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Lucy is horny.
Usually, after a long day, she would retreat to her room, letting her hands roam her body before disappearing between her legs, giving her the much-needed release and relaxation to slip into a blissful sleep. She hadn't masturbated much after taking the last step with Tim, having him there almost every night to take care of her. If she pleasured herself, it was usually under his watch, being instructed by him and using it as some form of erotic foreplay.
Ever since the breakup, she hasn't really tried to take the edge off, her mind too occupied with the feelings swarming her. She tried a few times, but every time she was left hanging, not being able to finish. Thoughts of Tim always invaded her, and she lost her focus, her anger still too present to let her finish. She absolutely hated it. Her body was buzzing, tense, and her hormones raging. Yet she couldn't find the release she yearned for.
She grinds her teeth as she walks into her apartment, throwing her bag on the couch and toeing off her shoes. Today has been a particularly stressful day that left her full of energy and simultaneously exhausted. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Lucy makes her way into her bedroom to strip off her clothes. Maybe a hot shower would ease her aching muscles and racing brain. Testing the water, she quickly steps under the warm spray of the shower, her thoughts wandering back to Tim.
She is still angry with him, but after finding out he had witnessed Maddog's unaliving, she has been worried about him. She knows that he would never hurt anyone like that. Ever. Not given his history in the army and everything that has happened with Ray. She also needed to make sure he was okay. Hearing the words from his mouth warmed her heart, and she wanted to desperately stay in his hug for longer, but she knew they didn't have that much time. Technically, she was not allowed to even be so close to him while he was being investigated, but she needed him to know someone cared.
A warm feeling overcomes Lucy, and she sighs as she runs her washcloth over her body, lost in thoughts about Tim. His arms wrapped around her, his face nuzzled into her shoulder while her arms held him for a moment. Lucy bites her lip and lets her hand glide down between her thighs, feeling herself wet with more than just water. She sighs and lets her finger brush over her engorged clit, rubbing it gently as memories of Tim keep flashing in her mind.
One flick. Another flick.
A moan escapes her.
She lets her fingers caress her, her mind wandering back to her ex. It stung, but he had fueled many long nights of her getting off repeatedly even before they dated. Tim was a gorgeous man, his dirty blonde hair always neatly styled, a light scruff on his face that always deliciously scraped her inner thighs in the best way. His chest was always smooth, the pecs that rippled whenever she ran her fingers down to the trail of hair that disappeared underneath the waistband of his pants.
You deserve better, Lucy.
"Fuck," she groans as the anger bubbles up, feeling like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her. Biting her cheek, she finishes up her shower and steps in front of her mirror, wiping at the steam to get a look at herself. She was so keyed up, but this was not going to work. She needed release badly. Something other than him on her mind. She makes her way into her bedroom and grabs her phone from the nightstand, pulling up a random porn site while reaching into her bedside drawer, pulling out a purple rabbit.
She lets herself fall on the bed while browsing for a moment, clicking a random video of a guy and girl going at it in a car. She couldn't see much, but enough to feel that familiar tingle between her legs. Turning the volume on low, she holds her phone in her hand, her other roaming her body and finding its way between her thighs. This time she takes her time, letting her fingers roam her throbbing pussy, gathering the wetness that had pooled at her entrance, using a finger to spread it over her clit.
The guy in the video is behind the girl, his lips traveling over her back and down to her ass. Lucy mewls a little and lets her middle finger glide into her body, pausing for a moment before moving. She was so incredibly wet, a second finger easily following. She moves her hand in the same rhythm as the guy on screen, the woman bent over the back seat as she takes his finger, his tongue giving her a proper rim job. Lucy grunts at the image, her thoughts wandering back to when Tim had done the same to prep her, claiming her ass as his.
She growls at that and closes her eyes for a moment, trying to rid herself of the image. Opening them again, she sees the guy moving from between the woman’s cheeks, grabbing his cock to tease. Lucy reaches for her rabbit and does the same, placing the tip at her entrance to tease herself, getting the toy coated in her essence. The guy snaps his hips and immediately starts fucking the girl, who screams and moans. Lucy bites her tongue and follows suit, the toy sliding effortlessly into her body. Her thumb glides over the buttons turning it on. A long moan escapes Lucy, and she closes her eyes to listen to the frantic coupling on screen, her own hand moving the toy in and out of her body.
"Fuck, babe... Tim." Lucy freezes and stops her movement.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
She closes her phone and throws it on her bed, the toy buzzing inside her actually starting to bother her. She growls and pulls it out, turning it off and throwing it on the ground. Leave it up to her to find the only video on the fucking internet where the woman actually calls out the one name she didn't want to hear. Frustrated, Lucy got out of her bed and looked at the clock. It was still early, so she made her way back into the bathroom.
She needed to fuck.
Desperately.
In record time, she blow-dries her hair and puts on a little makeup, getting dressed in skinny jeans and a black V-neck top. Taking another glance at herself, she grabbed her phone and money, making her way to a bar not far from her place. She walked inside and looked around. There were a few people, but before settling on someone, she took a seat at the bar and ordered herself a wine. Downing her drink in record time, she ordered another and let her eyes roam, seeing a guy across the bar who seemed to be alone. She bit her lip and smiled at him, the guy nodding back at her and making his way over to her.
"Put that on my tab and get me another one of those," the stranger hands the bartender his empty bottle, turning to Lucy. "What brings you here alone on a Wednesday night?"
"Blowing off some steam. How about you?" She answers and takes another sip of her wine. The guy looked to be her age, had dark hair and was built well. He didn't need to know she was just looking for a hookup. He had to work for it at least a little.
"Same here. Sometimes you just need a change of scenery, you know? So what got you so worked up?" His voice was smooth, and Lucy bit her lip.
