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I am balls deep inside of him as he kneels in front of me moaning my name. It’s been a couple of weeks since his schedule has allowed us time together and he is making up for lost time. I have been fucking this particular lawyer for the past two years, and he never disappoints in the bedroom. Or more accurately, the hotel room. I spank him just how he likes it and am rewarded by him squeezing me tightly and a high pitched moan. “Come on Charles, cum for me.” I growl as I plow his arse.
“Jesse!” Charles cries out as he cums, his hole clenching around me and making it hard for me to hold back. I continue to rut in and out of him before I explode into the condom then collapse on his back before rolling to my side and dragging him with me so I am spooning him. He hums happily and I want to roll my eyes. He gets clingy after sex.
I pull out of him and turn away to deal with the condom which gets a little whimper of displeasure from Charles but I don’t care. He rolls over and moves his black hair out of his face, the sides a little salt and peppered as he trains his dark green eyes on me. He puckers his lips a little and I resist the urge to roll my eyes in front of him and lean in to kiss him, indulging his fantasy that this is more than just a fuck.
My phone rings and I am secretly glad at the interruption. I check the caller ID and see that it’s the medical examiner's office. “Detective Wilson.”
“Hello my slutty detective friend, I have a body with your name written all over it.” Jess’ chipper voice rings in my ears. It’s a shame my best friend is the cheery medical examiner. First time I met her I tried to hit on her and she laughed in my face and we have been friends ever since.
“Right, I will be in shortly.” I answer formally, can’t let Charles in on what conversation I am having. He is a lawyer after all. He is currently laid on his stomach, tracing shapes on my stomach. It feels kinda nice.
“Say goodbye to whoever's in your bed for me.” Jess roars with laughter before hanging up. I hope Charles didn’t hear that last bit.
“You have to go.” Charles states the obvious, disappointment clear on his face.
“Yeah, duty calls.” I say as I hop out of bed, hunting my clothes down and binning the condom.
“I’m free next week.” Charles tries his hand at being seductive and I continue to pull my pants up, doing my belt and zipper up.
“We’ll see where this case gets me.” I say noncommittally. I am wondering if his fine arse is worth the clinginess. It is nice having an easy root on call. Not that he is my only one. I will have to call Maddison and cancel on her. Such a shame.
“I miss you.” Charles whines and I want to tell him to fuck off but hold my tongue. I’m not ready to end what we have yet but if he gets any clingier I am going to have to. Maybe I could tell him I’m also screwing his wife. That might make him back the fuck off.
I finish getting dressed and lean down to give the poor guy a quick kiss, “Cya Charles.” I then walk out the hotel room and head to the medical examiner’s office, aka, the morgue.
~~~~~
“So was it the wife or the husband this time? Or someone new?” Jess snorts as she hands me a file. I read the name at the top, Stefan Miller.
“Husband. And he is getting all clingy again.” I mumble as I skim read the file.
“Maybe he loves you.” She grins at me and I glare at her.
“I don’t do love.” I say, “Where’s the stiff?”
“You need to respect the dead more.” Jess scolds me as she marches over to one of the tables with a body laid out on it. Something about him looks familiar but I can’t quite place it.
“Stefan Miller, paramedic, shot twice in the chest. Signs of being restrained prior to death with pre-mortem injuries to his hands, feet, legs and abdomen. Poor guy was tortured before he was killed.” Jess rests a gloved hand near Stefan’s head and the sandy blonde hair sparks a memory I had long thought I had buried. The kind medic who helped me the day I was arrested.
“Stefan.” I say his name and Jess gives me a curious look. I clear my throat and open the file again, “Says he was dumped in an alley. Got any particulars for me?”
“Already sent everything off to the lab, what do you take me for?” She snorts again.
“My beautiful goddess that refuses my affections.” I lay it on thick for her as usual and she scoffs.
“Mmhm, right player. Get out of my office and catch the big bad killer.” She swats at me as she takes her gloves off.
“Yes, gorgeous.” I bow to her and skip away with the file. As soon as I am away from her my gait slows and I lean against the wall as the panic takes over my chest. I attempt to push those horrible memories back in the little box in my mind I store them in. I don’t have time for any of that.
