“These late Friday nights have killed my social life,” Mel complained once Paul hung up the phone after finally persuading his wife to go back to sleep.
Danny grabbed the file on their most recent case and handed it to her, making sure his phone was on. “Come on, lemme give you a ride. You can pretend we’re on a date.”
“How pathetic am I that I think that’s a sweet idea?” she said, tucking her gun in its holster on her hip.
But out in the hallway, Mel let him know it was anything but.
“Are you trying to get us fired?” She asked as she whopped him upside the back of his head.
Feigning innocence, Danny stepped into the elevator and rubbed his injured skull. “Why, whatever do you mean, Red?”
With her hands on her hips, Mel could only gawk. Was he serious? “The date comment, Danny. We work with profilers, some of the best in the business. One of them is going to catch on, someday soon.”
That trademark smirk plastered on his face, Danny turned to place his big hands over hers and yanked her forward into the space between his open legs. Answering with a lecherous waggle of his brows he said, “Huh. Now, that has interesting possibilities written all over it. Possibilities that I hadn't even thought of. Oooh! Maybe it’ll be FBI Barbie. Think she’d have her cuffs with her? Maybe take us in?
Dragging one hand free she stuck her index finger in one of his belt loops to jerk him closer, and pressed her ample breasts against his chest. “In your dreams G-Man,” she retorted with a smile.
“Oh, and what lovely dreams they be,” he added.
They were laughing so hard that the two barely had time to break apart before the doors opened with a cheerful ping.
“So, you wanna get something to eat before we head over there? We could maybe stop by Dugan's?” Danny asked as they walked to the SUV.
Thinking on it for a brief moment, Mel answered, “No. I don’t think Rebecca is one of those girls that take all night to get dressed up.”
“What? You mean some of you don’t?”
“Ha, ha. Keep it up funnyman and see what else you don’t get.”
He placed his left hand over his heart as he opened the door for Mel with the other. Danny's eyes were laughing but his tone seemed serious as he aped her earlier comment, “Are you trying to kill me? No food and no sex? Perish the thought!”
The woman could only shake her head in amusement as she climbed in, being sure to give her partner a nice view of her ass as he shut the door behind her. Without missing a beat, she reached over and unlocked his door; an even more telling testament to their comfort with each other, Danny pulled on the handle, having fully expected her to do so.
He slid into the seat next to her asking, “So, really? No time for food?”
Mel gave him a sweet, indulgent smile, ran her fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck and said, “Ok, you can buy me a burrito at the Roach Coach on the corner.”
Shoving the truck in gear and pulling out of the parking lot, Danny grinned. “Now we’re talking!”
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15 minutes later, both agents had scarfed their food, tossed their wrappers out the open windows into the trash bins, and were back on the 405 headed for the sting destination.
Mel’s one complaint as she looked at her partner was that, considering Danny was what one called a “man’s man,” he couldn’t drive for shit. Her grandma drove faster than he did. Not that they were in a hurry; she figured Rebecca was getting ready just about now, and between that, the drive time, and a good hour, minimum, to pull off the operation…they still had plenty of time before they were needed. But, they’d rather be safe than sorry. No one wanted Rebecca to be at the hands of another pervert for any time longer than was absolutely necessary to nail the son of a bitch.
Quickly glancing at the speedometer she rolled her eyes, and the feisty red head decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally. Unbuckling her safety belt, she reached over and grabbed Danny’s crotch, squeezing ever so slightly.
Singing along with the music, Danny didn’t notice her movement until he felt her hand, firm and strong, between his legs. He sat up a little straighter, hoping to give his dick a little more room.
“Uh, Mel? If you do that too hard neither of us is gonna have fun with it for a while.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that Danny boy,” She responded with a smirk and squeezed just a tiny bit more. When she noticed that his foot got a little more leaden when she did that, Mel added her other hand, tucking it under his balls. Then she squeezed that hand a little, too.
Danny let loose a slight yelp but didn’t drag her hands away, which he could have done if he’d wanted to. Instead, his foot involuntarily pressed a little harder on the gas pedal.
“Shit!” He yelled and jerked the wheel to the right quickly; the tires made a slight squeal as they clung to the pavement with him going close to 90 mph. “Almost made me miss the 101 with you doing that.”
Pouting slightly, Mel looked up into his eyes and pressed her breasts against his arm. “I could stop, if you want me to.”