This could work.
"Work just being stressful... you know how it is..." She is purposefully being cryptic, knowing how guys usually react when she told them she was a cop.
"That doesn't sound like much fun. How come a gorgeous woman like you hasn't been snatched off the market?" Lucy choked on a sip of wine, coughing a few times while lowering her glass. She looked up at the handsome stranger, thoughts of Tim flooding her mind almost immediately. She feels a knot in her gut and a pain shoot up into her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"You okay?" The guy asks, and Lucy shakes her head, grabbing some money on the bar.
"I... I gotta go, sorry..." She mutters as her eyes fill with tears. As quickly as she could, she left the bar and made her way back to the apartment, tears rolling down her cheeks as she ran.
How could she be so stupid?
This isn't her, no matter how badly she wants it to be. She wants to forget Tim, she wants to let go, but she can't. Her heart still belongs to him, both broken pieces are still his and have always been his. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dials his number, pressing the phone to her ear as she unlocks her apartment
"Lucy?" His voice is full of concern, and Lucy wanted to crawl through the phone and strangle him.
"I fucking hate you," she nearly yells into the phone, "I fucking hate you for asking me out, for making me fall in love with you only to break my heart."
"Lucy.... I...," he stutters, but she doesn't let him finish.
She was angry.
So fucking angry.
"It is not fair you get to walk away and leave me hanging with no say in this. I am so fucking angry, but not at you. No, not only you. I am angry for not being able to let go," she is panting as she walks into her bedroom and slams the door shut, throwing her keys on the dresser, "it is ridiculous that I cannot even fuck myself without thinking of you, the anger literally preventing me from coming."
Fuck.
That was totally not what she wanted to say, but she did. She yelps as she lets herself fall on her bed, her eyes closing as tears well up in her eyes once more.
"You broke me," she whispers and hiccups. She hears some rustling in his background and heavy breathing.
"You are not broken," he replies, and Lucy lets out a loud huff.
"Yes, I am. I tried to touch myself, I watched porn and whipped out my rabbit. I even tried to fuck some random dude, but every goddamn time something reminds me of you and I can't." She hears him take in a sharp breath.
"You did what?" he grits out, and Lucy chuckles.
"I just came home from the bar, and there was this very nice guy, and I thought he could fuck the living shit out of me, but he reminded me that I was single not by choice, but because you fucking broke up with me, and I got so worked up I ran home."
Why the fuck was she telling him all this? He had no right to know. He lost that right when he broke up with her.
"That's because your heart and your pussy still belong to me," the jealousy is evident in his voice, and Lucy feels her pussy tingle.
"Fuck you," she spits back, but Tim wasn't having it.
"I am the only one who can make you come because I still have the power. Always have, always will," he breathes into the phone, and Lucy closes her eyes.
This was fucked up.
"I know I screwed up, I know I have a lot to make up for, but I know you will forgive me. You still love me. I know you do, that is why you stopped the elevator, that is why you hugged me. And Lucy, I still love you as well... and... I wish I wasn't so fucked up. You deserve everything, and I cannot give you that right now. What I can give you right now is a little push to take the edge off." His breath hitches as Lucy lets out a slight moan.
"How?" she whispers.
"Slide your hand into your pants, caress your clit for me, and tell me how wet you are." His voice is firm, laced with a strictness she hasn't heard since his TO days. Lucy bites her lip at that and contemplates for a moment, caving as soon as her pussy flutters and a gush of wetness pools at her entrance.
"Do it," he commands, and Lucy whines, her hand popping the button of her jeans and sliding down the zipper. Her hand immediately slides into her panties, and she moans as she touches herself.
"Such a good girl," he husks into the phone, and Lucy hears him move around.
"Are you touching yourself?" Her voice is low and small, her fingers brushing over her clit in the rhythm of his breathing.
"None of your concern," he rasps, "take off your pants and panties, I want you to spread your legs. Put the phone on speaker as well."
Lucy does as she is told, hitting speakerphone as she frantically pushes at her jeans and underwear, kicking them off along with her shoes. She takes the phone once more and slides up the bed, planting her feet on the bed, her thighs falling open to expose her glistening core to the cold air.
"Now use your index finger and middle finger to spread your juices all over your cunt. Move the phone close so I can hear," his voice is so firm, and Lucy bites her cheek to stop from moaning loudly. She does as she is told, spreading the moisture all over her lips and clit, the obscene sound echoing in the room. She hears a low grunt from the other side, and she knows his hand is in his boxers, palming his glorious dick.
"You are so fucking wet, like the good girl you are... thrust your fingers into your body, babe, and curl them against your g-spot. Milk that pussy for me, get yourself even wetter." Lucy whimpers as she follows his instruction, her hips bucking against her hand as she presses against the rough patch of skin. She grows instantly wetter, her juices dripping down her ass and onto the bed.
Fuck, she was close already.
"Such a fucking good girl. Now move quickly and use your free hand to flick your clit." He is licking his lips as his hand fists his cock, the sound she is making bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He knows this is about her, but he couldn't help himself.
"Tim," she moans, fingering her pussy even faster, the squelching sound of her soaked pussy drowning out everything else.
"You are doing so well... so good... now press down on your clit. Rub it hard and fast just the way you like it." Lucy gasps as she presses on her bundle of nerves, her walls clenching hard around her fingers. She can hear the smacking of his hand against his cock, and Lucy feels her orgasm build.
"Let go... be a good girl and come..." he husks, and Lucy whimpers as her entire body goes rigid, fluids releasing as her orgasm washes over her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she chants as she hears Tim grunt, the sound of movement stopping. Her thighs are shaking as she slows her hands, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
"Go clean up and go to bed. I will see you at work tomorrow." He disconnects the call, and Lucy grunts as she sits up, staring at the mess she made.
