by Hamel, B. B.
As soon as Mrs. Smith had shown up, he was all business. It was almost like he hadn’t been eating my pussy out just a few minutes earlier and I hadn’t had his thick cock in my mouth. But the sly glance he gave me as we descended the elevator told me that it was as much on his mind as it was on mine.
At the time, any thoughts about him being my stepbrother were totally buried in the overwhelming desire I’d felt for him. I knew we weren’t really related or anything, but a relationship between the two of us would be a huge scandal. In a small town like Mishawaka, anything out of the ordinary was news.
And letting your handsome, dark stepbrother get you off on his desk was one of those things.
In retrospect, I couldn’t believe Mrs. Smith hadn’t said anything about the mess. We had just cleared off the desk, throwing papers and pens onto the floor, but she made no comment. It was almost as if none of it existed.
That made sense. In a private detective’s world, there were secrets within secrets and things you simply didn’t talk about.
“Where is he?” Easton mumbled to himself.
We had been sitting in the car, parked outside a hotel, for the last two hours. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lot. Easton had moved the car a few times, just to make sure we didn’t look suspicious.
He pulled out the picture Mrs. Smith had given us and looked at it again.
“Busy,” I said. “Cheaters aren’t exactly punctual.”
“That’s the thing. They usually are.”
“Doesn’t seem like a cheater would much care if he was a few minutes late.”
“Actually, they do. When you’re cheating, you’re hyper focused on not breaking any rules, almost to the point where it’s suspicious.”
I nodded my head. That made sense. Sometimes following the rules too closely could look almost as weird as breaking them.
I looked down at my lap, at the thick file folder resting there, and opened the cover again. Easton had agreed to let me page through it while we waited, although I had resisted getting too deep into it. I felt strange reading about his life right next to him, especially about such a difficult thing.
“You know,” I said after some time, “you never did explain to me why Seed screwed up on that body you found.”
He shrugged. “You never got a chance to ask.”
“But you have a theory?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Let’s hear it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the budding detective; you can figure it out.”
“Come on, Easton. You had months to get into this guy’s head. I can’t do it in a few minutes.”
“Maybe not,” he said, “but what’s the fun in me just telling you?”
I sighed. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“How about this: You can ask me one question and I will answer it honestly, but in exchange, you have to take off an article of clothing.”
I raised an eyebrow, my heart suddenly beating fast in my chest. He had spoken in such a matter-of-fact way, almost like he were describing a crime scene to me. But he was suggesting that I got naked in exchange for information, right there in the car while we were out on a job.
“You’ll answer honestly? One question for one piece of clothing?”
He nodded. “That’s the deal.”
I bit my lower lip. “What if someone comes by?”
He shrugged, looking around. “That’s not happening anytime soon.”
I nodded. “Okay. Fine.”
The smirk that played on his lips drove me absolutely crazy. “Clothes first.”
I could feel myself get absolutely wet as I slowly slid my shirt up off my head and tossed it into the backseat. Fortunately, I was wearing a tank top underneath.
“Why did Seed mess up his early crime?”
His eyes looked at my body in an intense and hungry way. I could see what he was thinking: He wanted my body, wanted to fuck me. That was exactly what I wanted him to think about.
“That body was very, very old. I think Seed was around twenty when he killed for the first time. It was probably just a mistake.”
I frowned. “That’s not exactly a great answer.”
“Okay. I also think he wanted to get caught one day. Imagine you’re a twenty-year-old kid with an urge to kill, but you still haven’t embraced it yet.” He paused, scanning the area, and then continued.
“You’re smart enough to get away with it and you’re motivated, but you’ve never done it before. You’re conflicted. I think Seed wanted to get caught one day, wanted to be punished. After the excitement of his first kill, and the ones that followed, I’m betting he forgot all about his early mistake.”
That made sense to me, and it fit his profile. At least from what I could tell. “What did your partner think?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Clothes first.”
“Fine.” I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it, letting it drop onto the ground in front of me.
Easton’s eyes roamed up and down my body, looking at my long legs. I could feel my pussy was soaking through, and the cool air in the car only made me more excited. I switched on the heat to a low setting.
“Martin was old school,” he said. “Truthfully, he didn’t much care why Seed had messed up. His mind only worked with facts and theories that directly impacted the case, and anything else was cast aside.”
“Really? That’s such a lame answer. Give me something else.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re choosing bad questions.”
“Do you want me to take off more clothes?” I asked him.
He paused for a second, a grin playing up his face. “Yes.”
“Give me something more then.”
“Not happening. Those are the rules.”
I gave him a look and then quickly pulled my tank top off. I was wearing a black bra that barely fit anymore, and my tits were pressed up tight against it. I tossed the tank top into the backseat.
“What was your partner like?” I asked him.
