Smut 69: Proposition
The burglary taskforce took one week longer than they were originally allowed and every man on it was damn proud of that. The crew fell apart when they collared the second in command. The week after that was taken up with paperwork, court and all the other minutiae of closing down the taskforce. Detective Jimmy Deakins was one of the last men sent back to his regular duty, although he could have gone earlier. For one thing, the wrap up had more regular hours and that gave him time to see his daughter.
The other reason, of course, was that the longer he was officially listed as being on the taskforce, the longer he could put off talking to Alex Eames. Now matter how attracted he was to her, she was the seventeen year old daughter of a colleague. After working with him, Jimmy found he deeply respected Johnny Eames. He was a little old school, maybe, but he was a solid cop and a good man. He'd also been kind to Jimmy.
Breaking his daughter's heart was a pretty poor repayment of that kindness. Of course, the idea that he would be breaking her heart was the height of ego, too. It was much more likely that the girl just had the urge to experiment and had latched onto him. All his fantasies about setting up house didn't have anything to do with her. She had to see him as some sort of movie star.
Sitting in his hotel room, he groaned aloud at that. Talk about ego. The bottom line remained the same. After they talked, he could never think of her in a sexual way again and certainly never be alone with her. Even if his marriage ultimately ended, she was a child and the child of a friend. He couldn't be with her. He ran all the arguments over and over in his head so when he was faced with her intelligent brown eyes, he'd be able to remember them.
He knew full well he had to convince himself first. She touched his leg for two seconds while they sat on the swings behind her house and he was ready to grab her and drag her into the bushes. Of course that had something to do with standing in the dark watching her enjoy an effecting sexual fantasy. He knew if he'd touched her then she'd have been soaking wet and more than ready for him. The look on her face when he realized he'd seen made it clear she'd been thinking of him. That and the hand on his thigh before she left.
He groaned again. He wasn't helping himself at all. The more he thought of that slender hand on his thigh, the more he thought of her moving it just a few inches. Those few inches made all the difference. His gruff laugh echoed in the room. A few inches always made all the difference. He stood and paced the room, frustrated by his inability to think of her for more than five minutes without getting a raging hard on. It was easily ten years since a woman affected him this way.
Maybe a shower while his soup cooked would help. He turned down the burner and headed for the bathroom. He would drench himself in cool water and try washing away the feelings he wasn't allowed. Two minutes in he knew that wasn't going to happen. He was staying in a crappy dive but at least it had decent water pressure. The heavy stream of water only served to relax him and drive his imagination. Before he knew it, his hand was wrapped around his dick and he was leaning against the wall picturing Alex in the shower with him. At first she wouldn't realize that even the smallest move excited him. When she lifted her arms to wash her hair she leaned back a little, thrusting her chest toward him. He managed not to whimper while she scrubbed her hair, but when she turned around and ducked her head under the water he couldn't stop himself. She leaned forward then, presenting him with her perfect ass.
Groaning loudly only made her realize what she was doing. She glanced back at him for a moment, grinning, then bent over to touch the floor of the tub. He grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock over her ass. The whole while he thrust against her smooth skin, he told her what a tease she was, how beautiful, and how he was going to make her come until she begged him to stop. She laughed and bucked her hips into him. Clearly she didn't believe him.
His soap covered hand sped on his cock as he imagined proving it to her. Rather than pushing into that amazingly tight heat, he reached around and found her clit. Rubbing his cock between her cheeks, he pinched and twisted her clit until she bucked uncontrollably against him. Just as she came, he slipped just the head of his cock into her. The erratic contractions made him whimper, but he didn't press any deeper. Instead he held her tightly while she shook through her climax.
The hotel room was small enough that he could hear the knock at the door even with the water running. Snarling in frustration, he turned off the water and found two towels. One went around his waist and the other he rubbed over his head. Annoyed and frustrated, he strode to the door and threw it open. "What?"