Fuck him.
xxxx
It is a week later, and Lucy is lying on her bed again, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her body tense and buzzing. Work had been jam-packed with a lot of heavy stuff, physical even, and Lucy was thrumming with adrenaline and had no place to put it. She had tried the boxing bag at work, working out, but it left her still high on hormones. It also didn’t help that she had to work with Tim and pretend nothing had happened the week prior. He treated her the same as before, mostly terse nods and very little to non small talk. She hated that she had let herself go and given in to him, but on the other hand, she had enjoyed herself. It did take off the edge, and she had quickly fallen asleep that night, sated and relaxed.
This is why she had been fiddling with her phone for the past fifteen minutes, wondering if she should call him again. Hearing his voice alone would help her achieve her goal. Biting her lip, she lets her hand wander into her yoga pants, pressing her fingers to her clit over her panties. A low moan escapes her, and a gush of wetness pools at her entrance. Before she knows it, her other hand hovers over her phone to hit the call button.
“Hi,” he greets her this time, and Lucy presses her fingers harder against herself.
“You busy?” she asks and runs her finger along her panty line, pushing it out of the way to touch her wet lips.
“Depends… anything I can do for you?” He sounds smug, and she hates it a little, yet she feels another ripple in her core, causing her to grow even wetter.
“Just been a long week,” she murmurs and spreads her thighs to give her better access, her finger gliding down to her folds to gather some of the slickness.
“Are you wet yet?” He is blunt, and it takes her a little by surprise, but she moans a little and nods her head to herself.
“Yeah,” she sighs and swirls her finger around her sweet spot, the bundle of nerves hardening under her touch.
“Tell me what you are doing,” he husks, and Lucy moans a little.
“Just running my finger along my clit, teasing myself.” She licks her lips and adds another finger, drawing lazy circles.
“Gather some of the wetness on your fingers and taste yourself,” he grunts into the phone, and Lucy dips her fingers into her aching cunt, getting her fingers slick and pulling them up to stick them in her mouth. She makes a little sucking noise as her tongue runs over her fingers, and she can hear his breath quickening.
“You taste delicious… hmm… now tell me: what do you need?” he asks, and she hears him shuffle in his bed, wondering if he was hard already.
“Are you touching yourself? Are you hard for me? Knowing I am playing with my pussy?” Her voice is deep and laced with want, and Tim blows out a breath, pausing before he answers.
“Of course I am, but this is about you, not me.” He answers, and Lucy rolls her eyes.
“What if I tell you, it turns me on when I think about your hard cock straining against your boxers, knowing I am fucking myself and you cannot do the same?” She wanted some of the power he always had over her, but he wasn’t having it.
“I am perfectly content jacking off myself, so how about you put your mouth to better use and suck your fingers some more, getting them wet to fuck your needy little cunt with three of your fingers?” His voice is rough, and Lucy actually moans, doing as he commands her. She almost obscenely sucks her fingers, brushing them along her tongue to coat them in her saliva, hitting the speaker button on her phone to free her other hand. Wiggling around, she pushes her yoga pants and panties down her legs, spreading her knees to make room for her hand. Releasing her fingers with a loud pop, she lowers them and immediately thrusts her fingers into her body, letting out a needy yelp.
“Such a good girl,” he praises her and licks his lips, his eyes closed to picture Lucy lying on her bed while fucking her pussy.
“It’s not enough,” she keens and lets her fingers glide as deep as they could.
“Grab that rabbit… use it to make yourself cum,” he groans, and Lucy’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her arm extending to pull the drawer open and rummage for the desired item.
“Suck the vibrator, get it nice and wet,” he instructs her, and Lucy mewls, raising the toy to wrap her lips around it. She was aching in the most delicious way, her pussy contracting around her fingers.
“Now fuck yourself, make yourself cum,” he rasps, and Lucy pulls out her fingers, pushing the toy into her body, turning it on.
“Fuck, Tim,” she moans and thrusts her hips upwards, angling the buzzing toy against her front wall, a shock rippling through her as the toy touches her clit. She was so close it was almost ridiculous.
“Be a good girl, fuck yourself hard, I can hear your wet pussy smacking every time you thrust into your body.” Lucy screams and gives herself a particularly hard thrust, grinding the toy into her body as she comes hard. Her entire body bows off the bed, and she trembles as her pussy sucks in the silicone of the toy, trying to hold it inside as her clit twitches.
“Fuuuuuuck,” she yelps and sighs as she slowly calms down, her thumb fumbling with the controls to shut the toy off, leaving it still in her body.
“So good,” he grunts, and Lucy tries to listen, hearing the wet smack of Tim fucking his fist. She has half a mind and pulls out the toy to raise it to her lips, humming as she sucks it into her mouth.
“Tasting yourself?” he groans, and Lucy hums yes, licking the silicone as she hears a final jerk and Tim grunting. His breathing is heavy as she hears him fall on his back.
“Feeling better?” His voice sounds tired, and Lucy releases the toy from her mouth with a loud pop, humming still.
“Yeah… much better…” She replies and closes her eyes, trying to regulate her own breathing.
“You can always call me, you know…” His voice is soft, and Lucy bites her lower lip, the previous anger bubbling up, yet a lot less than before.
“I know,” she whispers and clears her throat, “I need to clean up.”
Before he can answer, she hangs up the call and lets her body relax completely. Her heart is hammering against her rib cage, and her pussy is still buzzing with aftershocks. She groans a little as she feels her muscles twitch, the delicious burn of being thoroughly fucked a reminder of what just happened. She slowly sits up and scrambles to her feet, carrying the toy into the bathroom to clean it and herself.
