Crushing on the Cop Page 5

  “If I was a better man…” he mumbles.

  “I don’t want you to be a better man tonight.” I lean in farther, my teeth latching onto his earlobe as his hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. “Lose yourself with me,” I whisper, closing my eyes at the sensation building between my legs.

  He wastes no time pinching my nipples and surprised, I rock back before finding his lips for another out of this world kiss. All the worry and fear that’s been a constant in my life for months evaporates and the only question left in my mind is what Cristian Bianco will do to me next.

  Chapter Seven

  Cristian

  My dick is at full salute, ready to make an introduction. Of course it is, she fucking straddled me.

  Out of nowhere.

  One minute I’m watching a love scene where the couple is making out on a rooftop and the next thing I know, Vanessa’s on top of me and the flowery scent of her shampoo surrounds us.

  I could’ve pushed her off, but hello, I’m a single man and she’s a hotter-than-hell female. You do the math.

  Our tongues slide along one another’s and instead of fighting me for control like I thought she would, she’s letting me take the lead and it makes me like her even more.

  Don’t get me wrong, she’s not a passive non-participant. Her fingers push through my hair, gripping the strands and holding my face to hers. All the blood rushes to my dick when she slides forward more, her hot center pressing on my hard length as I cup her ample breasts, tweaking her nipples between my finger and thumb.

  Damn, she feels better than anyone who’s come before her and we’re not even to the good stuff yet. A vision of her without jeans on, her wet panties running along my bare dick implants itself in my mind.

  Stop thinking. I could come in my pants from the thought alone.

  Rolling her over, I press her back to the couch, nudging my hips between her legs, continuing to kiss and dry hump her like a horny teenager whose parents are asleep upstairs. Her moans tell me she doesn’t mind and the sound is like the starting whistle to my over-eager libido.

  My lips crave the feel of her skin. Moving my lips off of hers, I sprinkle soft open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and across her collarbone. “You’re so soft,” I murmur against her heated skin.

  Her hips rise off the couch, and I grind my thigh into her center as she wraps herself around me. I knew waiting a month for this couch was worth it. It’s big enough and deep enough for shit like this.

  “Strip me,” the soft plea leaves her swollen pink lips.

  Hey, I’m a police officer—I know an order when I hear one. Her gold necklace falls across her neck, laying on the cushion. I lean back, my gaze devouring the swell of her breasts.

  I rasp my knuckles along her side. She squirms, her eyes fluttering shut with a sigh, then I take the delicate chain off and place it on the coffee table.

  Does she know how beautiful she is? How many times have I heard the guys at the station talk about her? I close my eyes, pushing their vulgar comments out of my mind because it’s inducing a rage inside of me that wants to stamp her with my badge number.

  “Please, Cristian.” Another soft plea leaves her lips and I’m torn. I’ve never really been a one and done kind of guy and something tells me one time with Vanessa will not be enough. But my dick is screaming at me to get on with this—we don’t need to romance her, she’s not looking for Prince Charming, she’s looking for a dick that will get her off and you have said dick.

  I need to get out of my own fucking head.

  My hand rests on the button of her jeans. I manipulate the button open and unzip the zipper, diving my hand down the front of her pants. Soaked silk panties greet me and my lips fall to her rising and falling stomach.

  I drag the denim down her legs, dropping them to the floor before nestling between her thighs once again.

  “Take off your shirt.” She pulls at the button-down I’m wearing.

  Our eyes meet over her body, an impatience in her tight lips that says she’s not looking for foreplay.

  What kind of woman doesn’t want foreplay?

  That’s one of my strengths.

  Following her lead, I sit back up on the couch, my hands moving to the buttons on my shirt, but she rises up to her knees, starting on the bottom set of buttons while I work my way down. We meet in the middle and she slides the fabric down over my shoulders.

  “Shit, Bianco. You’re fucking ripped.” Her gaze takes me in, her hands explore my chest and my cock is practically throbbing in my pants.

