An Officer and a Bookworm
Sammy Bryant (Southland) x female reader
Summary: After a chance meeting in a bookstore, you and Officer Sammy Bryant start falling for each other. After some hesitation, you finally share a night of passion for more than just books.
TW/CW: MDNI 18+ / Smut / Explicit descriptions of sex (fm) including p in v, oral / Mentions of Cormac McCarthy
Notes: Taking a break from my longer Pitt/Animal Kingdom crossover series to just write some smutty smut smut about my boy Sammy who occupies as much of my brain as Pope and Jack, but hasn’t been paid the proper attention by me. I’ll probably do a lot of smutty Sammy one-offs in between the longer, heavier stuff to help me keep my own sanity.
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You’re waiting for Officer Sammy Bryant to get off shift and come over for dinner.
You’ve always had a thing for men in uniform and somehow the very first time you laid eyes on him, you just knew he was a cop even though he was in civilian clothes. Cops always carried themselves a little differently.
You first met him in a bookstore of all places and you saw him looking at books by Cormac McCarthy. He was looking at the back cover of “Blood Meridian”.
“That’s a…choice. Especially for an officer.”
Sammy looked at you surprised. He smiled that warm, almost goofy smile of his, but his brows were furrowed in confusion.
“No,” you answered, smiling back.
“How did you know I’m a cop?”
“I didn’t know for sure. There’s something…authoritative about you.”
You see him blush a little and it makes your stomach do flips. You smile back at him. “But then I thought, I must be wrong because I don’t feel like many cops read Cormac McCarthy.”
“A friend suggested him to me. I bought Outer Dark a while ago…”
“Yeesh,” you say and take a step closer to him.
“Yeah I know. Honestly, I still haven’t finished it. Thought this one might be better.”
“Well a lot of people do consider it a masterpiece, but… are you sure you don’t want to start off with something more conventional? Like No Country for Old Men?”
“Nah I saw the movie so I figured the book probably wouldn’t hold my interest after that.”
Sammy looks you up and down and you see him bite his lip for a moment as his eyes reach your breasts. It’s just for a second and he very quickly raises his eyes back to a respectable level.
You notice his freckles and his curls and when he bites his lip you feel something pulse between your legs.
The black leather jacket he was wearing fit him so well you were wondering if he actually had it tailored. You also couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his jeans before raising your own eyes back to a respectable level.
You spoke a little more and he decided he would try “Blood Meridian” despite your warnings. He asked for your number and you obliged.
You thought about him that night in the shower. His smile, his freckles, and auburn curls. His bulge. His jeans straining against his thick thighs.
You imagined what Sammy would look like, naked and wet in the shower with you. You imagined his cock, thick like his thighs, stretching you from behind as he kissed your neck.
You kept the shower head aimed at your clit until you came.
To your surprise, when you picked up your phone after getting out of the shower, he had already texted:
“Can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Sorry this is Sammy. The cop. We met in the bookstore.”
“Can I meet you somewhere for lunch tomorrow?”
You smile at the awkwardness and text back.
“That sounds nice. I have an idea for a place.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too.”
You smile and bite your lip at the thought of him. You finish wrapping your towel around you when your phone buzzes again.
“See you tomorrow, bookworm”
You blush at the nickname as you get ready for bed.
Your lunch date the next day was nice. You both were a little shy face to face.
Still, he was so sweet and he made you laugh. He was working so you got to see him in his uniform, which he filled out very nicely.
The waitress at the diner you chose couldn’t keep her eyes off of him, but he, thankfully, kept his eyes on you.
“So…did you start reading Blood Meridian?” you ask as you waited for your order.
“Yeah. It’s pretty good. You know…so far anyway.”
You stared at him for a while before he finally broke.
“I read like a few pages,” he laughed and you laughed even louder.
“Yeah. I mean it’s just kind of fucking bleak and depressing…and just weird.”
