by Amy Briggs
Panting now, she whispered, “In the drawer next to your side of the bed.” I removed my finger and stood up, taking note she used the phrase your side of the bed, getting me even more excited to torture her with pleasure.
“I’m going to let you pick which one I use on you today. Go get one,” I demanded. She stood up, getting ready to remove the tank top that was still tight over the top of her tits. “No. Leave it. I like the way it wraps around the top of those delicious breasts.” She stopped and smiled at me, walking over to the other side of the bed, while I stared at that ass and took my jeans off, leaving me in my boxer briefs, hard as a fucking rock. As she opened the drawer, she paused and looked back at me, wearing nothing but that tank top. “You better hurry up and pick one. Don’t keep me waiting.”
She grabbed something pink before she demurely walked back over to me. Standing in front of me, she slipped the small, pink vibrator into my hand while looking up at me with wanting eyes. Leaning down to her, I pulled her ponytail out, freeing her hair, and inhaled the coconut smell of her shampoo as I licked her neck. “You’re so fucking hot, Isabel. I’m going to torture you now, and you’re going to beg me to fuck you today. Do you want to beg me to fuck you?” I loved asking her filthy questions like that.
“Yes,” she let out in a whisper.
“Get on the bed and lie down on your back,” I demanded. As she got on the bed, I examined the little vibrator and clicked the on switch, getting a feel for it. I wanted her to enjoy my dick more than the toys, so I was only going to go so far with it. I made a mental note to go through that drawer and take anything I didn’t want her using without me. I watched her get on the bed, leaning up on her elbows again, spreading her legs to me. I loved that she wanted to open to me, that she sat up ready for me.
Crawling up toward her sweet pussy, with the little vibrator humming in my hand, I gently rubbed it against her clit to see how sensitive she was. Isabel licked her lips and took in a deep breath as soon as I touched her, and I could feel drops of pre-cum forming at the tip of my dick. Watching her get turned on was the ultimate fucking turn-on for me. I was going to make her come hard for me today.
“Do you like that, Isabel?” I asked as I watched her squirm under my touch with the gently humming vibrator. She panted and tried to continue sitting up, but couldn’t. She didn’t answer me. “Answer me, Isabel,” I demanded in a hoarse voice. I was so turned on I could barely speak myself, but making her answer me was so hot.
“Matt, you’re torturing me. It feels too fucking good,” she cried out quietly.
“That’s right, I am. That’s what happens to bad girls who turn me on and make my dick hard when I’m at work.” Her lips pulled into a smile. I started to work the vibrator gently over her slit and slid it inside her while I used my thumb to rub her clit gently. Her back arched on the bed as she leaned back, and she started to run her hands up her own torso, under her breasts. “Touch yourself, Isabel. I want to watch you come for me before I fuck you.” Following my instructions, she continued to slide her hands up, cupping her breasts and taking her nipples into her little fingers, pinching them. This whole scene was hotter than any porno I could have watched, and I reached into my boxer briefs with my free hand to stroke my cock because I couldn’t stand it anymore. As I pumped her gently with the vibrator, stroking her clit, I could feel her getting closer to release, so I turned up the vibration, causing her to moan loudly.
“Fuck, Matt, I’m going to come!” she cried out.
“Yes! Come for me, baby, come now,” I coaxed her. Her body began to quiver, and her hips rose off the bed as she fell over the edge into her release, crying my name out again. Hearing her call out my name while I watched her climax had me in overdrive.
I gently pulled the vibrator from her, turning it off and setting it on the nightstand. As she lay there in the aftershock of her orgasm, I grabbed a condom and put it on quickly before I crawled above her, caging her in below me. I took a moment to look at her face, slightly shiny from sweat. She didn’t have any makeup on, and her thick, black lashes hung heavy over her eyes as she looked up at me. I leaned down to kiss her softly. I wanted to slow things down just a bit, only to make it last longer. But as her lips touched mine, I lost control, my head spinning. She deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue, rising up to meet me. I placed an arm around her and spun her over on top of me, causing her to place her hands on my chest for balance.
