I smiled and stepped out of my jeans that were still around my ankles.
My dick bounced with each step I took and her eyes stayed glued to the movement.
Licking her lips, she laid down completely on the table, spreading her legs slightly more before grabbing a hold of the edge and waiting.
Anticipation raced through my veins.
When I finally got close enough to her, I dropped down onto my knees and ran my hands up the outside of her thighs.
They were smooth and soft, and oh so sexy.
Her sex was at eye level with me as I leaned in and licked her.
Her unique flavor bloomed on my tongue, and all good intentions about taking it slow flew out the fucking window.
I buried my face in her pussy, smothering myself with her heat.
I arrowed my tongue and plunged it into her core, nose running along her perineum as my hand came up and shot straight to her clit.
I flicked it twice with the edge of my thumb, causing her to grind her pussy back into me.
When I next came up for air, I buried two fingers in her dripping entrance and leaned back in to lick her hairless lips.
She gasped and gyrated her hips as a moan escaped her lips.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
With two more flicks from my tongue and a curl from my fingers, I stood and lined my cock up to her entrance.
She wiggled her ass and pushed back.
I slammed into her, causing the table to move at least two inches across the kitchen floor.
She screamed, but I didn’t slow.
I knew it wasn’t a painful scream. It was a pleasurable one.
She gasped with each thrust of my hips.
Each time I pulled all the way out, letting my cock that was glistening with her juices stop at her entrance before I plowed back inside.
Her screams became one long drawn out moan, and I felt that particular feeling start to tickle at the base of my balls.
Each swing of my hips had my sac slapping against her clit.
And when I felt her pussy start to tighten down on my dick, I lost my control on my release.
The next thrust forward, my balls drew up, and my eyes squeezed shut.
She screamed, and I felt the rhythmic pulse of her orgasm as it coursed through her.
The tunnel my dick was shuttling into became slicker, and my orgasm took over.
Her vaginal walls coaxed my release from the end of my dick.
Hot, thick pulses of my come shot into her channel in quick bursts, and I saw stars.
My hands clenched down onto her ass, hard.
I opened my eyes long moments later to my phone ringing in my discarded pants.
“You may wanna get that,” she gasped.
I laughed and pulled out of her pussy.
My release leaked out of her entrance, trailing down the length of her lips to drip onto the table beneath.
“You’re gonna have to clean this. Like for real.” She laughed as she pushed up to her elbows to look at me.
I winked. “My cleaning lady’s on the fritz. I’ll have to see about hiring a new one.”
She shook her head and reached for the shirt of mine that was laid over the back of the chair closest to her.
Taking it, she wiped the table free of my come and then started in on herself.
“You know,” I teased. “I was planning to put that back on later.”
She shrugged uncaringly. “Too damn bad.”
The phone stopped ringing, and I couldn’t say that I cared too much.
I found I quite liked makeup sex, and all of the worry I’d felt earlier had dissipated.
However, by the time I got to my pants, it’d started up again.
All that worry came back with a vengeance as I looked in trepidation at the readout.
Shit.
I answered the phone and put it up to my ear. “Pena.”
“Hey,” Luke said tiredly. “I got something you need to see.”Chapter 17Shit just got real. Now watch while I light the fucker up.
-Nico to his teammates
Nico
I was numb.
My head felt like there was white noise on full volume playing in it.
“They’re alive,” I said, shaking my head. “They wouldn’t be any good to them dead. They have to be alive.”
“The child, at least. If we’re lucky, the other kids. As for Candice and Guy, I’m assuming most of that blood is theirs. There’re tire tracks from Guy’s wheelchair throughout the entire room. And they lead down to the basement door,” Luke said from his standing point in the middle of the room.
The only thing that kept racing through my mind, over and over again, was that I should’ve checked on them sooner.
Maybe then none of this would’ve happened.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This place was a goddamned disaster.
Blood was everywhere.
It looked sickly bright against the white carpet and white tile across the living room and into the kitchen.
The added smear marks of what looked like something being dragged through the blood was even more disheartening.
“How’d you know?” I asked, eyes focusing on a small baby blanket that was hanging partially off the loveseat, the very tip dragging in the blood next to the couch.
The blood was slowly seeping up the length of the blanket as it was absorbed by the spongy material, and I shuddered.
Other than the signs of a struggle and blood, there was no other evidence surrounding or inside of the scene.
I’d been called only after the scene had been combed for any evidence. It’d still be a crime scene, but they’d no longer collect anything on it due to so many people running back and forth throughout the area.
When no one answered, I tried again.
“How was this found?” I asked, eyes scanning the area some more.
“Tip from your woman when we told her about the suicide. She was speaking with the receptionist about the chick she replaced.” Luke murmured, eyes blank.
My brain was trying to comprehend just what my eyes were showing it, but it was a little slow on the uptake, and I was grateful.
I felt very fondly for this family, and to know something bad had happened to them really shredded my heart to tiny little pieces.