He paused for a moment to listen and when he didn’t hear anything, he continued on to Anderson’s bedroom. When he turned into the door, he froze and his cock did all the reacting by coming to full attention. There on the bed, fully aroused was the quarry that he had hunted. He watched for a moment as Anderson stroked his cock and then he moved on in.
“You started the party without me, naughty boy.”
“You were taking too long,” was Anderson’s husky reply. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join the fun?” He glanced at Sam with a smirk. When Sam didn’t move, Anderson rose to his knees turning his ass toward Sam. He then glanced over his shoulder, “a loud enough invite for you, Detective?”
“Hmm, I always appreciate a man putting his best asset forward.” Sam crawled onto the bed flipping Anderson over onto his back so that he could lie down on top of him. He brushed his lips swiftly across Andy’s lips, and stopped longer on the side of his neck, where he planted several kisses.
Anderson felt it then—his body trembling as though he was cold. He arched slightly into Sam’s kiss before turning his face to catch Sam’s earlobe between his teeth. Anderson bit down slightly before running his tongue over the wounded flesh.
Sam worked his way down onto Andy’s chest stopping at each hardened nipple to suck gently. He wiggled on down further enjoying being on top of a man naked in the heat of passion. Finally, he reached the first of the prizes he sought and ran his tongue over Andy’s balls and then up to the shaft. He made little circling motions with his tongue as he went towards the tip. Finally, he swallowed Andy whole, taking him all the way down to the hair surrounding the cock he now possessed fully.
“Sam,” Anderson whispered. He tried to push up to his elbows to watch Sam’s movement but each time he went up, Sam dropped a kiss somewhere that caused Anderson to lose strength in his arms. His head thrashed against the pillows before he tried pushing up again. Finally, he managed to tangle his fingers into Sam’s hair and tightened. When he moved again, Anderson gritted his teeth and held his breath. When the tip of his penis caught the back of Sam’s throat, Anderson’s eyes widened. His breath exploded from his body and his back lifted from the bed. His arms lost their power and flopped at his side.
“Damn!” he got out.
Sam pulled off and smiled in the dim light coming from the outside where the rain continued to pound the earth. “Too much for you sport? Should I stop and give ya a chance to recover?”
“Do that, Detective,” Anderson all but purred. “And I am liable to commit murder. Get back to work.”
“Oh, I can’t have that! My office has enough work as it is, so back to this work, I go.” Sam resumed his attention to Anderson’s beautiful cock. As he worked on bringing his new acquaintance pleasure, he began to feel a climax already building in himself much to his distress. “Whoa, calm down boy, way too early for that!” Sam said to himself.
After a few more minutes of giving head, Sam pulled off and slipped beside Anderson and exhaled. “I think we should have some of that soda here in bed, don’t you?” he asked trying to get himself calmed down. It had been a long time after all.
“Well,” Anderson smiled. “Since you’re getting old, I’ll get you something to drink,” Scooting from the bed, Anderson descended the stairs and reached for a can of cola. He stopped briefly to grab a Popsicle from the freezer then climbed the stairs again. He stripped the cold desert from the wrapper and stuck it in his mouth as he walked into the room. Handing over the cola, he climbed astride Sam. Anderson waved the Popsicle airily, “I thought I’d have some fun. You game?”
“Well aren’t you just the little pervert! I don’t know where you plan to stick that, but it better be in you!”
“Well, you have the handcuffs,” Anderson sucked the desert back into his mouth, rolled it over his tongue before speaking again. “I need something to protect myself.”
He bowed his head and applied his wet, cold tongue to one of Sam’s nipples.
“Damn that’s cold!” Sam said as he laughed out loud. “Why don’t you try doing that to my big fat cock that’s waiting for some attention now?”
