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April you couldn't have picked a worse morning to skip." The cop car idled beside the driveway, dust swirling around its tires as her brother leaned out the window, fingers drumming the doorframe.
She barely glanced up from tying her shoes. "Training day, " she said, shrugging. "You think I'd miss watching Mrs. Hendricks try to wrestle a defibrillator onto a CPR dummy again?
He sighed, rolling down the passenger window. She leaned in, her elbow resting on the window frame. "Come on, Ethan be a good brother and drop me at the mall it's on your way to work, " she murmured, voice syrup-thick with that fake innocence he knew too well. "you got to go passed it anyway." "Fine." He rolled his eyes, reaching for the gearshift. She tossed her handbag into the backseat the metallic clink of her water bottle hitting the seatbelt buckle and jogged back to the front door to lock it.
What she didn't see was him reaching behind the passenger seat, fingers sliding beneath the spare uniform draped over the backrest. A small plastic bag, powdery residue clinging to its inner folds, slipped neatly into the side pocket of her bag. The whole motion took less than a second a practiced flick of the wrist.
At the mall entrance, he leaned over to pop the passenger door open for her. She twisted in her seat, one leg already out, when his fingers closed around her wrist. "See you later, " he murmured, thumb smoothing over her pulse point in a way that made her breath hitch.
Once at work, he'd given it half an hour just enough time for her to linger at the cosmetics counter, maybe grab a pretzel before calling the Sheriff."The suspect?" Sheriff Dawson's sandpaper voice crackled through the phone. "Black hair tied in a ponytail, green shirt, grey track pants, suspected to be in possession of drugs." His tongue lingered over the description as if savoring each syllable, picturing the exact way that cheap cotton clung to her hips when she stretched to lock the front door.
Outside the breakfast van, she'd just taken her last bite of a bacon-egg bap when the cruiser pulled up beside her, tires crunching gravel. The Sheriff stepped out, sunlight glinting off his badge, and she froze mid-chew grease on her lips, fingers sticky."
"Ma'am, " Dawson drawled, adjusting his belt with a leathery creak, "there's been a report of someone matching your description in possession of drugs." His thumb hovered near his holster, not threatening, just present.
Her lips parted grease glistening on her bottom lip as her brain caught up. The muffin's warmth turned leaden in her stomach. She hadn't even noticed the weight difference in her bag when she'd slung it over her shoulder, too busy laughing at the vendor's joke about extra bacon.
Dawson's fingers twitched toward his belt as she swallowed, throat tight. "Mind if I take a look?" he asked, too casual, nodding at her bag where it slumped against the breakfast van's counter. The side pocket gaped slightly open, just enough to show a crinkle of plastic.
Her pulse thudded in her ears as she wiped greasy fingers on her a napkin before reaching for the bag. The moment her fingers brushed the zipper, Dawson's hand closed over hers, rough palms scraping her knuckles. "Allow me, " he murmured, breath hot with coffee and mint gum. The zipper teeth parted with a slow, deliberate sound.
Inside the side pocket, the plastic baggie glinted under the morning sun, its powdery contents catching the light like crushed pearls. Dawson exhaled sharply through his nose she caught the flare of his nostrils, the way his pupils dilated before he schooled his expression. "That's a Schedule II possession charge right there, " he said.
She barely had time to register the cold kiss of metal before the cuffs snapped shut around her wrists, the mechanism clicking with finality. The sound rang louder than it should have like bones breaking. "You're kidding, " she breathed, but her pulse hammered against his fingers where they gripped her elbow. Dawson's thumb dug into the soft hollow just above her ulna, pressing just shy of painful.
The backseat of the cruiser smelled of stale coffee and gun oil. When Dawson guided her in, his palm slid from her elbow to the small of her back too lingering, too warm. Then, as she bent forward to duck inside, he shifted just enough for the hard ridge of his erection to press against her ass through the thin fabric of her track pants. The contact lasted a fraction of a second, but it sent a jolt through her, sharp and electric. She caught the faintest hitch in his breath before he cleared his throat and shut the door with a solid thunk.
At the station, he bypassed booking entirely, steering her past the front desk with a nod to the Deputy. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting the linoleum floor in a sickly glow. His fingers tightened around her bicep as they turned down a narrow hallway, steering her toward the interrogation room. The door swung open with a creak, revealing a table bolted to the floor and a two-way mirror that threw her reflection back at her lips still faintly shiny with grease.
Inside, he nudged her toward the metal chair with his knee. "Sit, " he murmured, voice low enough that the recorder wouldn't catch it. When she hesitated, he leaned in, his breath hot against her earlobe. "Unless you'd rather I cuff you to the table." She sat. The metal was cold through her thin pants, sending a shiver up her spine as he circled behind her. His knuckles brushed the back of her neck just once, light as a moth's wing, before he walked away.
The cuffs clicked open in his palm not the standard issue ones from the car, but something heavier, the steel dull and scratched from use. He let them dangle for a heartbeat before snapping one around her wrist, then threading the chain through the steel loop bolted to the table. "There, " he said, almost conversational, as the second cuff closed with a sound like a guillotine blade locking into place. She flexed her fingers instinctively, testing the give. The chain barely allowed her palm to flatten against the tabletop.
Sheriff Dawson paused, fingers lingering near her pulse point, then turned on his heel. The door opened and then shut with a soft, deliberate click. In the room on the other side of the mirror Deputy Collins leaned against the wall, arms crossed as Shriff Dawson�s entered the room. Collins� gaze slid sideways, assessing her through the reflection before turning his attention back to Dawson. "Want me to book her in?" he asked, voice muffled but intelligible.