Looking into the mirror, she pauses for a moment and wonders where everything went wrong between her and Tim. They had risked it all, and now all that was left were two broken hearts and the need for release. She would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him, miss having him around, miss having him in her arms, but she was angry still. Angry that he ran when he easily could have leaned on her. She was ready to fight his fights, back him up when he needed her the most, but he pushed her away and didn’t even give her a chance to voice her needs and wants. Frustrated, she walks back into her room and changes into a clean pair of panties and a sleeping shirt, rolling herself into a blanket burrito.
Eventually, we will need to talk.
She types into her phone and stares at it. She erases it.
We need to talk.
She pauses. She erases it.
Good night.
She hits send. It takes a second for his reply.
Night.
xxxx
“You have no idea how much I appreciate the kindness you've shown me, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to pay it back in whatever small doses you allow.”
The words echo in her mind as Lucy gets into her car, watching Tim get into Aaron’s car, who had offered to drive him home after being injured earlier during the car chase. She furrows her eyebrows and swallows hard. It has been three weeks since they had started this weird thing they had going on, her calling him at random times and having him help her masturbate. He never asked for anything in return, never even acknowledged his own needs. It was all about her, and it slowly started to make sense.
Earlier in the day, he had opened up to her a little, telling her about going to see Blair in therapy. It had warmed her heart that he tried to better himself, that he listened to her and considered getting help from a neutral third party. It just sucked big time that it had been the one woman recording and leaking everything to the worst criminals in town. It made her proud of him, and for the first time, she didn’t feel like her heart was hurting; the broken pieces seemed to mend themselves slowly with every step he took toward getting his life in order and his emotions figured out.
As Lucy drove home, she kept thinking about what the day had brought them: chasing after a car and jumping it, risking her own life to save his. It felt good to prove herself to him, the look of recognition and pride evident in his eyes, and it made her happy. For the first time, she didn’t want to yell at him, didn’t want to slap him or scream at him. She smiled to herself and pulled up into her usual parking spot, making her way up into the apartment where Celina was already standing in the kitchen cooking.
“Hey there,” she greets her roommate. “I am making quesadillas. Want some?”
“That would be great, I am starving,” Lucy grins and toes off her shoes at the door. Celina nods her head and grabs some lactose-free cheese from the fridge, prepping a tortilla for her.
“I heard you were a real badass today, saving Tim’s life. Really cool,” she smiles, and Lucy sits down at the kitchen island, pouring herself a glass of wine.
“It was scary but thrilling at the same time.” She takes a sip and smiles.
“You really care about him still, don’t you?” Celina asks as she puts together the food and heats up a pan. Lucy raises an eyebrow and pauses for a moment. Not one to argue, she nods her head.
“Yeah.” There weren’t any more words needed, and Celina nods her head.
“He’s lucky to have you,” she replies, and suddenly there is a buzzing noise. Lucy grabs her phone from her pocket and sees Tim’s name flash on her screen.
“I gotta take this,” she says and swipes her finger over the screen to accept the call, making her way into her room.
“Hi,” Tim whispers almost shyly.
“Hi,” she answers and sits down on her bed, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“I…I’m sorry…I don’t know why I called…I…,” he rambles, and Lucy chuckles.
“It’s okay, it was a very long day. I just have very limited time. Celina is cooking dinner for us,” Lucy says and hears Tim blow out a breath.
“That’s not why I called…okay…I…just wanted to say thank you again and… I really meant what I said today.” He sounds nervous, and Lucy feels her heart jump against her ribcage.
“That I am a freak in the sheets?” She teases, and Tim lets out a laugh.
“No…I mean yes, but no… I meant what I said in the elevator. I will do anything to make things right with you, with us, and it is going to be on your terms.” Lucy nods her head and bites her lip, getting up from the bed.
“I appreciate that, Tim. I gotta go now, but maybe call me tomorrow? Same time?” It is an opening, and he jumps at it.
“Tomorrow. Good night, Lucy.”
“Good night.” She hangs up and stuffs her phone into her pocket, making her way back into the kitchen where Celina had plated their food. Things seemed to look up finally, and Lucy was happy about it for once.
After dinner was finished, Lucy and Celina retreated to their respective rooms. She took a glance at the clock and noticed it was almost midnight. Thankfully, they didn’t have to be at work until noon the next day, so Lucy planned to sleep in and relax a little, trying to rid herself of the tension from the day. For a short moment, she contemplated calling Tim but opted out. He was pretty banged up, and she knew he must be tired. So, she got ready for bed, sinking under the covers and falling asleep rather quickly. It was a couple of hours later when she was stirred from her slumber by her buzzing phone. She groaned as she reached for it, accepting the call without checking who was calling.
“Lucy,” she hears a breathy voice on the other end, and Lucy immediately wakes up, rolling on her back to sit up.
“Tim, are you okay?” Worry creeps up on her.
“I’m sorry, but…I…” His breathing is ragged, and it took her a moment to figure out what was going on.
“Did you have a nightmare?” She remembers the nights she woke up to Tim pacing in her room, being startled awake by a nightmare. Her heart aches a little, wishing she could wrap him in her arms.
“Yeah…,” he replies, and she sighs.
“Want to talk about it?” He pauses for a long moment before he gathers the courage to talk.
“I dreamed you didn’t make the jump, that the car swerved, and you were run over,” he starts to pant as his throat closes up.
“I am okay, Tim. I am right here, and I am fine. We both are.” She speaks soothingly, and Tim tries to regulate his breathing.
“You risked your life for me,” he croaks, and Lucy hears the wetness in his voice.
“I would do it every time… I always got your back, whether you want me to or not. I just need you to trust me to catch you.” She smiles a little as she notices him calming down.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
“Now try to get some sleep. I will call you tomorrow after work. Promise,” she says, and she hears him getting under the covers.