  Suddenly all the grueling training, low sugar, vegetable everything is worth it. Vanessa Flanagan drooling over my physique was worth every missed lasagna and spaghetti meal.

  Her fingers dip over one ab to the next. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this.”

  She’s straddling me again and I can’t deny that I want her to free me from the barrier of my pants.

  “You haven’t seemed interested.” I cock an eyebrow at her.

  “I’m interested now.”

  She slides back on my legs, her fingers freeing me from my pants.

  My dick springs up happy to finally be invited to the party. Vanessa takes no time palming my length, cum beading at the tip quicker than I’d like. Vanessa doesn’t seem to mind as she slides her thumb over it, coating my tip.

  “Bianco,” she whispers.

  “Yeah,” I say softly, taking each breast in my hands and running my thumbs over her peaked nipples. Utter perfection.

  She slides closer and her wetness coats my dick. “I really need you to fuck me now.” Her teeth latch onto my earlobe and she tugs.

  I could’ve taken my time with her all night. She denied me from going down on her, now she’s rushing me away from enjoying her tits.

  Vanessa’s attitude would be a breath of fresh air to any male out there, but still, I find myself wanting more.

  Still, the lady shall get what the lady wants.

  I stand up, my jeans falling to the floor. Vanessa’s long legs wind around my waist. See, I knew they’d look good there.

  I step out of my boxers and jeans and almost drop her once. Thank God for the push-ups I do every morning.

  Carrying her down the hall only because that’s where my condoms are, she kisses my shoulders, my neck, my lips. Her wetness increases and my balls tighten from my dick sliding through her folds like a damn slip and slide.

  We enter my bedroom and I sit down on the bed. Vanessa doesn’t get off me. Grabbing a condom from the drawer, Vanessa snatches it from my hand, rips it open and slides it down my shaft.

  Fuck she’s so hot.

  Inching up while we still sit on the edge of my bed, she sinks down on top of me, and I groan and try to think of anything other than the vise-like grip she has around my cock.

  A low growling moan escapes her lips and she arches her back and places her hands on my thighs.

  I pump my hips into her. It’s a sweet form of torture being inside her. She rides me slowly, pulling in and out and circling her hips. Both our eyes are locked on where we connect and I’m still in mild shock that Vanessa is on top of me right now, having her way with me.

  I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my chest. Slow and steady just isn’t doing it for me anymore. I stand up, walk two feet to pin her against the wall and grind into her depths.

  Fuck, now I’m in trouble.

  The slickness between us is the only noise in the room other than our labored breaths.

  I’m close and I hope to hell she is, too.

  My lips crash against hers and her heels dig into my ass, gaining leverage to slide up and down on me. I love it that she’s an equal partner in the task of getting one another off. Her hands wrap around my neck, holding my head to hers, our tongues spearing into one another’s mouth. We’re both frantic in our movements and sweat drips between our bodies.

  “Fuck, Bianco, I’m coming!” Her walls tighten around my dick so hard she might actua
lly squeeze the cum out of me.

  Instead of slowing down, I keep it going, my release only seconds away.

  Her orgasm hits first and her head flies back against the wall, her eyelids droopy and sated.

  I pull back to look at her. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Right now the thought of seeing her like this in the future and well, the drip of sweat that just fell between her tits has me coming. A few more jerks and I come with a loud groan, nestled into her neck.

  I swing us around and we fall to the bed collapsing on the soft comforter. I strip off the condom, tie a knot and dump it in the trashcan beside my bed.

  This is not where I thought this night was headed.

  I can’t believe I just slept with the Commander’s daughter.

  Chapter Eight

  Cristian

  Vanessa lays sated in my bed, not reaching for the comforter to conceal herself. She’s comfortable in her own skin.

  Damn. There’s something so sexy about that.

  Turn off the lights and I’ll pass out now.

  Our breathing is still working to find an even rhythm when she sits up and looks down at me. “Take me home?” she asks, rolling to the side of the bed then standing.

  And there you have it, folks. The true mark of a one-time fling. She can’t even stick around for round two.