You decided you loved his laughter and by the way he looked at you across the table, you were pretty sure he felt the same about you.
You decided to have dinner together the next night and you learned a little more about each other. Sammy had gotten out of a toxic relationship with Tammy and his divorce was finally finalized, but he still shared custody of his kid, Nate, with her.
You could tell he was broken up about not having more time with his kid. You reached across the table and squeezed his hand and offered a comforting smile.
Sammy continued to call you Bookworm, which you loved, and you called him Officer Bryant whenever you wanted to see him flustered.
He always opened the door for you, pulled out the chair for you, walked on the outside of the sidewalk and never walked faster than you.
The drive home was filled with longing looks at each other, hands on thighs, flirting exchanges, and laughter.
The date ended with a kiss at your front door. The kiss was hungry and lingering and you wanted Sammy badly, but you weren’t sure how ready he was after Tammy broke his heart and you didn’t want to rush things and lose him.
When the kiss ended and you didn’t suggest he come in, he awkwardly left in a hurry. You felt like you made a big mistake.
You texted him a few minutes after he left.
He texted back a thumbs up.
You spent the day cleaning up your house and taking a long shower and shaving almost everything.
You did your hair and put on a little bit of makeup. You made an easy pasta dish with some garlic bread.
You slip into a very nice matching set that you weren’t sure you were ever going to have a use for and over that you put on a very soft, comfortable, sweater that draped off of your shoulder and really accentuated your tits.
Finally your phone buzzes:
Your pulse quickens and you put a little heart on his text.
You do some finishing touches and before you know it, there’s a knock at the door. You peek out and see Sammy standing there, looking nervous with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. You smile again at his sweetness.
You open the door and he gets that big goofy grin on his face.
“Looking good, bookworm,” he says.
“You too officer,” you say as you grab his collar and pull him in for a kiss.
He’s surprised at first but eases into the kiss very quickly. He wraps his arms around you, still holding the flowers and wine. You back into your house and he kicks your door shut behind him.
You take the flowers and wine and set them on your coffee table and push him onto your couch.
His hands move from your tits to your ass and back again. You peel his jacket off of him.
He’s wearing a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his big veiny forearms and you feel your pussy throb against him.
You stand up and take off your pants and toss them aside. Then you pull off your sweater as Sammy starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Holy shit, bookworm. You look so fucking sexy,” he says breathlessly.
He reaches up and grabs your hips. He pulls you closer and leans forward and kisses your stomach, just above your panties.
You moan and run your fingers through his curls.
You push his shoulders back and he smiles up at you, his eyes locked on yours.
You kick his legs apart, bend down and kiss him. Sammy grabs your tits and pinches your nipples through your lacy bra. Your flesh breaks out in goose bumps.
You kiss his neck making him moan your name. You push his shirt open and kiss down his chest and stomach.
You undo his belt and unbuckle his pants and he thrusts his hips up enough for you to pull them down.
Your eyes fixate on his hard cock, straining against the soft fabric of his boxer-briefs.
You reach down and pull his shoes off, followed by his pants. He opens his legs wider and you get between them on your knees on the floor.
You kiss the soft flesh of the insides of his thick thighs while your hand rubs his cock through his underwear.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he whispers as his cock twitches in your grip and he thrusts his hips up a little.
You raise yourself up a little and smile at the wet spot you see on his boxer-briefs. You put your mouth over the tip of his dick print and just leave it there for a moment, letting Sammy feel the warmth of your breath on his cock.
He tilts his head back and closes his eyes and moans. Your stomach does a flip and you can feel your own wetness spreading.
You pull off his boxer briefs and his cock springs free in front of your face.
“Fuck Sammy,” you whine at the sight of how big and girthy his cock is.
You give him a few loving licks before spreading your lips over his tip.
You moan at the taste of his precum and suck gently before pulling your head back. You swirl your tongue around the tip, licking up as much precum as you can.