Dawson shook his head, slow, deliberate. "Not yet." He lifted the plastic baggie between thumb and forefinger, tilting it so the fluorescent light caught the fine white granules clinging to the seams. Deputy Collins frowned, leaned closer then snorted, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "That ain't coke, " he muttered. "That�s confectioner�s sugar." The corners of Dawson�s mouth twitched. "Yeah, " he said, low. "But she don�t know that."
Across the glass, she strained against the cuffs, the chain rasping against steel. The movement made her shirt ride up, exposing a sliver of skin just above her waistband pale, smooth, one freckle near the dip of her spine. Dawson exhaled sharply through his nose. "Go get the newbie, " he told Collins, flicking the bag onto the table. "Ethan. Collins hesitated, eyebrows lifting, until Dawson curled his fingers into an O thumb and forefinger pressed tight, the middle finger poking through it. The gesture hung in the air between them, filthy as a spit-shined dime.
Collins� lips peeled back from his teeth. "And if the newbie wants none of this?" he muttered, jerking his chin toward the mirror. Dawson didn�t blink. "Then I fire him, " he said. "Say he was drunk on the job."
The deputy pushed off the wall, boots scuffing the linoleum as he headed for the door but not before glancing back at the glass. His eyes dragged down her reflection, lingering where her shirt had ridden higher, the fabric stretched taut over one hipbone. His tongue flicked over his lower lip. "This�ll be fun, " he murmured, slipping out.
Footsteps echoed in the hall, uneven one set heavy and deliberate, the other lighter, hesitant. When Collins came back with the rookie, Ethan�s knuckles were white around his duty belt. His gaze skittered over the mirrored glass, then darted away, Adam�s apple bobbing. Dawson exhaled through his nose, slow, and pushed off the table. Ethan stiffened as the sheriff brushed past him, close enough for the scent of gun oil and spearmint to ghost over his cheek. "Watch and learn, " Dawson murmured.
Inside the room, she flinched at the scrape of the door. Dawson circled the table, fingers trailing the edge her shirt still hitched up, the cuffs keeping her wrists splayed slightly apart. He leaned down, lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Ten years, " he breathed. "Unless you convince me that" his thumb stroked the inside of her wrist "this little package ain�t yours." The plastic baggie crinkled as he tossed it onto the table between her splayed hands.
"It not mine, " she hissed too quick, voice cracking.Dawson chuckled, slow and thick, like syrup dripping from a spoon, "Then how�d it get in your bag, sweetheart?" The question slithered between them, weighty with implication.
The sheriff�s hand cupped her elbow calloused fingers pressing just enough to feel the jump of her pulse and hauled her upright. Her knees bumped the underside of the table as he pressed against her from behind, his erection grinding into the cleft of her ass through his uniform pants." I can make this all go away, " he murmured, breath hot against the damp skin of her neck. His free hand tapped the baggie still lying between her cuffed wrists. "If you cooperate."
Dawson smirked, slow and deliberate, as he rocked his hips forward just once letting her feel the full, thick outline of him. Her breath hitched, lip catching between her teeth. "Understand?" She nodded. He leaned in closer, lips brushing her earlobe. "No, " he murmured. "Say it out loud. "She swallowed then says "I understand."
The sheriff�s chuckle vibrated against her back as his fingers slid beneath the hem of her shirt, calloused palms skating up her ribs. The rough pads of his thumbs found the underside of her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, tracing the lace edge before dipping under the cups. She gasped when he pinched both nipples at once sharp, sudden his grip tightening just shy of pain. "Good girl, " he purred, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. His cock pulsed against her ass, hot even through the layers of fabric.
Behind the glass, Ethan�s breath hitched audibly. Dawson didn�t glance back, but his lips curled at the sound. "Got a nice pair of big tits, " he mused aloud, kneading the soft flesh with his whole hands now, fingers splaying wide enough to make the lace strain. "Shame to waste �em in county jumpsuits."
His palms slid down her ribs slow, deliberate until his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her track pants. One sharp tug had the fabric pooling at her knees, the sudden draft cool against her thighs. Then he fished his cock out through the zipper, the thick shaft springing free with a wet smack against her ass. She gasped at the contact, the heat of him searing even through the thin cotton of her red panties.
"Go on, " Dawson murmured, kneading her hips as he rutted forward once, twice letting her feel the damp drag of his precum soaking through the fabric. "Show me how bad you want out." His grip tightened, guiding her movement until she rolled her hips back against him, the friction pulling a low groan from his throat. The cotton clung to her folds, already slick with her own arousal, and every grind dragged his swollen head along the damp seam of her panties.
Behind the glass, a muffled zipper rasped Ethan's breath hitched sharp as Collins chuckled beside him. Dawson grinned against her hairline, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. "Hear that?" His breath scorched her skin. "The only other two cops in this shithole town are behind that mirror right now, jacking their dicks raw watching you."
His palm slid up her ribs, fingertips bruising against her ribs as he pinched her nipple again harder this time and she arched against him with a gasp. Dawson's cock jerked against her ass, hot and slick through the thin cotton. "Keep going, " he growled. His free hand waved outward, beckoning sharply toward the mirrored glass a silent command and the door groaned open.
