Chapter 6 A SEXUAL INTERROGATION PART 2
'From Rico's... that pawn shop in the alley. Cash deal, no questions.' His words came out in grunts, timed with our rhythm.
The cell was getting hotter, the air thick with the smell of our sweat and sex. I could hear the squelching sounds of my wet pussy taking his cock over and over. My inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing tighter as I built toward my peak.
'Everything, Blade. The whole plan,' I said, throwing my head back, my long hair whipping across my back.
He was breathing heavy, his face red and sweaty. 'We... we scouted it for weeks. Cased the bank every day. I drove the car, Tommy grabbed the bags. We split at the bridge.'
It all poured out, just like I wanted.
I slammed down one last time, hard, and my orgasm hit me like a wave. My pussy clenched deep around his cock, pulsing as I shook on top of him. Juices leaked out, soaking his balls. He couldn't hold back— with a deep groan, he came too, his cock throbbing as he shot hot cum into me, filling my depths with spurt after spurt. I kept riding slow, milking every drop, until we both slowed down, panting like we'd run a marathon.
Finally, I lifted off him, feeling his warm cum trickle out of my pussy and down my inner thigh, making my skin sticky. I adjusted my panties, trapping some of it inside, and reached for my bra, hooking it back on. My tits were still heaving, nipples sensitive from his mouth.
'See? That wasn't so bad,' I said, unlocking the cuff from the wall but leaving the other one on his wrist. He slumped against the bench, looking worn out and defeated. I had what I needed, but as I bent to pick up my skirt, I realized there might be more. The bosses upstairs wouldn't approve, but down here, it was just us. Rules could wait.
I straightened up, still topless, my breasts out and bouncing as I moved. 'Hold on, one more round,' I told him, climbing back onto his lap. His cock was going soft, slick with our mess, but I wrapped my hand around it and stroked gently, feeling it stiffen again under my fingers. It didn't take long—he was ready. This time, I turned around, facing away from him, my back to his chest. I reached down, guiding his hard cock back to my entrance. My pussy was still swollen and wet, easy to slide into. I lowered myself, taking him all in one go, gasping at the angle—it hit different, deeper somehow.
I started bouncing, my ass cheeks jiggling against his stomach with each drop. The bench creaked under our weight, metal groaning like it might break.
'Now, the alarm—how'd you get past it?' I asked, reaching back with both hands to spread my ass cheeks wider, letting him see where we joined. He slapped my right cheek lightly, the sting making me yelp, but it turned into a moan as pleasure shot through me. 'We... cut the wire. Under the sidewalk out front. Easy fix with a knife.' His voice was hoarse, but he answered.
I rode him harder, my tits flopping forward, unseen but feeling heavy and free. Sweat dripped down my spine, pooling at the base where our bodies met. His free hand roamed up my back, then down to squeeze my hip, helping guide me. The wet sounds were louder now, my pussy slurping around his thrusting cock.
'The masks you wore—where from?' I pressed, clenching my muscles to squeeze him tight.
'That cheap costume store... downtown on Main. Bought 'em with cash, no ID.' He thrust up sharply, making me bounce higher.
Every detail felt intense: the way his shaft dragged along my sensitive walls, the fullness stretching me, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. My clit throbbed with each grind, building that fire again.
'Any other heists? Don't lie,' I said, my voice demanding even as I panted. I clenched harder, and he bucked wildly.
'Yeah... the liquor store on Elm last month. Quick in and out, small take. Split it with Tommy.' That was gold—another case I could close.
We kept going like that, my body moving up and down, ass rippling with the force. I reached between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles to push myself over. The pleasure coiled tight in my belly, then exploded. I came hard, my pussy spasming around him, walls milking his cock. He grunted and filled me again, cum shooting deep as I ground down. When it passed, I stayed on him a minute, catching my breath, feeling his heart pound against my back.
But I wasn't done yet. There was always more to uncover. I slid off, his cum leaking out more now, running down my legs in warm trails. I turned to face him again, seeing his eyes glazed but still fighting a bit.
'Let's keep talking,' I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. The floor was hard and cold on my skin, but I didn't mind. His cock hung semi-hard, shiny with our fluids.
I leaned in, taking the head into my mouth, tasting the salty mix of us. I sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the tip, then took more, bobbing my head.
He groaned, his free hand tangling in my hair.
'The getaway route—details,' I mumbled around him, popping off just to ask before sucking again.
'We... took the back alleys, avoided the main roads. Ditched the car in the river.' I deep-throated him, feeling him hit the back of my throat, gagging a little but pushing through. My tits pressed against his thighs as I worked, nipples scraping the denim.
I sucked harder, hand stroking the base, until he was fully hard again. Then I stood, turning and bending over the bench, hands on the edge for support.
'From behind now. Tell me about the vault,' I said, wiggling my ass invitingly. He stood as far as the cuff allowed, lining up and thrusting into my dripping pussy. The angle was rough, his hips slamming against my ass, making it jiggle. 'Drilled it... quiet tool from online. Took ten minutes.' Each word punctuated by a deep plunge.
He fucked me steady, cock going in and out, balls slapping my clit. I pushed back, meeting him, my breasts swinging like pendulums. Sweat poured off us, the cell reeking of raw need.
'Accomplices? Anyone else?' I moaned, close again. 'Just Tommy... swear.'
He reached around, fingers finding my clit, rubbing clumsy but effective. That sent me over, orgasm ripping through me, pussy clamping down. He pulled out at the last second, cum splattering my ass cheeks, hot and messy.
We collapsed, me on the bench beside him, both exhausted. I wiped myself with my discarded blouse, then dressed slowly, every movement aching in a good way. Red marks dotted my hips and breasts from his grips, my pussy sore but satisfied. As I buttoned up, I had it all: names, places, plans.
'You're done, Blade. Thanks for the chat,' I said, cuffing him properly to the bench. I left the cell, legs shaky, but with a full confession and a secret thrill buzzing in my veins. Being a detective sure had its wild side.