“You taste so fucking good Sammy,” you say while looking up at him with your big doe eyes.
Sammy gathers up your hair and holds it in a ponytail.
You put his cock back on your mouth, sucking him in as deep as you can take him, using your hands to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth just yet.
“Oh fuck,” Sammy moans and grips your hair tighter.
You want to hear more of his sounds, more of that voice. You try to relax and you take him all the way into your throat.
You open your eyes for a moment and you can see some freckles on his lower stomach as the top of your nose touches the soft flesh of his belly.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” His thick manhood pulses in your throat. “Good fucking girl!”
Your pussy throbs and you gag on him, tears welling in your eyes before spilling down your cheeks.
Sammy uses your hair to pull you off of him until his cock falls out of your mouth.
A string of spit connecting your mouth to his cock hangs between you as you try to catch your breath, but you quickly grab his cock with both hands and stroke.
“Sorry I gagged,” you say, breathing heavily.
“Are you kidding me? You did so fucking good, bookworm.”
He bends down and grabs you under your arms and lifts you onto his lap. He pulls the cups of your bra down and sucks your nipple gently at first before using a bit of teeth. You moan and squirm as you reach down and grab his cock.
He flicks his tongue over both of your nipples before giving them one last suck.
He reaches behind you and undoes your bra, setting your tits free.
“Can you stand up for me?” he asks.
You stand up and he pulls your panties down.
“Mmm these are fucking soaked,” he says with a smile before tossing them aside.
Sammy runs his thumb over the front of your pussy and looks up at you. He very gently pushes his pointer finger in between your lips, grazing your clit.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he moans before taking his finger away and sucking your juices off it.
“Go ahead and lie down for me,” he says as he stands.
Sammy takes his shirt all the way off, exposing his big, speckled shoulders and chest. You look at all of the veins running up and down his arms and you can’t help but touch yourself.
Sammy grabs one of your legs and lifts it up, resting it on the back of the couch, the other he drapes over the front of the couch so your foot is on the floor and your pussy is spread wide for him.
He bites your thighs making you gasp and raise your hips. A smile spreads across your lips as you think about the nice marks you’ll have tomorrow.
Sammy pauses just for a moment and you feel the heat of his breath caressing you.
“Please, Sammy,” you beg.
He kisses your folds, sucks them in between his lips, and then pulls his head back, stretching your pussy lips until they pop out of his mouth.
Sammy smiles up at you with a mischievous grin before he swirls his tongue around and then sucks on your clit.
You feel like a bolt of lightning runs through you and you gasp.
“Is that too much, baby? Are you sensitive?”
“No. Fuck please don’t stop, Sammy,” you say desperately and he gets right back to work.
You feel yourself getting close and you almost don’t want to say anything because in your experience, guys have a tendency to change what they’re doing when you say you’re close and ruin it.
But you can’t help it and you tell him, “Sammy I’m so close. Please don’t fucking stop!”
You are happy to find that Sammy just continues doing what he’s doing as your pussy pulses.
He slides one finger inside of you and keeps working your clit with his mouth. You raise your hips up and whimper.
You cum and Sammy keeps sucking your clit as your pussy convulses around his finger.
“Sammy,” you manage to say weakly before gasping for air. Your hips fall heavily back to the couch.
“Good fucking job, bookworm,” he says as he slides a second finger in you.
He pulls his fingers out with a wet sound that pleases your ears.
“You want to taste?” He asks and puts his fingers to your lips.
You open your mouth and suck your cum off of them. You close your eyes, savoring the taste.
“I told you that you tasted good,” he says as he watches his fingers move in and out of your full, soft lips.
“I think this pretty pussy is ready for me, bookworm,” he says as he slaps his heavy cock against your sensitive clit, making you twitch.
“I brought a condom,” he says and reaches for his jeans on the fold and pulls a condom out of one of the pockets. “Umm, not that I was expecting sex. I was hoping. Fucking praying really, but not expecting.”