In walked the other two Collins first, his belt already unbuckled and dangling loose around his hips, cock jutting thick and flushed from his fly. Ethan followed, pale-faced, fingers twitching near his holster until Collins elbowed him sharply in the ribs. The younger cop's breathing was ragged, pupils blown wide as he took in the scene the way Dawson had her arched over the table, the way she pushes back sliding as far back as the handcuffs will let, her panties soaked through where the sheriff�s cock rutted against them.
"Boss, " Collins rasped, thumbing open his zipper wider, "there�s a double-sided bed upstairs for the night shift guy remember?" The words hung in the air like gun smoke, thick with unspoken history. Dawson didn�t pause, just dug his fingers deeper into her hips, grinding against her ass in slow, deliberate circles. "Yeah, " he muttered, lips curling against her neck. "Soundproof too."
Collins circled the table, first he wrenched her shoes off, tossing them into the corner where they skidded against the linoleum. Her socks followed, peeled away one by one with deliberate slowness.his next he crouched knuckles brushing her inner thigh when peeled her track pants the rest of the way down her legs. The fabric caught around her ankles, tangled with her panties, and Collins chuckled low as he hooked a finger into the lace, dragging it just tight enough against her clit to make her gasp. "Fuck, " she hissed, arching off the table, and Collins grinned, pressing his tongue against his teeth. "That�s the idea."
Dawson's belt buckle clinked against the table edge as he leaned over her, uncuffing one wrist, then the other, the metal scraping raw against her skin where she'd struggled. The sudden rush of blood back to her fingers burned pins and needles prickling up her arms and she flexed her hands instinctively. Collins yanked her track pants down past her knees, the fabric catching on her ankles before he tore them free.
"Rookie, " Dawson barked, snapping his fingers toward Ethan, who stood frozen by the door, throat working. "Hold her arms behind her back. Follow us upstairs." His voice dripped with command, leaving no room for hesitation. Ethan swallowed hard, fingers twitching before he stepped forward she caught the tremor in his hands as he gripped her wrists, pressing them together at the small of her back. His palm was clammy against her skin, the roughness of his uniform sleeve brushing her bare shoulder blades.
Halfway up the stairs, she tripped her bare foot catching the edge of a step, the sudden jolt sending her crashing forward into Ethan's chest. His arms locked around her, the scent of gun oil and nervous sweat flooding her senses as his fingers splayed over her ribs, just beneath the swell of her breasts. "Sis, you okay?" The nickname slipped out, raw and unfiltered, before he stiffened, realizing his mistake. Dawson turned slowly on the step above them, his grin widening like a predator scenting blood. "Oh, this just got interesting, " he drawled, dragging a thumb down the length of his belt buckle.
The second-floor hallway smelled of bleach and mildew, the flickering fluorescents casting long shadows ahead of them. When Dawson kicked open the door to the night shift room, Collins was already sprawled across the narrow bed naked one hand lazily stroking his cock. The headboard rattled as he shifted, ass resting against the scarred wood, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. "Took you fuckers long enough, " he snorted, pinching his nipple between thumb and forefinger the gesture obscene, deliberate, the pink flesh already pebbled tight.
Ethan hesitated at the threshold, his grip still tight around her wrists too tight, the tendons in his hands trembling. Dawson shut the door behind them with a soft click, then locked it, the bolt sliding home like a hammer cocking. "Rookie, " he murmured, stepping close enough for the heat of his body to press against Ethan's back. "You can let go now." His breath was hot against the younger cop's neck, fingers tracing the seam of Ethan's uniform collar before curling into the fabric and yanking him backward.
The sheriff's belt buckle clattered to the floor, followed by the whisper of polyester sliding over skin. Dawson stepped free of his pants, naked save for the sweat glistening in the hollow of his throat, the thick thatch of hair at his groin. His cock jutted heavy and flushed, the vein along the underside pulsing visibly wet at the tip where he'd smeared precum with his thumb. He hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties the lace stretched taut over her hips then dragged them down slow enough for the fabric to rasp against her thighs, catching momentarily around her ankles.
She crawled across the mattress, knees sinking into the thin padding, her breath hitching each time her thighs brushed the damp fabric pooled between them. Collins reclined against the headboard, muscled thighs splayed wide one hand lazily circling his cock.Her brother�s fingers knotted into her ponytail just as she reached Collins� hips, yanking her head back with a sharp jerk that made her gasp. "Open, " Ethan growled, voice cracking on the syllable and then he shoved her face down onto Collins� cock with a force that should�ve made her gag. But her throat opened instinctively, the slick length sliding in with shocking ease, her nose pressing into the wiry hair at his groin.
Ethan kept the rhythm brutal only letting her up enough to take a few big glops of air before driving her back down, her lips stretched obscenely wet around Collins� girth. Each retreat left a string of saliva dangling from her chin; each thrust punched a choked noise from her chest. Dawson chuckled lowly from the foot of the bed, thumbing his own cock as he watched her.
Then Ethan hauled her off with a wet pop, her brother�s fingers tightening in her hair as he dragged her backwards across the mattress. Collins groaned at the sudden absence, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach but Ethan was already peeling off his uniform shirt, buttons scattering like teeth across the floor. His belt followed with a metallic clatter, his pants pooling around his ankles before he kicked them aside, stepping free with a shuddering exhale.
She barely had time to register the flush spreading from his collarbones to his navel before he shoved her down again not toward Collins this time, but onto his own cock, thick and flushed pink where it jutted from his boxers. "My turn, little sis, " he gritted out, voice ragged with something between fury and hunger, and then he was guiding himself between her lips with a hand that trembled.
