First Responder Rendezvous

I've been a cop for about five years. The pay is lousy. Plus, guys generally find a woman in uniform intimidating. That means I've been involuntarily celibate almost as long as I've had the badge.

The beam of light on my graveyard shift is Chris, a medic who usually works the same hours I do. He's hot, but never seems the slightest bit aware of it. He's also taller than I am, with a body you can only get from lifting lots of heavy people onto gurneys. So, every time I call EMS out to a scene, I pray that he comes.

The work place being what it is, I'd never let on that I had the hots for him. Besides, the risk wasn't just about sexual harassment. The cutie in question is also Captain Montgomery's nephew. Even asking him out could end my career. That's why I've always done my best to hide my lust.

I must have overcompensated because a few weeks ago, Captain called me into his office for a pre-shift "chat." Apparently, Chris told his dear uncle that I had been rude on scene. With the threat of punishment dangling over my head, I took down Chris' cell number and jumped in my cruiser with the promise to make a peace offering.

I didn't really want to call him. He'd probably see right through my charade and I'd become the topic of discussion between the guys he worked with. That poor, butch cop Julianne. Besides, what do you say to someone that you've been masturbating to the thought of for a few years?

When I was almost out of time, I flipped open my cell phone and dialed his number. As it rang, I fought the urge to hang up and take my chances with Captain.

"Hello?" His voice was husky and softer than I'd heard it before, almost as if I'd woke him from a good dream.

"Uh...Hi...Um...I"

"I think we have a bad connection."

I cleared my throat and tried not to sound like a complete moron again. It was just lunch, after all. "I'm sorry. Is this any better?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is. Who is this?"

"Julianne from the—"

"Julianne. Yeah. Hi. I know who you are. What's up?"

He knew my voice? My heart began to pound in my ears. I took another deep breath, and tried not to sound like a swooning schoolgirl. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for being rude. Also, I hope that you'll let me buy you lunch to make it up to you."

"Mmmmm. Well, I am hungry. Have you got a break soon?"

"Yes. In about thirty minutes."

"Okay. Let me drop this one off, and I'll meet you."

My hands shook and my palms were sweating buckets. "Where would you like to meet?"

"How about the mall parking lot? We park there a lot because it's central, and this time of night it's abandoned."

"Alright. Burgers okay with you?"

"Sure. Extra pickles, too."

"Okay. See you there."

****

I pulled into the parking lot to see Chris propped casually against the ambulance, his arms folded across his chest and one knee bent so that his foot could rest against the front driver's tire. I smiled and pulled in beside him. After radioing dispatch with my status, I grabbed the burgers and started to open the door.

My seat belt grabbed me, stopping me and cutting into my neck. I groaned. It was like I lost I.Q. points around him. I quickly unlatched the seat belt and hoped he hadn't seen. When I stepped out, I spoke first to avoid the topic, just in case he did notice. "Where's your partner?"

"I dropped him off for lunch." He smiled as I rounded the trunk, and motioned toward the back of his vehicle. "I thought we could eat here. There's more room, a decent radio, and air conditioning."

"Sure. That's fine with me." He opened the door and motioned me in. When I was in, he hopped in effortlessly and shut the door behind us. "Had a busy night?"

"Not at all. What about you?"

"It comes in spurts." The words made me blush with an alternate meaning as I watched him slide onto the bench against the wall. He patted the gurney in front of him and smiled up at me. "Did Montgomery make you apologize?"

"Uh." The question surprised me. I blinked and slipped onto the spot he'd indicated, my knees pressing against his. "Yes, he did."

"Just out of curiosity—you don't really hate me, do you?"

I opened the bad and fumbled for the chicken sandwich I'd opted for. I couldn't help but laugh as the heat rose into my cheeks. "No. Of course not."

"I didn't think so." His voice weighed with something other than playfulness. When I glanced up at him, he grabbed the bag of burgers from me with one hand, and pulled my neck toward him with the other. His lips met mine in a hot-blooded kiss.

At first, I was in shock and let him probe my mouth with his tongue. He was warm and sweet, with the taste of peppermint breath spray. The realization that he'd prepared for this pulled me back to reality and I let my hands wander up that solid chest. He felt better than I'd imagined, warm and strong. When his mouth wandered along my jaw line, I gasped for air and ran my hands through his hair. The smell of his aftershave made my body tighten and burn from my toes to the top of my head.

"I've always thought strong women were sexy." His voice was warm against my neck. "I want you, Julianne."

I wasn't going to argue, but he made sure by pressing his lips against mine again in a full, open mouth kiss. Then, he pulled back and used one hand to lower me onto the sheet below me. His hands worked with the precision and speed I'd seen him use at accidents to unbuckle my belt and pants, then jerk them down almost gracefully.

When I looked down, the size of his bulge made me gasp with hunger. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down onto me to fill it against my bare clit. It sent a shiver through me and I nipped at his neck.

"Down, girl." Chris laughed and pushed up onto his knees again.

He reached into his front pocket, and I grabbed his pants, opening them as rapidly as my nervous fingers allowed. When it was unleashed, the monster was even bigger than I'd imagined. It was large and circumcised, with thick veins, but otherwise spotless. As he tore open the foil package and began to slip on the rubber, I couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like without a barrier.

He didn't waste time teasing me. Instead, he stayed on his knees and parted my pussy with his fingers. With a quick swipe of his cock, he checked my dampness and let out a guttural sound of approval. Then, he rammed the beast inside me with no other warning.

I gasped and sunk my nails into his forearms. The tinge of pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy. My body writhed against him, my hips against his rolling back and forth. Each time he pushed his cock up the length of me, I moaned and tightened against him. My head was numb with pleasure and my cunt squeezed hard enough to make his head throw back.

Finally, my back arched, taking him fully in and holding him there as I released in the best orgasm I'd had in years. Chris grabbed my hips and lifted me, thrusting repeatedly until his load shot. He collapsed against me, the movement making my body jerk once more.

We panted in unison, hearts pounding to get out of our chests. He squeezed me in a semi-hug and suddenly I realized that if he'd only ask, I'd give up my career and stay here with him all night, living out every fantasy my mind could concoct.

"Chris? You there, man?" a male voice called from the radio in the cab.

He kissed my sternum quickly and slipped away. Fastening his pants on the way, he grabbed the radio. "Yeah, I was...uh...eating."

"We've got a call out on Cherry, dude. You're the closest." There was a short pause.

I slipped back into my clothes as I watched him push back his hair in what appeared to be a nervous habit. My god, he was gorgeous.

"On my way. I've got to pick Paul up from the restaurant on the way," he said just before hanging up the radio. He smiled back at me. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I get the same thing." Knowing my clue, I turned, opened the door, and stepped out into the night air.

The door closed behind me before I felt his grip on my arm. He spun me around and pulled me against him with a thud. "Tell me you'll see me again tomorrow." His lips parted mine in a quick French kiss before he released me again.

"Yeah." I laughed as I watched him hop on the driver's seat. If he hadn't asked, I'd have caused a wreck myself just to see him again.

He glanced back again before he closed the door. With a quick wink, he added, "Tell Montgomery that we made up."

I shook my head and moved to the cruiser's door. That was the understatement of the year.

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