¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

1.10

I chuckled at her laugh, getting ready for another sip when she stood up, taking the beer from my hand. Her jacket was thrown by my side, leaving her only in her thin tank top. The next thing I knew, I watched her with wide eyes as she poured the beverage down her neck.

''Oh no!'' she exclaimed dramatically, ''I hope there is no hot bad policeman around.''

She raised the bottle to her lips, taking a long sip before letting the rest of the liquid run down her chin. My penny-pincher heart didn't even tremble as I watched her waste the booze. It was too focused on pumping the blood to all the wrong places with my eyes glued to her nipples.

She licked her lips with her hands tugged around the bottom of her shirt '' 'Cause I got myself all wet, and I don't want to get sick, so I'd have to take it off,'' she spoke loudly.

Her lips spread widely, as I was planning on doing with her legs a few moments later. But for now, she was watching me with newly found lust in her eyes. And I was quite into that spark there. Especially when I knew I could blow it just enough to turn the spark into a fire. But who knew, maybe my luck would turn, and she would be the one blowing the spark. Or at least my dick.

Twirling the handcuffs around my fingers, I watched her slowly pull her shirt up before quickly turning her back and taking it off. She gazed at me over her shoulder with her hand wrapped around her chest. And I got to admit, I liked that look in her eyes, and what the liquor did to her. She was fun, and I liked fun, her too.

''Miss,'' I breathed out, standing up from my spot ''you're violating the law.''

She had that little fantasy going on, and I didn't mind playing along.

''I have to arrest you.'' I changed my accent to American, walking closer to her.

She laughed before getting back in role with her brows squeezed together and her lips - pouted innocently. ''But sir you're also violating the law,'' she said slowly with wide Bambi eyes.  But before I could ask her how I was doing that, she turned her body towards me, taking her hand down by her side. And I was a simple man that couldn't control the movement of his eyes. If something was enough to take my breath away, I couldn't just look the other way, now, could I?

In my case, her breasts were breathtaking. And there was no doubt she saved the breast of her performance for last. They were... exquisite. And they had the perfect shade between pink and brown. They were dark enough to look exotic and pink enough to remind you of that fever-virgin summer. But even with that pureness, she had some edge to it. It was like a Texas chick getting an apple tattoo the first time she visited New York City. In her case, there were two shrunk, almost closed, holes near her nipples.

''I'm a minor, and you're looking at my good girl parts, mister policeman.''

''Oh, you're anything but good,'' I muttered under my breath.

''Excuse me?''

Dazed, I looked back at her face. A small smile and cherry-wide eyes were looking back at me, as I was trying to keep my hands to myself with the view before me. Clearing my throat, I spoke in character again ''Hands, miss.''

With a frown, she gave me her wrists. I unlocked the handcuffs, ready to put them on her when she lowered her face, stopping me from doing so. ''Am I making you horny, Stiles?'' her voice was soft in contrast with her filthy words ''I bet your girlfriend can't make you as hard as you're going to be by the end of this.''

She was speaking so confidently with the most innocent eyes she has given me since we met. And it was true. She was making me hard but so did Aiden. She was setting the bar, and if I wasn't as hard as she was fantasizing about by the end of it, I knew who would make me. And well, even as much as I was enjoying the intoxicated version of her giving me everything I was asking for, I would die to see the sober version put her ego aside and get on her knees for me, skipping Sunday Church to cry out God's name wrapped around my sheets.