"I don't want to be cute, Jake."
"Okay, then. What is it you want to be?" Jake asked and I could tell by his tone that he was only humoring me which sent me into my zone. My shock and awe zone, if we were to give it a name.
"I want to learn to suck you," I said with as much gumption as I could gather, even though I sounded breathy even to my own ears. While I had been thinking about it, freaking thinking about it a lot, I didn't know that I would approach the subject quite so…bluntly when I was able to talk about it, which obviously hadn't been now.
I felt his body still and hold that stillness for a couple of heartbeats.
"You want to suck me," he repeated as he came unstuck and began to stroke my back. From my position tucked against his throat I couldn't see his expression but the tone I heard was one that seemed to straddle the fence between disbelief and hope.
"You want to suck my cock?" he clarified. I felt the covers move softly around our hips, knowing that the thought was beginning to excite him as much as it did me. It may have been a shock and awe move, but both of us were considering it and finding the thought of it awesome.
"Mmm-hmm. I want you to teach me how to please you with my mouth." Now the new subject was out in the open, Jake didn't seem interested in pursuing how 'cute' I was. 'Yea, me! I cheered to myself as I raised up onto an elbow and leaned my chin against his chest, wanting to see his expression and not just hear the words. I watched him as he gazed into my eyes and contemplated me as if gauging my sincerity.
"Okay, " he said finally.
"Okay?" I said hoping my voice didn't sound as eager as I felt. Sultry, sexy and seductive women didn't sound eager, did they? I had started this whole thing just to get him away from seeing me as cute and was more than a little surprised that I had just kind of blurted it out and now I was gonna get to do it. I reached a hand beneath the covers and captured his ever growing hardness in my soft fist. "You're gonna tell me how, right?"
"Easy, tiger," Jake said on a chuckle. "Here's the rules. Lots of wetness and suction from your mouth is great, but no teeth. Would like it if you use your hand to stroke what won't fit in your mouth." Jake's eyes bored into mine and he reached down to hold my hand still on his cock before he asked me again, "You sure, Caitlin?"
I looked up at him and saw the expression on his face. I was getting used to reading him and this is one expression I had learned from our first day together. The one that said it was okay if you do or don't and there'll be no hard feelings either way. Right then, I knew what I wanted so I told him, straight up. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."
"Damn, Darlin', just thinking about having your mouth…" I heard him say on a groan, his cock flexing within my soft grip. His eyes, his gorgeous freaking eyes, stayed on mine adding to the excitement I was already feeling.
Jake didn't finish his sentence but he did release my hand, so I moved the covers off of us and slid myself down to kneel between his legs. I glanced up at him, trying to hold his length between my hands as I smiled and used my tongue to capture that first bead of moisture that leaked out. Jake had been tucking pillows behind his head so he could watch me, but his whole body stilled when he felt my slippery tongue moving over his sensitive cock-head and I heard his audible, sharp intake of air that broke both the silence and his stillness.
As directed, I kept my mouth very wet, used suction and watched my teeth.
I used my hands to slide up and down in the wetness from my mouth, over the fullness that my mouth couldn't contain. But my bucking hips were calling, too, since I was slick and swollen, hot from the movements of my mouth on him. I stealthily moved one hand off of him to slide beneath my body to stroke myself.
"Wanna watch," Jake groaned. He had captured my hair from my face in order to see my mouth working on him so it wasn't until I felt his hand dragging my leg over his thigh that I realized that he wanted to watch my fingers as I played with myself. I glanced up as I bent my knee and pulled it back showing him, exposing myself and my busy fingers to his hot gaze.
I was right.
It was awesome.
*.*.*.*.*
"Hey, Baby, it's me," Fiona used her most seductive voice as she murmured into her cell phone. "Can't wait to see you again. Think you can slip the witch a few more pills and meet me tonight? Me and my pussy are missing you something fierce, sugar."
She paused as if thinking of something spontaneous but she had spent ten minutes practicing her words before making the call.
"Oh! And Layton? Could you see about getting the cops off my back? They came to my place early this morning and woke me up. Your such a big man, you can make them stop harassing me, can't you, baby? Anyway, call me so we can plan something especially naughty for tonight, 'kay?"
Just as Fiona was closing her phone she heard a loud pounding at the door. "I'm coming. Shit, keep your shirt on. What is this, Grand Central Station?"
She was surprised to see Hank was the pounder when she finally opened the door. "What are you doing here, baby?"
"You fuckin' around on me, Fee?" he yelled storming into the room and slamming the door behind him.
"What are you talking about?" Fiona said calmly but her thoughts were racing, wondering how Hank had found out.
"Those detectives said you were seeing other men. That true?"
She moved towards him with her mind was working overtime to think of a way to keep him in the dark and on her string. He may not be the most powerful man in town but Hank had a decided kink that meshed with hers and gave her out-of-this-world orgasms. She wasn't going to let him go, not willingly anyway. Before she could slide her arms around him though, Hank grabbed her by the shoulders.
