Smut 69: Role Play
Detective Jimmy Deakins made his third grilled cheese sandwich of the night. The tiny, dingy kitchen in his residential hotel room made cooking anything more complex even more depressing than the bachelor fare. At least he was only on his second beer. Since moving in there he'd made a promise to himself that he would cut back dramatically on his drinking. The drinking was something concrete Angie had used as her excuse for throwing him out of their home.
She also screamed about his hours and his general lack of involvement in family life. His recent attempts to be home more didn't cut it, not for her and really not for him either. Although he was home she was already so mad there was no family time. The only thing he insisted on in all of it was that their daughter not be a party to any of their fighting. This meant either fiercely whispered arguments over the dishes or a bedroom turned into a battle ground.
Now that he was in the hotel, the fighting was done for a while. He refused to argue about things that didn't matter in the way things currently were. He wasn't living in the house, so his hours weren't an issue. He wasn't sleeping in their bed, so her lack of sex drive wasn't an issue. All that was left was her taking the time she needed to decide if she wanted to work it out or not. He told her to let him know when she'd decided.
The first week he stared at the walls and missed his daughter so much his stomach hurt all the time. He had the TV on all the time to banish the quiet. And he worked. He practically threw himself at the job, staying late and going in early so he wasn't in the hotel room any more than he had to be. In nine days the only times he smiled was when he got to see his daughter. Only his partner and his CO knew about the move and he wanted to keep it that way. Cop divorce rates being what they were, he didn't want to hear people talking about the 'inevitable' dissolution of his marriage.
Now that he was settled in and had accepted the reality of his separation, he started letting himself think about the future. He knew he wouldn't give up the job, but he did think about paths of advancement that would get him off the street so he could be home more. None of them were very attractive. He could accept the marriage might not work out, but he would be an involved father no matter what. If his marriage did fail, he would move on and make a life that gave him a chance for happiness.
It was a depressing internal monologue, but he had to think it through. He couldn't make choices without having examined his options. As he finished his sandwich, and then his beer, he finally let himself think about that chance for happiness and what it might look like. The instant he closed his eyes to imagine, he cursed out loud.
Instead of a house, he saw a good sized apartment filled with light. There were signs of his daughter everywhere but she clearly didn't live there. She wouldn't, of course, but there were enough toys scattered around that he knew he saw her often. That wasn't what made him swear, though. Standing across the room from him in a pair of jeans and practically swimming in one of his t-shirts was the beautiful child who had so fearlessly kissed him in the front seat of his car.
Alex Eames was legally an adult now and had been the night she kissed him. Despite being a small enough to fit in his lap in the front seat of a car, despite being vastly under experienced in relationships, despite being quite nearly young enough to be his daughter, just thinking of her made his cock twitch and harden. He licked his lips, remembering her flavor, and ran his hand over a thigh, remembering her heat against him. She would learn quickly and would make someone an amazing lover.
Someone. Someday. Not him. Clenching his fist on his thigh, he tried to push back the image of her crossing the room to sit in his lap in the big easy chair that took up a big hunk of the living room. She didn't squirm particularly or act intentionally seductive. It didn't matter. Even with two layers of heavy denim between them her heat took his breath away. She grinned at his reaction and kissed him delicately.
The kiss didn't help and he groaned thickly, the sound echoing between his fantasy and reality. He put his head back on the easy chair and closed his eyes. Even while hiding from her, he knew her college textbooks took up a healthy bit of the kitchen table and her clothes were slowly taking over his closet space. She didn't live there because her parents would never stand for it, but she stayed there more nights than not. Only nights his daughter was there were certain to send her to the dorms. Sometimes he came home after a full night at work and found she'd stayed there without him.
He was right; she'd become an unreal lover. Some nights she left him panting so hard he thought his chest would burst while she sat beside him laughing. The effects of their love making showed on her as a flush over her whole body and a fine layer of sweat that made her glow in the dim light of his bedroom. Meanwhile he struggled to catch his breath. She took her inexperience as a challenge to try everything that occurred to either of them from positions to complex sexual games.
