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Out Of Uniform
(Author Unknown)

    

    Jamie had two problems with sex, neither original. The first was that quick sex was rarely pleasing except on a purely narcissistic level in being able to make her partner's eyes bug out. The second was where to engage in it for a prolonged period of time so she could enjoy it on a physical level, as well.

    She was not enough of a fan of sex to want to go somewhere and spend all evening doing it. Sex was, not to put too fine a point on it, the climax to an evening out (so to speak), not its focus. First came dinner and conversation, then a movie or theater or ... something, and then came sex to wrap things up in a nice, neat package.

    Truth to tell she could do without the sex, most times anyway.

    Diego Cardona felt otherwise, and she was willing to humor him. He was generally a fairly fun guy to have around. He was a year older than her, a firefighter, and had a lithely muscled body and handsome face. He annoyingly macho at times, though, which was why things between them hadn't gone further, and weren't likely to.

    He was, in a way, the opposite of Michael. Where Michael was fussy and precise, Diego was messy and casual. Where Michael was passive, Diego was aggressive. She liked aggressive, of course, and found it very sexy, but only at certain times and in certain ways. She did not need a guy telling her how to run her life or assuming he had the right to make decisions for her.

    Diego was willing to have sex anywhere, any time, for as long as she wanted ??" as long as they did it his way, of course. He was the man, and that was that. But if she was going to have sex towards the end of the evening, and get home in time for there to not be irritating questions asked by her annoyingly intrusive mother, it had to be fairly quick.

    Unless, of course, it was at her place. That meant sneaking him up the stairs, either the front or the back, depending on where her parents were. Sneaking him out again was fairly easy since everyone was usually asleep by then.

    She returned home at ten, leaving Diego outside. She greeted her mother and father, finding the latter in his den paying bills and the former in the kitchen, experimenting with different kinds of rice. Upstairs, she saw the door to Colin's bedroom was closed, with loud music thumping away within.

    Barring bad luck, then, the way was clear. She took out her IPad and texted him to come through, as she made her way back down the stairs to the first floor. He slipped in quickly, closing the door behind, and strolled up the stairs, a faint smile on his face. He might think this was slightly odd, but no man was going to turn down sex because he had to jump through a few hoops first.

    Certainly not one who was going to get to sleep with her.

    She nodded him up and he grinned and followed her. They passed the second floor quickly, and he hesitated on three, then continued, as he followed along behind her, up the stairs to the fourth and her 'apartment' without a door.

    Her bedroom had one, however.

    And it was there his aggressive macho attitude was welcomed.

    As soon as he'd followed her in and closed the door he swung her around and shoved her hard against the door. His lips were on hers in an instant, almost bruising hard as his hands slid roughly through her hair, using the pull to force her head back.

    She was not surprised.  Diego could go from zero to sixty in two seconds flat, as she thought of it, and now that he'd controlled himself to act the suave model of self-restraint he was going to reward himself by going all out and letting his hunger have free reign.

    Sex with Diego could be rough, and bruising ??" and wild and exciting.

    With two floors and Colin's booming stereo separating them from her father she saw no need to urge restraint, either, and her arms slid around him, her hands digging into his ass while their lips fought each other for control in quickly spiraling excitement.

    His nimble hands found the buttons down the front of her blouse before she was really even aware of what he was doing. He drew back sharply, jerking her around and shoving her chest into the wall, then yanked the open blouse back over her shoulder as she gasped in surprise.

    His hand slapped her bottom sharply as she started to instinctively complain, then undid her bra and yanked it open, spinning her around again and filling his hands with her bare breasts as his lips crushed hers once again.

    Her arms went over his shoulders this time, her hands in his hair as their tongues dueled, then she was pulling at his own shirt. In seconds they were naked, and she felt heat rolling up her body as their flesh slid together in rough, uneven motions. He was already hard, and pressed up against her belly as their lips continued to move hungrily together.

    He pulled back suddenly, shoving her against the door again, both of them breathing raggedly. Suddenly he gripped her arm and spun her around again, shoving her face first against the door.

    "Maybe I should search you, cop," he said, "Make sure you got no weapons on you."

    Since she was naked it would be a very quick search, but Jamie wasn't paying much attention to logic, just then.

    "Go ahead," she said, pushing her hips back and leaning forward, hands against the door.

    "Hmmmm," he said, his hands skimming down her back and over her buttocks. "Could be any number of dangerous things on this body."

    She inhaled sharply as his hand followed the curve of her body in between her thighs, cupping her sex and stroking her.

    "This feels like a weapon to me," he said.

    "It won't hurt you," she said.

    She felt his fingers stroking up and down the line of her sex, then his other hand sliding over her hip and up under her left breast. His fingers squirmed up inside her as she closed her eyes and felt the heat deepening, a flush sliding down her face and chest.

    He moved in behind her, and his hardness pushed between her thighs. He reached around her hip and grabbed himself, pulling his shaft up against her sex and stroking slowly back and forth and in and out between her thighs.

    He was using the head to massage her clitoris as his teeth chewed on the nape of her neck, and she closed her eyes, grinding her buttocks into him until he gripped her hair and jerked it back. She gasped, eyes widening, her hands going up and back behind her to grasp his wrist.

    He was being more aggressive than usual, and a part of her was thrilled by it, getting more aroused than normal. Another part of her was indignant, but not really in control at the time.

    He shoved her into the door, which, given her position, meant her breasts into the door, making them ache as they pillowed out.

    "Tell me you want my cock!" he growled, his fingers thrusting deeper inside her.

    "I-I... do!" she gasped.

    He pulled back and slapped her bottom, which was still pushed back, and she gasped in surprise, then felt a swirl of heat up through her lower belly.

    "Say it!"

    "I... want your cock!" she groaned.

    He spun her around roughly and his right hand shot between her legs again as his left shot up under her jaw, pinning her head back. She gasped, his fingers penetrating her once again, roughly. She was surprisingly wet, though, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as his hand closed around her throat.

    "Say it again."

    Jamie could feel her head pulsing as he closed his hand more tightly. He wasn't interfering with her breathing, but his fingers were pressing against the carotid arteries on either side of her neck. Then his thumb began to rapidly stroke across her clitoris.

    Something caused her to restrain her natural impulses to push him back, or to use any of the numerous self-defense methods she knew to knock his hand away from her throat. She dropped her arms to her sides, instead, shuddering as the heat rose much higher than she was used to. He sank a third finger into her body and she moaned, feeling herself stretched.

    "Say it!"

    "I-I want your cock!" she gasped.

    "Where?"

    "Inside me!"

    Her hips were grinding helplessly against his fingers and Jamie felt a sense of wonder as she realized she was near orgasm! She rarely came quickly, at least, not without using her own imagination and sex toys.

    He gripped her upper arms in a firm, tight embrace, then backed up, pulling her with him, his arms in tight against his body. He turned her around, his eyes intense and filled with hunger, turned her, and half threw her onto the bed, then he was atop her, and in her, and she cried out in aching pleasure, throwing her arms around him.

    His hands gripped her hair roughly, jerking her head back as his lips came down hard. She tasted blood but didn't care. His hips were already rising and falling, faster and faster, and she drew her knees up and then let them fall apart, crying out weakly, and fighting to keep her voice down as the intensity of the pleasure sent heat rolling up and down her body.

    The feel of him moving inside her was intoxicating, a dark, thrilling sense of heat, desire, need and passion sweeping over her as she cried out into his open mouth, and the orgasm took her.