“Patience, Grasshopper—all in good time,” Anderson smirked. He took his time, trailing his tongue down Sam’s chest. While he did that, Anderson ground his hips downward hard; crushing his penis against Sam’s cock. He nipped, licked, sucked at Sam’s chest then moved his mouth against Sam’s side and downward. He teased, tasting against Sam’s thighs, pushing his legs apart. Afterwards, slowly, torturously slow, Anderson sucked against the Popsicle, breaking off the head in his mouth. Holding the piece between his lips, he bathed it over the head of the hard pole in his hands until it melted. He then proceeded to lick the juices from Sam’s cock.
Sam drove his head back into the pillow in response to the first time feel of this polar delight. Sam no longer had a problem with fighting an early climax as this treatment took care of that issue. Sam put both his hands on the back of Andy’s head and ran his fingers over it repeatedly as Andy continued to savor all he had to offer. Finally, Sam could take it no longer and flipped Andy over onto his back without ever having pulled his cock out of Andy’s mouth. Now he began to slowly push in and out of Andy’s willing mouth as he supported himself on both arms.
The Popsicle he held went flying and at first Anderson gagged. He made a sputter sound as his breath escaped his mouth around Sam’s cock. He closed his eyes, breathed through his nose and reached up for Sam’s ass. Squeezing, Anderson moaned as Sam used his face.
Sam noticed that Andy might not be all that experienced in the art of getting face fucked, so he backed off, but not totally. He was enjoying the squeezing of his ass by Andy. Finally, he gave it one final thrust inward and then pulled out. He bent over and kissed Andy deeply and said, “I could have done that all night long, but I want something a little different if you are willing and interested.”
“To not be interested would make me a chicken, wouldn’t it?” Anderson beamed up at him. There was something that tugged at Anderson’s insides but he silenced it by speaking. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well, to be honest, I’ve been checking out that fine ass of yours since I first laid eyes on you. I wondered what it would be like to slip into you. Can I?”
Anderson smiled up at Sam, wrapped an arm around the cop’s neck and lifted. Sam’s lips came down hard against Anderson’s mouth. Moaning, Anderson allowed his tongue to taste Sam’s mouth then pulled back. It was so hard to end the kiss for Sam Morgan. This man’s mouth tasted like fine wine.
“Anything you want to slip in me, Sam. I’m game.”
Sam got out of bed and quickly went into his bedroom and got a bottle of lube and a rubber that he had thrown into his bag. He returned to Anderson finding him just as he had left him. Sam put the rubber on himself, and then added lube. He climbed onto the bed and spread Sam’s legs apart and then put them up on his shoulder so that Anderson’s ass was now fully exposed. He then began to apply the lube and work the first finger into Andy, and then a second one.
“You’ve been fucked before, I take it?”
“You were just so sure you were going to get booty huh?” Anderson smiled. A finger sunk into him again and he moaned in utter bliss, “As for being fucked—I think so,” he licked his lips. “I can’t remember.”
“I brought my standard overnight bag for anything I may need to have all my needs met when I travel. So, you can’t remember huh? Well, when I’m done, you won’t be able to forget this time!”
Anderson couldn’t think anymore. “I don’t care anymore,” Anderson panted. “Just give it to me hard and fast.” His body was arching, writhing against Sam.
“That’s what I like to hear: anticipation and a good attitude,” Sam said with a smile. He pulled his fingers clear of Anderson’s body and moved to position the head of his dick at the entrance to Anderson’s ass. He pushed gently but firmly into the puckered opening, feeling the resistance to
his invading member. “Now just relax, and remember to breath deep,” he urged as he pushed past the opening and began to sink slowly into the darkness.
It had been so long, Anderson thought. It stung a little but after he heard Sam’s voice, he opened his eyes and looked up into the cop’s face. Anderson’s heart began hammering harder in his chest and he opened his mouth to speak. Second thoughts kicked in and he clamped his mouth shut. He lifted his hands upward and caressed the side of Sam’s face, trailing a finger along Sam’s cheek and then over his lips. He hesitated over Sam’s mouth before sticking a finger into the detective’s mouth. “Ride me,” Anderson got out through gritted teeth.