Some small part of his brain knew he was projecting his deepest wishes onto this girl who might want nothing more to do with him after that kiss. The larger part of his brain imagined her finding one of the dirty magazines he'd bought right after moving out and asking him if he wanted to see her like those women. His instant groan of need meant he came home a few days later to find her on the couch in a lace teddy with her hair teased high and her fingers holding her labia open. She looked exactly like one of the models except for the crucial difference that she was his.
Giving up, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them off his hips. He took his boxers with them and settled back on the on the couch with his hand wrapped around his cock. For the first time since he moved into the hotel, he slowly stroked his cock. He shuddered hard as the image of Alex writhing on the sofa solidified and he could hear her inviting him to taste her. Taste her he did, lapping at her open cunt until she grabbed his hair and pulled him up so she could kiss him. He wouldn't go until he made her come twice, still trying to make up for her first boyfriend.
He was also trying to make up for his performance as a husband, he knew. She benefited from his deep desire not to disappoint another woman he cared for. Not only did he go out of his way to please her sexually, he pampered her every way he could. He bought her a good desk chair so she could study comfortably at his apartment. Discovering he could sit on it with her facing him in his lap while they slowly fucked was a wonderful side benefit.
What tightened his hand on his cock and drove him to seek a desperately needed release wasn't the image of Alex the sexpot, though. Instead it was images of her simply moving around in his space. Dressed casually, her status as college student obvious, she helped him make dinner or ran the vacuum. They planned menus and went to the market together. Picturing her in a pair of running shorts and a sports bra was sexy as hell, but seeing her folding clothes in his bedroom made his hips come up off the couch and his cock twitch in his hand.
It was the comfort, the intimacy that drove his desire. He could hear her joking about how they were playing house. For her the sex and romance were the most telling parts of their relationship. For him it was seeing her truly being in his life. Three days before she kicked him out, Angie had taken him to bed. Greedy for touch, he'd made it good for them. Still, now he lived in a hotel. Alex being easily domestic drove his desire to a fevered pitch.
He interrupted her clothes folding, pushing everything back into the basket and lowering her to the bed. By the time he'd done that, he been standing behind her with his hands first on her hips, then her belly and finally her breasts while he nibbled at her neck. She'd complained the whole time, but that didn't keep her from bending over at the waist to put folded clothes in piles on the bed. That pushed her ass firmly into his groin. Every time she bent over he moaned thickly and squeezed her hips.
He pushed her straight onto the bed, getting her onto her belly and yanking down her pants. In response to an earlier plea from her, he knelt behind her and ran his tongue over her labia until she hit the bed with balled fists. Her new pleas were immediate and explicit. Laughing against her pussy, he teased her for a while longer before standing and letting his pants drop to his ankles.
Alex kept pounding on the bed as he slammed his cock into her. Moaning when his cock hit her depths, he couldn't stay there long. He had to keep moving, fucking her tight young pussy until she screamed for him to let her come. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear that she had wanted this and he would fuck her until he was done whether she came or not. His softly spoken threat made her scream again in growing frustration.
She could only stand a few more thrusts before forcing her hand underneath them so she could rub her fingers against her clit. His pounding drove her against her hand and right over the edge. When she came the contractions were strong enough to make him fear for his cock. He followed her before the contractions stilled and sank over her with a whimper. As they settled, he whispered to her how beautiful she was and how grateful he was that she cared enough to be with him.
Relaxing on the couch with his hand still wrapped around his cock, he realized he'd come in time with his fantasy. He'd been so caught up in it that his body had taken over and synched up. Shuddering hard, he looked down at his deflating member and his come drenched hand and belly. Remembering Angie's disgust at finding him that way, he pushed away the question of what Alex would think if she knew what fantasies of her could do to him.
Law of man aside, she was still a little girl. Any dream of a life with her was just that, pure fantasy. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and used his boxers to clean up. Another beer, maybe, and then to bed. He had work early and no good would be come of thinking any more about it.
She was just a little girl with a school girl crush he was allowing to get totally out of control. She'd forget him soon enough and he would go-- He shuddered. He would either go back to his wife or move on. Putting the beer back into the fridge unopened, he took himself to bed.
His last thought as he fell asleep was how beautiful Alex looked crossing that room and taking her place in his lap.
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