He was so fucking dominant—so damn commanding—and it turned me on more than I realized it could. His primal grunts and savage growls made my pussy twinge with excitement. He forced orgasm after orgasm from my soul. I felt them stacking on top of each other, becoming one continuous chain of mesmerizing bliss. My body was so weak that I was limp against the bed. The only reason my face wasn’t buried in it was because he was holding it up. My pussy began to get so sensitive that every thrust made me ache. I realized that if I didn’t ask him to stop, everything was going to go numb. I couldn’t come again. I lost count, but the number of orgasms was approaching the double digits if I hadn’t already passed that mark. I loved his dominance, but I had reached the breaking point. He was just pounding a shell of the woman I was when he took me to bed. I was completely spent.
“Please—please, I can’t take anymore.” I whimpered and felt my soul collapse inside me.
“You’re really going to make me stop when I want to come again?” He pulled back on my hair.
Oh god. How does he have anything left?
I didn’t respond. It was so hard to speak. I had to push past my limit and find one last bit of strength. I wanted him to have the same satisfaction he gave me. If he wanted to come again, then I was going to make him explode. I put my hands on the bed and pushed up. I don’t know where the strength came from, but I found resolve I didn’t know I had. I started to move along with his thrusts, matching their intensity until our bodies were slamming together. I felt his cock start to throb. That was what he needed. He had to feel my enthusiasm and desire to please him. He gave me several dozen hammer-thrusts and our flesh felt like it was seared together. His cock throbbed harder and began to pulsate. I did have one orgasm left, somewhere in the darkest depths of my spirit. It roared to life and my pussy spasmed on his cock. That was enough to send him over the edge. He erupted inside me while I milked the seed from his balls. He released the grip on my hair and I collapsed onto the mattress. I was spent. Nothing could have moved me from that spot. Kincaid fell against me and slid to the side with an arm draped across my naked body.
I can’t move or speak—or anything. I can barely think.
Several hours later
I descended into a dark, dreamless sleep. My body was so exhausted it couldn’t even find the energy to process what happened while I slept. I don’t know how long I was out, but it didn’t feel like true sleep. It was like my body just shut down entirely until I had the energy to open my eyes. When they finally parted, I found Kincaid in the exact same position he was in after our passion reached the explosive conclusion. He was still lying next to me with an arm draped across my back. I watched him sleep for several minutes, simply amazed that I was next to a man as amazing as him. I never expected to have that kind of passion from one man, much less two. His eyes opened, slowly at first, and then they locked on mine. A smile spread across his lips and he brushed a stray hair out of my eyes.
“What came over you?” I slid closer and grinned. “That was amazing.”
“You kind of brought it out of me.” He chuckled slightly. “I usually hold back, especially when the relationship is this new. Not everyone likes to be treated like that—and I don’t enjoy it unless the one I’m with likes it.”
“I definitely enjoyed it.” I reached over and traced the tattoos on his arm. “You don’t have to hold back with me.”
“I’ve always been very dominant in bed, and I sometimes I’m possessive to a fault. I recognize it, but I can’t turn that side of me off for long.” He sighed and shook his head. “I guess it’s good that you know that up front, rather than being surprised when you realize what kind of man I am.”
“I like the man you are.” I let my fingers drag down to his hand and he joined his with mine. “It doesn’t make me want to run away. If anything, it makes me like you more.”
“You really are incredible.” He exhaled sharply. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Waiting?” I leaned forward and until my lips were against his ear. “Waiting for a man like you to finally show me what it was really like to be fucked.”
“Fuck—you’re going to make me hard again.” He squeezed my hand.
“Maybe I’m going to make you beg this time.” I pulled my hand away from his and reached for his cock, which instantly swelled in my hand.
“I don’t beg.” He chuckled and rolled onto his back. “Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”
“I’m going to finish.” I lifted up and ran my tongue across my lips. “And so are you.”