Dawson�s chuckle rumbled behind them as Ethan�s hips stuttered forward, dragging the taste of salt and musk across her tongue. "That�s it, rookie, " the sheriff murmured, rough fingers tracing the knobs of Ethan�s spine down to the dip just above his ass. "No one�s watching but us."
Ethan�s breath hitched sharp, involuntary when her teeth grazed his shaft, a reflexive flinch that only drove him deeper. His grip tightened in her hair, knuckles pressing white against her scalp as he fucked into her throat with short, erratic thrusts. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room, broken only by Collins� lazy stroking and the creak of springs beneath them.
She could feel the moment he forgot himself the way his hips snapped forward without restraint, the choked-off groan when her nose pressed against his pelvis. His cock twitched against her tongue, hot and thick, the vein along its underside pulsing against her lips with each ragged exhale. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin as he held her there, trembling.
Ethan yanked her off with a wet gasp, his grip shifting from her hair to her shoulder as he twisted her toward Dawson. The sheriff smirked, rolling his hips lazily where he lounged against the footboard, his cock glistening with precum against his thigh. "Better clean me up before I change my mind about that plea deal, " he murmured, thumbing the slick head just to watch her flinch.
Her knees slid against the sheets sticky with sweat and spit as she crawled toward him, the musk of gun oil and spearmint gum thick in her nose. Dawson let her hover there a moment, breathing hot against his shaft before he tangled his fingers in her ponytail, dragging her down hard enough to make her jaw ache. The first inch stretched her lips obscenely, the salt-bitter taste flooding her tongue as he exhaled through his teeth.
Behind her, Collins tapped Ethan�s shoulder, making a crude circle with his finger before pointing at her cunt still glistening then pantomimed a slow lick up his palm. The rookie�s throat bobbed, as Collins shoved him forward, muttering, "Get that pretty mouth working both ways."
Just as Ethan�s hesitant fingers skimmed her inner thigh, Collins slid off the headboard with feline grace, landing in a crouch behind her. His tongue broad and hot dragged up the seam of her ass without warning, the wet stripe searing through her nerves like a lit fuse. She jerked against Dawson�s grip, her moan muffled around his cock, as Collins� thumbs dug into the soft flesh of her cheeks, spreading her wider. The second lick was slower, deliberate, the tip of his tongue circling her rim before pressing inward, the heat of him making her thighs quiver.
Ethan exhaled sharply against her pussy, his breath hitching as if surprised by his own boldness. His first lick was tentative just a flicker of tongue against her clit but the second was bolder, his lips closing around the swollen bud to suck gently. The dual sensation Collins� tongue working her ass while Ethan�s mouth grew hungrier between her legs sent sparks skittering up her spine. She arched, her hips rolling forward into Ethan�s face, then back against Collins� mouth, the rhythm stuttering and uneven. Saliva dripped from her chin onto Dawson�s thighs, her throat vibrating around a moan as the sheriff tightened his grip in her hair.
Dawson pulled her off his cock with a wet pop, the sudden absence of heat making her whimper. "That�s it, " he murmured, thumbing the spit-slick head of his dick against her lower lip. "Let me hear you." Her moan was ragged, her lips parted and swollen but Collins chose that moment to press deeper, his tongue breaching her rim with a slow, deliberate twist that wrenched a gasp from her lungs. The sound ricocheted off the walls, raw and unfiltered, and Dawson groaned, his hips jerking forward to smear precum across her cheekbone.
Then both men pulled away at once: Collins' tongue sliding free with an obscene wet sound, Ethan's mouth parting from her pussy with a ragged exhale. The sudden loss of sensation left her shivering, her skin oversensitive where the air ghosted over damp flesh. Dawson dragged her upright by the hair, his free hand palming her throat just hard enough to feel her pulse hammering. "What should we do with you next?" he mused, voice low and rough. His thumb brushed the hinge of her jaw calculating, almost clinical before sliding down to trace the flutter of her carotid.
Collins wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist, eyes flicking between her and Ethan with lazy amusement. "Rookie, " he drawled, jerking his chin toward the bedframe, "on your back." The command hung in the air, thick with implication. Ethan hesitated his pupils blown wide, his cock jutting obscenely before stumbling backward onto the mattress, his spine hitting the sheets with a rustle of starch-stiff cotton. Dawson exhaled through his nose, slow and satisfied, as he guided her over Ethan's hips her knees bracketing his ribs, her thighs trembling with the effort not to collapse.
The first inch was electric Ethan's cockhead catching at her entrance, the stretch burning sweet as she sank down. A sound tore from her throat, half-moan, half-sob, as her brother's hands flew to her hips, fingers digging crescent moons into her skin. Collins leaned over them both, his breath hot against her shoulder blade, one hand splayed possessively across her lower back. "That's it, " he murmured, lips grazing the knob of her spine. "Take your brother nice and slow."
She rocked forward, thighs trembling, the drag of Ethan inside her making her gasp. The angle shifted just slightly and suddenly he was deeper, the head of his cock brushing something that sent sparks up her spine. Dawson chuckled darkly from the foot of the bed, thumbing his own erection as he watched her hips stutter. "Look at her, " he said, voice rough. "Already trying to fuck herself faster."