“Okay. Good night.”
“Good night.” She hangs up the phone and looks at the device for a moment longer before putting it away. Tim really was changing, and she loved it. She felt so much pride, and she made a mental note to tell him tomorrow.
xxxx
Six weeks had passed, and Lucy and Tim had made it a nightly routine to talk about their days, often falling asleep together on the phone. Despite working together, these conversations provided a deeper connection, some nights venturing into a more intimate and filthy direction. Tim helped Lucy unwind while getting himself off, creating a weird yet comforting dynamic that Lucy enjoyed as they moved forward.
Tim made it his mission to keep her in the loop with his new therapist, opening up about everything he had previously stored away. Some nights, after she laid in bed sated, he would tell her random stories from his childhood, both happy and sad, some that made her want to put a bullet in his father’s head. She gathered a whole new understanding of Tim and how he operated, repressing emotions and trauma to protect himself, feeling like damaged goods that weren’t worthy of love. It hurt her heart to hear him talk like that, but he assured her he was working on it, wanting to feel worthy of love. Tears often pricked at her eyes as she got to know a whole new side of him, one long buried to protect himself from his demons.
She felt herself drawn to him more and more, the anger she once felt long forgotten. She always made sure to remind him that he deserved as much as anyone else and that his father was wrong. He was an extraordinary man who carried a heavy burden, but once he was ready, he could share it with her. The more they talked, the more he seemed comfortable with her and himself, and Lucy felt her broken heart mend, actually longing for more. She just wasn’t sure if he was truly ready, so she was content with waiting. She caught herself falling in love with him all over again, and it excited her.
“So, what are you wearing?” Lucy hears Tim’s playful voice, pulling her out of her thoughts.
“Sweats and a sports bra, nothing fancy,” she retorts, and Tim laughs.
“So romantic,” he snorts, and Lucy rolls her eyes. Sometimes he was insufferable.
“Asking for any particular reason?” She teases, and Tim laughs.
“Always. I thought of a new way to make yourself cum for me,” he husks, and the mood shifts. Lucy feels the familiar warmth between her legs.
“Oh, you do? Here I thought we had explored everything there is to explore. I think my hamstrings are still sore from the last time you made me squat while fucking myself,” she groans as the memory floods her mind. Tim had bought her a dildo with a suction cup, and he made her ride it in the shower while using the detachable shower head to massage her clit. It was fucking hot.
“Well, I know how much you love showing off yourself. The number of times we almost got caught while we had sex was ridiculous,” he husks, and Lucy clenches her thighs. He wasn’t entirely wrong.
“So how about you get comfortable in bed, spread those legs, and we switch to a video call,” his throat is dry, and Lucy bites her lip. Actually, not the worst idea since she has been feeling extra frisky and wearing one of her butt plugs.
“Okay,” she says excitedly and shifts around in her bed, putting her phone behind her to prop it up. She quickly strips down to her underwear and gets comfortable against the pillows, spreading her legs to show off the wet spot on her red lacy panties. Moving her foot, she hits the video call button and giggles when she sees Tim’s face pop up. She can tell he is biting his cheeks to keep from groaning.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” he moans, and she notices he is shirtless, laying in his bed. Lucy licks her lips and lets her hands glide over her upper body, cupping her naked breasts in her hands.
“I wanna see more of you,” she pouts, and Tim shakes his head no.
“This is about you, not me,” he says, yet she still notices his shoulder flexing, knowing he was palming his dick.
“I have a little surprise for you,” she grins and glides one of her hands down to her panties, pressing against the dark spot to relieve some of the pressure.
“Show me,” he winks, and Lucy wiggles her hips, flipping herself so she is kneeling with her backside to him, wiggling her ass as she pushes down the lacy red panties. Tim grunts as he spots the black silicone wedged between her cheeks, and she knows now for sure he has his hand wrapped around his dick.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he moans, and she leans forward, her stretched cheeks and glistening pussy in full display for him.
“Touch yourself, babe, touch your clit. You must be throbbing,” he groans, and Lucy nods her head, sliding one hand between her thighs to play with her nub. Her pussy contracts wildly around nothing, juices gushing out of her and dripping down on the sheets beneath her.
“God, I want to run my tongue over your pussy so bad. You are so wet, babe.” Lucy bites her lip to prevent herself from moaning, her head looking over her shoulder to see Tim reach for the lotion she bought him. She hears him squirt a good amount into his palm, his hand disappearing from her view.
“I wish you would eat me out so bad. I am so wet just thinking about that,” she mewls and increases the pressure on her clit, letting her fingers glide down to capture some of her slickness, lifting her fingers to lick them clean. She hears three short smacks, knowing he was jerking his cock, pinching his tip not to come too soon.
“You are so fucking hot,” he moans and tries to regain control over his breathing, slowing down his hand and squeezing his dick. He wanted to last for her.
“Where’s your rabbit? I need you to fuck yourself for me, babe. Hard, fast, and dirty. I need to see you squirt around it. Can you do that for me?” His voice is low and sharp, and Lucy almost comes from just that, her lower body clenching hard in anticipation. She reaches out to grab the toy, turning it on and running the tip over her clit to ease some of the throbbing. Tim watches her intently and licks his dry lips, his slick hand cupping his balls to roll them between his fingers. Not being able to hold out longer, Lucy spreads her thighs and leans down a little, pressing the tip of the toy against her slick opening, sliding it in place with one long stroke. Twisting, she places the bullet in the front on her clit, crying out at the sensations of being so utterly full.
“Play with your plug,” he grunts and lets his hand glide over his aching cock, stroking himself from base to tip. Lucy obliges and reaches behind her to press the silicone further against her body, wiggling it around and moaning loudly.