I pressed my lips to his skin and started kissing my way towards his cock, slowly massaging it in my hand as I felt his body respond. He might not be the kind of man that begged, but I was going to make him feel the same torturous bliss that I did. I took his cock between my lips and started to slowly pull it into my throat. A loud gasp rushed from his throat. The only problem was that once my lips started moving, I felt my pussy tingling. I had slept long enough to recover, and sucking his cock was just going to get me wet again. I took him deep into my throat over and over until I felt him throb. That was just the beginning. I wasn’t going to stop after he erupted. I was going to keep going until he couldn’t take anymore. Turnabout was fair play after all, and it was time for me to give as good as I got.
“Fuck.” He exhaled sharply. “Your mouth is so hot. You’re gonna make me come!”
More times than you realize.
Donovan
Earlier that day
I didn’t even listen to the radio as I drove to my father’s house. I was glad that the case was over, and I had some time to spend with my family, but nothing about it sat well with me. I might not have put in the same amount of time that Kincaid had, but I still felt like the police department shafted us. I knew Kincaid was pissed. He couldn’t hide his emotions that well. Maybe I would have felt differently if the police intervened before there was a casualty. It sucked that it took them that long to finally step up and do what they were supposed to be doing from the beginning. That was what pissed me off more than anything else. They could have prevented the tragedy, yet they acted like they were some kind of fucking heroes. They sat on evidence, refused to help us, and brushed aside all of our efforts so they could claim victory. Kincaid was the one who should have been standing on that stage, and he should have been there when Fireball was arrested. Kincaid deserved to look that bastard in the eye when his reign of terror finally came to a close.
At least he’s behind bars now. Life can go on, even if the end of the investigation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
It was time to focus on what truly mattered with the investigation over. I needed to spend a couple of days with my Dad and reconnect with my sister. After that, I wanted to spend more time with Marissa and see where our relationship was going. It definitely seemed to be heading in the right direction, but everything was still new. I felt a longing when we were apart, and I knew I was falling hard for the beautiful brunette. I got to my Dad’s house and he was sleeping in his recliner, so I decided not to disturb him. My stepmother seemed to be doing a very good job of taking care of him at least. I followed her into the kitchen, so we could talk where our conversation wouldn’t disturb my father’s nap.
“He still hasn’t stopped smoking? I could still smell it in the garage when I came in.” I looked at my stepmother and sighed.
“No, I made him start going outside because I thought that would deter him some, but he’s still trying to kill himself.” Abby shook her head angrily. “He’s a stubborn old fool, and I guess I really am going to have to lock him in a cage if I want him to stop for good.”
“Yeah he is.” I nodded in agreement. “Is he treating you okay? I know how he can get when he’s generally pissed at the world.”
“We have our moments, but I don’t put up with any of his shit.” She chuckled and shrugged. “I knew what kind of man he was when I married him.”
“I’m surprised you di
dn’t run away as fast as possible.” I sat down at the table and grinned.
“He’s charming when he tries to be.” She walked over to the kitchen counter. “Want some coffee? I was up half the night and I’m fading fast.”
“You should get some rest. I’m here now. I can make sure he gets what he needs.” I motioned towards the living room with my head.
“Oh, he wasn’t the one that kept me up.” She shook her head back and forth. “Janine showed up drunk off her ass and I thought someone was trying to break in.”
“Wait. She’s here?” I looked down the hallway towards my sister’s room. “I thought she moved out.”
“She either needed a place to crash or she’s back. I’m not sure.” Abby shrugged and started a pot of coffee. “I’m worried about her.”
“I’ll talk to her when she wakes up.” I nodded quickly. “Maybe she’s just having a tough time dealing with what is going on with Dad. She always was a little closer to him than I was.”
“Maybe…” Abby sighed. “I think I will take you up on your offer and try to get some rest. Thank you so much for coming. Even if you’re only here for a couple of days, it will be a relief.”
