I Let the Officer Pat Me Down Against the Wall

That morning traffic was the usual chaos. I’d lived in this city my whole life and still never got used to the endless intersections, the crosswalks, the traffic lights that seemed to multiply just to hold me up. I drove with just enough patience not to explode.

—I love this song —I murmured as soon as the melody began to play.

I turned the volume up and started singing at the top of my lungs, shamelessly. I was alone, so why not? Screaming the off-key notes helped me let go of the tension, shake off the stress, and clear the knot in my head.

So caught up in my own performance was I that I missed an obvious detail: at the light, right beside me, there was a patrol car. I didn’t know whether that could get me into trouble. Singing wasn’t a crime, but if the officers decided the music was too loud, they could ruin my morning.

Between laughs and shouts I didn’t see the obvious coming. The two cops, instead of their usual stone-faced look, seemed to be enjoying my act. Their eyes gave them away.

—Sorry, officers. I’ll turn it down right away —I said, nearly shouting, trying to make my voice carry over the music.

—That would be good, ma’am —one of them replied in a tone that sounded flirty to me—. Then maybe you’ll hear me when I ask you to pull over to the right as soon as you can.

My heart clenched. This wasn’t a joke or a compliment: they were pulling me over. Could they really fine me for singing?

I obeyed and pulled onto the nearest shoulder. I hesitated over whether to get out or wait for them to come over. I froze completely, not knowing how to react.

—Good morning, miss —his deep voice snapped me out of my paralysis.

—Good morning, officer —I replied with a nervous smile, toying with my hair like a schoolgirl—. Did I do something wrong?

—We could say you weren’t paying attention to traffic —his tone was still firm, though I’d swear there was a hint of sympathy in it for me.

—I haven’t committed any offense —my voice hardened—. I was just singing.

He frowned.

—That decision isn’t yours to make, but ours. I recommend you cooperate.

—Cooperate in what? —I asked, halfway between curiosity and fear.

—You’ll have to come with us —he said, and without waiting for a response, opened my door and motioned for me to get into his vehicle.

In that instant everything stopped. I weighed my options in the space of a couple of heartbeats: obey or run. It wouldn’t be the first time I chose the second.

Two seconds were enough. I turned the key, the engine roared, and I slammed the accelerator with all my strength. My old Mini responded like a liberated beast and adrenaline exploded through my veins. Speed, risk, excitement: a cocktail I’d always been drawn to.

—Well... they’re not following me —I said to myself, relieved, when I saw in the rearview mirror that I’d left the patrol lights behind.

I kept heading home. The escape, the danger, the forbidden... that mix got my blood racing just as much as a well-kept secret. I could already feel my panties wet, stuck to my cunt, and I shifted in the seat trying to calm the hot pounding between my legs.

***

When I got home, I found a proper commotion. My brother Diego and the guys had spent the morning taking their motorcycles apart—they loved playing mechanic—and, as always, after that came the roughhousing in the pool.

Diego and Pablo were still in the garage; from the racket of the tools, it sounded like they were gutting the engines. Hugo, on the other hand, had settled in the kitchen.

—Guys, I’m home! —I announced. I didn’t want any surprises.

—Well now... little Marina —a voice answered from the refrigerator.

I froze.

—Adrián? What are you doing here? —I blurted out with a sarcasm that barely hid my discomfort.

Adrián. My brother’s troublesome friend. My ex. My mistake. The one who’d fucked me for months like the world was about to end, and whom I’d kicked out of my bed when I found out he was doing the same with half the city.

—Looks like luck is smiling on me today with your presence —his voice dripped with that detestable confidence I hated so much.

—Didn’t you have anything better to do than come and ruin my day? —I shot back with contempt.

—Get lost, Marina —he spat.

—Believe me, seeing you isn’t exactly what I was hoping for either —I replied, and without looking at him I went upstairs to my room.

I needed air. I showered quickly, put on comfortable clothes, and when I came back down Adrián was gone. A momentary relief: his mere presence set my nerves on edge. But the calm didn’t last. Lunch time came and there he was again, ready to turn my day into a torture chamber. As soon as I finished, I escaped to the pool, looking for refuge in the sun. That didn’t work either. The discomfort was eating at me, so I decided to really get out of there.

Headphones, phone, keys. Nothing else.