  No way the best sex of my life is her worst.

  I sit up, resting my elbows on my thighs and nod.

  She heads out of my room, her delectable ass both a sweet goodbye and a kick in the ass reminder that I won’t be seeing it again.

  Fuck, maybe I should’ve taken my time, because I already want her again. Well, my dick wants her again.

  Raising from the bed, I follow her down the hall. She’s rounding into the family room when I hear a key insert into the door.

  I’m gonna kill Luca.

  “Cristian?” Vanessa’s eyes are wide and her tone is panicked.

  I run, just as the door starts to open a bit, but I slam it shut right before I can see who it is.

  “What the fuck?” a male voice says. I don’t know if it’s Mauro or Luca, but it’s one of my brothers.

  I secure the latch so he can’t get in.

  “Get dressed,” I whisper-yell to Vanessa as I race down the hall to the bedroom to grab my own clothes. I reach down and grab something off the floor, quickly stepping into them.

  “Yeah, um… those are mine.” Vanessa stands in the doorway half-dressed and pointing at me.

  I look down to see I’m stepping into her pink silk panties.

  Great last impression.

  “Shit, yeah.” I slide them off and hand them to her.

  “Was that a sly way of trying to keep my panties?” She giggles, putting them on herself and then looking around for her jeans.

  I’m shrugging into my shirt when I spot them.

  Bang, Bang.

  “Let me the fuck in!”

  It’s Mauro. That’s clear now. Luca would’ve climbed the outdoor fire staircase already.

  “Give me a damn minute!” I yell back down the hall.

  I toss Vanessa her jeans and button up my own shirt in an attempt to make it look like we didn’t just roll out of bed, though I guarantee Mauro’s going to know exactly what went down here.

  The banging starts up again and stops abruptly. Now all I can hear is Maddie fighting with Mauro about giving me some privacy. Great, she’s here, too.

  I wait for Vanessa to finish dressing but even so, her hair screams that she’s been well and thoroughly fucked, which sadly gives me a caveman feeling of pride in my chest.

  I point to her hair, wordlessly, and she starts finger combing it.

  “I’m good,” she says, out of breath when she’s done.

  I leave the bedroom and walk over to the door unlatching it, turning the knob to let them in.

  “About fucking time.” Mauro’s eyes are murderous as he steps in and then impatiently looks over his shoulder at Maddie.

  “Yes, I’m Mauro’s girlfriend.” I glance out in the hall to find Maddie talking to Mrs. Johnson from across the hall.

  She tries to put her hand out in greeting, but Mrs. Johnson won’t let that cat out of her arms.

  “You woke up Mr. Whiskers. I’ll never get him back to sleep,” the old woman says.

  “Oh, we’re sorry.” Maddie cringes, looking back to us. She holds her hands out. “Maybe I could.”

  “Don’t do it,” Mauro mumbles under his breath.

  The cat hisses and shows her all of his teeth, making Maddie jump back two feet.

  “He doesn’t like women,” Mrs. Johnson says and it’s clear she doesn’t have her fake teeth in.

  “Oh, only you I suppose.”

  Seriously, leave it to Maddie to try to sweet talk the meanest lady in Chicago.

  “Madison,” Mauro’s impatience shines through in his tone.

  She doesn’t even look back, holding up her finger. “We’re sorry, Mrs. Johnson, it won’t happen again.”

  “Says you. They have parties every night there and that one brings girls around giggling in the hallway at 3 am.”

  She points to Mauro and Maddie glares back like she’s going to kill him.

  Mauro holds his hands up in the air. “I’ve been with you every night.”

  He has a point. I’m not even sure who she’s talking about. The hell if it’s me. I wish it was. It’s probably Luca, and he doesn’t even live here.

  “Well, you know single men,” Maddie says but leans in closer like Mauro and I can’t hear her. “It wasn’t the big one, right?” she asks, pointing between my brother and me.

  “Mad,” Mauro says like ‘what the fuck you don’t believe me.’

  Mrs. Johnson appraises us, squinting her eyes. “No, not the big one.”