I head to the police department and throw the file on my desk before plonking my butt in the chair and rubbing my temples. This case is going to be trouble for me. I can already sense it. As if on cue, the chief comes to my desk, “You’re on the Miller case, right?”
“I just got the file now. I’m a little shocked that I wasn’t called to the scene to begin with.” I read that Owens was the one to do the initial assessment and everything so am wondering why I am now on the case.
“Keith’s wife just went into labour so he had to drop all his cases. You got this one and it’s a good thing you did. It’s a messy one.” Chief Hart says as she gestures to me to follow her to her office, “Seems like we have some agents on the case as well.”
“Oh goodie.” I say, dripping in sarcasm. I don’t exactly get along well with agents, probably cause they arrested me five years ago.
“This is Detective Jesse Wilson. He is on the Miller case and will be working with you on Stefan Miller’s case.” Chief Hart says as soon as we enter her office and I take one look at the two agents and I want the world to swallow me whole.
Looking exactly the same as they did five years ago are agent Benji and agent Amanda. They both have matching looks of shock on their face while my heart does a crazy thing and beats out of control. My eyes are rooted on Benji, my body yearning for him already and I scold myself internally. Despite it being over five years, I still apparently hold a flame for my first ill fated love.
“For fuck sakes.” Manda swears and Chief Hart raises her eyebrow at us.
“So you all know each other.” The chief says as she looks between me and the agents.
“Unfortunately.” Manda says as she looks at Benji who hasn’t stopped staring at me. I want to squirm under his gaze but resist the urge, standing firm.
“Why are you here?” I demand. I’m not even asking about the case. I just want to know how they ended up in my precinct. I want to know, of all agents, why him.
“Well, I don’t know if you have noticed Detective Nincompoop, but our colleague died.” Manda sasses me and I bristle at her tone and the fact she called me a nincompoop.
Benji elbows Manda who shoots him a dirty look. “Stefan was undercover in gaining information on one of our most wanted. We lost contact with him a week ago and then he showed up dead here.”
“So you guys are stealing the case?” I grumble. It’s not like I particularly wanted it but the thought of them just swooping in and taking it, rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it’s just him.
“No, unfortunately, you are working alongside us.” Manda is full of sass today and I want to shove it back down her throat. It’s not like I chose this either!
“Fantastic.” I grumble as I walk out the door, “Follow me.” I demand, not even caring if they do or don’t. It seems like my past has finally come back to bite me in the arse.
~~~~~
We use one of the meeting rooms as a base of operations. With some reluctance Benji and Manda hand over the files on the case Stefan was working on. Some of it is redacted which irritates me but I obviously don’t have the clearance these two would have. I can feel Benji’s eyes on me as Manda talks about the case with me. We don’t have a lot to go off right now, just poor Stefan in the morgue and the stuff from the alley that Owen logged.
“I don’t know about you two but I am starving.” Manda complains as she clutches her stomach. “I saw a burger place down the street, I’m gonna get us something to eat.” She stands up and stretches before giving Benji a pointed look before sashaying out the room.
Fucking great. Now I am alone with the one person I don’t want to talk to. Which is a total lie that I am telling myself in the hopes it comes true. I pick up one of the files and pretend to read it while looking covertly at Benji. I find him looking at me still and want to scream in frustration. “Jesse-”
“Don’t.” I spit out the word like it’s venom. Benji flinches and I want to take it back. I am just not ready to hear him out. I don’t know if I will ever be ready for that.
“Please, can you just-” He tries again, stepping closer to me and I snap.
“I don’t want to hear it, Benji. Whatever you want to say, just keep it to yourself. We have a job to do, that’s it.” I thrust the file back up, blocking any view of him which has part of my brain screaming in protest. It’s so confusing being near him again. Part of me seems to long for him while another part wants nothing to do with him.
He sits back down and I breathe a sigh of relief that I don’t have to deal with it now. After a solid twenty minutes of silence, Manda comes back with burgers and fries for everyone, “Did yous just sit here while I was out?” She looks between us like we are idiots.