“How does it feel?” he asks and runs his thumb over his tip, squeezing hard as he jerks himself a couple of times.
“Ah….mah….zinnnn,” she slurs and bucks her hips, mewling as the vibrator presses into her front wall. She feels so close to coming and she knows she cannot handle much more. Her orgasm is building quick, too quick for her liking.
“Tiiiiimmmm,” she grunts and thrusts her hips, nearly crying out as the vibration stop. Her pussy throbs and contracts around the toy and Lucy curses as her orgasm fades, never falling over the edge.
“Fuck,” Lucy groans and pulls the rabbit out, annoyed that the batteries had to die right before she was coming. Tim had to repress a chuckle and snort.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” she hisses and turns her body, staring at the camera, causing Tim to moan.
Fuck, she was hot what she was annoyed.
“Grab that glass dildo and finish the job babe…..don’t let it derail you…..I know you are a good girl craving to be rewarded,” he husks and Lucy nods her head as her eyes glaze over. She leans over and hears Tim moan as he gets a full view of her soaked pussy, red and swollen with want. She giggles and grabs the desired item, settling back against the pillows.
“Now, don’t drag this out. Bottom out and truly fuck yourself, I know you can take it.” He uses his TO voice and Lucy whimpers as her thighs shake, her hand pushing the toy into her body and pulling back out only to repeat the action. The Plug in her ass pressing the dildo up against her front wall.
“Faster,” he grunts, and Lucy does as she is told, pulling, and pushing as hard as she could, her pussy squelching with every movement, juices leaking out and running down her thighs and ass. Her hips buck wildly against her hand, and she whimpers with every down stroke, her palm connecting with her aching clit.
“That’s a good girl, make yourself squirt,” She hears his ragged breath as she notices his arm moving roughly on his cock, her eyes focused on the screen as she clenches her muscles around the toy, pushing it in before releasing some of her creamy essence.
“Please show me how you come, please….” Lucy cries out and rubs the slick toy against her clit, sliding it into her body one last time as the camera flips, Tim jerking his cock and cumming on his stomach. Spurt after spurt lands on his skin and Lucy cries out as she comes as well, her body shaking with the force of it.
“Shit…fuck…” She yelps and twitches hard as her body slumps against the mattress, sweat dripping down her body as her chest heaves.
“You broke me,” she whines and tries to move to grab her phone, causing Tim to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“A couple of weeks ago you said that in a different context,” he snorts, and Lucy turns off the video call, causing Tim to pout.
“Shut up,” she chastised him and finally gets her muscles to work. “I need a shower.”
“So do I…you know iPhones are waterproofed.” He wiggles his eyes and Lucy laughs loudly.
“You are insatiable, but not I will go by myself, and I will talk to tomorrow at work.”
“Love you,” he quips and disconnects the call, causing Lucy to stare at her phone.
Huh?
xxxx
It is a few days later Lucy and Tim were on patrol together, sitting in their car talking about everything and nothing. Lucy still had their last conversation in the back of her mind, the added two word she was a little too scared to address. They had formed an unusual bond and Lucy didn’t really know where she stood with Tim. She enjoyed their talks, and she enjoyed their little dirty ventures, wondering deep down if they were ready to take the next step and put a label on it again.
She is pulled from the thoughts when they received the call: an armed robbery in progress at a nearby convenience store. With sirens wailing and lights flashing, they sped to the scene, adrenaline already surging through their veins. As they arrived, the tension was palpable. The robbers were still inside, and there was no telling how desperate they might be. Lucy's eyes met Tim's, and a silent agreement passed between them.
Suddenly, the door of the store burst open, and three masked men ran out, guns blazing. Lucy and Tim took cover behind their shop, returning fire with measured precision. The sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the streets, and for a moment, it felt like time had slowed down. One of the robbers broke away from the group, sprinting down an alleyway. Lucy knew she couldn't let him get away. She glanced at Tim, who nodded, understanding her unspoken plan.
"Go! I've got these two!" he shouted over the chaos. Without a second thought, Lucy was on her feet and running after the fleeing perp. Her heart pounded in her chest, every muscle in her body coiled with energy. The alley was narrow and cluttered with debris, but she navigated it with the agility of a trained athlete.
The robber glanced back; his eyes wide with fear. He fired a wild shot that rebounded off a dumpster, but Lucy didn't flinch. She was closing the distance, her focus razor-sharp. As she rounded a corner, he turned to face her, swinging a heavy fist in desperation. The blow caught her on the shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through her arm, but she didn't falter.
Using the momentum, Lucy swung back, her fist connecting with his jaw in a satisfying crunch. He stumbled but didn’t go down, retaliating with a wild punch that grazed her cheek. Ignoring the sting, she drove her knee into his gut, forcing the air out of his lungs. The robber doubled over, and she seized the opportunity, twisting his arm behind his back and forcing him to the ground.
Cuffing him swiftly, she stood, her breath coming in heavy gasps. She was buzzing with adrenaline, every sense heightened. She glanced back towards the convenience store, hoping Tim was handling the other two. As if on cue, she heard more gunshots, followed by silence. Her heart skipped a beat, but she couldn’t afford to think the worst.
Dragging the robber back to the scene, she saw Tim standing over the two remaining robbers, both on the ground and disarmed. His uniform was scuffed, a testament to the struggle, but he was unharmed. Relief washed over her. Tim grinned as she approached.
"Nice work, partner." Lucy nodded, feeling a surge of pride. They had done it. As they secured the robbers and read them their rights, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, making her feel invincible and alive.
They loaded the suspects into the back of their cruiser, the thrill of the chase still electrifying their senses. Lucy knew she’d feel the aches and bruises later, but for now, she was riding the high of a job well done. She and Tim exchanged a look, the kind that spoke volumes about trust, partnership, and the unspoken bond that had carried them through countless dangers. As they drove back to the precinct, the city lights blurring past, Lucy felt a deep sense of fulfillment. She knew tonight was going to be a long night shared with Tim on the phone.