"You fuckin' around on me? Tell me the truth!" Hank seemed to have a one-track mind this morning and Fiona almost sighed aloud thinking about the amount of time she was gonna have to spend just to calm his shit down.
"Hank, honey, you know I'd never do that to you," she purred. "You're my one and only, baby. You know that. Why'd you think they'd tell you something like that? Hmm?" she made her voice higher and more girlish. "You doubting your little girl? Huh, Daddy?" She watched as the blonde giant closed his eyes as he listened to her.
"Oh, Daddy…" she whispered breathily and felt his fingers release the tight hold on her shoulders. Her eyes slid down and saw his cock lengthening beneath the zipper of his pants. Placing her hands against his growing hardness, she snuggled against him with a small wiggle as she placed her mouth near his ear.
"Have I been naughty, Daddy? Do you need to pull down my panties and spank me? Make my cheeks pink with your hand? Hmm?"
"Bring me the Bible, little girl. Then get yourself ready. You've been a bad girl and Daddy's gotta teach you right from wrong," Hank demanded, his cock now twitching in response to her strokes, his face a bright red which she knew was another sign of his arousal.
She ran to the built in bookshelves and grabbed the large book and placed it on the arm of the couch before moving to her room to don the special little dress and ruffled panties, putting her long hair into two pigtails. Even though she was gonna have to sit through about five minutes of listening to him read, she knew that when he was done, Hank was going to give it to her and give it to her good. She sashayed back down the hall holding the hem of her short, moving, fluffy dress in one hand, while she gently bit the forefinger of her other.
"Oh, Daddy…" she breathed her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I've been such a naughty little girl."
Hank was already flipping the thin pages trying to find the perfect words of the Lord to start her punishment this time.
*.*.*.*.*
Jake saw the police cars lining the street outside the club from two blocks away.
"What'd you think it is, Jake?" Caitlin asked.
"Dunno, Darlin'. But, I bet we'll find out."
Dale's call from earlier this morning was to ask if Jake could open at the club this morning since the police wanted to question him down at the station. Jake saw him now, leaning back against the passenger door of his Corvette with his eyes closed.
"Stay here, Caitlin, yeah?" Jake asked his eyes still on his partner as he climbed out of the Kia. He crossed the gravelly black-top his eyes sweeping over the crime scene tape and the milling crowd of lookey-loos pressing themselves against it. He made his way over to Dale's car and leaned against the car next to him, crossing his ankles in a deceptively relaxed pose.
"What's goin' on, Dale?"
Dale opened his eyes and straightened, relief evident at seeing him. "Jake! Thank God, you're here. They found another body. Behind the dumpster." Dale swallowed and looked at his feet. "They made me identify her before they took her body away. I thought her name was Carla--you know, that new girl we hired a couple months back?"
Jake had been listening to Dale as he spoke, hearing the stuff that wasn't being said but that lingered behind his words. When Dale stopped, Jake made his hand circle to indicate Dale needed to keep talking.
"Her name wasn't Carla, Jake." Dale dragged his hand across his mouth. "It was Renee. Renee Jamison."
Jake felt his body stiffen. Okay, this was bad. This was very bad. "Ram here?" he asked on a quiet voice.
"He was. Don't know if he's still here. What're we gonna do, Jake?"
Jake straighten and crossed his arms as he thought. "Nothing," he finally rumbled firmly.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing we can do, Dale. Why don't we leave the club closed for today and let the police get on with it."
"What about the staff, Jake? Losing a full day's pay for some of them is gonna be a real hit."
"You talkin' 'bout the kitchen staff?" Jake saw Dale's nod from the corner of his eye. "Okay, how 'bout we let them have the day off with pay. That sound okay to you?"
"Sure, Jake. Good idea. I'll go in the front and get them to close everything up before I leave."
"Be sure to put a sign on the door, yeah?"
"Yeah, Jake."
"You gonna be okay? You don't look so good."
"Embarrassed myself in front of the cops earlier. Until this shit came down I didn't know I had such a weak stomach," he offered with a small smile.
"Call me if you need me." Jake grabbed Dale's shoulder and gave it a shake. "Play nice, big guy."
"See ya, Jake."
*.*.*.*.*
I watched Jake as he came back to the car. I loved watching him move, his walk almost a cat-like prowl making other men's gait look ungainly and heavy. When I finally dragged my eyes to his face, though, I could see a deep scowl.
"What happened, baby?" I asked when he was back in his seat and firing up the car.
"Change in plans, Darlin'," He rumbled as he steered the car out of the parking lot and back on the road. "Instead of using the computer at the club, we're going to my house so you can put the rental up using the laptop or the other computer upstairs."
"Oh, okay." I thought about this for a minute before asking, "Did you find out what was going on at the club?"
He glanced at me across the console before flicking his eyes back forward. I waited for him to answer, which was a long time coming.
"Found another body," he finally said. I waited and as the silence dragged on I recognized that Jake wasn't just trying to soften the blow of bad news; he was trying to find a way not to say it at all. So I steeled myself before asking, "Who was it?"