A Couple Days Later

Rikki’s lungs burned in the best way as her feet pounded against the pavement, rhythm syncing with the dull thrum of music in her ears. The sun was just starting to dip, casting a warm, golden haze across the streets of the city. She wore charcoal-grey workout tights, high-waisted and showed off her ass. A black sports bra kept her boobs from flailing about as she ran. She’d been avoiding Finn since the fight at the docks, giving her bruises time to heal, so he wouldn’t ask questions. She ran no-where in particular she just needed to get out and moving. The night at the docks had been a reminder that she was rusty and needed to get back in shape.

When she finally slowed, breath ragged and sweat cooling on her skin, she blinked and realized where her legs had taken her. She was on Devin’s street. Her heart gave a little jolt. A coincidence? Maybe. Or maybe not. Rikki cursed under her breath, hands on her hips, chest still rising and falling. She should turn around. She should finish the run. She should go home and ice her bruises. But instead, her feet moved forward. She crossed the street slowly and climbed the stairs to Devin’s apartment.

I shouldn’t be her.

That was the thought going through Rikki’s head as she knocked on his door.

Devin opened it a moment later, shirtless, wearing a pair of boxers and surprise on his face.

“Rikki?” he blinked, rubbing at his eyes.

“Can I come in?” she asked. He stepped aside immediately.

“Yeah, of course.”

Rikki sank onto the couch slowly, hiding the grimace that came with the motion.

“I, uh…” she started, then paused. “I heard what happened at the docks.”

Devin stiffened.

“Yeah. It was bad. I mean, I didn’t see the worst of it. I was supposed to be keeping guard but first chance I got I hid. The shit they were getting, they weren’t just guns anymore, Rikki. That tech was something else.”

“You did the right thing calling me,” she said gently.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, what if someone died because I kept my mouth shut?”

“You saved lives, Devin,” she assured him. “You made a hard call but it was the right one. Because of you I was able to get a hold of the police.”

“But the cops didn’t even show up.”

Her chest tightened. “I know. But they got someone else.”

He didn’t notice the weight of those words, only nodded. “Right, Nightingale. She’s amazing. Like the most bad ass woman ever. What happened with the Supplier?”

“He got away but I’m sure they’ll track him down soon.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the low hum of the fridge filling the quiet. Finally, Devin turned back to her.

“So why’d you come here?” he asked. “Like you could’ve just messaged me.”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I guess… I wanted to let you know that I’m proud of you.”

Their eyes met, something unspoken hanging between them. Guilt swelled in Rikki’s chest.

I shouldn’t be here.

The silence stretched. A tension built. Devin closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire coursing through her. Rikki's lips parted, a silent invitation that Devin accepted without hesitation.

Before she could think about the consequences Rikki started to kiss him back. Their mouths collided with a hunger that startled her, weeks of tension snapping all at once. Rikki's mind raced with the implications of what was happening, the forbidden nature of it all only serving to stoke the fire that was building within her. She knew she should stand up, walk out, and never look back. But as Devin's hands inched higher, lifting her sports bra over her head, she found herself unable to move, her body betraying her with its eager response. Devin's eyes were dark with desire as he revealed her breasts, nipples already hard and aching for his touch. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the swell of her cleavage, his tongue darting out to taste her skin.

Rikki let out a soft moan, her hands moving to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished attention on her chest. Devin took one tit into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until Rikki was arching off the couch, a stream of curses falling from her lips.

"Fuck, Devin... we shouldn't..."

"But we are," he murmured against her skin, moving to lavish her other breast with the same attention. Rikki's hips bucked as Devin's hand found its way between her legs, his fingers tracing the soaked fabric of her tights.

"You're so wet," he growled, the sound sending a thrill through her. "Is this all for me?" In response, Rikki reached down, grabbing the waist of her tights and pulled them down, exposing herself to her parolee. Devin hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Once she was bare before him, Devin buried his face between her thighs, his tongue parting her folds and delving into her pussy. Rikki cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair as he licked and sucked at her most sensitive areas. Devin was relentless, his tongue circling her clit before plunging back into her wetness.

Rikki's orgasm built quickly, her body tightening as she neared the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," she gasped, but Devin didn't stop, his fingers joining his tongue as he drove her over the edge. Rikki's climax ripped through her, her body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Devin continued to lap at her, drawing out her orgasm until she was limp and panting on the couch. But Rikki was far from satisfied. She wanted more, needed more. She sat up, her eyes locking onto Devin's as she reached for his waist band.

"Stand up," she ordered, her voice husky with desire. Devin obeyed, standing before her as she freed his cock from his boxers. It was thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Rikki wrapped her hand around it, stroking him from base to tip as Devin groaned with pleasure. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him, the salty tang of his precum making her pussy clench with need. Rikki took him into her mouth, sucking deeply as she worked her hand in tandem with her lips. Devin's hips moved in rhythm with her movements, his hands gripping her hair as she bobbed up and down on his dick.

"Fuck, Rikki," he grunted, his voice strained. "Your mouth feels so damn good."

Rikki hummed in response, the vibrations making Devin curse under his breath. She released him with a pop, standing up and pressing her body against his.

"I want you," she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. In response Devin grabbed her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, his eyes raking over her naked form. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Rikki's legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness, teasing her as she squirmed beneath him.

"Please, Devin," Rikki begged, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I don’t care if it’s inappropriate anymore, I need you inside me."

With a thrust of his hips, Devin entered her. Rikki gasped at the sensation, her nails digging into his skin as he began to move within her. Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. Rikki wrapped her legs around Devin's waist, pulling him deeper as he fucked her. Devin's hand moved between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Rikki cried out, the sensation of his thickness stretching her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Rikki's moans grew louder, her squeals of pleasure echoing off the walls of the apartment as Devin fucked her with an intensity that left her trembling. She could feel the pressure building within her, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to unravel with each powerful thrust.

"You're so fucking tight," Devin growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he drove into her again and again.

"Cum for me, Rikki," Devin commanded, his voice ragged with need. "I want to feel you cum on my cock." Rikki's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She screamed Devin's name, her pussy clenching around his cock as she rode out the intensity of her climax.

Devin wasn't far behind. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rikki felt the heat of his cum filling her, a sensation that sent aftershocks of pleasure through her spent body. They lay there in the aftermath, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Rikki couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so completely satisfied, so utterly fulfilled. She fell asleep quickly after that and when she did, it was the best sleep she’d had in weeks.