“I was reading the files to get up to speed.” I protest. I had actually read some of it in my defiance so I wasn’t really lying. Manda scoffs and thrusts a burger in my face which I take off of her, unwrapping it to take a bite. Benji is still looking at me, his expression slightly pissed. I shrug my shoulders at him and continue reading and eating.
~~~~~
I avoid being alone with Benji all week, even pulling Jess into conversations she doesn’t need to be a part of in order to halt whatever conversation he tries to start with me. I often see Manda looking between us and she is the worst for slipping away to do things, leaving me alone with him all the damn time. I have managed to weasel myself out of it but I feel like I am running out of time.
To top it off, we are getting nowhere in the case. Not a single piece of solid evidence points to anyone and I am getting more and more frustrated. I am currently sitting at home, petting Oscar, my one eyed, one-eared black cat while rereading the case files to try and find a shred of usable evidence. There’s a knock at my door and I swing my head to face it, puzzled. I am not expecting anyone and it is unusual for people to come here unannounced.
I move Oscar off my knee and stand up, stretching a little as I walk towards the door. Whoever it is knocks again, louder this time. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” I call out loud enough for them to hear. I unlock the door before swinging it open and my jaw drops a little when I see Benji standing there in a leather jacket with a tight-fitting white t-shirt and jeans.
“We need to talk.” He says as he glares at me on my doorstep. He has the audacity of looking that fucking fine while glaring at me. My stupid body reacts, almost leaning towards him as the blood in my body tries to relocate to my dick.
I glare back at him, “So you’re stalking me now?” I spit the words at him as I feel a little panic seep in that he found my address.
“Oh please, is your ego that high now?” He says as he pushes past me into my apartment. I grab his arm to stop him walking in and he kicks the door closed, challenging me.
“How’d you find where I live then?” I ask as I back down a little, cursing myself internally as I let him in my apartment, letting go of his arm.
He walks into the lounge, eyeing Oscar who is asleep on the couch, before turning to face me, a smug smirk on his handsome face, “Have you forgotten I’m a hacker?”
“Seems rather unethical to hack someone’s address and then barge in.” I cross my arms, my scowl deepening. This is the most we have talked at all and it has me on edge.
“You wouldn’t talk to me.” Benji complains, mirroring me and folding his arms over his chest. His leather-clad biceps bulge and I feel the tingles erupt over my body. Why does he have to be so damn attractive?
“What do you want, Benji?” I sigh in defeat. I am not getting out of this conversation and I would rather just have it over and done with at this point.
“I want to have a chance to explain myself.” He drops his arms, his shoulders relaxing a little as he gives me an earnest look.
“How you told me everything was going to be alright and then you left me to get raped? You want to explain that.” I get angry again, tears threatening to overwhelm me as old wounds open up.
“That’s not fair Jesse.” He cries out, stepping closer to me.
“Life’s not fair Benji.” I yell at him, standing my ground as he gets closer.
“You don’t think I don’t regret not taking you with me?” He yells at me, choking on his words.
“Why didn’t you?” I am still yelling, “I would have gone with you anywhere. I loved you!”
“I loved you too! I thought I was protecting you!” He steps so close I can feel his breath on my face. My brain is running a million miles an hour as my eyes dart all over his face. We are both so angry at each other but another kind of spark is igniting between us and it refuses to be ignored.
So I do something incredibly stupid. I grab the back of his head and pull him to kiss me in a violent kiss, our teeth clashing together as we both attempt to gain the upper hand. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me tight against his hard body while I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.
It’s clear we are both still angry with one another as we channel the passion into the sexual tension that surrounds us. I grab Benji’s jacket and start to pull him towards my bedroom before attempting to take it off him without breaking the kiss. I managed to toss it on the back of the couch as we passed by, running my hands over his biceps as soon as I could.
I reach for the door handle as Benji breaks away from the kiss to land a kiss on my neck, nipping at my skin a little, making me gasp. I throw open the door and turn us around so I can shove Benji into my room. We are both breathing heavily as we stare down at one another. I step closer as I say, “This changes nothing.”
“Shut up, Jesse.” He growls as he grabs me, ripping open my button-up shirt. I am sure I saw some buttons fly off and glare at him, opening my mouth to yell at him some more when he yanks my shirt off and pulls me back into a heated kiss.