—Diego, I’m going out for a run —I called from the garage door. I didn’t wait for an answer.

***

I opened my playlist and let the music push me forward. We lived on the outskirts, but in twenty minutes I could be at the big park, a perfect place to disappear into myself.

The afternoon was sunny, with just the right temperature for running. My feet struck the ground in an anxious rhythm. I wasn’t running for exercise. I was running like I was fleeing. From Adrián. From the tension. From the anger.

—When I get back, Diego’s going to hear about this —I muttered between clenched teeth. Anger made me run faster, frustration tightened my stride. How could he bring him home knowing how badly it all ended?

The harder I tried to understand my anger, the angrier I got, and the faster I ran, as if I could sweat out the bad feelings. But my body made me pay for it and I had to stop by a fountain to catch my breath.

—Well, well... look who’s here —a mocking voice spoke behind me.

I didn’t recognize it right away, but it was enough to freeze my blood.

—Maybe this lady is breaking the law again —it continued—. Seems you like it when we run into each other.

I mentally went through every voice stored in my memory, one by one, looking for a match before daring to turn my head. I’d been dragging trouble since my relationship with Adrián hit bottom; there were loose ends, poisoned debts that could resurface at any time. It could be anyone.

—Maybe it’s because you’re a bad girl —the voice added, amused, far too sure of itself.

Suddenly I recognized him. The officer from this morning.

Fate seemed determined to play with me. He’d been provoking me all day. But maybe now was the time for me to start playing back.

I stayed silent, motionless, waiting. I wanted to see his next move, test his patience against my indifference.

—Miss... will I have to pat you down? —his tone turned darker, a dangerous mix of play and threat—. Believe me, I can be very insistent with my inspections.

He had no idea who he was playing with. He knew nothing about me, not even my name, and yet he thought he had the right to challenge me, drag me into his game of taunts.

—Mateo, is something wrong? —his partner’s voice broke the tension as he approached.

—Nothing... just a little rebel. Nothing I can’t handle —he answered, too sure of himself.

I was still rooted to the ground, rigid, as if an invisible gun were pointed at my back. The guard shack was a few meters away, but my legs refused to move.

—Come on, against the wall! —the order sounded sharp, leaving no room for argument.

I turned to face the whitewashed wall while his voice insisted:

—Legs apart.

The mocking tone was gone. Now he was speaking sternly. If running into Adrián had already set me alight, having this arrogant bastard treat me like a criminal finished scorching my blood... and soaking it all the way through between my thighs.

He shoved me against the bricks. His weight pinned me, and his knee slid between my thighs, forcing them open. My hands were crossed behind my neck, my whole body exposed. I felt his hard bulge pressing against my ass through my shorts, and a rush of wetness ran straight to my panties.

—If all you wanted was to touch me, you only had to ask —I answered brazenly, breaking the seriousness of the scene, and I wiggled my ass back so he’d feel I knew how to play too.

I felt his tension. His breathing quickened, his voice barely holding firm. The closeness of his body told me more than any words: his cock had gone hard as stone and he was grinding it against my ass without being able to hide it.

—I’m going to proceed with the pat-down —he murmured near my ear, in a low timbre that held more than he was admitting.

I stayed still, but I played with the silence. He thought he had me under control, not realizing I was pushing him to the edge too.

His hand came down slowly, with a caution that contrasted with the roughness of the moment. He searched my sides, my flanks, and when he got to my breasts he lingered a second too long, measuring my tits over my shirt as if he were looking for an impossible weapon. My nipples hardened instantly, so stiff they showed through the fabric. I felt him trace my outline with a strange mix of firmness and tenderness, wavering between authority and the vulnerability betraying him.

He brushed my neck as he leaned in, and that almost imperceptible gesture revealed more than any words could. I understood the tension wasn’t only mine. His cock was still pressed against my ass, so swollen I could feel it throbbing.

When his hands framed my thighs, sliding up the inside to graze the edge of my panties, my resistance hit its limit. I waited for the exact moment, patient, and then I spun suddenly, reversing the situation until I had him facing the wall. I saw surprise in his eyes. It was only seconds, an intense spark in which we held a silent conversation so deep that words would have been clumsy.

I don’t know how it happened, but something rose from inside me, an energy that was dragging me toward him without mercy. And I lunged.

