Chapter 2: Building Tension
I walk into Java Joe's a nice little coffee shop a block from my apartment. It's almost 10 at night and no one is in but the barista Jenna. Jenna is a cute little punk rock girl nose ring purple mohawk the whole deal. She also has an amazing body she gives me a smile that sings to me. "Evening Detective" her voice is music to my ears. "Last customer of the night I take it?" she asks while wiping down the counter.
I return her smile, my voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "You always know just what to say, Jenna. How did you know I had a craving for a nightcap?"
She winks at me. "Because you're a creature of habit, Mamba. You end your shifts late and come here for a drink. Some people might call it predictable, I call it comforting."
I laugh, leaning against the counter. She makes me my caramel latte and keeps eye contact with me and as has become our routine she flirts with me and I flirt back . "You know me too well, Jenna. But who says predictability can't be sexy?"
She smirks, pushing the cup across the counter towards me. "Oh, it can be. Especially when it's predictable in all the right ways."
I take a sip, letting the sweet, hot liquid warm me. "You're not wrong." I set the cup down, my eyes never leaving hers. "So, how's the punk rock scene treating you these days?"
She chuckles, leaning on the counter. "It's great.
We played a show last weekend at the Mercury Lounge. Packed house." She says, a hint of pride in her voice.
"That's awesome, Jenna. You guys are really taking off." I reply, taking another sip of my latte. I can't help but notice the way she's looking at me, her eyes lingering on my lips.
She leans in slightly, her voice a low whisper. "You should have come, Mamba. You could have been my groupie for the night."
I raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk on my lips. "Groupie huh the hot girl bassist and the hot cop have a tryst in the back of the bar?" I tease, my voice low and husky. Jenna blushes, but doesn't look away.
"Something like that," she murmurs, her eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting mine again. I take another sip of my latte, the heat of it doing nothing to counteract the heat building between us.
"I might have to make it a habit," I say, my voice laced with innuendo. Jenna grins, a slow, sultry smile that makes my heart race.
"I might like that," she replies, her eyes never leaving mine. She leans in, her voice a low whisper. "The hot cop and the hot bassist could also have a little tryst at said hot bassist's day job" The way she said it was not a joke it was an offer "I will go lock the door" I tell her "Come to the back office when you get it locked Detective" she says giving me a wink and walking away. I wait for her to lock the door and make sure the place is clear then I go to the back office where she is waiting for me. She's leaning against the desk, her eyes locked on mine. She's got this look in her eyes, a mix of mischief and desire, that sends a jolt of electricity straight down to my core.
I close the door behind me, a slow smile spreading across my face. "You're a troublemaker, Jenna," I say, my voice low.
She shrugs, a playful smirk on her lips. we move to each other and meet in the middle of the room the kiss is deep and longing my hands go to the back of her head pulling her closer her tongue invades my mouth and I reciprocate."You love trouble," she replies, her hands sliding down my body, tracing the curve of my hips.
I chuckle, lightly biting her lower lip. "Who said anything about love?"
She grins, her hands moving up to cup my breasts. "I did."
I raise an eyebrow, a low laugh escaping my throat. "You're bold, Jenna. I like it."
She leans in, her breath hot on my ear. "I like you, Mamba. And I want you.
Her words are a low whisper, a confession that makes my heart pound in my chest. I can feel the heat of her body, the press of her curves against mine, and I know that I want her too. I want her bad.
I capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, my hands tangling in her hair as I pull her closer. She lets out a soft moan, her body melting into mine as we lose ourselves in the moment. Her hands roam over my body, exploring every curve, every line, as if she can't believe I'm real. I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I see the same look in her eyes. She then pulls at my shirt lifting it off and throwing it to the side she looks at my breasts "God they are perfect I need to see more" and with that she undoes my bra in one fluid practiced motion and my breasts spring free "better than I imagined" she murmurs as she leans down to circle a nipple with her tongue. I let out a soft moan, arching my back slightly to push my breast further into her mouth. She takes the hint, sucking and nipping at my nipple, her hand cupping my other breast and massaging it gently. I can feel the heat building between my legs, a slow burn that threatens to consume me.
I pull her up by her hair, a low growl escaping my throat. "My turn," I murmur, my voice husky with desire.
I push her gently until she's sitting on the edge of the desk, then I kneel in front of her, my fingers working quickly to undo her pants. She lifts her hips slightly to help me, and I pull them down, along with her panties, in one smooth motion.
I take a moment to appreciate the view. Jenna has a body that's made for sin, all long lines and hard muscles. She's not just beautiful, she's powerful, and the thought of that power being unleashed under my touch sends a shiver down my spine.
I lean in, my breath hot on her inner thigh. "So sexy a cop on her knees for me" She looking down at me her eyes are strong and I can tell she likes being in control . I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening sex. I smile, taking a moment to admire the sight before me. "You're so wet, Jenna." I murmur, my voice a low purr.
She lets out a low groan, her hips shifting slightly. "I've been waiting for this, Mamba." She says, her voice thick with desire.
