Threat 6

Lucas avoided her for two weeks. Knowing her menstrual cycle was in there somewhere and letting her realize how much she missed being fucked properly. Dodging her was easy, he worked night shifts, well aware of her meetings and social obligations during the day.

It was Tuesday morning and he was itching for her innocence. Visiting his regular club hadn’t given him the rush he wanted. He came in some brunette’s face and that was all he needed. But it’s been a week since he orgasmed again- depriving himself, building up his reservoir.

I’m going to make your pussy overflow Mrs. Vicks.

He was watching her come out of her house, the only person home the neighborhood this time of day was an old woman painter who couldn’t see much past her canvas.

Mrs. Vicks spied his car and immediately stiffened.

You tease me.

Lucas got out of the vehicle and approached, “Mrs. Vicks?” Her eyes darted around the neighborhood, making certain no one was around.

“Yes?” She took a breath and locked the front door- something she didn’t regularly do. Lucas killed the smirk that wanted to twist his mouth. “I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“No you’re not.”

She huffed and pushed past him, “I am. I have a lunch date with an old friend.”

“Male or female?”

“If I say male,” she stopped on the stairs and looked at him still standing on the porch, “what will happen?”

“Nothing.”

“Good.” She quickly strode to her car and got in, shocked Lucas didn’t follow. As she backed out of the driveway she watched him sit in one of the rocking chairs. He could feel her puzzlement. She rolled down the window and snipped, “I’ll be gone for hours! I’m going to town to shop afterwards!”

“I’ll wait here.” He loved it when she swallowed hard. He loved it more when she pounded her palms on the steering wheel, inadvertently honking the horn twice. Her hands gripped the wheel and her forehead rested against it. Lucas was pretty sure she was swearing under her breath.

So cute.  As tough as an injured kitten. God she is great.

“What do you want?” She seemed to ask the dashboard.

“You’ve missed me Mrs. Vicks.” He smiled at her glaring eyes. “Won’t you invite me in?” She looked at her watch and thought a moment. “You’re always early Mrs. Vicks, today you’ll be late.” She didn’t budge. “Just a little late. Tick tock Mrs. Vicks.” Lucas settled into the chair, enjoying the slow rocking and imagining her on his lap.

She growled, revved the car and jerked it back into the driveway. Wearing his poker face he was amused as she slammed the car door, catching her purse in it, swearing, yanking the purse away and slamming the door shut.

Fucking adorable. I’m going to love this fuck.

Stomping up the stairs she refused to look at him, instead digging in her purse for her keys.

“You look beautiful today Mrs. Vicks. I love that dress.” Her mood softened for a moment and he capitalized on it. “You should wear blue more often. You look radiant in it.” Another degree melted her shoulders as she fussed with the key. “You could always wear my uniform shirt-“ she tried not to smile.

Got ya.

“-after sex. I’d love to see that.” She opened the door and he followed, she was headed to the kitchen. “You’d wear nothing else but my gun.” The image filled his head. His steel blue shirt completely unbuttoned, hiding her nipples but showing the size of her breasts. His belt hanging low on her hips, covering her small patch of hair, his gun slung on her thigh.

Fuck.

He shook his head, shaking away the image. Excellent at self discipline, today he was struggling. Wanting to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and find the nearest soft surface- he clenched his fists instead.

“Would you like coffee?”

I love a Betty Crocker type. Never thought this would be my bag.

“No.” Hearing the washing machine on he smiled at her. “But I’d like to see your laundry room.” The bewildered look on her face was priceless. Snatching her hand he dragged her toward the whirring sound.  The top loading washer was on final spin, he opened the lid and it screeched to a halt. He pulled a towel off the side, dropped it on the other and then shut the lid. The spinning restarted- this time it seemed to be limping.

Stella reached for it, “It’s off balance!”

Not giving his reasons, she needed to learn not to question him, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto it. He got a whiff of her perfume and felt light headed.

Now that’s an excellent scent. My dick is so hard. Breathe. Slow. Need to tempt her.

He peeled off her panties, the sheer pink fabric got caught on her heel- he liked it there and left it. Tugging on the jersey kit neckline, exposing her breasts, the demi bra was useless at covering her tits. Feeling unsteady on the washer she held his shoulders. The spin gathered speed, knocking her into him. Without thinking she wrapped her legs around his waist but he pushed them away, making her legs dangle. Carefully maneuvering between the jerking metal box and her fleshy one, Lucas undid his trousers and pulled himself out.

So much for teasing her. This is a slam fucking dunk. Fuck, my dick is so hard.

She groaned when he slipped into her, Lucas muffled his grunt by pressing his face to her breasts. Thrusting, he was very aware of his balls on the cusp of being knocked by the washer. He was distracted when he felt her fingers slide into his hair and curl, pulling it slightly.

She glared at him, and hissed, “What are you doing to me?”

“Fucking you Mrs. Vicks. You’ve missed me.” Her glare narrowed and he smiled. “You missed me.”

“I didn’t.” She let go of his hair and tried to cross her arms but he was suddenly nibbling her tit. Again, her fingers slid into his hair. His hair was short, making it difficult to hold but she pinched the strands between her fingers. “I don’t like you,” she whispered into the top of his head.

Lucas grinned at her breast. “You missed me but you don’t have to like me.” Her pussy was so wet, moisture running down his shaft and onto his balls. “Your pussy loves me.” He leaned back to look at her unhappy face. “Your body loves what I do.” He jerked her off the washer and quickly set her on the floor on her back. “But you missed me too,” he said grunting as he began thrusting without hesitation. Her eyes squeezed shut he could sense her about to come.

Something different.

Lucas began to come, shooting the first four shots into her pussy, pulling out and accurately aiming the rest at her crotch. He stood, took a towel off the dryer and wiped off his dick. She sat up, a little confused and her body’s sexual hum slowly dissipating. Between being deprived of sex for a week (her husband wasn’t up for it no matter what she did) and an unfulfilled orgasm, she was reeling.

She held out her hand for the towel but Lucas kneeled beside her legs instead. He gently wiped his come off of her, taking care to get the pink folds of her pussy. The panties were on the floor, he picked them up off the floor and slipped it over her foot. Moving to her side, he slid them over her other foot and pulled them up. She lifted her hips and he smiled at her as he tugged them to their proper location. He pecked a kiss on the front of her snatch, smiled at her and stood. He offered her a hand, she took it and he assisted her to her feet. Lucas turned and walked toward the front door, leaving a bewildered woman behind.

The front door latched behind him and he descended down the steps.

You missed me and now you crave me.

Pleased with how things were going, Lucas allowed himself to smile as he got in his cruiser. A curt wave was given to Mrs. Vicks who was trying to pull her mind together as she came down the stairs, and he drove off.

To be continued…

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