.” Tim whispers to her, his teeth grazing her lobe. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to work on the side of you every shift now and not want to sink my cock into you.”
Lucy whimpers, her hands clawing up to his arm, nails digging into his skin as he fucks her through her second orgasm. He didn’t know how much longer he could last, each flutter of her pussy around him felt like he was playing with fire, wanting to spill in her immediately. His side was also really starting to ache, the strain on his muscles with each thrust up into her had the cut feeling like he was tearing it open deeper.
“Tim,” she cried out as his cock bruised her walls with each thrust. “I—” she’s a blubbering mess as she tried to push herself off of his cock. Every inch was being pressed roughly into her, the hand massaging her large breasts sliding down to press firmly on her flat stomach, feeling himself each time he sank her further down on his cock.
“Are you—” Tim starts to ask, feeling her walls starting to flutter around him. She was overwhelmed, her body twitching and shaking with each smack of his hips, she couldn’t even form coherent thoughts.
“IUD.” Lucy manages to choke out before trying to continue, her voice dripping with a need he had to fulfill. “Please Tim, I want you to fill me.”
“Fuck.” he grunts out, his cock roughly pounding into her as she comes, her walls milking his cock with her orgasm. He’s still plunging in deeper, hot ropes of white coating her walls as her body shakes against him. Tim’s hips sputter to a stop as her pussy greedily claims every drop of him, his eyes opening to watch her go limp in his arms.
They stay tangled together for a few moments, catching their breaths and letting their minds catch up to the fact they just broke several rules. Before sliding out of her he’s quickly grabbing her pants that pooled around her ankles, sliding them up just enough for him to slip out of her slowly before bringing the pants all the way up, keeping their combined fluids from dripping out of her.
“Surprised dispatch hasn’t sent backup or EMS here yet.” he mutters as he helps steady her, watching her turn to face him. Her legs wobbled, chest heaved and her cheeks were flushed. Even with her shirt still unbuttoned and breasts spilling out she never looked more beautiful.
“I, uh, never…called them.” Lucy squeaked out, her eyes dropping to her shaky hands as they began to fix her appearance before drifting over to the blood soaked bandage on his abs.
“Oh the paperwork you are gonna have to do, boot.” Tim tried to pretend to be angry but it sounded like he was teasing her. She had successfully managed to get under his skin. He reached down to pull up his own bottoms, groaning as the pain radiated all throughout his abdomen. He grabbed the rest of his items, about to place the shirt back on before she stopped him.
“You’re gonna make it worse!” she snatched all three pieces from him and began walking out of the dark container.
“You just want to keep staring at me shirtless.”
“Grow up, Bradford.”
He gave her a deep laugh in response as they stepped out onto the dark sidewalk, the lamppost above flickering, Lucy quickly calling dispatch for an ambulance a few feet away. Tim couldn’t help but watch her. Her hair was still down, her curls matted against her neck, slightly a mess from where his hands once claimed their place.
Ten minutes later an ambulance is pulling up along with Grey and Nolan.
“What the hell happened to you?” Grey’s voice boomed as he approached Tim sitting on the ledge of the ambulance, his wound getting assessed.
“Hot shot over there stabbed me thinking I was one of the suspects.”
“Hey!” Lucy crossed her arms over her chest. Her hair was back up into a neat ponytail before any of them ever arrived. She looked more put together than he did. “In my defense, it was super dark in there and—”
“Where did you even get a knife from?” Nolan cuts in.
“Well, I grabbed it off one of the boxes in there after my gun got kicked by one of the suspects after we scuffed and they got away. I had to have some sort of weapon.”
“Yeah, get him a tetanus shot.” Grey’s slapping the side of the ambulance with his hand. “Chen ride with him to the hospital, Nolan drive their shop back to the station. I’ll have a crew get started on processing the scene, just give me a call with what you both found on the way.” they all nod in response, separating from each other.
“God I hate rolling blackouts.” Lucy muttered as she climbed into the back of the ambulance.
“This one wasn’t so bad.” Tim looked over at her with a grin and she smacked his chest hard, a groan escaping his lips as he tried to laugh it off. She tries to hide it but he sees the faint smile tugging at her lips as they resume talking about the call. Tim’s making fun of her for losing the two suspects, Lucy back to calling him an asshole but underneath it all was a subtle shift in their dynamic.
One that he wasn’t mad about at all.