Collins' fingers dug into her waist, forcing her rhythm to slow. "Uh-uh, " he murmured against her shoulder, his breath hot. "You don�t get to rush this." His palm slid down to her ass, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her cheek before delivering a sharp smack that made her jerk forward Ethan�s groan vibrating through her clenched thighs. The sting lingered, mixing with the dull ache of being stretched around her brother�s cock, her cunt fluttering involuntarily each time she lifted herself halfway up only to sink back down.
Ethan�s grip on her hips tightened, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of her pelvis as if trying to memorize the shape of her. His hips arched off the mattress, meeting her downward grind with a thrust that punched a ragged moan from her throat. The angle shifted again brushing that spot inside her that made her vision whiten and suddenly he was deeper than before.
"Oh god, " Ethan gasped, his voice cracking like cheap veneer, "you�re so tight, little sis " The words spilled out raw and unfiltered before he bit down on his lower lip, his throat working around a swallow. The confession hung between them like smoke, thick and unavoidable.
Her reply came breathless, half-moaned into the humid air: "And you fuck just as big as Daddy was." The admission tasted like copper and stolen honey, sticky on her tongue. Ethan�s hips jerked upward at that, his cock twitching inside her as if trying to carve its name deeper.
She arched back both hands fisting in the sheets now and began rocking faster, her ponytail swinging with each snap of her hips. The friction built, molten and insistent, until she reached below herself with both hands, fingers scrambling at the hem of her shirt. The fabric peeled away damp with sweat, sticking briefly to her ribs before she wrenched it over her head and tosses it somewhere near Dawson�s boots. Her red bra followed slowly, deliberately her left hand lowering the straps down her shoulders inch by inch as she ground against Ethan�s cock, the lace catching on her nipples before finally sliding free. She reached back with the other and unhooked the clasp, letting the fabric pool in her palm before tossing it aside with a flick of her wrist. The elastic snapped against Collins� thigh as it landed, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the humid room.
Dawson laughed low and rough as Ethan�s hands flew to her breasts, fingers kneading the soft flesh with a reverence that bordered on desperation. His thumbs brushed her nipples, already stiff from the friction of her bra, and she gasped when he pinched them both at once sharp enough to make her hips stutter. The sensation rippled down her spine, pooling low in her belly as she rocked against him, the drag of his cock inside her turning slick and effortless. Ethan�s breath hitched when she rolled her hips just so his fingers tightening reflexively around her breasts and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as the head of his cock nudged that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
Collins watched them with amusement, his tongue dragging along his lower lip as he palmed his own erection. The flush climbing his chest darkened when she arched back her spine curving like a drawn bowstring and Ethan�s hands slid down to grip her waist, thumbs pressing into the dip of her hipbones. "Fuck, " Ethan muttered, voice ragged, his fingers tracing the sweat-slick hollows of her ribs before skimming back up to her breasts. His touch was less controlled now more insistent as if trying to memorize every dip and curve before she slipped away.
The mattress groaned beneath them when Ethan lifted her one arm hooking beneath her thighs and flipped her onto her back with surprising strength. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into the small of his back as he settled between her thighs. The sudden shift pulled him impossibly deeper her cunt clenching around him and she gasped at the way the angle changed everything. His thrusts grew erratic, his hips slapping against hers with a wet rhythm that echoed against the hollow walls. "Big brother, " she panted, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, "make me cum fuck just like that "
Ethan seized her wrists in one rough motion, pinning them above her head with both hands. His grip was iron-tight, veins standing out along his forearms as he held her there, his thrusts turning brutal, relentless. His breath came in ragged bursts against her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point just hard enough to sting. The pressure built coiling tighter until he shuddered with a broken groan, "April " her name tearing from his throat like a confession as he came deep inside her, his cock pulsing in thick, hot spurts.
The sensation of him filling her the sudden wet heat, the way his hips jerked erratically against hers sent her crashing over the edge a heartbeat later. Her back arched off the mattress, her thighs clamping around his waist as her cunt clenched around him in rhythmic spasms, each contraction milking another ragged moan from his lips. The pleasure was almost too much white-hot and electric her vision swimming with every pulse of her climax.
As soon as Ethan rolled off her, Collins was up, his bare feet hitting the linoleum with a quiet slap before he hauled her off the bed by the waist. His grip was rough, possessive, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he spun her toward the wall. She staggered, her knees still weak, her palms smacking against the cool plaster as Collins pressed against her from behind, his erection already hard against her ass.
"Spread, " he ordered, low and guttural, his knee nudging hers apart until her legs were wide. She arched instinctively, her ass jutting back into him, hands already lifting to brace the wall. Collins groaned appreciatively, his palm sliding down the curve of her spine to grip her hipbone. The other hand fisted in her ponytail, yanking her head back until she gasped, the tendons in her neck standing taut as bowstrings.
His cockhead nudged at her ass warmth and pressure where she was still tight and he paused just long enough for her breath to hitch. Then Collins pushed in slow, the stretch burning in a way that made her toes curl against the linoleum. His lips brushed the shell of her ear hot, slick as he murmured, "Bet big bro wishes this was him." The words slithered between them, and she shuddered against him, her cunt clenching reflexively around nothing.
Collins chuckled at her reaction, his fingers tightening in her hair as he rocked forward just an inch then back again, the drag maddening. His other hand slid around her hip, fingers dipping between her thighs to find her still slick and swollen. He rubbed slow circles against her clit, the pressure just shy of rough, as he worked himself deeper. Every thrust pulled a gasp from her throat, her nails scraping the wall as her hips jerked between his cock and his fingers.
