“Oh God,” I moan as she continues to push my cock further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she doesn’t stop. She hollows her cheeks even more as she continues to suck on me.
I place my hand on her head, pushing her down a little more, loving the feeling she is giving me right now as she continues to stare up at me, enjoying my moans.
“Damn baby, you look so good sucking my cock,” I whisper to her, and she moans, causing vibrations to zing through my cock to my balls.
“Fuck,” I call out, “So good,” I tell her, closing my eyes and enjoying the pleasure she is giving me.
I’m so close, I can feel my spine tingling and my balls tighten up, I need to come.
I wrap my fingers in her hair, and I thrust my hips up as I push her head down, needing to come in her mouth.
She continues to suck and gag as I pick up the pace and continue thrusting into her mouth, needing to feel the release until I finally explode in her mouth. There’s so much cum, that it starts to dribble from her mouth down her chin, mixing with her saliva, but she continues sucking me clean.
I wake with a start, “What the hell?” My breaths come out in pants as if I really did have sex. I feel wetness in my sweatpants and quickly realize I came in my sleep. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was a teenager, dreaming about Mrs. Jacobs from Science class as she wore her lab coat and glasses that made her look like a hot librarian.
“Shit, I’m fucked,” I whisper before getting up to take another shower.
Chapter Eight
MYA
When Heath and I returned to the hotel after dinner, he went to his room to call Chris, and I went to mine, taking a shower, and now sitting on the bed going through the files that the Homicide Division sent us.
I know I had Heath read them to me on our drive, but now I do a deep dive into the reports. Hopefully in the morning, Detective Maguire will have the toxicology reports for us. As I read the reports, I also look at the pictures that were taken of the crime scenes.
Each of the males had their ring fingers cut off, and both the females and the males had their necks sliced. Reading the autopsy reports of the first four victims, there were no hesitation marks. This was done by someone with knowledge and skills.
I read through the reports on the victims themselves and see that each of the males were with their secretaries, coming back from a conference or meeting held in Maine.
“The question is, were they really there for meetings, or were they having affairs?” I ask myself as I jot the question down on my notepad.
I look at the companies listed for each of the male victims and send an email to Frankie.
Frankie,
Could you speak to someone at IFSys and confirm if Mr. John Barber attended a meeting or conference there for the weekend of 28-30 April?
Also, speak with someone at FD Banking and confirm if Mr. Jonathan Grisholm attended a meeting or conference for the weekend of 12-14 May.
Any news on Kim?
Mya
I click send and sigh deeply. I look at the clock and see it’s after midnight. I know I need to get some sleep, but I have so much running through my head, not just with this case and Kim’s disappearance, but also a gorgeous asshole Detective.
I don’t understand why he affects me so much, but thoughts of him have my body humming with need and excitement. I can only hope he has a better attitude tomorrow, but even I have to scoff at the thought.
I gather the files, place them on the desk, and get into bed. I turn off the light but lay in the dark with my eyes open and my mind playing out different scenarios of the blue-eyed detective.
I roll to my side, trying to shut off my mind to stop the ache that is forming between my thighs.
I take some deep breaths to calm my body down, and then close my eyes. I will myself to go to sleep.
I wake up a few hours later feeling hot and needy. My dreams were filled with the hot detective, so much so that I need another shower. Turning on the hot water to wash the remaining images from my mind, I step under the spray and allow the tension to leave my body. I wash up quickly, wanting to get some coffee.
Once I’m dressed, I look at the clock and see it’s six am. I walk out of my room, next door, and knock on Heath’s door.
He opens it swiftly with a smile, “Good…” He stops and looks at me. “Did you sleep last night?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, causing his smile to disappear.
“I got a couple of hours. I was reading through the files until after midnight,” I tell him, honestly. “Why? Do I look that bad?” I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“You don’t look bad. You never look bad,” he says, overly complimenting the look part, “But I can tell you didn’t get much sleep. Did you hear anything about Kim?” he asks as he closes his door, and we make our way down to the lobby for coffee and breakfast.
“No,” I reply in a whisper. “I did send Frankie an email asking him to look into two companies, and I also asked about any updates on Kim, so hopefully, we will hear something this morning when they get into the office.”
He nods, as we both make our way to the coffee station. I’m hoping the caffeine will help me look less tired before we get to the station.
We both snag a little table in the corner before going to look at the complimentary breakfast. I opt for a bagel, cream cheese, and a hard-boiled egg.
Heath comes back to the table, his plate filled with pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs, and a yogurt cup.
I can only shake my head as I take a bite of my bagel.
“So, why do you want Frankie to check into companies,” Heath asks before taking another bite of his pancakes.