I want to pay him back but I don’t think I have the strength to rip his shirt from his body. I pull back from kissing him and he attacks my throat again, “That shirt was expensive.” I complain and he growls against my throat.
“Will you just shut up?” He grabs my face and pulls me into another kiss. I refuse to allow my knees to go weak, claiming him as much as he is claiming me. Our tongues slide together as we fight for dominance.
“Let me take your top off.” I mumble against his lips.
“If it will shut you up.” He pulls away and I grab the hem of his shirt and yank it upwards awarding me the most delicious view of his torso. He is still as beautiful as I remember, maybe even better and I reach out to touch him, letting my hands glide over his chest and abs. Benji sucks a breath in as I touch him, a little gasp escaping his lips as I trace the lines of his muscles.
I lean down and kiss his chest, loving the feel of his warm skin against my tongue. I nip and suck at his pecs as his fingers find their way into my hair. I make it to his nipple where I suck and bite until he yanks my head back, panting heavily and pulls me back up into a kiss. I grip him tightly before shoving him backwards onto the bed.
I step between his knees and lean down to grab them, opening his legs wider. I trail my hands up his thighs to tug at the waistband of his jeans. I unbutton and pull the zipper down before yanking them down his thighs. I am shocked to see him wearing white see-through boxers, his hard cock on show through the thin material. “Someone came prepared.” I cock my eyebrow at him as I tug his jeans off his legs, pulling his shoes off in the process. Part of me is mad he thought he would get this far with me, the other part is impressed.
“And?” He challenges me, raising his own eyebrow in return. He even has a smug little smirk on his face and I want to wipe it off. I lean down and kiss him again, our teeth clashing again as I wipe the smirk off his face the best way I know how. I reach down and stroke his big cock through the mesh material and he moans into my mouth, making me smile against his lips.
“I’m not the soft little virgin you remember.” I whisper in his ear before I lean back and whip his boxers off his body, ripping them a little with the force of it.
“Prove it.” Benji taunts me and I growl in the back of my throat. I am going to make him come undone. And he is going to thank me for it.
“Hope you like being the bottom.” My voice comes out in a rumble as I walk to the bedside cabinet and grab the lube. I readjust my pinched erection as I eye the condoms in the drawer. If I remember correctly, Benji doesn’t like using them. I stand conflicted for a few seconds before I close the drawer.
“I’m clean.” Benji states as he reclines on my bed, legs still spread for me.
“Same.” I say as I come back to stand between his legs. He reaches for my pants and I swat his hands away. He scowls up at me and I give him a cocky smirk back. “Get your arse up on the bed more.”
“Take your trousers off, then I will.” Benji leans back and looks up at me. I roll my eyes and undo my pants, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away. I am now standing in my boxers and he isn’t moving. “And your boxers.”
“I took my trousers off as you call them, now move your arse.” I growl as I lean over him, my temper simmering at the surface.
“Do as you’re told, detective.” Benji is smirking at me, refusing to back down.
“Are you trying to pull rank with me?” I shake my head at him as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. I don’t pull them down yet. I am hoping I will win this stubborn contest, but I don’t think I will. Man, he is infuriating!
“It’s you do it, or I’ll rip the material as I yank them off.” He gives me a final ultimatum.
“I don’t need you fucking up all my clothes.” I grumble as I pull them down, releasing my cock from its cloth prison. It does feel good to have it free. It will feel better when I am buried deep inside him. I do hate that I lost the test of wills, but at least Benji is wiggling up the bed more while he smirks at me. Fuck, I want to wipe that smirk off his stupidly handsome face.
I kneel on the bed, crawling in between his thighs as I nudge his legs further apart. Gods, he is still as beautiful as I remember. I lean down and bite his pec, and he hisses through his teeth but doesn’t push me away. I suck on his skin, leaving a bunch of bites and marks scattered all over his chest as my hands rub the insides of his thighs. “Are you trying to mark territory, or are you going to fuck me?” Benji says far too smugly for my liking.
“Shut up Benji.” I growl at him, snatching the lube from beside us and depositing a liberal amount on my fingers.
