Page 6 of Coming Home to You
I take a step closer, grateful there’s no one I know in here tonight.“How about we don’t do any talking at all?”
Miranda smiles as her free hand goes to my chest, her nails digging in as she takes a step towards me so her tits are now pressing against me.“That sounds like a good idea, Detective.”
Thirty minutes later and we’re pulling into the shitty apartment I live in just outside of Dorchester.This couldn’t be a worse neighborhood to live in and I’m probably going to wind up with Miranda spending the night because it’s safer than trying to get her home in a cab.Maybe it will get me a morning after fuck too.
We walk silently up the stairs to my one bedroom apartment.As I close the door behind me and throw my keys into the bowl on the counter, Miranda pounces on me, not bothering with small talk anymore.I find my back pressed against the front door and her tits against my chest and before I can say a word, her lips are on mine and her tongue is forcing its way into my mouth.
She tastes like wine and I realize that neither of us have had dinner and that’s probably why she’s as drunk as she is.I’m not really concerned with eating right now, at least not the food variety.
I put my hands on her hips and push off the door, walking her backwards in the direction of my bedroom.
“Detective,” she murmurs, her lips briefly leaving mine.“Are you trying to seduce me?”
I can’t help but laugh.“I think we’re way past that point.”
“Mmmm,” she whispers, her fingers sliding off my suit jacket before moving to the buttons on my shirt.
I’m less considerate of hers; grabbing the front and ripping it open in one quick move.I hear buttons fly across the room, but I’m too distracted by her huge tits spilling out from a black lace bra to even care.I slide my hands around her back and unclasp it, my mouth immediately sucking on one of her nipples the instant it’s free.Miranda’s head falls back with a groan and I palm her other tit with my hand, my fingers twisting and squeezing the nipple.
“Undo my pants,” I mumble, needing to get this show on the road.Miranda fumbles with the belt and zipper and it occurs to me that she may be drunk enough that she’s not entirely in control here.But when she finally gets them down my hips and her hand goes immediately for my dick, I stop caring.I make quick work of her skirt and panties before I push her backwards onto the bed, enjoying the bounce of her tits as she lands.
“You like it rough, Detective?”she purrs as she lays back and opens her legs invitingly.
“I like it hard,” I tell her, reaching for a condom in the side drawer.“Hard and fast.”
Because this, with her, can be nothing like it was with Kelsey.Even though at times, it was rough and sometimes even fast, especially when we needed to sneak in a quickie in one of the empty rooms at the inn, it was nothing like the meaningless sex this is about to be.Tonight is nothing more than rough, hard and fast sex that temporarily satisfies.The kind that gives you a release and leaves you sated for the night, but which deep down, barely scratches the surface of what you really need.
“Well, hurry up and give it to me then,” Miranda says, bending her right leg at the knee and exposing her already glistening pussy to me.
“How about we go back to the no more talking thing,” I say, as I bend down and bury my face in her pussy and stop thinking about it all together.
An hour and two fucks later, Miranda is fast asleep.Curled around me as though we are long-term lovers who’ve done this a thousands times before.It feels wrong and awkward and I know I’m going to struggle to sleep with her beside me like this.I’m too exhausted for another round of fucking and in any case, I’m not sure I could possibly bring myself to do it.Ever since I started this whole shitfight, I’ve had a near constant barrage of images both of the victim and of Kelsey’s naked body assault me.Giving up on sleep entirely, I drag myself out of bed, pull on some sweats and walk into the living room, pouring myself a large scotch before collapsing on the couch.Reluctantly, I pull out a photo album, hidden beneath the couch, and open it on my lap.It’s filled with photos of Kelsey and me, and even though I’ve spent the last ten years telling myself to let her go, deep down I know that I never quite do.
That I probably never will.
Chapter Three
Kelsey
I feel his mouth on me, the stubble of his unshaven face rub against my inner thigh and I moan.I’m squirming as he grips my thighs tightly with his hands, bending my legs at the knees and spreading them.Warmth builds in my belly and spills out, covering me with the sensation of being on fire.I stretch out on the bed and open my legs even wider.I need him to see what he’s doing to me.I’m soaked, dripping with desire, and craving him.
His tongue caresses the inside of my leg, but he stops short of exactly where I need him to be.He’s teasing me and the thought makes me grow even more needy.
“Please,” I beg, lifting my hips off the bed and forcing myself closer to him.
He laughs, but responds seductively with, “What, baby?”And flicks his tongue against my clit.
I throw my head back and close my eyes, my hips leave the bed again as his mouth finally connects exactly where I need it.His tongue thrusting in and out of me while his thumb presses against my overly sensitive hard nub.
Writhing and panting as my breathing becomes labored, I tangle my fingers in his hair, just waiting for the moment when I finally come undone.
He stops and looks up the length of my body, his gorgeous blue eyes filled with lust and desire as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Kels, baby,” he says, and just the sound of his voice nearly pushes me over the edge.“I could spend hours tasting you, fucking you, making you come.”
I gasp at his words and feel my body begin to tingle, moaning again, this time louder and more desperate.
“I need to come.Make me come, Beck,” I plead.