The two processed the robbers and went on to debrief Grey, the two of the being relieved from their duties for the day. Lucy appreciated it as she slowly started to feel the punches from earlier, but her entire body was still buzzing.
“You were amazing today,” Tim compliments her and she blushes at his words, walking towards the lockers with him.
“You weren’t too bad yourself.” She winks and looks up at him. His features were warm and soft. Lucy felt the urge to lean in and kiss him, but she refrained.
“We should get going, before Grey changes his mind,” he laughs and reaches out to squeeze her arm. Lucy feels a rush of electricity rush through her body and she nods her head, parting from him and making her way to the women’s locker room to change.
A little while later, Lucy arrives at her apartment, immediately stripping herself of her clothes and making a beeline for the bathroom. She jumps in the shower and revels in the hot spray of the water soothing her aching muscles, her thoughts wandering back to Tim. She really needed to talk to him about where they stood.
Finishing up quickly, she wrapped her hair in a towel and her body in her favorite robe, grabbing her phone as she plopped down on the bed. She stares at the device and feels her body thrum with want, her fingers making quick work of swiping over Tim's name to call him.
“I thought you’d never call,” he chuckles, and Lucy smiles.
“I took a quick shower. I am a little achy from earlier, but my entire body is buzzing with excitement. It was such a thrill,” she grins, and Tim nods his head.
“I figured as much…. I know how worked up you get after situations like these…..” His voice is amused, and Lucy rolls onto her front, bending her knees to hook her ankles together.
“You do know me so well,” she smiles, “Too bad I forgot to pick up a new pack of batteries.”
“Shame really,” he laughs, and Lucy hears a knock on the door.
“Gimme a sec, there is someone at the door.” She hits the mute button on her phone and makes her way to the door, peeking through the peephole but not seeing anyone. Frowning, she tightens her robe and opens the door, gasping when she spots Tim, holding up a pack of batteries and his phone.
“Figured you might need this,” he winks, and Lucy feels her heart skip a beat. She opens the door further, and before either could say something, she leaps forward and presses her lips against his. He stumbles back a little and wraps his arms around her to catch himself, her tongue prying apart his lips to kiss him deeper.
“Wow,” he husks as she pulls away, her lips swollen and her eyes black with desire.
“It is time we put the rabbit to rest,” she whispers and grabs him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him into her apartment. Tim kicks the door closed behind him and wraps his arms around her waist to lift her up. Her legs wrap around his hips, and Lucy groans at the contact, staring into his eyes.
“You sure?” His voice is uncertain, but Lucy is nodding her head.
“I love you, and I think you have shown me that I can trust you. You have changed, Tim. For the better, and I love you so much and I want to be with you. All the way.” She bites her lip in that adorable way, and Tim grins, hugging her tightly as he carries her into her room.
“I love you too….so much….I would do anything for you…,” he breathes out and lowers her to her feet. Lucy immediately snakes a hand around his neck and pulls him down for another kiss.
“Thank fuck. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, and fuck me deep….and maybe after…..we will cuddle up and you will make love to me till we are both too tired to keep our eyes open,” her voice is low, and Tim growls as she frantically unbuttons his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders along with his jacket. He captures her mouth in another frantic kiss, his fingers undoing her robe and peeling it off her body.
“There is something else I need to do first,” he husks and lifts her a little, throwing her naked body on the bed. Lucy squeals and laughs, propping herself on her elbows to watch him take off his jeans and boxers, his half-hard dick bobbing in front of his body.
“And what is that?” she asks teasingly, and Tim kneels on the bed, grabbing her knees to pry them apart. Lucy lets her thighs fall open and mewls at the raw desire that contours his face, his tongue licking his lips as he leans down. He connects his teeth with her inner thighs, biting and licking the skin. How he has missed them wrapped around his head, rubbing his scruff against her to heighten her pleasure. Lucy moans as she watches him devour her thighs, teeth and lips leaving their marks.
“God, Tim, I missed this,” she breathes out, her hands tangling in his hair as his mouth gets closer to her center. His hot breath on her skin makes her shiver, her body aching for his touch.
“I missed you too, Lucy. I missed every part of you,” he murmurs against her skin before his tongue flicks out to taste her, making her moan loudly.
“I need to taste you, I need to fuck you with my tongue and fingers, fuck,” he grunts, licking his way up her leg to her crotch, nuzzling it with his nose. Lucy's body quivers, and Tim places butterfly kisses all over her lower body, dipping his tongue into her belly button. Lucy bucks against him, but he moves his arm across her hips to pin her down, his other hand reaching to spread her lips apart. He looks at her glistening pussy, already oozing, and he gives into his desire, darting out his tongue to swirl around her throbbing clit.
“Fuck, Tim,” she yelps, and he sucks her into his mouth, his tongue rubbing and licking frantically before swirling down and prodding her entrance. He slurps up her juices and nearly licks her dry, mewling at the taste of her on his tongue, taking over his senses. He pushes into her body, his nose bumping into her sensitive bundle of nerves. Lucy's thighs start to quiver, and Tim doesn't hold back, moving up to lap at her clit just the way she likes it.
“Shit, I am so close,” she groans, grabbing a fistful of his hair, holding him in place as he eats her out. Sensing how close she is, he blows against her sweet spot and nips at her lips, nibbling the sensitive flesh before wrapping his lips around her bundle of nerves, sucking hard and rubbing his flat tongue against the tip. Lucy's body bows as she comes hard on his tongue, riding out her orgasm as he keeps licking her.