I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She's sweet and salty, a heady mix that makes my mouth water. "That's it Detctive worship my pussy" When I was younger I would have fought back and been snarky but I am older more mature and accept I enjoy being sexually submissive and Jenna could tell just like I could tell she likes to be in control . I explore her with my tongue, tracing the folds, teasing her clit. She lets out a low moan, her hips shifting, urging me on. I can feel her hands in my hair, her grip tightening as I bring her closer to the edge.
"That's right, Mamba," she groans, her voice thick with lust. "Make me come with that talented tongue of yours."
I smile against her, my tongue flicking out to tease her a bit more before I suck her clit into my mouth, my lips tight around it. She cries out, her body tensing, her hips bucking against my face.
I hold her steady, my hands gripping her thighs, my tongue and lips working in tandem to drive her wild. I can feel her orgasm building, her body shaking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Oh God, Mamba," she moans, her hands fisting in my hair, urging me on. "Right there, don't stop. You're going to make me come."
I don't stop. I keep my tongue moving, my lips sucking, my hands holding her in place as she comes undone. Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her breath coming in ragged sobs. She pushes me away so she can catch her breath but even after her climax she is looking at me like a predator looking and prey and it makes me shiver. She reaches for her pack of Marlboro Reds and lights one . "You're good Mamba. Really good."
I climb up on the desk and sit next to her. "So are you." I say between drags of her smoke. We sit there in silence for a moment just enjoying the afterglow of our encounter.
"You know," she begins, exhaling smoke as she speaks. "I've always had a thing for cops."
I chuckle, leaning back on my hands. "Yeah? What's that thing?"
She smiles, her eyes reflecting the faint glow of her cigarette. "The power, the authority, the...uniform."
I grin, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so?" "Yes that is so" She responds she passes me the cigarette and I take a drag she sinks to her knees and then pulls down my jeans and panties in one swift movement while I am still on the desk. She then begins to slowly lick the inside of my thighs in anticipation she stops at my entrance and licks around it teasingly driving me wild.
I say this and I mean this she licked me better than anyone has ever to say she has a skill at it would be an insult to the massive talent she has in that department. She took her time and made sure I was dripping wet I could feel myself dripping down my thighs as she was licking me.
“You taste so good, Mamba,” she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. “So sweet and tangy. I could eat you all night.”
I let out a low moan, my hips bucking slightly at her words. “Fuck, Jenna. You’re driving me insane.”
She grins, her tongue flicking out to tease me again. “I want you to come all over my face, Mamba. I felt like I was coming undone I wanted to be the big bad sexy cop but her tongue her lips were making me feel so weak . I felt like I could come just from her touches. I let my head fall back, giving her better access. I want to feel you lose control,” she commands, her voice low and sultry.
I can’t help but let out a low groan at her words. The thought of coming all over her face, marking her with my pleasure, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I feel her fingers gently spread me open, her tongue darting out to lap at my clit, her mouth sucking and nipping at my sensitive flesh.
I'm panting now, my body tensing and releasing, my hips thrusting against her face as I seek out more of that exquisite sensation.
"That's it, Jenna," I moan, my voice hoarse with desire. "Make me come. Make me lose control."
She responds with a low growl, her tongue and lips redoubling their efforts, her fingers sliding inside me, curling and stroking in a rhythm that's driving me wild. I can feel the pleasure building, a slow burn that's intensifying with each passing second.
Jenna's fingers are stroking and curling inside me, her tongue circling my clit, her mouth sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. I'm panting now, my body tensing and releasing, my hips thrusting against her face as I seek out more of that exquisite sensation.
"Fuck, Jenna," I moan, my voice thick with desire. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
She growls against me, her fingers and tongue moving faster, her grip on my hips tightening. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she's driving me to the edge of sanity. I sound like such a bimbo my voice gets high-pitched and I moan out "Oh Yeah" She murmurs against me, her voice a low purr. "That's right, Mamba. Give it to me. Give me everything."
Her words send a shudder down my spine. I'm so close, I can feel it. The pressure is building, the heat is consuming me. Her fingers curl inside me, her tongue flicks my clit, and I'm right there, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"I'm...I'm going to...," I stutter, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then explode, No joke one of if not the best orgasms of my life . My vision blurs, my body convulses, and I am thrown into a sea of white-hot pleasure. Jenna's mouth is there, her tongue and lips working in tandem, drawing out every last drop of my release.
As the waves of ecstasy begin to subside, I find myself gasping for air, my body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Jenna pulls away, her eyes filled with a mix of triumph and desire. She stands up, her body still partially clad in her uniform, and straddles my thighs, her hands on my chest for support.
"God, Mamba," she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction. She looks at me "So can we get dinner some time" I am barely able to nod but I do .
I lean up, cupping her cheek, and bring her down for a slow, deep kiss. "I'd like that," I whisper against her lips. She smiles, her eyes reflecting the afterglow of our encounter.
"Good," she says, gently dismounting me. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Detective. But you got to go I need to finish up and go home" Jenna says as she readjusts her clothes and fixes her hair.
I chuckle, standing up and tucking my shirt into my jeans. "I guess I'll see you around then, Jenna."
She winks at me, a playful smirk on her lips. "You know where to find me, Mamba. And next time, don't be a stranger."
I grin, waving goodbye as I make my way out of the coffee shop. The night air is cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heated passion I just left behind. I take a deep breath, the crisp air filling my lungs and clearing my mind.