As I roamed over her perfect body with my eyes, I ran my hands up her sides, avoiding that giant bruise that actually looked painful. I took her tank top off over her head as I reached its hem around the top of her chest. Gently sliding my hands back down, I grazed her hard little nipples with my thumbs, causing her to quiver as I lingered. As I got to her tiny little waist, I got a better grip and lifted her up just enough to let her know I wanted her to ride me and I wanted to be inside her now. She took the hint and reached between her legs where my cock was aching for her to position it at her entrance. Just before letting me inside that sweet pussy, she leaned over and kissed my neck, driving me absolutely wild, causing me to moan.
“Fuck, Isabel, let me inside you, baby,” was all I could say. She slid down, letting me enter her, both of us groaning out loud. Her pussy was so tight, and as she started to move her hips up and down my shaft, I could feel myself almost ready to lose control. She tried to sit up, and while I wanted to watch her bob up and down on my dick, I held her close, kissing her more and running my hands down her back. Having her mouth on me felt better than watching her, and I loved the sensation of having her soft skin against mine. I felt her pick up the pace, sliding up and down my cock, bringing us both to our climax. As she cried out, I grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her into me as hard as I could and yelled out myself. It felt as though I’d launch her right off of me, I came so hard. As we finished together, she collapsed on top of me, panting into my neck. “Fuck, Cavanaugh, that’s a hell of a way to say good morning,” she exhaled with my dick still inside her, pulsating.
She started to attempt lifting herself off of me, but I held her in place. “Stay still. I want to enjoy being inside you for another couple of minutes.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow in surprise, and then laid her head back down and stayed perfectly still, while I stroked her lower back. After a moment, she let out a big sigh, and I just held her like that. Pushing her hair away, I pulled her face to mine for a kiss. A real kiss. While she seemed to hesitate at first, she gave in, finally kissing me sweetly in return.
I loved kissing her. Those lips were so soft, and she always tasted sweet, like caramel candy or something. I knew this wasn’t a relationship, but after the last shift, all I wanted to do was come to her. I was drawn to her, and I was starting to think it wasn’t just her voracious appetite for amazing sex that had me making a beeline for her place as soon as I left the firehouse this morning. I enjoyed the game of cat and mouse we played, but lying here with her intimately, just touching her, had me wanting to spend all day there.
Sadly, I knew she needed to go to work, and if I didn’t go home and get some sleep at my own place, Jax would probably send out a search party. He never mentioned how I didn’t come home the other night and just showed up at work, but he did give me the ‘I know what you did last night’ smirk, even if he didn’t know whom I was with. I let her roll off of me, wincing as my cock left its favorite spot.
“I have to get ready for work, but you can rest or whatever. I know you had a long night,” she said as she walked naked across the room to get some things out of a drawer.
“Thanks, beautiful, but I’m gonna get cleaned up and get home to sleep for a while. Are you investigating the fires now?” I got up and disposed of the condom in the bathroom trash.
“You know I can’t really talk to you about that, Matt.” She had put on a little robe when I popped back out of the bathroom.
“I didn’t ask about the investigation, Detective. I asked if you were going to be working on it
. You’re allowed to tell me what’s on the agenda for the day.” She was getting defensive all of a sudden, and I was so tired I didn’t want to accidently walk into an argument.
“Sorry,” she looked confused. “Yes, I’m going to be investigating the fires. Look, if that makes things weird with what we’ve been doing, I totally understand, and we can just—“
I interrupted her. “Isabel. You have a job to do. I have a job to do. Do your job. It has nothing to do with what’s going on between us. Loosen up a little, babe. Seriously, it was just a question.” I was hoping that squashed any upset the topic of conversation caused.
“Okay, you’re right. I just didn’t want to… Well, I didn’t…” She hesitated.