Sam sunk the rest the way into Anderson’s ass and began to thrust back and forth upon hearing Anderson’s encouragement. The feeling was incredible, like an old friend you haven’t seen in some time. Sam became lost in the feelings and sucked on Anderson’s finger as he rode him hard. Sam opened his eyes and looked down into the face of the man he was fucking and saw a thing of beauty underneath him. Anderson practically glowed with sexual energy and it urged Sam on and on. The thought crossed Sam’s mind to change positions, but it had been too long since the last time. He would ride this one out and if there was a next time, he would play with the Kama Sutra then.
A sound was leaving Anderson’s mouth over and over and when he finally realized what it was, Anderson was stunned. The sound was Sam’s name. He pulled his hands back and wrapped his arms around Sam’s back. He dragged his low cut nails down Sam’s back as his body twisted in pure pleasure. Anderson was so right—if this was what making love was, he really hadn’t done it before. All the other men were in a hurry, out for their pleasure but Sam seemed different. He felt his toes curl, his body shivered as sweat covered his flesh. Anderson reveled in the idea of being taken by a stranger and that thought heightened what he was feeling. He stuck a hand between their bodies and played with the head of his own cock. “Harder, Sam,” he pushed.
“I’m pounding away now, if I fuck you any harder, your balls are going to fall off!”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Anderson managed before reaching around to slap Sam against one butt cheek then the other.
“Hmm, be careful, I might like the slapping of my ass.” Sam began to feel his climax build and he made a quick decision to put himself out of misery and just let it fly. “I’m coming,” he spit out as the first wave of ejaculation took hold of him.
Pushing his body upward, Anderson pulled Sam into his chest and held on tight. His feeling that he wanted to have an orgasm was no longer there. All he cared about now was Sam’s.
Finally, when the climax stopped, Sam fell back onto Anderson’s chest and exhaled. “Damn, that was one great piece of ass Andy. It’s been way too long since the last time I did that,” he said with a smile.
The next morning, just before sunrise, Sam gently got out of Anderson’s bed so that he would not disturb him and got dressed. He had a ton of work to do and getting to the office as soon as possible made good sense.
He quietly let himself out the front door and wondered down to his car. He felt since the sun was coming up that Anderson would be safe. The entire case was grating on his nerves. A murder that was caused by passion was at least understandable although still murder. A serial murder was a different sort of animal. They killed for the thrill and lust of it. This guy had to be caught before anyone else paid the price for his being out on the street.
When he got to his office, the midnight shift was still on and no one really paid attention to the early arriving Detective Morgan. He headed into the coffee room to get a cup of coffee only to find the pot empty and burning.
“For fucks sake, can’t you guys make coffee on the midnight shift?” he asked to no one in particular.
He rinsed out the pot and worked to rid it of the burned on leftover coffee. When he finally made the coffee pot usable once again for human consumption, he went through the motions of making a pot of coffee and returned to his desk while it brewed.
He sat down at his desk and began to look through the gruesome crime scene photos again. In all three cases, the body parts were essentially arranged in the same manner. Sure, there were some inconsistencies, but the one thing that was exact was the way in which the head and legs were left. Sam also noted in the reports that there were no signs of forced entry. Did the victims know their killer and just let him into their homes?
They did resemble a pirate flag. What kind of a nut were they dealing with? He picked up the phone and called the crime database and asked the clerk to input “pirate flag murder,” and other similar names to see if there was a record of these types of murders anywhere else.
Sam got up and went back into the coffee room to get his coffee. The pot was empty.
He walked out into the squad bay and yelled, “Who in the fuck took all of the coffee that I just made, you lazy sons–a-- -bitches?”
The room broke into laughter as one of the midnight guys came around the corner with the pot of coffee that had been switched with an empty one.
As Sam turned red from embarrassment, he said, “Funny, you all are real fucking comedians!”