Then suddenly he stilled. His breath came hot against her shoulder, ragged, as he buried himself to the hilt and held there. The pause stretched, agonizing, until she whimpered and tried to rock back against him. Collins' grip tightened brutally, his fingers stilling on her clit. "Uh-uh, " he growled, teeth grazing her nape. "You take what I give you." His hips rolled in slow, shallow circles now just enough to make her feel every ridge of him without relief while his fingers resumed their torment, lighter now, feathering over her oversensitive flesh in teasing strokes.
Behind them, Dawson exhaled sharply through his nose, shifting his weight against the bedframe where he'd been watching. The creak of leather filled the silence as he adjusted his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the thick air. Collins glanced back eyes glinting with something feral before snapping his hips forward hard enough to slam her palms flush against the wall. She cried out, her knees buckling, but he caught her by the waist and dragged her upright, his pace slowing again to a maddening grind.
The shift was brutal from jackhammer thrusts to slow, deliberate rolls of his hips each movement dragging his cockhead against that spot inside her that made her thighs quiver. The contrast was dizzying; the lingering burn of his initial stretch dissolved into something deeper, hotter, as he fucked her with long, smooth strokes that left her gasping. His fingers returned to her clit, this time circling lazily, the pressure just enough to tease but never enough to push her over.
Collins chuckled against her shoulder when she whined, his teeth scraping her damp skin as he slowed further, each withdrawal agonizingly deliberate. "Too fast for you?" he taunted, his free hand sliding up her ribs to palm her breast, thumb brushing the stiff peak before pinching hard just as he bottomed out inside her with a slow grind that made her toes curl. The dual sensation sharp pleasure-pain radiating from her nipple while he filled her completely drew a ragged moan from her throat.
He repeated the motion, fucking her with deep, measured strokes now, his hips rolling in lazy circles that rubbed her walls just right. Every time he sheathed himself fully, his fingers found her other nipple, twisting it between rough fingertips until her breath hitched. The rhythm was maddening each slow thrust punctuated by that sharp pinch, her body tensing in anticipation only for him to draw back again, leaving her clenching around nothing.
Dawson cleared his throat behind them, the sound sharp as a gunshot. Collins paused mid-thrust, cock twitching inside her as he glanced over his shoulder at the sheriff. Dawson�s fingers flexed around his cock, his jaw working silently before he jerked his chin toward the bed. Collins exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring, but obeyed his grip tightening on her hips as he pulled out with a slick pop. The sudden emptiness made her shudder, her thighs trembling as he dragged her backward by the ponytail.
Collins shoved her forward onto the bed, her palms hitting the mattress just as Dawson spread his legs wider revealing his cock jutting thick and flushed against his abdomen. She barely had time to register the heat of him before Collins bent her over Dawson�s lap, her ass jutting into the air as her face hovered inches from the sheriff�s dick. The musky scent of him filled her nostrils salt and leather and something darker as Collins lined himself up behind her again.
The first thrust into her pussy was brutal, Collins sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion that punched a gasp from her lungs. Her mouth fell open instinctively just as Dawson seized her ponytail, guiding her lips onto his cock with a rough tug. The dual sensation Collins� hips slapping against her ass while Dawson�s thickness filled her throat sent sparks skittering down her spine. She moaned as Dawson�s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her still as Collins picked up speed behind her.
Saliva pooled in her mouth, dripping onto Dawson�s thighs as Collins angled her hips higher, each snap of his hips forcing her forward onto the sheriff�s cock. Every withdrawal pulled Dawson halfway out just enough for her to gasp before Collins slammed her back down, the head of Dawson�s dick brushing the back of her throat. Tears pricked her eyes, her gag reflex long since overridden by the rhythmic pressure of Collins grinding against her ass, the stretch burning deliciously.
Collins chuckled darkly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he adjusted his stance wider, rougher tilting her pelvis until each thrust dragged Dawson�s cock along her tongue in a slow, wet slide. The sheriff groaned, his thighs flexing beneath her as she hollowed her cheeks instinctively, the salty-bitter taste of precum blooming across her palate. Collins� rhythm stuttered when Dawson�s fingers tightened in her hair forcing her down until her nose pressed into coarse pubic hair and she swallowed convulsively around the thick intrusion.
The slap came without warning Collins� palm cracking against her ass cheek hard enough to leave a stinging imprint, the sound sharp against the wet squelch of flesh. She jerked forward with a muffled cry, her teeth grazing Dawson�s shaft before Collins yanked her back by the ponytail, his cock twitching inside her at the sudden clench of her cunt. "Time�s up, sweetheart, " Collins murmured, breath ragged against her shoulder as he pulled out with a slick pop leaving her empty, dripping, thighs trembling. The sudden loss of him made her whimper, her hips instinctively canting backward in search of friction.
Dawson chuckled low and rough as he dragged her mouth off his cock with a wet scrape of teeth. His grip tightened in her hair, tilting her head back until their eyes met, her lips swollen and shiny with spit. "Crawl up here, " he ordered, voice like gravel, jerking his chin toward the meat of his thighs. His free hand tapped his erection thick and flushed against her cheekbone in a slow, taunting rhythm. "Get that pussy on it before I change my damn mind."