“You didn’t what? Want to feel like you have to answer to me?” She just stared at me, mouth open. “You don’t. I don’t have any expectations for what’s happening here, yet.” I added the yet, because I was feeling like I did want to have some expectations, but we weren’t there. Isabel had some serious walls, and I wasn’t going to ruin the fun we were having by placing any labels or expectations on us, but I’d been considering how I might want to at some point. Of course, I had just realized that at that very moment, so I didn’t know what else to say either. I also didn’t want to think about it anymore.
“You certainly have a way with words, Cavanaugh,” she smirked. She was always smirking at me, never really smiling though. Suddenly, I wanted to make her smile. Once I was dressed, I walked over to where she was standing in her cute little, purple robe and cupped her face in my hands.
“Isabel.”
“Yes, Matt?” she replied with some sarcasm.
“Calm the fuck down. Go fight some crime. Take down some bad guys. I’ll text you later.” I kissed her softly with her face still in my hands, then turned to leave.
“Matt,” she called out to me when I reached the doorway.
“Yes, Isabel?” I sang back to her.
“I’m glad you came over. Sleep well today.” She almost gave me a real smile.
Grinning back at her, I said, “I am too. Be safe. I’ll talk to you later, babe.” I was starting to break down her walls and loving every minute of it. I hightailed it out of there before I made her get in the shower with me and she never made it to work.
When Matt had texted me that morning he was coming over, I had gotten immediately excited. I wasn’t even surprised for some reason; I was actually kind of happy. Obviously, I loved having sex with him. He gave me exactly what I needed, but having him near me felt so good too. He was so manly and gave me such pleasure sexually that I was starting to crave him when he wasn’t around. But he was also so sweet and calming at the same time. When I had gotten defensive with him about the investigation, he immediately diffused the situation, calling me out, which no one ever did except Kevin. He wasn’t afraid to give it to me straight, and it was extremely attractive.
I still didn’t think this thing between Matt and me was going anywhere, but occasionally, I was starting to forget why I felt that way. I wanted to shake it off; there was no point in getting caught up in the idea of a relationship as far as I was concerned. I had always felt a relationship and commitment ruined the fun between two people, and the pipe dreams of true love were just that, pipe dreams. Perhaps that feeling is created by the examples you are brought up with.
While my parents were still together, they didn’t exactly treat each other lovingly. They certainly cared about each other, but they weren’t passionate, and I couldn’t ever remember them being that way. As little girls, my sister and I would play dolls and daydream about weddings and things all little girls do, but somewhere along the way, I became jaded about relationships. I’d had boyfriends in high school and even in college, but I never felt swept off my feet. The fairy tale daydream faded away, and the men I dealt with professionally were just that, professional. I always thought my choice to be a police officer would negate any romance in my life. Deep down, I still desired that person who would make things different, and I still had that little bit of fairy tale in my heart like I’d mentioned to Kevin, but it just didn’t seem realistic.
Thinking about all of that and having Matt show up at my house in the early morning before work had my head swimming a bit. I found our status to be a conundrum and knew it would have to change at some point; but for the moment, I decided to enjoy the unadulterated pleasure he brought me and cross the bridge of what was next when I absolutely had to. In the meantime, I needed to get to work and figure out what was going on with these fires. I was hoping there wouldn’t be any more that day, and perhaps it was a one day fire bug on the loose, but a nagging feeling inside told me this was only just the beginning.
Kevin and I arrived at the station around the same time after I had my workout at my favorite place like I did most mornings. My legs were shot from the encounter with Matt that morning, but I still killed my workout and felt amazing by the time I got into work. It was Kevin’s turn to bring coffee for both of us, and he handed me mine in the parking lot.
“Good morning, Detective. Manage to get any sleep?” he asked.
