Stephen Knight - White Tiger

plans that didn’t involve her devouring his cock as if she hadn’t eaten for a week. He tried to pull her head away as gently as he could, but she was clamped onto him like a leech and clearly had no intention of letting go. His plans turned to shit as her furious sucking brought him to his peak in record time. Every muscle in his body trembled in ecstasy as he leaned back slightly and shot his volcanic payload into orbit. She gurgled and choked and jerked her head away, a scattered spider-web of semen joining her chin to his still-throbbing cock. She looked up at him and he looked down at her, equally surprised. She giggled with delight and covered her face with both hands again — then realized her mistake, that she’d just made matters worse. Her fingers came away covered in his essence. She stared at her own hands with bemusement, if he interpreted her expression correctly. He could hardly do anything except gasp for breath and hope he didn’t keel over. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life.

She picked up her black silk pants and while she maintained eye contact with him, she carefully wiped him clean. The touch of the cool silk against his over-sensitive prick sent shivers through his body. When she was finished she wiped the cum-drool off her chin and the dribbles off her breasts. She tossed the pants away and stood up. She pressed herself against him, careful not to injure his most vulnerable part. She rested her head against his chest and said, “I had forgotten what a man tastes like.”

“I didn’t intend for that to happen,” he told her. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” She drew back and looked at him. “For what?”

He opened his mouth to explain but couldn’t find the right words.

She put her head against him again and he felt her shake. Realized she was laughing. “You think you have disappointed me? You could not possibly be further from the truth.” The shaking subsided. Her voice became more serious. “I begged the gods to allow you to come to me tonight. I offered them everything. I offered them my own life to be allowed just one night in the company of a man who finds me attractive, who is not so disgusted with me that he would rather rut with whores than share a bed with me.”

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I don’t understand at all. Why would your husband treat you like that? Why would he even look at someone else?”

“You found her attractive, didn’t you? The woman who made love to Lin Dan before he died. Zhu Xiaohui. Isn’t that her name?”

“Yes and no.” Ryker instinctively held her at arm’s length so he could see her face and he could see his. “I can see how men would find her desirable. But the truth is, she didn’t press my buttons. Not like you did. Not like you’re doing right now.”

She shook her head with obvious disbelief. “Are you trying to tell me you would rather be with me than her? That’s absurd. She knows everything about pleasing a man.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Each to their own. I’ve told you the truth. Yeah, looks-wise, she’s okay. But as far as pleasing a man goes, I really have to say, you’re not so bad yourself. If I’m not making myself clear, that’s a compliment. A very big compliment.”

She came to him again and this time, as well as putting her head against his chest, she encircled his waist with her arms, which surprised him, in a pleasant way.

“Yesterday,” she said. “When we met for the first time. What did you think of me?”

“I’m afraid to tell you.”

“How can you be afraid, after what we just did? I still have your taste in my mouth.” She purred against him, soft and sensual and very naked. Her hand moved down and reached underneath, and her sharp little fingernails raked his scrotum, a slow, pleasurable sensation. Against all expectations he felt a stirring in what he thought was dead tissue. “I don’t wish to put you under any pressure, Detective Sergeant,” she said, “but it is my hope that you may become erect again very soon.” She clawed him again. Heat diffused his cock, which felt heavier. “You have pleasured my mouth. I wish you also to pleasure my cunt. But first… what did you think of me?”

“What did I think of you?” He had to swallow hard before he could speak. She did it again and this time her fingernails continued up, clawing the underside of his swelling cock, stopping just before the head, as if she knew he was still too sensitive there. “I was mesmerized. Fixated. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Every movement you made, every gesture. Every word you spoke.”

“Were you aroused?”

She knew. She knew and she was playing with him. He glanced at the floor, checking exactly where he’d left his gun holster. If a gang of Chinese thugs kicked the door open and came at him, he’d get off a couple of shots before they took him down. Jesus, Ryker, you are one suspicious bastard! This couldn’t possibly be part of some twisted revenge plan she’d concocted because he’d insulted her.

“Yes,” he said. “I was very aroused.”

Her fingers, over his tight ball-sack, up his rigid cock, around the rim of his engorged head. “I thought so.” She chuckled. “I couldn’t be sure. It was only after you left that I had time to think, to go over our meeting in more detail.”

“Now you know. Are you angry?”

“Angry? Because you became hard at the sight of me? No, I see what you mean. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The circumstances were less than ideal. My husband had died. You were the bearer of sad tidings. You carried out your duty well. And you were honest with me. I remember that too. Please, I can’t wait any longer. Please….”

He put his hands around her tiny waist and lifted her up off the floor. She put her arms around his neck and drew her knees up to her chest. They enjoyed an exquisite moment where his swollen and eager cock head hovered directly beneath her wet and fully open sex, just barely touching her labia with every beat of his heart. Her breath came in desperate gasps. Sweat ran down her face. He lowered her onto his pole. Her furnace enclosed him totally. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Without warning she let go of his neck and leaned completely back, so he had to hold her hips to stop her from falling off. Whimpering noises escaped from her throat. He moved her up and down, hoping he was doing the right thing. Her insides clamped about him, giving him a clue. He kept at it, hoping his heart didn’t give out before she took her pleasure.

For the thousandth time, Manning had to wonder just what the hell he was doing.

He’d been at the S.F.P.D. precinct for over an hour, waiting in a small interrogation room. All had gone well upon his arrival. He’d left his firearm at home, so going through the metal detector hadn’t been an issue, but the uniformed cop manning it had gone over his body with a wand anyway, just to be sure. His California driver’s license had been scanned and entered into a computer, and from that a temporary badge had been made, which bore his photo, name, and the legend ESCORTED. After that, he’d been buzzed into the stationhouse itself, and escorted by another uniformed officer to the interrogation room. Manning had been unnerved that this is where he had been taken, and it left him wondering if the Tokyo police had made him after all. The door had been left open, and as Manning sat at the table in the center of the room, passersby would look in at him. Manning looked back, his face a composed mask.

This is stupid, he thought. Just a waste of time.

Finally, the door opened. An officious-looking woman stepped in, followed by a man in a rumpled suit. He regarded Manning with bleary eyes. The woman walked directly toward the desk and held out her hand.