His eyes roamed my body again, staring with a hungry intensity at my breasts. I could feel the excitement pulsing through my body, and I knew that it was becoming less about our little question and answer game and more about wanting him to make me feel what I’d felt earlier again.
“He was intense,” Easton said. “Serious and single-minded. He hated killers more than anyone else I knew, I think because his cousin had been murdered when they were kids. He was absolutely and blindly driven.” He paused, glancing around the area again. “He was a good man. A family man.”
I reached back and quickly unhooked my bra. I slipped it off and tossed it into the back. “Why did you go in that day without waiting for backup? It doesn’t seem like you.”
His face clouded for a moment. “It wasn’t me.”
“What?”
He moved closed to me, and I felt my heart flutter with excitement. “I can’t answer you anymore.”
“I’m naked for you.”
He was so close, his lips against my ear. “I know.”
“I think I’m entitled to my answer.”
“Sorry, sis.” His hands cupped my breasts, and I took a sharp breath. “You’re only entitled to one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“My fat cock between your legs.”
“What if I’d rather have the answers?”
His hand roamed down my body and slipped between my legs. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know you’re soaked again. I know you’ve been thinking about sliding along my cock all day long.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. All of the pressure had built up inside me over the past two weeks. Since the first moment I’d seen him, I’d known what I wanted. True, he was a cocky asshole, but he had every reason to be.
I crushed my mouth against his, kissing him hard. He returned my kiss with as much passion as his fingers
found my clit, sending electricity pulsing through my veins.
“We can’t,” I gasped. “Not here.”
He looked around. “We’re alone.”
“But someone can come by.”
“You’re not afraid, are you, Laney?”
His fingers rolled along my soaked clit, playing with my body. “No,” I groaned. “I’m not afraid.”
“I know you’re not,” he whispered hot in my ear, teasing my pussy. “You’ll let me fuck you wherever I want, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “God, I need your cock.”
He kissed me hard, fingers sliding inside me. I gripped his arms as he worked me, thrusting inside my tight pussy.
I grabbed the end of his shirt and began to unbutton it. I slipped it off his muscular chest a minute later. We broke apart to pull his undershirt over his head, revealing his ripped and tattooed body. I ran my fingers down his chest and along his abs, loving that he teased me all the while, his eyes roaming my body.
I began to unbuckle his belt.
“You want me right here?” I whispered.
“I want you to wrap your legs around my hips and slide down along my thick cock.”
He quickly reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He slipped a condom from the wallet and then tossed the wallet into the backseat.
I helped him slide out of his pants, his cock pressing hard against his black boxer briefs. He tossed the pants into the backseat as I slipped his briefs down, revealing his hard dick.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “I want to see you suck that cock again.”
I slowly stroked him up and down. “And why would I do that?”
“Because those lips were made for sucking cock.”
I leaned forward and slipped his tip into my mouth, sucking it hard. I loved making him groan, making him moan, and I loved his taste. He could barely fit in my mouth, but I sucked him anyway. He pressed his hands to the back of my head, talking dirty the whole time.
“I love those pretty lips around my cock,” he whispered. “You’re such a dirty girl, sucking me off like this. I know you want to feel me inside you, filling your tight pussy up.”
I worked him, sucking him hard, my whole body buzzing and vibrating. I needed it, needed to be fucked, needed his cock and his body.
After a minute, he pulled me back. He slid his seat back as far as it would go and handed me the condom.
I tore it open without another word and rolled it down along his cock. I leaned back then and slipped off my panties, useless and soaked.
He grabbed my hair, pulling me close to him. “Tell me this is what you want.”
“I want it.”
“Say you want me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me, please, Easton.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me across the center console, placing me down with my legs straddling his hips.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
He slowly lowered me down along his cock.
His thickness slid inside me, so slowly, and shivers ran down my spine. I pressed my hands against his hard chest as he slowly let me slip down his length. I couldn’t believe he could fit inside me, but I was finally down, feeling the sweet ache of him deep between me.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “Your pussy is a fucking vise. You’re so fucking tight.”
“Easton,” I groaned as I began to slide back up. “Fuck, you feel good.”
He grabbed my ass. “Your pussy is like fucking fire.”
I began to ride him slowly, up and down, my tits in his face. He kissed me, kissed my neck, tasted my nipples. His hands were firm on my hips, guiding me, sliding me, moving me up and down his thick cock.
I could feel wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me. I was frenzied, needing him, wanting him. My hands roamed his muscular chest and shoulders as I began to ride faster, sliding up and down.
“I love that,” he grunted. “I love that thick ass riding my cock. Work those fucking hips,” he said.
I began to rock my hips in circles, riding him up and down. “Oh my god, Easton,” I said in his ear.
He slapped my ass. “Ride that cock.”
“Fuck. Slap me again.”
