Rosa Confronts Jake Alone

10:25 AM

You’re at your desk trying (and failing) to look busy when a shadow falls over you.

“Peralta. Supply closet. Now.”

Rosa’s voice is low, dangerous, and leaves zero room for argument. She doesn’t wait for a response, just turns and walks toward the back hallway. Your stomach flips with a mix of fear and filthy excitement as you follow her.

The second you step into the supply closet, Rosa slams the door shut and locks it. She spins around, grabs you by the shirt, and shoves you hard against the shelves. Bottles of cleaning supplies rattle behind you.

“You think you’re slick?” she growls, eyes burning into yours. “I sat in your fucking cum, Peralta. I felt it soaking through my jeans the second I sat down. Warm. Thick. Disgusting.”

She steps closer, her face inches from yours. You can smell her - leather, faint sweat, and something darker.

“I rubbed it between my fingers,” she continues, voice dropping even lower. “Then I tasted it. Salty. Still fresh. You blew a fat load all over my chair and had Santiago grind her slutty pussy in it before I sat down.”

Your cock is instantly rock hard.

Rosa notices. Her hand shoots down and grabs you roughly through your pants, squeezing hard.

“You’re sick,” she says, but there’s heat in her voice. “Both of you. And now I’ve got your cum all over my ass and thighs because of your little game.”

She squeezes tighter, almost painfully.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Rosa says, lips brushing your ear. “You’re going to drop your pants right now. You’re going to get on your knees and lick every drop of what’s left on my chair off my jeans. Then you’re going to eat my pussy and ass until I cum on your face.”

She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, a cruel little smirk on her lips.

“And if you do a good enough job… I won’t tell Holt you two have been turning the entire precinct into your personal cum dumpster. I might even join your disgusting little game.”

Rosa releases your cock and steps back. She leans against the shelves, spreads her legs slightly, and stares at you expectantly.

“Clock’s ticking, Peralta. Get on your fucking knees.”

You drop instantly.

Rosa turns around, braces her hands on a shelf, and pushes her ass back toward your face. The dark wet patch on the seat of her tight jeans is obvious. She reaches back, grabs you by the hair, and pulls your face roughly into her ass.

“Lick.”

You drag your tongue across the fabric, tasting the salty, musky mix of your own dried cum mixed with the faint flavor of Rosa. She lets out a low, satisfied growl and grinds back against your mouth.

“Deeper, you fucking pervert. Get it all.”

You work your tongue desperately over the fabric while Rosa reaches down and starts rubbing her pussy through her jeans, breathing heavier.

After a minute she yanks her jeans and underwear down in one rough motion, exposing her perfectly round, caramel ass and shaved pussy. Both are still shiny with traces of your cum.

“Use your tongue properly now,” she orders, pulling your face between her cheeks. “Eat my ass while I think about how I’m going to use both of you later.”

You bury your tongue in Rosa’s tight asshole without hesitation, moaning into her as she rides your face. She’s soaking wet.

Rosa laughs darkly, grinding harder.

“Fuck… Amy really corrupted you, huh?” she groans. “Good. Because tomorrow, I’m sitting on Holt’s face while you fill my ass. But right now? You’re gonna make me cum like the **** little cum-rag you are.”

She reaches back and holds your head in place as her thighs start to shake.