Abby went to her bedroom and closed the door. The coffee was already brewing so I grabbed a cup once it was done. Being at home with my family was exactly where I needed to be, even if part of me wanted to be with Marissa. Kincaid might have needed the downtime more than I did, but I knew he would just dive into the next case while stifling his frustration. I walked into the living room with a cup of coffee in my hand and looked at the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. It was surprising that the old artificial tree from my childhood had survived so many divorces. It definitely brought back memories of the good times, when Janine and I would run into the living room and tear into our gifts on Christmas Day. My Dad started to stir and the instant his eyes opened, he reached for his pack of cigarettes.
“I think you should throw those things in the trash.” I grumbled under my breath.
“Donovan? What are you doing here?” He looked over at me in surprise.
“I have a couple of days off. I came to make sure you were following the doctor’s orders—which you certainly aren’t.” I walked over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes out of his hand. “What happened to the electronic one I bought you?”
“The battery went dead.” He grunted and looked up at me.
“Did you charge it?” I titled my head to the side.
“Yeah, it’s over there.” He pointed at the table in the corner of the room.
“At least try it, Dad.” I walked over and grabbed it. “You don’t even have to go outside to use this. It smells like strawberries.”
“Fine.” He grunted again and took a puff of the vaporized nicotine.
My Dad was definitely stubborn. I took the pack of cigarettes into the kitchen and put them on top of the refrigerator, so he couldn’t easily find them. If he started losing his mind, I’d give him one, but he was going to have to at least try to wean himself off them while I was there. He seemed to be okay once he had a few puffs of the vape. I poured him a cup of coffee and sat down across from him. He immediately started asking about Fireball, so I told him the story from the beginning, and ended with his capture. The television in front of him might as well have been telling the story along with me, because I noticed that the press conference was about to start. I got Dad to turn up the volume and stared at the screen as the mayor and Detective Lewis walked up to the podium.
“It doesn’t sound like they appreciate your help.” My dad grunted and puffed his vape.
“No, but I’m going to have to get over that I guess.” I shook my head angrily.
What choice do I have?
My Dad and I watched television for a few minutes after the press conference was over and then started talking about sports. One of the few things we had in common was our love of the New York Yankees. The season was over, but my Dad followed most of the news in the offseason as well, so he filled me in on the latest trades and acquisitions. He believed they were going to have a good year with all of the promising prospects. I wished I could share his enthusiasm, but my baseball team had let me down more than my father over the years. He suggested that we try to catch a game together, and I promised him that I would buy tickets if he was up for it. I really did need to spend more time with my Dad. I would regret not having that opportunity if I lost him. We were talking and joking like old friends when my sister appeared at the doorway of the living room.
“Janine!” I stood up and walked over to give her a hug.
“Hey.” She barely hugged me and immediately pulled away. “Have you seen my purse?”
“No?” I shrugged and looked around the room.
“I think I saw it in the dining room.” My Dad motioned with his hand and turned off the television.
“Thanks.” She turned and walked in the direction he was pointing.
“Is she okay?” I moved closer to my father, so Janine couldn’t hear me once she was out of the room.
“I don’t know, son. She just seems to live in her own world these days. I stopped asking questions because it just pisses her off.” He sighed and leaned back in his recliner.
Great… This should be a fun visit.
Janine returned to the living room with a tattered green purse that looked like it had seen better days and seemed to be overly agitated to discover that her cell phone was dead. She plugged it in and sat down with a disgruntled look on her face. My sister hardly acknowledged the fact we hadn’t seen each other in months. She was cold and distant. It was almost like talking to a stranger wearing my sister’s skin. I asked how she had been, where she was living, and all I got was vague replies. It reminded me of the way she was after she left Livingston Capital, but the last time I saw her, she seemed to be doing a whole lot better. Her cell phone finally got enough charge for her to turn on the screen and a few seconds later, I saw her face get even more agitated.
