Her Two Alphas

Dawn hung in the air over the horizon as car after car zoomed past the two vehicles parked on the shoulder oblivious to the goings-on between the vehicles. Officer Ruiz’s fingers curled in the head of wavy blond hair bent over his cock, his eyes narrowed on the full bosom presented to him.

The slick sounds of slurping filled his ears even as a groan emerged from deep in his throat. The woman bent over him, sucking him deep in her throat, certainly knew what she was doing. Her lips, stained brilliant red wrapped around his cock and pulled it deep into her throat, even while her tongue danced around his flesh, stroking against the veins pulsing under his skin.

She moaned, the sound vibrating around him and shooting a tremor of pleasure through his entire body, and he groaned again, his hips bucking forward so that his cock slid further into her mouth.

“Had some practice with this, have you?” he asked, a smirk crossing his face as he looked down at her through hooded eyes. His wedding band rest forgotten on his finger. What was a quick blow job to him? It wasn’t like his wife would notice. She was too busy applying facial masks at night to preserve her skin to notice if he’d had a random woman suck his dick in order to get out of a speeding ticket.

Nicole looked up at him, her blue eyes deeper than the ocean as she caught his gaze and held it, slipping her mouth off his cock and licking the tip with tantalizing teases.

“You like that stud?” she asked. Her voice was black velvet, caressing him with the lightest touch despite the hint of whiskey on her breath. She’d passed the Breathalyzer test, and the moment he mentioned a ticket for speeding, immediately offered to suck his cock in exchange for a warning.

He grinned down at her, his eyes flashing with need as he curled his fingers in her hair and shoved her back onto his cock. “Yes, girl. Now finish me off. I’m close.”

“Oh, I know,” she told him with a chuckle that coaxed his nerves and sent him spiraling a little closer towards the heaven that awaited his release. He growled, shoving her face toward his cock, grateful when her full lips clasped him like a vice grip and she sucked hard. He thrust himself in and out of her mouth, groaning with pure pleasure even as her hands curled into his belt loops for balance.

To Nicole, this was easy to handle. She’d gone down on a guy for less, and hated the taste of the man in her mouth. This time though, she didn’t mind the taste, and she received pleasure from him as he did her. There was also the thrill that came with the possibility of getting caught. How might it look if someone noticed she was sucking a cop’s cock between their cars? She moaned again, pride at her abilities rising up in her chest as she realized he was about to come.

A small smile appeared on her lips and she pulled harder, milking his release when he finally spurted long and hard into her mouth with a loud groan. She swallowed hard several times, riding out the buck of his hips as he finished and withdrew from her mouth. Cum glistened on her lips as she looked up at him with a pleased smirk. He tucked himself back into his pants, straightening his uniform as he looked down at her, content shining in his eyes.

Her tongue darted out of her mouth and lapped at the cum on her lips, drawing it into her mouth. She raised one finger and wiped the rest off before popping her finger into her mouth and sucking it off. His eyes darkened with desire for a moment, but then it was gone, replaced with a satisfied smirk.

“Get off on getting guys off, do you?” he asked.

“You have no idea,” she murmured.

He nodded at her, a curt jerk of his head. “You’re free to go, Miss Marston. Don’t speed again.”

He jotted down a quick note on the notepad he’d sat down on the hood of his squad car before their excursion, tore off the sheet, and handed it to her.

She took it. “Of course not, officer. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She rose to her feet then and with a last grin his direction and a light wave of her hand, slid around the side of her car and into the driver’s seat when there were no cars flying past.

“Well, that’s that,” she said, reaching across the dashboard to open the glove box and shove the warning inside.

Without a backwards glance, Nicole turned her car on and shifted into drive. She put on her signal, aware of the officer still sitting in his car behind her, and slipped out onto the highway again, proud of her narrow escape with the law.

She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror, pleased with her look. It didn’t appear she’d been out all night, as she had been. Her makeup, which had now been on for about ten hours only needed a quick reapplication to touch it up.

A single glance down told her the state of her outfit demanded a new one before she went clubbing again, but she was pleased with the look overall. The tight black dress looked as if it had been painted on her skin, tight enough that she could see the tight pebbles of her nipples pressed up against the fabric. She laughed aloud, knowing that her thong was still in place despite her usual need for men driving their cocks hard into her pussy each night.

That was the life for Nicole. Drinks, cars, men. It was an un-ending cycle for her. One she never tired of and prayed she never would. It certainly made life interesting for her.

The night before for example. Despite the alcohol in her system, she could remember everything that had occurred.

She’d gone out with the intention of staying out all night. If she found someone to fuck while out, great, but if she didn’t, she’d be happy as long as she had a drink in her hand and good music to dance to.

The music came easy. The DJ played a mix that made her heart pound and her feet move. She had never heard of the DJ before, but from the moment she heard his style, she knew she’d like it.

Drinks were also easy to come by, and not once did she have to buy her own. Thanks to the dress she wore, which hitched up high on her hips so that the smallest bend at her waist left little to the imagination as men noted her lacy thong and more.

With her ass pressed against men’s groins, grinding to the beat of every song, Nicole had enjoyed her night at the club. She usually did, but last night had sent a new fire in her soul. On more than one occasion the men she’d danced with had slipped their hands up her dress, curled around the material of her thong and slid inside her, working her as she danced to the music.

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