He slapped me again, harder, and then used his hands and his hips to slam his cock deep inside me. I threw my head back, moaning with abandon as he began to thrust inside me, my tits bouncing with every hard thrust.
He wasn’t holding back. I could feel the power in every new thrust, his cock slamming deep into me.
And I lost myself. I lost myself in him, in his smell and his taste and his cock, every new thrust driving me closer and closer to ecstasy. His mouth was on my nipples, teasing me as he slapped my ass again, fucking me deep and rough.
I wanted him so badly, wanted his thick cock, needed it to fill my every inch. I rolled my hips, rocking back and forth. The idea of getting caught never even occurred to me as he fucked me right there in the car, the windows slowly beginning to steam up.
I pressed my hand against the glass as his fingers found my clit. I leaned back, knocking the horn once, as he began to fuck me rough and rub my clit. His other hand supported my ass, his muscles building, and I knew I was close.
“Keep doing that,” I gasped, moaning loudly. “Fuck me just like that.”
His fingers moved in incredible circles, sending amazing pleasure through my whole body. His strong arms supported me as he fucked me rough, hard and deep, each thrust a skin-slapping pleasure.
And then it began to roll through me. The orgasm built in my pussy and exploded up through my mind. My whole back arched, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him and fucking me rough and hard.
“Oh shit, oh shit, Easton, fuck,” I groaned.
“Come for me, girl,” he said. “Come for me while I fill that pussy up.”
My orgasm was heavy and thick all through me. I could feel him tense as well, his grunts getting louder, his thrusts more urgent.
“I’m going to fill this pussy up,” he grunted. “I’m going to come deep in your little pussy.”
“Oh shit. Fill me, Easton. Fuck my pussy,” I moaned.
As my orgasm slowly faded, his thrusts got harder, deeper, and his whole body stiffened in response.
His orgasm rocked through him. He buried his face between my breasts as his hands held my hips tight, his cock fucking my pussy deep.
And then slowly, it was over. I sat there panting, feeling the sweet, incredible ache of his cock still deep between my legs.
“Shit,” I said. “Did anyone see us?”
Easton laughed, kissing my neck. “Who fucking cares?”
I laughed too, a giddy and mindless laugh. I felt light and free and right for the first time since I’d come home. “Yeah, fuck it.”
Our laughter slowly subsided. Another minute later, I slid myself off him and back into my own seat.
The car windows were pretty fogged up. He reached into the backseat and grabbed our clothes. He pulled the condom off, knotted it, and tossed it out the window.
I shook my head at him. “Don’t litter.”
He just grinned at me as he got dressed. I followed his lead, pulling on my useless panties, putting my clothes back on.
My head was spinning, buzzing with energy and pleasure. I was floating, barely in the car. Easton was incredible, powerful and hungry, and he made me feel better than I could have imagined.
He put the air on blast and slowly the fogged windows began to clear.
“Holy shit,” he said. “Quick, the camera.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Did someone see us?”
“No. It’s him. The camera!”
I quickly grabbed it from the glove compartment. I handed it to him, and instantly he started snapping pictures.
I followed his gaze, and sure enough, just across the lot, a man and a blond, barely-dressed woman were walking toward a car.
“Are you sure?” I ask
ed. I couldn’t tell what he looked like.
“Positive. And if that’s not a hooker, then I didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life.”
I blushed. “Just get the pictures.”
We watched as they got into the car. He got a picture of the license plate. “What dumb luck,” he said.
“Ten minutes earlier and we would have never noticed.”
He grinned at me. “Things always seem to work out for me.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Yeah, you’re just so lucky.”
He tossed me the camera and started the engine. “Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
The sun was almost down. “Okay. Sounds good.”
We drove off, heading back toward the office. My pussy still throbbed from him and my head was buzzing, a pleasant, comfortable feeling.
We’d gotten the pictures. And more importantly, I had finally felt his cock deep inside me.
As we kept driving, I was already imagining what it would feel like getting fucked by his strong body again and again, sweating deep into the night.
14
Easton
My head was still buzzing from Laney’s sweet cunt as we walked into my office apartment.
She was oddly quiet on the drive back, almost as if my cock had finally satisfied her curiosity. I kept thinking about her full tits in my face, her hips slamming down onto my cock, the tight grip of her pussy wrapped around me, and coming deep inside her, our eyes locked together.
It was almost enough to get me fucking hard again.
“Got to develop these,” I said to her.
“Sure. I’ll be here.” She sat down at the desk, rearranging the messy surface.
I walked toward the bathroom, but a vibrating in my pocket drew me up short. I pulled out my cell and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Easton? This is Sheriff Sloan.”
Ah fuck, I thought. Can’t the world let me feel fucking okay for ten fucking minutes?
“What can I do for you, Sheriff?”