You laugh, “Sammy, it’s fine. It’s good to be prepared.”
He nods and you watch as he slides the condom onto his big cock.
Sammy gets back where he was and presses his tip to your entrance. He’s so thick that he can’t even push himself in at first, but after he leans in a little more he makes it in.
You inhale sharply and grip the side of the couch.
“It’s ok, babygirl, I’m going to go slow and let you get used to me ok? Just tell me if it’s too much.”
Even in this moment he manages to be the sweetest and you reach up and grab his neck and pull him in for a kiss.
“I can take it,” you say softly against his lips.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he says with a little laugh like he can’t believe his luck.
He sits back up and pushes himself a little deeper and then deeper still until he’s fully enveloped by you.
“Oh my God, babygirl you feel so fucking good,” he moans. “I’m going to move a little faster now ok? Just let me know if you need to stop.”
He pulls back and slowly pushes forward entering you with a loud squish sound every time.
“Mmm fuck you hear how wet you make me, Sammy?” you ask as you drag your nails down his chest.
“I fucking love it,” he says through gritted teeth as he thrusts into you a little harder this time.
He picks up his pace and watches your bare breasts bounce. He can’t help himself and grabs your tits tightly the sight of your flesh between his fingers is something you’ll revisit again and again in your mind.
Sammy moves his hands from your tits to your wrists and he pushes them up above your head and holds them there while he pounds you, the sound of your bodies crashing together echoing off the walls of your living room.
He kisses your neck and then bites it and that pushes you over the edge. Your body tightens and your eyes roll back. For a moment all you can hear is the whoosh, whoosh as your heart pumps furiously.
You shake and feel your pussy gripping Sammy’s thick member.
“Fuuuck yess,” he growls in your ear.
You’re so overwhelmed you bite his chest without thinking.
You hear him suck in air and then he moans, his lips pressed against your ear.
You kiss his neck and he starts to fuck you harder. Faster. You can feel your own cum coating your clit and dripping like honey down the other way
A little while later you hear Sammy’s breath catch.
“Oh God. Oh God I’m going to cum. Fucking pussy feels so good.”
You press your lips to his ear this time and say, “This pussy is all yours, Sammy.”
“Yeah?” he asks, looking at you.
He convulses and pushes himself deep inside of you, “Fuck! Here it is, bookworm.”
Now he whimpers and the sound makes you orgasm one more time as you feel his cock throb inside of you.
After a little while he finally lets go of your wrists. You didn’t realize until now that you’ve lost feeling in them.
You twirl your wrists until you get some blood flow back and you run your nails down Sammy’s broad, muscular back.
He sighs before raising up enough to kiss you, deeply.
“I’ve made a fucking mess of you, bookworm,” he says. “I better help clean that up.”
Sammy gets his head back between your legs. He runs his tongue up and down your slit and sucks. You twitch whenever he hits your sensitive clit.
“That’s so fucking hot, Sammy,” you say like you can’t believe your luck as you grip his beautiful curls.
Once he feels he’s done enough he makes his way back up and gives you a slow, deep kiss.
“Your turn,” he says with a smile as he pulls off the condom.
He gets up and puts one leg over your chest, straddling you with his cock in your face.
You lick up and down his shaft and his balls. You suck on his tip, hard, getting out every last drop of cum.
When he feels you’re done, he climbs off of you and sits down on the couch by your feet.
You reach your arms towards him and he pulls you up. You sit on his lap again and kiss him.
“You took it so good, baby,” he says, stroking your hair. “You feel ok?”
“I feel fucking amazing, Sammy,” you say, your breath finally starting to steady.
“I never would’ve guessed the shy little bookworm would turn out to be such a freak,” he said smiling at you, his freckled cheeks a bright red.
“You can learn a lot from books, Officer Bryant,” you say in a dark, sexy tone.
You gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment before both bursting out in laughter.
