I'd never seen a gun, and the sight of it in his belt shocked me. I shivered, feeling goosebumps rising on my arms. When I looked up at him, I saw he was still panting, eyes half-closed, the red and blue of the flashers making alternating patterns across the hard line of his jaw.
'Up,' he growled, tugging at my hair. I tried to stand, finding it too difficult with my hands cuffed behind my back.
'I can't,' I whispered.
He grunted, bending down and reaching an arm under one of mine, yanking me upward. I stumbled, gasping, as he pressed me toward the car, his mouth covering mine.
The kiss was rough, hard, his tongue forcing its way in past my teeth. His cock was steel heat between us, burning against my belly even through the fabric of my dress, and I could feel his badge pressing against my breast, flattening my nipple.
I moaned when he cupped my breasts, thumbing their tips as he shoved his thigh between mine.
'Bend over.' He turned me around and pushed me toward the front of the car. I felt his hands shoving my dress up again as he forced me to bend over the hood, his fingers slipping between my wet flesh. I stared off into the fields, seeing the light of a house far, far off in the distance. It looked so small and alone.
He pressed against me, his cock pointing upward and resting against the crack of my ass as he leaned over me, his hands searching for my breasts again under my dress. He pushed it all the way up now, and I gasped at the cool metal surface of the car under my body.
His belt dug into my flesh and his cock brushed my fingertips where my hands were still bound. He fondled my breasts, tugging at my nipples, making me squirm and gasp. I grabbed the tip of him with my hand when he pushed forward, squeezing, and he groaned.
'Ahhh, that's good,' he murmured, thrusting into my closed fist. I grabbed him with my other hand, too, making a tunnel for him to push into and he did with a grunt, fucking my cuffed hands.
His big palms slid down my body, over my ribs and hips, searching out my pussy again. I'm wet from his mouth, I told myself, knowing the juice flowing down my thighs wasn't just saliva.
He moved back a little, spreading my legs with his hands, using his fingertip to find me, and then pressed the head of his cock there. I gasped at the thick heat of him, spreading me wide as he slid in, using my hips to give him some leverage.
'Oh, God,' I whispered, closing my eyes against it, helpless to stop it.
I rocked with the weight of him as he fucked me, my hands still trapped behind, brushing his belly and belt as he moved. My treacherous pussy was singing, the wet squelch filling the night as he slammed into me, searching for the deepest point and rubbing there.
'Please!' I was begging, but I didn't know if I was pleading for him to cease or persist. My head said one thing, but my body was lost in the sensation, submitting to the blissful swell of it between my legs.
He grunted as he drove himself into me and ground against my ass, pulling the round rise of my cheeks into the saddle of his hips. I was breathing hard, a slick sheen of sweat beading on me, making the air even cooler against my skin. My pussy was swollen and pulsing around the stiff length of him, and I squeezed as hard as I could, making him groan and press deep, his fingers clenching me.
'No, oh, God!' I cried out when he began again, using his legs to push into me at an angle, aiming his cock toward the stars and seeking my center. He was growling and moaning, lifting my hips off the hood of the car with every thrust, jarring my teeth. His fingers slipped between my legs, searching out my clit and rubbing, bringing me closer to that edge.
'Please, no,' I begged, my body taking over, forcing me to sail toward a pulsing release which coiled, waiting to spring, between my legs. He was teasing it out, bit by bit, fucking me so hard I couldn't catch my breath. I reached a point of no-return, my ass clenching, my thighs trembling, my slick body twisting against the hood of the car.
I groaned, feeling the first tremors moving through me, an exquisite pulse between my thighs, gripping and releasing his cock with every flutter. He held me, never stopping, giving me more and more, taking me deeper, forcing every last quiver and moan from my body.
Only then did he slide his cock out of me, pulling me down to my knees on the dirt, and forcing the slick length of his flesh down my throat.
'Swallow,' he growled, sending the first hot blast against my soft palate, following that with another jet of white hot fluid, and then another, filling my mouth, forcing me to swallow the copious amounts of cum spurting over my tongue. He groaned, grabbing my hair and jerking against me with every thick burst as he erupted into my throat.
Spent, he pulled himself from my mouth, and I watched as he zipped himself up, tucking, straightening. I was shaking, looking up at him, wondering what was next. Part of my brain was screaming at me to run, as far and as fast as I could, because he was never going to let me leave.
'Officer,' I whispered, struggling to stand and not able to find my balance. 'Please, can I just go?'
He turned and walked to the back of my car, taking his hat off my trunk and putting it on. Then he came back, standing over me while he pulled his pad out of his belt and started to write. I stared at him, my mouth agape.
'Let me get those cuffs off you.' He put a hand under my arm and helped me to stand. His hands were gentle as he turned me this time, unlocking the handcuffs and putting them back on his belt.
I rubbed my shoulders with my palms, breathing, 'Thank you.'
'I've cited you for the headlight.' He tore the ticket off and handed it to me. 'It's a warning. If you get it fixed and bring the receipt in to the court before that date, there won't be a fine.'
I took the ticket with a trembling hand, saying it again, 'Thank you.'
'Have a good night, ma'am.' He tipped his hat at me. I stared, incredulous, as he strode back to his car.
I was still standing there in bare feet with dirty knees and the taste of his cum in my mouth when he pulled past me, giving me a brief salute, the flashers off now. It was still dark, and for the first time since I'd stepped out of my car, I was aware of the sound of the crickets in the field behind me.
I watched his car until the lights were pinpoints in the distance, the ticket in my hand crumpled in my fist.
Katie had a baby girl, right about the time I was spread across the hood of my car. Charlotte left me a message and told me not to bother coming, so I turned around and went home. I took a shower and slipped back into bed.
And I didn't tell Charlie. I didn't tell him about the ticket or the suspended license or the cop. I don't know why. Part of me was just too ashamed-not of what had happened, but of how I had responded. Every time I remembered it, I flushed, and the crotch of my panties started getting damp.
I just got the headlight fixed and took the receipt and the ticket to the courthouse, like he said to. The girl behind the glass took them, snapping her gum and tapping the keyboard with the longest fingernails I’d ever seen.
'When did you get this ticket?' She frowned at her screen.
'Last week,' I said, remembering. 'Monday morning.'
She shook her head, clacking away again at the keys with her nails. I watched her, remembering the way he turned me, pulled me, gripped me, forced me. I could still feel the handcuffs biting into my wrists. The thought made me feel faint.
'I'm sorry.' She slipped the ticket and receipt back out to me. 'I'm afraid this ticket isn't in our system.'
'Wh-What?' I took the papers back, blinking at her. 'But I have the ticket, look, from Officer Ryan…Ryan Biggs…it says right here.'
She shrugged, snapping her gum again. 'The only Ryan Biggs in our system died fifteen years ago.'
I felt the blood drain out of my face as I crumpled the papers back into my purse. I mumbled a confused, 'Thank you,' and turned to go.
'Do you…' I stopped and looked back to her. 'How did he die?'
She shrugged. 'I have no idea.'
A dark-haired woman who had been filing papers behind her looked up from her desk, pushing her glasses up. 'Ryan Biggs was killed in the line of duty.'
The gum-snapping girl looked at her. 'You knew him?'
