UndertheInfluence (2 page)

He just laughed. A deep, low, lazy chuckle.

“Keep your hands on the vehicle, ma’am.”

He began to push his hand in and out between her thighs,
working his way back up to her pussy. He was so close, so achingly close. He
must be able to feel how wet I am from there, she thought. Already she felt
like she was going to explode. But he just kept running his fingers along the
length of her pussy, on the outside of her panties, like he wanted to see how
wet he could make her by doing almost nothing at all.

She groaned, and he laughed again, before reaching over and
grabbing her breast from behind. His fingers pressed down on her nipple, and
then he squeezed her roughly, and she couldn’t help but cry out a little. He
grabbed her pussy with his whole other hand, and nearly lifted her off the
ground.

“I’m gonna need you to be quiet, ma’am. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” She breathed. “Yes.”

“Good.”

And he kicked her legs apart with his boot.

She could have screamed. She felt like she would die if he
didn’t fuck her right there and then. She arched her back like an animal,
hoping he’d take her now, finally. He was still holding onto her pussy like he
owned it, and now his other hand yanked down the side of her dress, so her left
breast was exposed, and he could get at the bare nipple. He rolled it gently
between his fingers.

“Remember to keep you hands on the vehicle at all times.”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Keep my hands on the vehicle.”

“Good girl.”

And finally, finally, she felt his thumb work its way under
her panty line. He toyed with her now drenched panties, still running his
fingers the length of her pussy, his reflection smiling to himself.

“Come on.” She growled, surprised at herself yet again.

He stared back at her in surprise.

Then he set his jaw.

Just then, she saw the glint of headlights through the back
windshield of her car. Another car was approaching, and would curve around the
bend past them in only a few seconds.

“Wait –” she started to say, and tried to stand up and
turn around, but his hand suddenly on her back pushed her back down roughly.
His leg spread hers further, and he leaned into her, pinning her to the car.
She could feel his hard dick press into her through his uniformed pants.

“Hands on the vehicle.” He said gently, and then while his
right hand still held on to her pussy, his left pinned her arm behind her back,
pressing her exposed breast into the cold metal of her car.

It just looks like he’s arresting me, she thought. Holy
shit.

The oncoming car was getting closer. As it came around the
bend, its headlights bathed them in light, giving a questionable show to
whoever was driving. As the car drove by, he thrust aside her panties and drove
two fingers into her. The sensation arched through her back like fire and she
groaned, grinding herself into his hand. He held her taut, primed, balanced on
those two fingers. Slowly he started to move them, working in and out in wide,
slow circles, building the pressure right below her pubic bone. He began to
work her in a one, two rhythm, each thrust from his hand ratcheting up the
tension, and she started to buck against him helplessly. He let her arm go, and
his hand found her breast again, kneading it in time to his rhythm.

Fuck, she couldn’t take it. She tried to keep her voice calm
as the heat built inside of her, as she started to smile uncontrollably.

“I guess you’re going to let me off, officer?”

She had no idea where this compulsion to make stupid jokes
came from, but she could feel the giggles coming on again, and she wouldn’t be
able to stop it this time. He felt too good inside of her.

It felt too good to be this person, this person who wore
nurse uniforms and seduced cops on the side of the road, even for just a night.

But then his fingers withdrew, leaving behind a sudden
emptiness, and he spun her around. She opened her mouth to protest, when
suddenly he yanked her dress down around her waist. Her nipples already hard,
they puckered more in the chill air. This was really insane now. They were just
by the side of the road, her breasts naked to the world, shining pale in the
moonlight, and neither of them seemed to care. He took his hat off – he
still had his hat on! – and placed it on the hood of the car. She
shuddered, her full breasts shaking with her, and with that he dove down to her
chest, his lips closing around one nipple, his hand around the other. Jessie
ran her hands over the soft, short hair on his head, and moaned.
 

He was driving her completely, utterly insane. With every
flick of his tongue over her nipple, with every squeeze, the fire in her belly
grew hotter, and now it had started to settle lower. Her pussy nearly ached
with hunger. In just a few seconds she felt like she couldn’t wait any longer,
and desperately she began to hike up her skirt.

Briefly he looked up from her breasts, and she could make
out a strong jaw, a straight nose, an unreadable expression. And then his
finger was on her clit, and she melted into him, leaning over his head. With
just a few tight circles he brought her to the edge of orgasm, and then he was
gone again.

She looked up, eyes hooded, panting again. She could tell he
was grinning. He was teasing her. By the side of the road, when anyone at all
could drive by, he was playing games with her.

Bastard.

She growled, and grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning them
around again, and then shoved him onto the hood of the car. This time it was
his turn to laugh. She ignored him, and nearly ripped his pants open. His cock
popped out, rock hard and standing nearly straight up. It was…oh, wow, it was
thick. She reached out and grabbed it, and her hand didn’t quite fit all the
way around. Which was ridiculous.

It was perfect.

With her other hand, she fumbled with the front of her
dress, suddenly extremely thankful that she’d been so picky about costumes.
She’d searched long and hard for a slutty costume with the right sized pockets
on the front, just big enough to fit a few condoms, and this was her reward.

She just hoped the condoms would fit
him
.

“Don’t move,” she growled. She couldn’t believe that was her
voice. Neither could he, apparently.

She ripped the condom wrapper open, and in about a second
she had it positioned on the tip of his cock. Jessie hesitated for just a moment,
marveling at what she was about to do, and then she dipped down to lick his
cock from the base to the tip.

“Fuck!” He said, and that was too much. She needed him right
then.

She rolled the condom down over his dick, hopped up over him
on the hood of the car, and in a second she had the tip of his hard cock right
at the entrance to her cunt. He reached up and grabbed handfuls of her breasts,
and then she lowered herself onto him, as fast as she could. She didn’t think
she’d make it all the way, he was so thick, and then she felt his hands grasp
her hips and he drove up into her.

She squealed with delight. It hurt a little, but the feeling
of that cock all the way inside her was more than worth it. She was having her
way with a cop.

She began to ride him, rocking her hips in long, slow
strokes, and as he rose up to meet her, she leaned forward and planted her
hands on his chest. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but she put a hand over
his mouth.

“Don’t talk!” She breathed.

She began to grind into him faster and faster, setting her
own rhythm, feeling a tight band of fire begin to curl around her cunt,
compressing until the pressure was too much to bear and she exploded from the
inside out, squeezing down on him so hard he cried out beneath her hand. Her
orgasm pulled the come out of him, and she felt him shudder beneath her.

She fell on top of him, letting her hair fall across his
face, and for a moment they lay there like that. This was exactly what she
needed. She felt calm, and peaceful, for the first time in ages. Nothing could
shake her cool now, not even the glint of headlights in the distance. She
rolled off the hood of her car, fixed her dress, and nudged the cop off, who
staggered a bit as he fumbled with his zipper. She smiled, and thought to herself:
I did that.

“Thanks for a Halloween treat,” she said, and leaned up to
give him a kiss on the cheek. Laughing softly to herself, she quickly got into
her car, not wanting to ruin the perfect…whatever this was.

But as she drove off, she couldn’t help but wonder: what the
hell was she going to be next year?

The
End

A
Note from the Author

Hi! Thanks so much for reading
Under the Influence
! It's really such a fantastic feeling to know that
people have enjoyed these stories, I can't even tell you. If you liked this
short, you might check out my erotic romance novelette on a similar sexy cop
theme,
Protect
and Serve
, or you can check out the
entire collection (the novelette plus three shorts),
Lust
for the Law
. (I couldn't resist the
title.)

Thanks again, sincerely. Happy reading. :)

Ava Adele