Masturbation Monday

Monday, 6 March 2017

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. This week's prompt has got me hot under the collar so here's a little excerpt from CUFFED an erotic cop menage a trois suspense story.

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How do you pass the time handcuffed to somebody who gets on your nerves?

All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride out with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment and she's on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she's partnered with couldn't be more different, Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner's cute ass and broad shoulders.

Roxie doesn't count on being mistaken for an accessory in human trafficking. Before she knows it she's snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Just as well her sullen cop takes her safety seriously. Though how much help he'll be when she finds herself handcuffed to him in an abandoned warehouse, locked up for goodness knows how long, she doesn't know.

Will he open up? Protect her? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire when she confesses her lust? Will he admit to the passion she can feel brimming beneath his surface? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament? And just how close is he to his partner?

* * * *

The bathroom door opened, and the sound of the tub being filled filtered into the kitchen.

“Roxie,” Vincent called. “Come here.”

She took a few more sips of coffee, then placed her mug on the counter. A bath. Yes. That was a good idea. She headed across the small hallway.

The scent of lavender filled the air and already bubbles were rising in the water. Her tub was extra large and had a tap that was side on against the wall. It had been one of her extravagances when refurbishing the apartment. If there was one thing she liked it was a lounge in the tub after a hard day’s work. She found she did some of her best thinking while in water.

“I thought maybe this would help,” Vincent said.

“Yes. It will.” She looked at the open V of his shirt; he’d undone a button. The skin at the base of his throat was golden, and she wondered if he had body hair lower down. “Thanks.”

She was aware of someone behind her. Close behind her.

Rudy.

His chest was against her back. He slid his hands to her waist and rested his chin against her temple. “Do you ache?” he whispered, his lips moving against her skin.

For you. Yes. And your partner.

“All over.” She kept her attention on Vincent. Wondering what he was thinking about their sudden close and intimate connection. “I ache all over.”

“Then a hot soak is the answer.” Rudy tugged at her top, pulling it from where she’d tucked it into her jeans.

Vincent raised his eyebrows a fraction and parted his mouth, as if about to say something. But no sound came out. He pressed his lips together and kept his attention on her.

Roxie swallowed.

What the hell is Rudy doing?

“This needs to come off,” he said, gripping the base of her shirt and tugging it upward.

She lifted her arms and allowed him to remove it. Beneath she wore a red satin bra.

He passed the shirt to Vincent, who, without saying a word, laid it on a straight-backed chair to his right.

“And these,” Rudy said, still standing directly behind her. “Off.” He popped open the button on her jeans.

His breath was warm on her neck and the heat of his chest, through his shirt, radiated against her back

A swirl of excitement gripped Roxie’s belly. Was this really happening? Rudy undressing her in front of Vincent? She was tired, almost deliriously so, but this…no this wasn’t a dream. Fantasy maybe, but not a dream. This was real.

Rudy pushed her jeans down her legs, and she kicked them away.

She stood before Vincent in just her underwear. She was glad she’d picked a matching set to wear the evening before.

“Jesus,” Vincent said, then blew out a breath. “You’re hot, Roxie.”

“Mmm…very.” Rudy ran his hands around her bare waist and pulled her close. He nuzzled her neck.

Roxie fluttered her eyes closed. The feel of him holding her, his thick arms surrounding her, made her feel safe and sexy, warm and adored.

“I’m guessing you two found something to keep yourselves occupied while I was working hard to find you.” Vincent chuckled. “Not classic police duty I agree, but I like your style, Rudy.”

“And I like Roxie’s style,” Rudy said. “A lot.”

“I can tell.” Vincent turned off the taps, and the sudden quiet caused Roxie to open her eyes. “Come on in,” he said to Roxie.

Rudy released her, but not completely. He stayed close enough to undo her bra. It loosened, and she allowed it to slip down her arms. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight.

“Want me to take that?” Vincent held out his hand. His eyes were sparkling as he looked at her chest; he was clearly enjoying the striptease.

“Yes, thanks.” Roxie handed over the bra and glanced at his groin. Sure enough, as she’d suspected, there was a bulge behind the zipper of his black pants.

“And these,” Rudy said, sliding her knickers down her legs. He came to stand in front of her as she pushed them aside with her feet. “Let me help you.”

She took his offered hand and stepped into the water. “Oh, bliss.” It was skin-reddeningly hot, just the way she liked, and she sighed as she sat down. The heat was heavenly over her sore muscles and the warmth went right to her bones.

She rested back, still murmuring her approval, until her shoulders were under the bubbles and the water soaked between her legs.

“Was that a good idea?” Vincent asked.

“Yes. Oh yes.” She looked up. The two men stood side-by-side observing her. Both had desire in their eyes. Both were sporting hard-ons. “Are you joining me?”