Standing in the hallway, Alex Eames took in the man standing in the doorway and her jaw dropped open. Water dripped down his chest and legs, glistening in the light from the hall and highlighting his musculature. Before he figured out who she was and dropped the second towel in front of his groin, she stared for a long moment at the obvious and growing erection under the towel around his hips.
She didn't flinch or take a step back. Instead she stared pointedly at the second towel for a moment, then lifted her eyes to meet his. "Taskforce closed. I thought I'd take you for that hot dog." She smiled a little when she saw his flush. "I could wait for you to finish your….shower." She was ridiculously proud of how steady her voice was and how much deeper his flush became.
Alex expected him to close the door in her face. If he were feeling particularly charitable he could ask her to wait while he dressed and then take her out for their talk. She did not expect him to hold the door open more and usher her in. Not passing up the chance, she moved quickly into the apartment. She got all the way across the room and behind the couch before he could change his mind. When she got there, she took a chance to look around before turning back to him.
Her first thought was how dingy the room was. It was laid out well enough with a galley kitchen across from the door to the bedroom nook. Beyond that had to be the bathroom because she couldn't see a door for it. She thought it was bigger than the dorm rooms she'd looked at recently but not by much. Those at least had the benefit of getting painted every year. When she looked up at him she could see he'd been watching her. She smiled to cover her embarrassment at being so easily caught out, but he shrugged. Clearly he didn't think much of the place either.
He gestured to the towels at his hips and shrugged again. Her eyes narrowed. He couldn't possibly be suggesting he keep wearing just that. Then he turned toward the bedroom and she let out a deep sigh of relief. Just as he reached the door he stopped and looked back at her. Instead of continuing behind the thin curtain, he leaned against the wall. She was very, very glad she was on the other side of the couch.
She'd had a hint of how he was built when she kissed him in the car, but seeing him mostly naked was different. His broad, nearly hairless chest and belly weren't heavily muscled but he still radiated power. His arms were huge. She couldn't see his thighs, but his calves were well defined. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood there for a while as she examined him, then he cleared his throat.
She jumped and flushed furiously. No way now for her to politely request he dress. Not after shamelessly staring at him like he a pinup or something. She took a deep breath and met his eyes. The point of talking to him at all was to be a grown up about their obvious sexual attraction. Stammering and staring like a kid would not do. She squared her shoulders and shrugged in conscious mimicry.
He nodded slowly, staying against the wall. "I do remember saying we should do this somewhere public."
"Would you speak openly at a Dairy Queen with kids running around? We don't have to stay here, but I thought that was a bit much." She pursed her lips, thinking about the only place they'd ever been alone. "And I am tired of having important conversations in cars."
He flushed almost as deeply as she had and looked away, making her narrow her eyes. She didn't like the idea that her kissing him bothered him that much. If he was going to tell her not to ever do it again, that was fine, but she knew he liked it well enough. He'd kissed her back and been excited by it. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, then nodded.
"Sit down, Alex. I'm going to put on some pants and we can have this conversation." His voice held such resignation she wanted to cry. He was going to tell her to go and never come back.
Jimmy closed the curtain behind him and went into the bathroom. He put his hands on the sink and glared at himself in the mirror. Nice. First you try and scare her with your dick and when that doesn't work you get a reminder of what a complete scum bag you are. Hope you feel good about yourself. Having reminded himself of just how bad this was, he finished drying off and put on his jeans.
He came back out to find her curled in the furthest corner of the couch. She'd kicked off her tennis shoes and pulled her knees up. If he didn't know better he'd think she was about thirteen. Exhaling slowly, he took a seat on the couch within arms reach of her. He didn't want it to seem like he was running from her. Looking over he knew that was what he wanted to do more than anything.
"How did you know where I was?" He guessed her father had told her, but letting her tell it might make her feel good.
"I knew you were staying in a residence hotel, figured it would be somewhere close to work but not too crazy to get back to see your daughter, and I knew it wouldn't be too horrible a place." She shrugged. "I got out the phone book and started calling around. I said you'd left something at the shop and I didn't have the new address. Wasn't too hard."