“Fucking delicious,” he grunts, shifting a little to make room for his fingers to thrust into her body. Lucy screams at the sudden, but welcomed, intrusion, her muscles fluttering around his digits. He doesn’t give her time to rest and immediately starts to scissor his fingers, thrusting deep into her while his tongue runs along her lips and around her still twitching clit.
Tears fill her eyes at the overpowering sensation, and Lucy has to close her eyes as she slumps against the pillows, her fingers tugging hard at his hair, her nails scraping his scalp as he doubles his efforts, curling his fingers and sucking her lovebud. A rush of electricity shocks her, and Lucy yelps as another orgasm builds quickly, her thighs clenching when he pushes her over the edge, his fingers rubbing against her insides.
“Such a good girl,” he hums as he watches her come, slowing his fingers and withdrawing them slowly, sucking them into his mouth to lick them clean. His cheeks and chin are shining with her juices, so he wipes his face against her thighs, placing butterfly kisses all over her heaving and shaking body. Lucy whines as her pussy twitches, crying out when his erect cock makes contact with her sensitive core.
“Tim, please,” she whines, and he hovers over her, sliding his arms underneath hers to lean on them, his hands cupping her face to wipe away the new tears rolling down her cheeks.
“It’s okay, babe…I got you…you are my good little girl…and I know you can take it,” he murmurs and presses his lips to hers, kissing her gently. Lucy slowly feels her body calm down, but before she realizes it, he shifts his hips and places his tip at her entrance.
“Are you still on birth control?” he asks, and Lucy nods her head frantically. She is trembling from the closeness and whines when his lips claim hers in a bruising kiss, his hips shifting as he slides into her awaiting body. He bottoms out, and Lucy's eyes roll into the back of her head, her nails scratching along his back down to his ass to pull him as close as humanly possible. She claws at him and bucks her hips to urge him to move, but he keeps still and kisses her softly.
“I love you, babe...I will never ever let you go again….you are mine…forever…..” Her heart hammers against her ribcage, and Lucy finally opens her eyes to stare into his.
“…and always,” she whispers, and Tim growls as he snaps his hips back and forth, grinding down into her. Her legs come up against his body, and she hooks her ankles together on his back, his hips meeting his with every frantic thrust.
“You are mine….MINE,” he grunts, and Lucy cries out as her muscles flutter around his cock.
“Only yours,” she whispers, and Tim leans down to bite her lip, giving her a particularly hard thrust that makes her entire body hitch. She cries out as her entire body strains, her muscles desperately clutching at his dick pummeling into her.
“So close,” she rasps, and Tim uses all his strength to fuck against her hardening muscles, his hand slithering between them to flick against her clit.
“Be my good little girl and come for me, come on my cock, and I will fill you up…..” She screams as she reaches her peak, and Tim's pace falters, her muscles milking him dry as he comes deep into her body. She feels spurt after spurt against her aching walls, and Lucy sees literal stars in front of her eyes as he fucks her down from her high, his lips connecting with every inch of skin he could reach. Her breath is ragged, and she is heaving, trying to refill her lungs with oxygen.
“Fuck,” he grunts and slowly pulls out of her body, their mixed fluids immediately leaking out of her. Sweat drips down his back and face, but he couldn’t care less, holding Lucy in his arms as her trembling body clutches his.
“I…love you,” she croaks, and Tim presses his lips to hers in the softest kiss. He looks down at her as he pulls away, his thumb caressing her plump cheeks as she tries to calm.
“And I you,” he murmurs, basking in the afterglow. They stay like that for a while, exchanging small kisses and smoldering looks, happy to be in each other’s arms again.
“I might need another shower,” Lucy giggles as she feels the stickiness between their bodies, and Tim laughs, rolling off her and pulling her quilt with him to cover her body. She watches his half-hard cock bounce, still glistening with her juices, and despite feeling fully sated, she feels a ripple of want shock her core.
He walks into the bathroom for a moment and returns with a wet washcloth, joining her back on the bed to clean her up and himself, being careful not to overstimulate her. Her heart flutters at the care he takes, and she pushes his chest so he is lying on his back. She lays her head on his chest and places her ear over his heart, listening to the rapid beat while tangling their legs together. Tim smiles and presses a kiss to the crown of her head, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
“Give me a few minutes, and we can move on to the making love part,” he says, and Lucy gasps, a loud laugh escaping her. She actually giggle-snorts, and Tim starts to laugh as well, his dick stirring beneath the quilt.
“Down, boy,” she says, turning her head to bite his nipple playfully. “I need a moment longer.”
“That is a first,” he winks and runs his fingers through her damp hair, combing the knots out carefully.
“Yeah, well, it has been a while…plus we have all the time in the world.” She places her chin on his chest and looks up at him, Tim cupping her cheek to trace her freckles with his thumb.
“Forever.” He whispers and pulls her up to kiss her softly, hugging her tightly. “Forever sounds perfect.”
They lie there in a comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of their reunion. The warmth of their bodies, the gentle rhythm of their breaths, and the soft whispers of affection fill the room with an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. Lucy feels a deep sense of belonging as she nuzzles closer to Tim, their future together stretching out before them, full of promise and love.
“Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?” Lucy muses, her fingers tracing patterns on Tim’s chest.
“Never,” Tim replies without hesitation. “Every moment with you feels like the first time. And I want to keep making new memories with you, exploring every part of you and us.”
Lucy smiles, her heart swelling with happiness. “I love you, Tim. More than words can express.”
“I love you too, Lucy. And I’m never letting you go,” he says, tightening his hold on her. “We’ve been through so much, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
They share a long, tender kiss, sealing their promises and dreams with their love. As they drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they both know that they have found their forever in each other. And no matter what challenges come their way, they will face them together, stronger and more in love than ever before.