The crash against his lips was wet and ravenous. Our mouths searched for each other hungrily, as if they wanted to devour one another. I trapped his lower lip between mine and bit until he let out a growl, drinking in the heat of his mouth. I shoved my tongue all the way in and he answered by licking mine, sucking on it shamelessly. I pulled him toward me by his belt with a decisive gesture, impulsive as it was inevitable, and in the same motion I squeezed the bulge with my open palm. His cock jolted beneath the fabric and he let the air out sharply against my mouth. He held me hard, as if he’d been waiting for that moment all afternoon.

—Let’s go inside —was all he said, dragging me into the tool shed.

***

There, between narrow walls and the smell of metal and wood, the world seemed to stop. There was no sound except our ragged breathing. He looked at me with a mix of challenge and restrained desire, his arms crossed over his broad chest, dark eyes fixed on me like an anchor. That look was a dare, and I, far from backing down, stepped forward.

—Let’s see, officer, what you’ve got for me —I whispered, my voice a thread of mockery and seduction.

My fingers traced the line of his chest, slowly, drawing an invisible map over the fabric of the uniform. I dropped my hand to his fly and pressed brazenly over the bulge that strained his pants. He was rock hard, thick, throbbing under my palm.

—Well now... and I thought you carried your baton on your belt —I murmured as I traced the shape of his cock through the fabric, measuring it with my fingers from top to bottom.

He didn’t move, but his gaze burned, deciding whether to give in or resist.

—Are you going to keep up with your pat-down —I murmured against his ear— or are you planning to arrest me another way?

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. I could feel his inner struggle, the conflict between duty and what my closeness was pulling out of him. Suddenly he broke the distance. He caught my wrist hard and shoved me against the workbench. The wood creaked under our weight.

—You have no idea what you’re getting into —he murmured a breath from my lips.

I smiled, challenging him.

—I know better than you think.

And then he kissed me. A kiss loaded with need and urgency, a fire consuming everything in its path. His hands slipped under my shirt and groped my tits without restraint, squeezing, twisting my nipples between his fingers until a rough moan tore out of me. My legs looped around his waist, trapping him against me, while my hips answered by grinding my cunt against the bulge of his pants with urgency. I could feel the cock pressing right where I needed it most, and I rubbed against it without shame, soaking the fabric with my panties’ wetness. His fingers dug into my skin, pinning me against him, and every breath we shared was a sigh of longing.

I unbuttoned my shirt with a wicked little smile, button by button, letting him uncover the bra before I ripped it off myself. He lunged at my breasts with a voracious hunger, as if every second might be the last. He sucked my nipples one after the other, tugging with his teeth, leaving them red and stiff, while I dug my nails into the back of his neck so he wouldn’t stop. His tongue danced in circles, and every lick sent a direct shock to my cunt. I pulled him away by his hair, gently, and his dark eyes, full of desire, pierced me until I trembled. I kept rocking against him, an intimate, urgent motion that fused us together, riding his cock over the uniform.

—Mateo, how’s it going? —his partner asked from the doorway, with an almost innocent curiosity, so far from our fire.

He stopped dead, breathing against my cleavage, his hands digging into my thighs as he searched for words. I, on the other hand, kept rolling my hips against his bulge, provoking him, using the interruption to draw a tight growl out of him.

—All good, Tomás. Wait for me in the car, I’ll be right there —he said firmly, though his voice vibrated with the echo of what he was holding back.

The partner withdrew behind the door, leaving a silence charged with tension.

—Officer Tomás, could you come in? I need your help with something —I replied in a tone that mixed authority and provocation.

—Shhh... miss, keep quiet or I’ll have to gag you —Mateo’s voice ran over every inch of my skin.

—Please... help me —I begged, letting my vulnerability mingle with temptation.

The knob turned and the other officer appeared before us. We were still tangled like two predators, and Mateo kept his uniform intact, a symbol of control that made the transgression all the hotter. I, meanwhile, had my tits out, my soaked panties peeking beneath my half-lowered shorts, and a whore’s smile on my mouth.

—Come on, Mateo... this can’t be happening —Tomás chided, powerless before the tension we were radiating, though the bulge straining his own pants told a different story.

—Get out of here! —Mateo shouted, torn between anger and disbelief.

—Don’t go, officer —I cut in, my voice thick with seduction—. You can join in if you want.