“Make me.” He is being really fucking sassy, and it makes my blood boil. Not sure if it is turning me on more or making me angrier. Either way, I really want to make him change his tune. I give him a glare as I circle his hole with my fingers. He never let me touch him like this before, and I am incredibly excited to have him at my fingertips.
I don’t ease in gently. Instead, I shove one finger in deep and swiftly, making him gasp and clutch onto the duvet. I’m glad I didn’t try two fingers at once, his hole is incredibly tight, and I think it would have hurt him if I tried that. I may be angry fucking him, but I don’t want to cause any lasting damage. I fuck him with my finger and watch as he twists the duvet with his hands as he presses his arse against my hand. Who knew he could look any hotter than he already does?
I slip a second finger inside him and watch him wriggle as I pump them in and out of his hole. I am really going to need to stretch him out if I want to fuck him senseless. I scissor my fingers apart and watch as his head falls back, and he moans. Gods, that’s such an amazing sound. Wanting to get more out of him I hook my fingers and press on his prostate, making him arch his back and moan louder. “Fuck, you look so fucking sexy right now.” I groan as I continue playing with his arse.
He looks at me with dark eyes and opens his mouth to speak, so I massage his prostate again and he moans instead. That’s an effective way of shutting him up. I give him a smug smirk and he tries to glare at me but can’t hold the expression on his face, instead having a blissed out look that really suits him. If he is feeling that good from me just fingering him, I wonder how good it will feel when I fuck him. Talking about fucking him, I am eager to get my cock inside him and feel like he is loose enough for me now.
I pull my fingers out of his arse making him whine from the loss of sensation. I give him a wicked grin as I lube up my cock, stroking myself lightly before lining myself up with his entrance. I press in slowly, not wanting to hurt him cause, fuck me, he is still so fucking tight. His hands come up to cling onto my back and his nails dig in as I slow ease in him. I stop and draw back a couple times, drawing it out for both of us until I am finally all the way inside him. His hot insides, clench around my cock and it feels like I am going to melt.
I wait for Benji to get used to me when he huffs out an impatient, “Move, Jesse.” Don’t need to tell me twice. I draw out slowly before slamming back into him, setting up a ruthlessly hard pace. Benji cries out, and for a second, I am worried I have hurt him, but his cries turn to moans as he claws at my back, making me hiss.
I pound my way into his arse, the pleasure taking over my reasoning as I lose myself in the feel of him. It would be so easy to let myself go completely and forgive him for everything right now. Part of me remembers all the heartache and pain, and I lean down and fuck him even harder. He leans up and latches his teeth onto my shoulder, and I cry out at the sudden pain. He doesn’t let go, though and I hiss at him, “Who’s marking territory now?”
He mumbles with my shoulder still between his teeth, “You like being bit.” I hum my agreement as I continue to fuck him, no point in denying something he already knows. As we continue fucking, I am getting closer and closer to cumming. I speed up and increase the force of my thrusts. Benji stops biting my shoulder to cry out in pleasure, digging his nails deep into my back again.
“I’m gonna cum.” I say through gritted teeth, holding back my approaching orgasm with everything I have in me. I want Benji to be the first to come undone, I want him to cum from me fucking him.
“Same.” Benji gasps as he arches up into me, almost throwing me off my rhythm. I manage not to stop as Benji wriggles beneath me, I am going to have some deep scratches on my back to deal with later. Shortly after Benji arches up again, this time I can feel his cum hitting my stomach as he orgasms. His hole clenches around me and I can’t help myself from spilling my load deep inside of him, my hips stuttering as I do.
Benji goes limp on the bed, and I lean back, pulling out of his hole to watch my cum trickle out his arse. He is a wonderful sight, his bruised chest breathing heavily as his cock slowly softens against his stomach, his hole fluttering while another trickle of cum leaks out. He is absolutely breath taking, and so very dangerous because of it. “Enough proof for you?” I shift on the bed sitting a little ways away from him. I’m scared of the fact that I still yearn for him, even after just having sex with him.
“Fuck.” He breathes out before sitting up and lunging for me. His lips find mine and my mind goes fuzzy as he kisses me. I know we should stop this, I should never have slept with him but what’s done is done and now he should leave. But he is kissing me and touching me and I don’t want him to stop.