“Have at me, my love.” He leaned back against the wall, letting his foot long pole stand up to full attention, throbbing for her tender touch.
Alicia’s blue eyes lit up with lust as her slender hands ran over his rigid flesh. She caressed his hard cock, stroking it lovingly and pulling back the foreskin to expose the gleaming head. The rich scent of his arousal filled her nostrils and she licked her lips. This was the first time in two weeks they had some privacy after Rogan was promoted to Second Mate and gifted a cabin for all his troubles, and they intended to make the most of it.
Her moist lips descended on the sensitive head, making him groan as her slippery tongue swirled over it. He grasped her head and ran his fingers through her silky black hair as she went down on him. Days of stress and tension alleviated as pleasurable sensations cascaded all over his weary body.
“Oh, Alicia…” He moaned. “Oh, I love you so…”
She smiled with her mouthful of his hardness, taking more of him in hungrily. Giving up on the ghosts of her past life, Alicia embraced the choice they had made to start a new life in a new land. The thought filled her with hope and the enthusiasm to live life to the full once more. She channeled that positive energy into her ministrations on her lover’s receptive organ.
Rogan grunted and grabbed at her breasts and shoulders, pulling her over him twisting her around until her hips were over his head. She straddled his face as she kept sucking on his thick cock, letting her moist pussy drip over his hungry mouth. Rogan grabbed her soft buttocks and pulled her wet arousal over his face, his tongue lashing out and making her squeal into his rigid organ.
Their moans and whimpers mingled with the sound of the waves lapping against the ship, the movement assisting them in their passionate play. Alicia wanted him more than she had ever done in her life, relinquishing his rigid organ from her mouth and spreading herself out for him to enter her whole. Rogan obeyed her without question, his own need to conjugate taking him to heights of passion he seldom had. He closed his eyes as her warm tightness swallowed him, squeezing and sucking on his blood gorged arousal. A brief image of another lovely smiling face flashed before his mind’s eye, but he pushed it away. This night he was with his love, his life, his rightful wife and the mother of his future children. Nothing else he would allow to impede this union.
The ship lurched and rocked, adding volume to their rhythm as the lovers became one. Alicia kissed his face with frenzied passion, hungry and possessive, resolving never to lose him again. She arched her back and called out his name, feeling every receptive nerve in her come alive. Her body shuddered as she gave in to release, showering his weapon of love with her nascent flow.
“Oh Alicia…” Rogan groaned as his cock swelled even further before he ejaculated in successive bursts deep inside her tender tightness. “Oh, my love… my life.”
She held on to him tightly, siphoning his life giving seed out of him. Her body shook with tingling sensations ripping through her from head to toe. He completely filled her world, there was nothing she ever wanted other than him and there was nothing she could think of other than him. He was the sun in her universe, the source of her strength and the indomitable will that drove her on. Alicia knew that Rogan felt the same of her and their union was meant to be, no matter where or even when.
As they lay in each other’s arms, warm and content, Alicia remembered the words of Mad Mymisa that fateful day near the sacred well. Words of doom and sorrow that old crone had uttered, but Alicia also recollected her tell of finding glory far from home and down through the ages. She smiled contentedly, setting her mind to ease with the fact that Rogan and her lineage would go on for many centuries far, far into the future.
~ ~ ~
“This coffee tastes like crap.” The stout police captain grumbled, wiping his lips on the back of his thick hand. “And so do these donuts.”
“Sorry about that, Captain.” The newly transferred officer standing beside him apologized. “I’m still getting used to the way things are here.”
“Not your fault, Will.” Foster sighed, walking up to the window. “Damn, I miss her… such a livewire she was.”
“Where’d she go?” Will asked. “And why?”
“She asked for a transfer to Miami to get over someone she lost.” Foster answered, staring out of the window. “Their gain… our loss.”
“Captain, we got a match.” A bespectacled police officer peered into the captain’s office. “Well, almost there.”
“Let’s have a look, Jake.” Foster hurried over to the junior officer’s desk to check on the newly arrived files and photographs.
“There he is… well almost.” Jake said, chewing his little wooden pencil.
“Hm, almost identical face, especially the green eyes, that high brow and big nose, and that square jaw.” Foster observed. “But his hair’s black and he’s got a scar over the left eyebrow. And… he’s a home grown All American country boy… that can’t be Rogan.”
“We’ll keep looking…” Jake pursed his lips and nodded.
“Yeah, keep looking.” Foster sighed and walked back to the window.
“What do I do with all this stuff she left behind on her desk?” Will asked, holding up a lock of golden hair, a bent badge and a frayed leather strap.