Behind her, Collins exhaled sharply she glanced back expecting frustration, but his smirk sent ice trickling down her spine. then scrambled up Dawson�s lap on shaky knees. The sheriff�s palm slid up her inner thigh, callouses catching on sweat-slick skin, before guiding her hips forward. His cockhead nudged against her folds already wet and swollen and she gasped as he pressed in without preamble, the stretch burning sweetly. Dawson groaned through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into her hips as she sank down inch by inch, her cunt fluttering around the thick intrusion.
"Now, " Dawson growled against her neck, lips brushing the pounding pulse beneath her skin, "fuck me nice and hard." His hands left her hips to grip her tits, as she rolled forward experimentally the angle shifting just enough to make her gasp. She gripped his shoulders for leverage, nails digging into taut muscle as she lifted herself almost completely off him before slamming back down, the impact jolting through both of them. Dawson�s hips jerked upward to meet her, his cock dragging against that spot inside her that made her vision flicker.
His fingers worked her tits mercilessly one moment kneading the soft flesh with rough palms, the next pinching her nipples between calloused fingers until she arched into the pain-pleasure with a ragged moan. He alternated between squeezing them together, watching the cleavage swell, then twisting each peak just shy of too hard her gasps swallowed by the wet slap of skin against skin.
Dawson growled low in his throat and yanked her down by the hair, her bare chest flush against his chest as he latched onto her left nipple with teeth and tongue. The sudden heat made her jerk, but his grip tightened fingers tangled in her ponytail forcing her to stay arched while he sucked hard enough to bruise. Just as the sting crested into pleasure, he released with a slick pop and switched to the right, his teeth grazing the stiff peak before sealing his lips around it in a slow, filthy drag that pulled another gasp from her throat.
She was seconds from unraveling toes curling, thighs trembling when Dawson suddenly wrapped both arms around her waist and crushed her flat against him, locking her hips still mid-bounce. His thick cock pulsed deep inside her, throbbing in time with her clenching cunt, but he didn�t move just held her there, shuddering, while the pent-up pleasure coiled tighter and tighter like a spring.
"Tell me, " he growled against her shoulder, his hot breath raising gooseflesh on her damp skin, "you ever took two cocks at the same time?" His fingers dug into her ribs as he ground upward in one slow, torturous circle just enough to make her gasp before stilling again. She wriggled, desperate for friction, but his grip was iron. "Yes, " she hissed, biting her lip hard enough to taste copper.
Dawson chuckled dark, disbelieving and jerked his chin toward Collins, who was already palming himself back to full hardness near the foot of the bed. "Bet it's never been both in the same hole, " he murmured, thumb tracing the slick seam where they were joined. Her breath hitched, muscles clenching involuntarily around him. "No " she choked out, hips jerking backward instinctively, "please don't "
"Oh, we can stop, " Dawson purred, grip tightening on her waist as he rolled his hips up in one slow, deliberate grind that made her vision blur. "But remember " His free hand slid down to squeeze her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh just shy of painful, "you don't do as I say?" He exhaled sharply through his nose when her cunt fluttered around him. "You're looking at ten years jail time."
Collins chuckled darkly from the foot of the bed, his cock twitching against his thigh as he watched Dawson play her like a fiddle. "So what's it gonna be?" he murmured, thumbing his shaft lazily, the swollen head glistening with precum. "You gonna take both of us?" His grin widened when her breath hitched chest rising and falling too fast her pupils blown wide despite the panic tightening her shoulders.
She twisted in Dawson's grip, fingers scrabbling against his sweat-slick forearms. "Please " The word cracked, raw and desperate, as she arched against him. "Both of you fuck my pussy at the same time " The plea tumbled out before she could swallow it back, her hips jerking involuntarily at the thought. Behind her, Collins barked a laugh sharp and knowing as he dragged his palm up her inner thigh, fingertips pressing bruises into her skin.
Dawson's grip tightened, his thumb stroking the frantic pulse in her wrist. "Smart choice, " he murmured, lips grazing the shell of her ear. His free hand slid down her spine, pressing her forward until her cheek hit the mattress, her ass lifted and trembling. Collins' breath hitched behind her, his cockhead nudging wet against her folds alongside Dawson's both flushed and slick with her arousal.
She screamed when Collins pushed in, joining the sheriff already buried inside her her cunt stretched impossibly wide around their combined girth. The burn was exquisite, white-hot and searing, her body trembling as it adjusted inch by excruciating inch. Collins groaned through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as he bottomed out against Dawson's shaft, the pressure forcing her open in ways that made her vision flicker.
Her brother Ethan lay frozen on the bed, his breath ragged as he watched his fist clenched around his own cock, stroking in rough, uneven jerks. His eyes locked onto her with something between horror and hunger, his lips parted around silent curses. She reached blindly to her left, her fingers wrapping around Ethan's wrist, tugging him closer her grip tightening as Dawson and Collins began to move in tandem, their thrusts alternating in a brutal rhythm that left her gasping.
The stretch was unbearable blinding, exquisite her cunt fluttering around the dual intrusion with every shallow withdrawal. Collins groaned, his hips snapping forward just as Dawson pulled back, the alternating drag sending sparks up her spine. She whimpered, her nails digging into Ethan's wrist, her other hand tangled in the sheets the fabric tearing under her grip as pleasure and pain blurred into one searing sensation.
Ethan resisted at first his wrist tensing under her fingers before shuddering and letting her guide him forward. His cockhead nudged against her parted lips his breath ragged through. She flicked her tongue out instinctively saliva-warm and tasting of salt just as Collins slammed forward, forcing her mouth wider around Ethan while Dawson's cock dragged against her inner walls in brutal counterpoint.