I didn’t know what answer to expect, but the gleam in Tomás’s eyes made it clear the idea was as irresistible as it was dangerous. For the moment he just stood there watching as his partner went back to being obsessed with my breasts. His hungry mouth overflowed with the desire to possess everything I had to offer him.

Mateo held me firmly, as if fearing I might escape, while his tongue drew slow, wet circles around my nipples. He nibbled them, sucked them, let them go with a wet pop only to seize them again. Time seemed to stop; every movement of his was a plea and, at the same time, a conquest. I arched toward him, surrendering to the brush of his lips. I heard him say my name in a hoarse voice and knew we were crossing a line neither of us wanted to step back from.

His hands moved down between my legs, tearing at the fabric with force. He yanked my shorts and panties off in one pull, and the cold air of the shed hit my wet cunt, glossy, swollen from having rubbed it against him so much. Mateo paused for a second, staring at it with a tight jaw and rough breathing, as if he had never seen a cunt so soaked in his life. He shoved two fingers in at once and ripped a cry out of me that bounced off the sheet-metal walls.

—Look at you, you slut... soaked —he growled, moving his fingers inside me with an obscene rhythm, the sloshing audible—. Teasing me all morning, and look how you greet me.

—Shut up and do it right —I shot back between gasps, grabbing his wrist to make him shove them deeper.

Without warning he dropped to his knees and spread my thighs with his hands. The first lick was long and flat, from the entrance of my cunt up to my clit, and I let out a howl. Tomás, leaning against the doorway, was licking his lips without taking his eyes off me, one hand already gripping the bulge in his own pants. Mateo devoured me. He licked, sucked, shoved his tongue deep and pulled it out to go back to the clit with the tip, in quick circles that made my toes curl. I grabbed his head with both hands and rubbed his face against my cunt with no shame at all.

—Like that, you motherfucker, like that... keep sucking me —I moaned, and he answered with a growl vibrating against my wet lips that almost made me come right there.

He couldn’t hold himself back, and I knew how to make him stop trying. I shoved him away, hauled him up by the collar of his uniform, and fumbled with his belt. When I yanked down his pants and boxers, his cock sprang free, thick, hard, the tip reddened and already beaded with precome. My mouth watered. I knelt without thinking, grabbed the base with my hand, and took it all into my mouth in one gulp. He groaned so loudly that Tomás, from the door, swore.

I sucked his cock slowly at first, savoring it, running my tongue along the entire length, pausing at the tip to lick the head as if it were candy. Then I sped up. I took him all the way, choking a little, letting him touch the back of my throat while my other hand stroked his balls. Saliva ran down my chin and soaked his balls. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth, setting the pace, pushing me to the hilt without mercy.

—Swallow it, fuck... swallow it all —he panted, and I obeyed, looking up at him with wet eyes and a smile around his cock.

I brought my face to his neck and tasted his skin with my tongue, listening to his breathing quicken. I bit his earlobe and whispered in broken breaths:

—Officer... is that all you’ve got for me?

He didn’t take even a second to react. He grabbed my waist with overwhelming force, lifted me off the narrow table, spun with me in the air, and set me back on the surface, now bent over and exposed. That made me smile wickedly: I was exactly where I wanted to be. Face down, ass up, legs spread and my dripping cunt on display for both of them.

His big hand traced my hips calmly, as if searching every corner for treasure. He squeezed my ass, parted it with his thumbs to see me all the way through, and I couldn’t help moaning when I felt his tongue pass through my crack, sliding from my cunt up to my ass and back down again. I moved slowly, provoking him, and when I looked over my shoulder I saw his eyes fixed on me, mesmerized.

—Would you like to touch, officer? —I asked the other man in a challenging tone.

Tomás hesitated, but he didn’t have time to decide.

—Don’t you dare take another step —Mateo snapped, his deep voice sounding like a threat—. Get out.

The other one left right away, though not before I caught him winking at me. Mateo’s attitude had changed completely. He was a predator, and I his willing prey. I liked feeling his strength imposing itself, fitting with my own desire.

I slid toward him until our hips collided. That was enough to unleash him. His uniform disappeared from view and before me stood a naked man, imposing, his cock pointed straight at me, shining with my own saliva.

—Get ready, miss —he murmured in a hoarse voice.