He stared at her. "You canvassed for me?"
She shrugged again, looking a little bored. This clearly wasn't what she wanted to talk about. "Couldn't ask Dad."
"No, I don't suppose so." Jimmy took a deep breath. "It would have been tough explaining why you wanted to know."
She looked down. "Not really. I had a few options. I didn't want him to be any part of this, though. It's not about him."
"No, it's not." He let his head fall back and groaned. "It's not just about us, though either, is it?" He snorted. "Not that it would be a whole lot easier if it were."
"You aren't that much older. Not if you take the long view of it." She sounded very sure of herself. He had a feeling like most women she took a very long view of it indeed.
He glanced over at her. "Going by pure technicalities, I'm old enough to be your father."
She looked at his chest and then his crotch, smiling very slightly. When she looked back up at her eyes, her smile broadened. "But you aren't my father. And you didn't have anything to do with raising me. You aren't a replacement or a continuation of any need for Daddy."
His laughed loudly. "What are they teaching you guys these days?" He shook his head and turned on the couch to face her. "I don't think that's what's going on. I know that's not what I'm looking for in my life." He took a deep breath and touched her leg. "I'm married, Alex."
She looked down at his hand, then around the room, but didn't say anything. After a while he pulled his hand back and sighed. "I'm still married. I have a family even if I'm not living with them. I'll always have that." He rubbed his eyes and sighed again, his frustration showing. "I want that back."
"Then why are you here? Why aren't you pounding down her door?" Before he could answer her that life wasn't that simple, she shook her head. "Either you don't want her back that badly or you don't think you can get her. If you did you wouldn't have let me in the door."
Jimmy stood up in a rush, suddenly furious. Who was she to tell him how it was in his marriage? She was just a kid. He paced the room in long strides. It only took four steps before he had to turn and retrace his steps. He knew she was watching him, but if he turned to look at her he'd probably yell. Instead he paced.
Alex waited until she saw him slowing just a little. Then she got up and stood in his way. She picked the spot furthest from the bedroom nook and waited for him to spin and come stalking toward her. The room was so small he was on top of her before he could stop. She kept her head down, focusing on his hands that were clenched at his sides. When she saw his hands relax very slightly, she put her hand on his chest.
His chest heaved under her hand. He let her leave it there until his breathing slowed and both his hand unclenched completely. Then he put his hand over hers and squeezed it lightly. She finally lifted her head to look at him. He looked so sad.
"Too damn smart for your own good." He almost whispered the words. "Too damn smart for me. Too damn smart by half." He brought her hand to his lips. "What am I going to do with you, Alex?"
She took a half step forward and put her other hand on his chest. His breathing had slowed but his heart pounded against his chest. She squeezed his hand tightly and placed a light kiss beside the hand on his chest. If they started talking again, they'd go through all the objections they both knew. None of them mattered if he didn't want her. She kissed his chest again and moved even closer.
He smelled like soap, but the pacing had raised a sweat and she could smell that, too. She moved her hand down his chest to his belly so she had more room for kisses. Moaning softly, she was very sorry he'd put on jeans. One quick move and she'd have him naked. Instead she moved her hand around to his lower back and held him there while she kissed his chest. He trembled under her lips and that made her want to keep the touch delicate so she could feel every shudder.
He let his head fall back so she could kiss him. When she left there he would never feel this again. He tried convincing himself that this was just because he was starved for contact. If he was home where he was supposed to be he wouldn't be letting a seventeen year old molest him. He looked down at her for a second and groaned. That wasn't it. The woman getting dangerously close to sucking on a nipple who had her hand firmly on his ass wasn't just some girl. Alex was kissing him. Alex who trusted him and liked him and wanted him badly enough to knowingly risk her relationship with her family to be in his arms.
He still had her other hand in his and he brought it back to his mouth. Groaning roughly, he sucked on her knuckles and nipped them lightly. When he felt her tremble as badly as he was, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and hugged her to him. He kissed her hair, then nuzzled her head back so he could reach her lips.
