the act of running her tongue over her lips as she subconsciously mimicked what she'd like to do to his cock if she had the chance. She stopped herself just in time—or at least she thought she had. Was he smiling because he was remembering his experience with Jessica, or because he’d caught her getting a little carried away with her own fantasies?
If he had, he didn't comment on it.
“Jessica pushed me up against the shower wall and went at my cock like she was starving for it.”
His words sent a shiver of excitement down Laci's back. She could completely understand how Grant could make a woman that voracious. She wanted to eat him up right now herself.
Control yourself, girl.
She took a deep breath, then sat back. “It sounds like Jessica’s the kind of woman who'd excel at deep throating.”
Grant’s laughed softly. “Understatement. After she got my cock good and wet, she took me down her throat over and over until I thought for sure I was going to come no matter how much I fought for control.”
That seemed to be a theme in Jase's story, too. “Is it just me, or are these badge bunnies of yours always trying to make you come before you want to?”
Grant looked at Jase, who shrugged.
“I don't know about that.” Jase made a right turn. “I just think one of the defining traits of a badge bunny is their enthusiasm.”
“I’ll buy that,” Grant agreed. “Jessica wasn't necessarily trying to make me come fast. She simply had a really good time sucking my cock.”
Laci bet she did.
“Of course, Jessica was so talented that I had to cut her deep throat session a little short. This time, I was the one to step under the cold shower—I was that close to coming”"
“Was Jessica disappointed?” Jase asked.
Grant snorted. “Big time. She promised she'd have no problem getting me hard again—which I didn't doubt in the least—but I had plans for her that didn't include coming in her mouth. At least not right away.”
“Did those plans include licking her pussy?” Laci asked hopefully.
Jase smiled at her in the rearview mirror. “Not to get too personal into your sex life Laci, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say having your pussy licked is one of your all-time favorite things.”
Laci froze. She didn't know why—she'd been listening to them talk about sex for half the day. And the other half, she'd been thinking about it. But this was the first time the reporter's microphone had been turned on her, so to speak. She wasn't as comfortable talking about her own sex life as she was theirs. Both men had been so open with her, though, that it didn’t seem fair not to respond. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to tell them that getting her pussy licked was definitely high on her list of sack-session must-haves.
She gave him them a coy look. “I don’t know many women who’d say it wasn’t. Do you?”
Jase’s mouth edged up. “Now that you mention it—no.” He glanced at his partner. “Well? Did you give Jessica a seriously good licking?”
“No.”
Grant must have seen Laci's crestfallen expression because he hastened to add, “At least not right away. I wanted her as naked as I was. She was still wearing my shirt—which was soaking wet, by the way. And while it clung to her in all the right places, it had to be damn uncomfortable.”
That was considerate of him. Although Laci bet Jessica wouldn't have complained if Grant dropped down to the wet tile floor with her and buried his face between her legs. Laci sure wouldn’t have.
“Once I got her naked, I lathered up and ran my hands up and down her body, making sure I paid special attention to all the pink parts. Then, after I rinsed her off, I turned her around and pushed her up against the wall with her legs spread and her hands above her head.”
Considering Grant was a cop, that position wasn't unusual—if he was going to arrest Jessica. Laci wasn't sure how Grant could have sex with the woman in that