He moved behind me, grabbed my hips, and rubbed the head of his cock against the lips of my soaked cunt, up and down, slowly, torturing me. I pushed my ass back trying to spear myself on it, but he held me tight, teasing me.

—Put it in already, fuck... put it in —I begged, biting the edge of the table.

He drove in with a hard thrust, all the way, and the air burst out of me in a broken moan. His cock filled me completely, thick, hard, forcing me open. He stayed still for a moment, letting me get used to him, and then he started fucking me as if he hated me and wanted me at the same time. Every thrust made the table creak; the sound of his hips smashing against my ass filled the shed, mixed with the wet slosh of my cunt being driven onto him again and again.

The air filled with gasps and moans. There were no words to explain what I felt; only sounds escaping my throat, high-pitched, unavoidable. Mateo controlled every movement, and I accepted it hungrily, between pleas and muffled laughs. I felt his strength grow as his hands slid up my back and tangled in my hair. He pulled hard, forcing me upright, arching me until my back pressed against his chest without stopping his pumping. His control was absolute. With his other hand he circled my throat, not squeezing, just marking me as his, while he whispered obscenities in my ear.

—Look at me burying it in you, slut... look how that little pussy swallows my cock —he growled, spanking my ass between thrusts—. You’ve been begging me all morning, right?

—Yes... yes, fuck, harder —I answered, reaching for his mouth over my shoulder so I could bite his lips.

He laid me back on the table again, spread my cheeks with his thumbs, and kept fucking me, now faster, more brutal, while he took his thumb to his mouth, wet it with saliva, and pressed it against my asshole until he sank it in. I screamed. A long, shrill scream that crashed against the tin walls. The double sensation dissolved me from the inside; I felt my legs start to tremble uncontrollably.

—More... —I begged almost voicelessly.

He shook his head with a sharp, cutting “no.” And still his movements didn’t stop; they kept up an unrelenting rhythm that made me shake all over. He slid his hand under my belly, found my swollen clit, and started rubbing it in circles, without stopping fucking me or moving his thumb in my ass. It was too much. The orgasm exploded in me all at once, brutal, drawn-out, clenching his cock in spasms that tore a beastly groan from him. The cold seeping through the gaps in the door raised goosebumps on my skin, intensifying every shudder. I begged for more, and he answered with whispered phrases that kept me on the edge of surrender.

—I’m about to come, fuck... where do you want me to put it? —he panted, speeding up even more.

—Inside... come inside, all of it... —I begged, squeezing him with my legs so he wouldn’t pull out.

One more thrust was enough, all the way in, and I felt him convulse against me. His cock swelled even more and filled me with hot spurts, one after another, while he growled my name against my nape, his teeth dug into my shoulder. I kept trembling, with the second orgasm slipping in between the spasms of the first, milking him, wringing out the last drop. The tension built until it broke us, leaving us exhausted and breathless.

He came out slowly, and I felt a warm thread of semen slide down my thigh. We stayed there a moment, wrapped in a thick silence, skin stuck together with sweat. Then he stroked my arm with a surprisingly gentle gesture.

—At least tell me your name —he asked with a tired smile.

—Marina —I answered as I gathered my clothes, still feeling his come sliding inside me.

—I’ll find you, Marina —he whispered with a trace of nostalgia.

***

I left in a hurry and nearly tripped when I ran into Tomás at the corner of the shed. His face was red and his fly badly readjusted; I had no doubt what he’d been up to while waiting.

—Sorry —I said, out of breath.

—Are you okay? —he asked, genuinely concerned, though his eyes dropped for a second to my thigh, where a traitorous drop was still glistening.

—Yes, thanks —I replied before hurrying away.

The kilometers back home felt short amid memories of what had happened. I ran with my cunt still throbbing, feeling the semen slipping between my legs with every stride, and an idiotic smile kept escaping me on its own. I arrived sweaty, exhausted, my mind burning. When I stepped inside, the music and laughter brought me back to normal.

—Diego, I’m back! —I shouted from the door.

There was a party in the garden: music, alcohol, and several friends gathered together.

—Come take a dip, Marina! —Carla, my brother’s girlfriend, called out to me.

—I’m tired, I’m going upstairs for a while. See you later —I replied, before disappearing up the stairs with a smile nobody could quite understand.