The moment their lips touched, he was lost. His hands went to her ass and he half lifted her against him. She was trapped tightly, whimpering with pleasure when he forced her mouth open and ran his tongue over her lips. Her arms went around his neck and he felt her tighten them and arch her back. She wanted him to pick her up. He groaned loudly and broke out of the kiss.
"Fuck, Alex, we can't." He put his hands on her hips and pushed her back. "We can't."
She put her hands back on his chest, moving them everywhere while she shook her head. "We can. Maybe we shouldn't but that's different. I'm not that much younger, not really. You're separated. And you can't pretend you don't want to." She slid one hand down to his crotch where his half erect cock bulged under the denim. "If we say we can't, we'll end up here time and again because that's not really true."
He groaned and removed her hand. Stepping well away from her, he hung his head. "Johnny says you want to be a cop. You should consider law. Damn it."
She came up behind him and laid her head on his back. "I keep telling myself if he tells me to go, if he says he doesn't want me, I'll go before it hits. I'll run all the way home so I can cry in privacy. I'll even light a candle that things go well for you." She put her hands on his belly and hugged him. "But you haven't told me that. Not at the fair, not in your car, and not here."
If she'd kept her hands still he might have been able to get the words out. The hand that moved up his chest to cover his nipple was bad enough. Her fingers touched him so lightly he could almost convince himself she wasn't moving it. The other hand moved lower, though, brushing past his navel and his waistband to press against his groin. He couldn't pretend she didn't cup him and caress him. He couldn't pretend her fingers traced the limits of his stiffening cock or that she ran her thumb over each button of his fly.
He dropped his head and whimpered. "I want you. I want you more than I've wanted anyone in a very long time, but it doesn't matter. You aren't mine. You won't ever be mine." When she popped open a button on his fly he jerked forward but didn't pull away from her. "What are you going to do? Be my mistress until your father finds out? Until my wife tells me to come home? You deserve better than that."
She didn't answer him except to pop another button and then another. If he was going to stop her it had to before she got her hand on him. He stopped the hand on his chest, pulling it to his lips. "Alex, honey, I can't make you any promises. I can't give you what you really want."
She jerked her hands away and went to sit on the couch. She could still feel him under her hands but if she'd kept touching him she'd have hurt him. She would have dug her nails into his chest deeply enough to leave red marks. In seventeen years she had never been so angry. Of all the presumptuous, closed minded bullshit. Who did he think she was? Hadn't she done enough to show him she wasn't some romantic kid?
When he sat down next to her, she glared at him. "What do I want, Jimmy?" His expression was priceless. He didn't know but he couldn't bear to admit it. She shook her head to keep from grinning in cruel satisfaction. "Right. But you are making choices based on what you think I want. Maybe we should talk about that before we go any further. Either way."
She watched him rub his eyes and then the back of his neck before he sighed and nodded. He hung his head and waited for her to speak. When she didn't after two full minutes, he turned to look at her. "What do you want from me, Alex? Knowing that I have a wife, I'm friends with your father, and even if those things weren't true we'd still have to hide everything because you are under 21 and I'm on the job."
She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed lightly. "I want to be with you as much as I can. I worry about my dad, too. And I'll be leaving for college soon and who knows what that'll bring." She swallowed hard and moved her hand up his thigh. "Your wife might tell you to come home tomorrow."
He looked down at her hand, then back up at her. "Alex, there is no part of this that makes sense. Why me?"
She looked him over with a tight grin. All the kissing and groping and he asked that? Shaking her head, she shifted to sit right against him. Starting at his neck, she slowly kissed down toward his belly. When she reached his lowest rib he stopped her for a moment, his hand clenching on her shoulder. She looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't stop her again. All her desire had to be obvious. She turned and kissed his hand, gently nuzzling it to get him to let go.
When he released her shoulder, she moved lower quickly. She went straight for his fly. If he stopped her again, there would be no starting over.
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