“Now, I didn’t say nothing about that.” Clearly, Danny was not a stupid man.
The saucy red-head smiled and went back to squeezing. Only, this time—it didn’t have the desired effect. He was paying more attention to his speed, no doubt afraid to miss the turn off. Mel flicked her eyes to the readouts on the dash, noticed the speedometer read 62, and was not pleased.
Grinning impudently, she slowly pulled down the zipper on his pants and pulled out the semi hard cock.
“Mel…”
“Shut up, Danny and just drive, will you?”
When her warm mouth closed over the sensitive head, Danny’s foot practically floored the pedal. Gripping the steering wheel, and trying hard to pay attention to the road, his eyes continuously darted up and to the sides, looking in all of his mirrors, afraid he was going to get pulled over as she sucked him off there in the car. But he never once thought to slow down.
Letting go of the wheel with his right hand, Danny reached to wrap it in her hair and help her along. But then he remembered how she hated that; so, gliding into the HOV lane he wrapped his hand under her blouse and tweaked her nipple as she went to town on his cock. Leaning back a bit, he stretched his left leg out and rested the back of his head on the head rest and watched her titian curls as they bobbed in his peripheral vision. Mel was so very good at this. Better than good; you know a woman with a smart mouth has got to be good at using it for other things. Well, this was her ‘other thing.’
The noises she was making as she spit on the tip and hummed her way back down almost made him come alone; the vibrations of said noises were pushing him that much closer. Danny took a deep breath trying to prolong the torture a bit, pulled his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the wheel in a death grip.
Mel could tell they were going well over 100 and murmured a warning, but she was doubtful he heard it and honestly couldn’t care. Doctors were notoriously bad eaters and chronic smokers; a good number of cops covering robbery/homicide were closet kleptomaniacs; well, she was a federal agent who busted perverts but got off on the thrill of having sex in public. Never too public--she did have an image and job to protect; but if a semi truck came by right now, they’d see her ass up in the air and her head bobbing like a jackhammer. Shit, she might even earn a good, long yank on the chain, the horn a loud message of approval and appreciation.
And that thought made her hornier than hell.
So she doubled her efforts, sucking him with long hard pulls that hollowed out her cheeks and made his thighs quiver. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she added the friction of her palm slicked up with her saliva.
Mel knew he was close. His legs were stiff and so were his arms, as if he were a greenhorn driver bracing for a crash, and his breath came in ragged puffs and gasps. Danny’s body shifted up suddenly and she felt the violent swerve to the right. She heard car horns blaring, California drivers venting their anger at such overly aggressive driving--but didn’t let up; instead, she ran her index finger through the trail of spit left in his pubic hair, wetting it well. Then she stuck it in her mouth, pressed it close to his dick, and scooped out more saliva.
And with a twinkle in her eye she pushed her hand into his pants, up under his scrotum and pressed that slicked up finger right against his puckered hole.
“Oh. God. Mel,” he moaned.
If she didn’t have her mouth full she would have laughed at how easily he let her slip it in.
Pressing against his prostrate she rubbed her blunt fingertip back and forth and Danny’s hips rose and fell pressing his crotch into her face, rhythmically in time with her hand.
Once again she felt the car jerk to the right, the tires squealing with the effort to remain in contact with the asphalt as he exited at Vine Street…and again as he sped carelessly into the stream of traffic.
Slamming on the brakes at the red light as he waited to turn left onto Sunset Boulevard, Danny wrapped his hands in her hair, pressed her head down and came hard, emptying his load into her eagerly sucking mouth.
As she cleaned his cock with her tongue, lapping greedily at the wayward drops of come, the astonished man wrestled to control his breathing. He closed his eyes and rested his head completely back on the head rest to wait for his hands to stop shaking.
A few moments later, Danny eased the SUV onto Sunset, thanking whatever deity controlled the lights in LA that this had been a long red one. He pulled into a open parking spot without a thought to the rareness of finding one here on a weekend night, and shut off the car. Mel raised her head and returned to her seat, grinning lopsided and looking very pleased with herself. Turning the key forward, Danny left the power on and raised the windows, enshrouding them in the darkness that Government-tinted windows provided.
Eyes heavy lidded, he shifted around in his seat and leaned against the car door. As he threw his arm over the back of his seat he looked at Mel and she knew when his eyes were that color--that blue even in the darkness--she was either in for the full force of his anger…
Or, for the ride of her life.
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