“I have to go.” She hopped up from her chair and grabbed her purse.
“What? At least stay for a little bit. I haven’t seen you in forever.” I stood up and tried to reason with her.
“Sorry—something just came up.” She tapped her phone several times.
“Do you want me to drive you somewhere? I didn’t see your car outside when I got here.” I watched as she hurried towards the door.
“No, I’ll get an Uber.” She waved me off and slammed the door behind her.
“Wow, what the fuck?” I looked over at my Dad and sat back down.
“I think she’s got a new boyfriend.” He shrugged. “Or maybe a girlfriend.”
“Who knows…” I sighed and shook my head. “Does she do this often? Just pop up in the middle of the night and take off the next morning?”
“Sometimes.” He nodded quickly. “She’s always kind of done her own thing.”
“That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t worry about her.” I looked back towards the door. “You know how bad it was a few years ago.”
“Yeah.” He nodded again. “But she seemed to be past all of that and the doctor got her on some new meds last year.”
“Hopefully she comes back before I have to go. I hate that we’ve drifted so far apart.” I dropped my head and rubbed my forehead.
“You’ve got your own life now. You’ll always be her big brother, but you can’t control her. Lord knows I lost that fight a long time ago.” He picked up the remote and turned the television back on.
Maybe one of us should have tried a little harder…
Kincaid
The next day
I woke up next to a beautiful sight—and I was fucking exhausted, despite spending all night in bed. Marissa was exactly what I needed to take my mind off the Fireball case. I hoped that I hadn’t been too rough with her. She didn’t seem to mind me being a little more dominant in bed than I was the first time we were together. I was looking forward to exploring more of that with her
. She very well could be my perfect match—the one that transcended all of the failed relationships I watched crumble due to my own mistakes. If that was the case, then I didn’t mind sharing her with Donovan. I could quell the beast until she allowed him to come bursting out of the cage when the time was right. It would be more than worth it when we had an opportunity to explore the fantasy. Donovan definitely couldn’t say much about it either, because that crazy fucker broke the bed the first night we spent with Marissa.
“I have to get up.” Marissa groaned and stared at the ceiling. “I need to go home and shower before work—plus I can’t really wear the same thing two days in a row.”
“Yeah, I know.” I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Thank you for last night.”
“You’re thanking me?” She chuckled and slid closer to me. “You’re the one that kept making me come.”
“I didn’t hear any complaining.” I grinned and kissed her forehead again. “Plus, you got your revenge.”
“Yeah…” She giggled and traced my stomach until her hand was next to my cock. “I’m going to be back for more after work too, so make sure you’re ready.”
“I will be.” I nodded quickly. “I think we’ll have another night alone. Donovan said he might spend a couple of days with his Dad.”
“Then I might have to be a bad girl again.” She giggled and leaned up, lightly grazing my cock before she crawled off the bed.
“I think you like being a bad girl.” I leaned across the bed and gave her a firm smack on her ass.
“Yeah—maybe.” She rubbed the spot where my hand landed and started picking up the trail of clothes that led back to the couch.
I kissed Marissa goodbye once she was dressed and then headed for the shower. My cock was already demanding attention again after being teased, but I could wait until I had her in my arms again. I wasn’t looking forward to work, but I had to go. I knew the station would still be buzzing with excitement over Fireball’s arrest. I got dressed after my shower and walked into the living room to look for my phone. It was on the table next to the chair I fell asleep in before Marissa arrived, and I clicked the screen as soon as I picked it up. I was surprised to find a message from Chief Vance asking me to come into the station as soon as I got his message. It was already forty-five minutes old, so I rushed to the door. I assumed another big case had come in and my services were needed immediately. I drove a little faster than normal, and as soon as I walked into the fire station, I was surprised to find that everyone was somber instead of excited. Chief Vance walked out of his office as soon as I arrived and motioned for me.
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