Her throat convulsed around Ethan's shaft as Collins angled her hips higher, each thrust jamming her face deeper onto her brother's cock. Dawson's fingers twisted in her hair, forcing her eye contact with Ethan his pupils wide with conflicted hunger as spit dribbled down her chin. The stretch burned deliciously her cunt stuffed full while her throat worked around Ethan every involuntary swallow making him groan.
Collins' rhythm stuttered his hips jerking erratically before he buried himself to the hilt with a choked curse, his cock pulsing thick ropes inside her. The sudden wet heat made her clench around Dawson who growled and pistoned upward once, twice before spilling with a ragged groan that vibrated through her entire body. Ethan gasped her name sharp and broken as her tongue swirled under his head then he was coming too, bitter bursts flooding her tongue while her cunt milked Dawson's last tremors.
She slumped forward dazed her brother's softening cock slipping from her lips just as Dawson's fingers stroked her cheek too gentle wiping away a tear track. The contrast his calloused thumb brushing tenderly while Collins still rutted shallowly inside her made her shudder violently. Behind her, Collins chuckled darkly, his palm sliding up her sweat-slick spine in a mockery of comfort as Dawson murmured, "Good girl, " against her shoulder blade.
Sheriff Dawson pulled out with a slick pop, his cock glistening white-streaked in the fluorescent light. Collins followed suit both men get off the bed to retrieve their uniforms from the floor where they'd been kicked aside. The rustle of fabric filled the quiet room belts jingling, zippers rasping while she remained sprawled across the bed, thighs trembling, her brother's come drying tacky on her chin.
Dawson paused at the doorframe, fingers drumming the wood. His gaze flicked to Ethan sat on the bed holding her, before settling back on her eyes glued to her pussy leaking cum. "Rookie, " he drawled, adjusting his belt with deliberate slowness, "you're on the night shift now." "And sweetheart?" His lips curled. "when you collect you clothes that are left in the interrogation room can have your bag of sugar back."
Ethan's fingers trembled against April's ribs as he helped her into her red bra the clasp clicked shut beneath her ponytail, the sound too loud in the charged silence. She reached for her green shirt where it lay crumpled near the bedpost, fabric sliding over her shoulders despite.She hesitated before stepping into her panties the cotton still damp where Dawson's cock had rutted against her through the thin fabric earlier that morning. The cool moisture made her thighs twitch as she pulled them up, the elastic snapping against her hips with a wet whisper.
Downstairs, the station hummed with the graveyard shift's lethargic energy the fluorescent tubes above the booking desk flickered like dying fireflies, casting elongated shadows across the linoleum. Dawson's boots echoed against concrete as he descended the stairs two at a time, Collins flanking him close enough for their elbows to brush a silent exchange passing between them when April's bare feet hit the bottom step.
She swayed slightly thighs still trembling before catching herself on the railing, the metal cool against her palm. The interrogation room door stood ajar, its hinges creaking in the draft from the AC vent overhead. Inside, her bag slumped against the table leg, the zipper still gaping where Dawson had rifled through it earlier. The plastic baggie grinned up at her from the tabletop, its powdery contents catching the light like ground glass.
Her grey track pants hung askew over the chairback one leg inside out where Collins had wrenched them off her. She snatched them up, the cotton clinging damply to her fingertips as she stepped into them. The socks came next, balled up in the corner where Collins had tossed them earlier still faintly warm from her skin and she yanked them on without sitting, her balance wobbling as she jammed her feet back into her shoes.
Ethan lingered by the doorframe, his knuckles white around his duty belt. His gaze darted between her and the baggie on the table the plastic catching the fluorescents like cheap jewelry. April reached for it, her fingers brushing the crinkled surface before flipping it toward him with a flick of her wrist. "Here, " she rasped, voice raw from Dawson's cock. "Your sugar."
The plastic whispered across the tabletop, stopping just short of Ethan's belt buckle. His throat worked Adam's apple bobbing but he didn't move to take it. The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sweat the musk of what they'd done upstairs.
April turned toward the door, her ponytail swinging heavy with sweat against her nape. Three steps linoleum cold under her bare soles then she paused, fingers curling around the doorframe. Behind her, Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose, the sound wetter than it should have been. When she turned back around, he was still planted by the table, shoulders hunched, staring at the baggie like it might detonate.
"Brother?" she said, softer this time the word catching on the rasp Dawson had left in her throat. He turned toward her slowly, shoulders stiff. She dipped a hand into her red panties and hooked two fingers inside herself with a wet sound. When she withdrew them, they glistened, slick strands bridging between her fingertips. Ethan's breath hitched audibly. "If you wanted to fuck me, "you could've just asked." "No need to plant fake drugs on me."
The fluorescent hum of the station flickered overhead casting shadows that wavered between them like cobwebs as Ethan swallowed hard. He looked at the clock above the booking desk 11:50 AM before dragging a palm down his face. "April " His voice cracked. "I'll I'll drop you home." He swallowed again, Adam's apple bobbing. "And then " His gaze darted toward the stairwell where Dawson had disappeared. "Maybe you could join me for the night shift sometime."
She arched an eyebrow slow, "Just you here?" she murmured, twisting her wrist so the light caught the slick strands between her fingers. Ethan exhaled sharply through his nose a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper and nodded. Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over the starched fabric of his uniform shirt before hooking into his belt loops. She tugged him forward until his thighs bumped against hers. "Sure then, " she breathed against his collarbone.