“Just put in that box under that other desk.” The captain replied without looking. “The box with her name written on it.”
“Uh, there are three boxes with names on it, Captain, which one is it?” The new man sounded miffed.
“Kincaid, J.”
~ ~ ~
“Julia. Officer Julia Kincaid.” The smiling red faced woman beamed. “Welcome to the Miami Police Department.”
“Thank you, Captain Sawyer.” The dark haired young woman smiled. “I feel honored to be here.”
“Not as much has we do.” Sawyer grinned. “Your reputation precedes you. It’s a pity you lost your equally famous partner in New York.”
“Hazards of the job.” Julia shrugged; her hazel eyes a bit misty. “We all knew that when we took the oath and put on the uniform.”
“Yeah, that’s the life of those who serve and protect.” The captain nodded, handing Julia a file. “That’s your first case here, go over the details, it’s not that complex… and your new partner is waiting for you outside in that squad car by the water hydrant.”
“Thank you, Captain…” She smiled, accepting the file. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
She walked out into the warm Florida sunshine. It felt good after the chill of New York. She was glad to get this change, to help her get over things, especially things close to her heart. The change was doing her a world of good. She felt refreshed and looked forward to getting back to active duty.
Her new partner wasn’t in the car. According to the information she had on him, he was on the Force for about a year, almost as long as she had been. She wondered how he would be, hoping for someone who could keep things very cordial between them. She wasn’t looking for anything more than a work relationship with anyone at that moment.
“Ah, you must be Officer Kincaid.” A deep voice made her turn around. “I recognize you from your picture.”
She looked up as the tall young man walked up with a cup of coffee in his large hand. He was well over six feet six and sported shoulder length dark hair, tied in a loose ponytail and a very fine moustache over his thin lips. He was smiling, though his eyes were hidden under a pair of reflective vintage Ray-Bans. His broad shoulders and powerful build reminded her too much of the things she was trying to forget. She hoped he was not her partner, but some other cop who she wouldn’t have to work with.
“Yes, I am Julia Kincaid, fresh over from New York.” She extended her hand. “Waiting for my partner to show.”
The young man took her hand and removed his shades and cap at the same time. She jerked back as if an electric shock went through her, dropping the case file she was carrying. She couldn’t stifle a gasp as she looked into his green
eyes; her mouth fell open as if she was seeing a ghost.
“Hey, are you okay, Officer?” He asked, looking at her with concern.
“Yes, yes… I’m fine.” She said, struggling to keep herself calm. Other than the darker hair and slight moustache, he could have been Rogan standing there right before her.
“Cool. I guess we are going to be partners.” He said, eyeing her with concern. “My former partner retired last week.”
“Uh, okay.” She nodded, seemingly disappointed and at the same time a little excited. “Are you originally from… Ireland or Scotland?”
“Heck no, Officer Kincaid.” he laughed, placing his cap back on his head. “I’m all American… all the way from Iowa.”
“And your name is…?” She stared at him closely.
“Conan O’Falkirk.”
~ THE END ~
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Chapter 1:
Corsets, Engagements, & Pink Hats that Can’t Exist
“Putting on a corset by yourself is a joke.”
Gia Sorah’s voice was husky and sultry anyway. Some of that was put on for interviews and public interactions. Some of it was from a smoking habit she was fighting to break. When delivering movie dialogue, it was even more vamped up than usual. Between being a scream queen for indie horror films and eye candy for films with a little more budget, she was known for a voice that was a cross between Marilyn Monroe and every guy’s school girl fantasy. It was a delicate balance that kept the film roles and fan mail coming. And the checks. The checks were important too. At the moment, her voice was rough and strained because she was already lacing up her corset alone in her dark bedroom with her arms twisted up behind her back in the most unnatural way.
Her bedroom window hung open the way she liked it in the hot summer in LA. Air conditioning was expensive for a horror movie starlet. The city and state might be on drought restrictions, but she was on air restrictions. The premier party for Splatter Love might be tonight, but the checks had not come in yet. She supposed it was really a PayPal payment rather than an actual check, but that was the lingo still. It did not help that she was dating the director. Don Blackheart had started paying some of the crew and other actors. She suspected that intimacy was going to move her to the bottom of the list even though she was technically the star.
She got the corset tied off and took as deep of a breath as she still could. Gia leaned up and smoothed down the shimmering purple and black material of the skirts of her gown below the ornate corset. She looked out the window and smelled the stink of onions and garbage wafting up on the hot air coming through her second floor apartment.