“Eh, I’ll be honest. I have been racking my brain about why someone would start fires the way they have. I’m trying to come up with some motives for three very different types of fires. I’m also hoping we don’t have to spend the whole day at more fires and we can just go back to the scenes and look around,” I said before taking a sip of the amazing coffee. Kevin happened to have a little Brazilian café near his house with ridiculously amazing coffee, so the days he got it were the best.
“Yea, I was thinking we could just check in for the morning briefing and get ourselves on the road. I want to see the scenes we didn’t get to go to and see if there are any clues or any witnesses we can talk to.”
“Agreed. Let’s get to it.”
Knowing we would be poking through fire scenes today and likely getting dirtier than normal, I had on jeans and a black t-shirt, my standard uniform, with some tactical boots I’d bought for these sorts of occasions. It was hot in Florida a good portion of the time, so we didn’t really wear jackets much unless we absolutely needed to. Today, I had my badge on a chain around my neck as opposed to clipped on my belt. I did love not having to wear a uniform anymore. In my female opinion, not wearing that unflattering uniform was almost a good enough reason on its own to become a detective, although I’d never admit that to anyone.
After the daily morning briefing, we filled the captain in on what we’d encountered the night before at the apartment fire and headed out for the strip mall, the first scene. There was already evidence demonstrating this was an arson, so that wasn’t really what we were looking for; we were more interested in talking to witnesses and the business owners to see if we could determine some motive that may link it to the other fires or that would help us determine why the fire was started. As we pulled up to the scene, I looked around to see what else was there. I was looking for apartments or other residential areas people may have watched from, porches folks may have been sitting on when it started, or other areas from where someone could have observed everything. Arsonists, and actually any calculating premeditating criminals, had a tendency to get off on watching a scene unfold, so I wanted to figure out from where they could have achieved that.
“What do you think, Izzy?” Kevin asked while pulling out his camera and taking pictures from a variety of angles. We always did that so when we went back to our desks, we could sit and stare at them, waiting for ideas to pop up.
“Well, it looks like someone could definitely have watched from that parking garage over there. Unless it was a resident, which I’m thinking is out because there were so many fires around town. It had to be someone else.” I pointed across the street to a small parking garage that was previously reserved for a building of doctor’s offices that was no longer there. “The only people who use that parking garage are folks who would be shopping in this area, and there just aren’t that many stores. I think we sho
uld go check that out and see if it looks like anyone was hanging out watching from up above.”
“Ugh, yea, you’re probably right,” Kevin groaned. “Let’s get it over with.” We both knew this was the shit part of investigations. The following of the cold trail, as it were. Essentially, we were going to go to each floor of that garage—thankfully, it was only about seven floors—and we were going to look around to see if anyone had left any evidence that seemed like they had been hanging out for a long time, camped out and monitoring the scene. It was a long shot but certainly worth a look, and so far, our only possible lead.
We reached the third floor and still hadn’t found anything. Walking along the edge of the garage facing the scene, we were starting to get deflated. Investigations could be so boring, and this was like finding a needle in a haystack, but I still felt like this was the spot. Somewhere, there had to be evidence someone had been hanging out here, watching. I just knew it. By the time we reached the fifth floor, Kevin was agitated and sweating.
“This fucking blows,” he muttered.
“Yes, yes, it does,” I kind of laughed. That pretty much summed it up in a nutshell. Then I saw what I was hoping for: a pile of cigarette butts. I couldn’t believe it. “I found it!” I exclaimed.
“Oh thank God. What is it?” He raced over to where I had kneeled down. Looking over my shoulder, he saw them too. “This is the spot. You did find it. And look at the view from here. You can see absolutely everything from this spot. And there’s perfect cover as well.” I stood up and looked out the garage, and sure enough, you could see at least two full city blocks, including our scene directly across the street. You’d have been able to see the entire fire clearly, and you’d have been able to see the emergency response as well. Whoever was here had watched everything unfold, and they had been here for a while. The cigarette butts were fresh; they still had a white color to their filters, as if they were new, indicating they hadn’t been there very long.