  “Mauro is not the big one!” He might have one inch on me, but I guarantee I’d beat him in a foot race.

  Mauro’s hand clasps my shoulder. “My girlfriend’s smart. She knows I’m bigger.” He winks, his sour mood lightening.

  “Cristian,” Vanessa says from behind me and without looking I can hear that she’s irritated.

  Mauro’s eyes widen, shifting to her, back to me, back to her, and then finally meets my gaze again with a smirk on his lips.

  “Mad,” he says again to urge her into the apartment.

  She smiles sweetly over to him and continues to listen to Mrs. Johnson talk about her dead husband. I guess I never thought about her being married. Kind of didn’t think anyone could stand her enough to want to put a ring on it.

  “I better get going. Nice talking to you and I promise to tell Cristian to stop bringing home those giggly girls. They’re not the type his mom would want him to settle down with.” Maddie reaches forward and touches her arm because Maddie’s a toucher and surprisingly Mrs. Johnson smiles and Mr. Whiskers doesn’t attack her.

  “Nice meeting you, Maddie. Good luck with the house.”

  What the hell? The old witch hates us, but Maddie spends five minutes with her and she’s smiling, gums and all.

  “Bye Mrs. Johnson,” I say, waving.

  She narrows her eyes and shuts the door, five locks clicking into place.

  “I don’t understand why you guys don’t like her?” Maddie walks by both Mauro and me into the apartment.

  She’s in a pair of fleece M&M pants with a shirt that says, ‘Always kiss your firefighter goodnight,’ courtesy of my ma I’m sure.

  “Oh.” Maddie stops short, and Mauro runs smack into her.

  Steadying himself by placing his hands on her hips, he steps to the side.

  “Hey Vanessa,” he says, walking down the hall toward his bedroom.

  “Van, what are you doing here?” Maddie looks between the two of us, waiting for one of us to answer.

  Vanessa smiles and shoves her hands in her back pockets, effectively pushing her tits out. Oh, was I the only one who noticed that?

  “We were just watching a movie,” Van
essa says.

  “Come on, Mad!” Mauro yells from his room.

  A blind person could tell that something more happened here than movie watching. Thankfully, it’s Maddie and not Lauren walking into this scene. Maddie’s polite enough to not add drama to the tense situation by calling us out.

  “Don’t you guys have a house?” I ask her.

  Vanessa shoots me an impatient look.

  “Something’s wrong with the heater. His apartment is closer and he’s working in the morning. So here we are.” She shrugs both shoulders.

  “MAD!” Mauro screams.

  “Relax, you’re going to piss off Mrs. Johnson,” she yells back down the hall. She looks between both of us and lowers her voice. “I think he’s upset he couldn’t fix it.”

  “Stop talking about me like I can’t hear you!” he hollers and Vanessa giggles.

  “He really does have good hearing,” she says directly to Vanessa, so I assume this is something they’ve discussed before. “I told you,” she mouths wordlessly to her friend. “I love him though, and he’s excellent in bed,” she says in a loud voice this time.

  “Get in my bed and I’ll remind you how excellent again,” Mauro yells.

  “He’s too much.” Vanessa giggles again.

  “Yes, I am, Vanessa!”

  Maddie rolls her eyes. “Anyway, I guess I’ll leave you guys to the…movie was it?”

  “Yeah, you know that one where the girl steals her friend’s boyfriend.” Vanessa is trying to explain the movie we started watching like Maddie believes the story. “The one with Kate Hudson.”

  “Oh yeah, I love that one. It has the guy from The Office in it, too, right?” Maddie shows no sign of joining Mauro.

  “I’m taking Vanessa home now,” I chime in to end this awkward situation.

  “Okay. Well, I better get to bed.” Maddie starts walking backward down the hall.

  “Yes, you should. Your stud of a boyfriend is waiting on you, naked if it were my guess,” I say.

  Maddie’s face turns bright red. “He was only joking.”

  “No, I’m not,” Mauro calls out.