“That is the stink of success,” she said to her neighborhood street below.
A kid riding by on a bicycle with high handle bars looked up at her and she stepped back from the window.
Not all of LA smell this way, but the street she lived on seldom smelled any other way.
The car wasn’t waiting yet, so she had time.
She realized that she had forgotten to put on panties though. She was used to putting on a bra first, so not wearing one with the corset had thrown off her whole system. Her dress was long, so there wasn’t much chance of a crotch shot from the cameras tonight. If Don knew that it was an option, he would probably suggest it. She didn’t feel like bending far enough over to add panties now, so it would be commando for Splatter Love tonight.
Gia went to step into her shoes pushing her heels up at severe angles and she started strapping them on. It would give her calves and ass the toned look she needed for tonight, but she might barely be able to walk in the morning. This was the sacrifice required for promoting art and earning the metaphorical checks when they actually came.
Gia thought again that Love Splatter was actually a better title. It had a better flow and rhythm. Don had said that Love Splatter was a porn name while Splatter Love carried a mystery to it. Don would then go into explaining the irony that the film was a psychological thriller without any splatter or gore at all. Gia would explain that fans would be looking for it and then Don would go on a rant about breaking expectations with art. Eventually, she stopped talking to him about it. Gia thought that if it had been a porn, she might have had her clothes on more during the filming.
She rounded up her clutch purse that matched her elaborate dress and made for the front door. Gia left the lights out and the window open as she locked her apartment behind her.
As she negotiated the stairs, Gia employed the practiced grace that went with the show of being an elegant starlet. She could not afford to look like a baby giraffe stumbling around in her heels like she knew many of the drunk girls would tonight.
She reached the front, glass doors of her complex. Gia checked her blond curlets again. Her spiraled hair bobbed as she turned her head from side to side. All the men would have raging boners from it and not really be able to explain why. She went with a dark lip and classic natural with the rest of her make-up. Natural took forever to achieve.
Gia opened her clutch to be sure she had her phone. It was the only thing in there besides a single key because that was all that would fit. She was glad to find it there because if she had forgotten it, she might cry going back up the stairs and ruin her natural look.
She took the phone out of the clutch and scrolled through e-mail and all her social media notifications. Promotion was a full-time distraction for her.
She sighed as she deleted e-mails from men that claimed to be in prison. She understood they were allowed to write letters, but how were they getting to e-mail? She also deleted the pictures of guys sending images of their junk to her. It was in every inbox on every site. Gia had thought about starting a website where she posted all these pictures she got with the guys’ names. She wasn’t sure that a guy who sent pics of his cock and balls could really be shamed. She’d probably start getting more of them if she really did start the site. She was surprised by the number of black dudes sending the pics. Gia apparently had a very specific fan base among the junk pic dudes.
She paused as she found a message from him again. It was on her public Facebook page, but in the private message section. This was usually some of her weirder stuff in this inbox.
Jack was back. He had been liking her pictures still. He always liked her pictures. He liked them everywhere all the time. If there was a like button anywhere near a picture of Gia Sorah, Jack clicked it. He had not messaged in a while, but there was one right here in her inbox again. Good old quiet Jack the Liker was back.
Gia opened the message and read: Can’t get enough of, Gia. Who can? Right?! Haha Good luck with the premier party tonight. XXOO – Jack the Liker
Gia smiled and then frowned. Jack the Liker was a clever little name if she could ignore the reference to Jack the Ripper, of course. Or Jack the Licker which was somehow even creepier than Ripper for some reason. It was good enough of a name to keep her attention when he messaged her every so often. She frowned because he was the only person that had wished her luck tonight. Her family, friends, co-stars, and director/boyfriend hadn’t given a word of encouragement about the whole thing. Only her quiet, little stalker Jack the Liker had taken the time.
Thanks for taking the time, she typed back, that means a lot, Jack.
She looked outside and saw the car wasn’t there yet.
When Gia looked back down, Jack had responded. He m
essaged: “I’ll be out in the crowd fantasizing that you can see me. Haha.”
Gia smiled. She typed: “Wear a Blue Bells baseball cap.”
His messaged popped up in a couple seconds: Your little league team from back home in Kentucky?
She felt a chill run through her that reminded her that she wasn’t wearing panties. How could he know her little league team? Gia guessed that if he liked every picture she ever posted, then he would pick up on it somewhere. She was the one that brought it up after all. That was the part that was weird as she was the one messaging a potential stalker. No one else had wished her good luck though.
Jack messaged again while she was lost in her thoughts: “That’s a tall order. I’ll see what I can do.”
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