He poured his coffee and feeling a little foolish, headed back to this desk as the others snickered. Sam ignored them. As he sat back down, his partner Roger came in a little early as well and when he came over to Sam’s desk, he asked, “Where were you last night, I tried to call you at home, but got no answer. You also didn’t answer your cell phone, what’s up?”
“Nothing, I had a date, that’s all.”
“Oh, about time. Anyone I know?”
“Nunya.”
“Huh?”
“Nunya business.”
“Okay, okay, don’t tell me. I’m just your partner; you know the man whose hands you place your life into every day, right?”
“Oh spare me the drama. We got work to do. This whole pirate shit has me really puzzled and I’m sure we’re on to something here with that theme. Can you think of any connection between pirates and our victims?”
“Not a damn thing. Have you asked the computer people to run the scenario?”
“Yep. Hopefully they’ll get a hit of some kind.”
“For another thing, can you tie in the orchids with all of this?”
“Nope. I don’t know where to go with that either.”
“Well we should get the lab report today on the evidence and maybe something unique will turn up on the flowers. Until then, let’s just keep looking at this stuff and try to figure it out. I get the feeling that the answer is staring us in the face, and we’re just not getting it.
“Orchids and pirates—there’s another insane connection…what are we missing?” Sam said more to himself then to Roger.
“Well for one thing, I suggest that we look closer at the background of all three victims. There has to be more than the one common thread. Why are court employees ending up butchered, including a judge?” Roger asked.
“Okay Rog, since you asked the question…why don’t you put together a list from each victim, listing the major facts of his life. This way we can compare lists and see if something jumps out at us. For court cases that all were involved with, you’ll need to use the court administrative section to run a report. A judge, a court reporter and a clerk could be involved in hundreds of cases. I’m not sure what good it will do us to have a list of hundreds of defendants that are common to all three, but maybe something will rise to the top.”
“Okay, I’ll head over to the court now and get that started.”
The phone ringing interrupted any further conversation. “Morgan.”
“Detective Morgan, this is Chief of Detectives Brian Kilpatrick. You caught a couple of murders recently. including a Judge, and from the looks of the preliminary reports, you got a serial killer on your hands. I see that you have already tied it in with a murder in another precinct, which totals three that we know of at this time. I’ve got the Chief climbing all over my a
ss on this one; you need to put maximum effort into nailing the killer. Anything you need, you got, including overtime. Wrap this one up quick, you understand?”
“Sure Chief, I knew I would get a call like this one,” replied Morgan.
“I’ve already given your Captain the order that you are to be assigned to no more cases unless they are related to your serial killer. You and Sizemore work this case full time, got it?”
“Yes sir, I got it.”
The phone went dead. Roger had a pretty good guess about the call and waited for his partner to confirm it.
“Well, that was the Chief of Detectives. We are now married to this case and no other. We are on this full time and have all resources at our disposal. At least it will give us priority in the lab and other places,” Sam said.
“Okay, I’m outta here. I’ll call you if there is a problem at the courts. I’ll be on the radio.”
Sam watched his partner grab a radio and head out onto the street. This case could make or break his career; not that he needed any more motivation after last night with Anderson.
Chapter Five
Anderson’s eyes opened slowly and for the tiniest of moments he was in blissful ignorance. For a few seconds his father wasn’t dead, his house hadn’t been tossed and he hadn’t made love to the man that was assigned to find the killer. All was right with the world. But that peace was not to last. Memories of his father and Sam closed in like a tidal wave over him. He felt as though he was drowning and he shot upward in bed. Luckily when he looked to the other side of the bed, Sam wasn’t there. It was obvious that he was there at least for a little while.
Why had he slept with Sam? Was it desperation, loneliness, recklessness? Was there a plausible reason or was Anderson just a slut? That thought caused him to wince and fought to find something else to think about; something other than regret. The perfect thing came to him that he had been putting off for days. He pushed his feet from his bed as he thought about his upcoming bills and the idea that he hadn’t checked the mailbox the day before. He hauled on a pair of pants and then a shirt that he didn’t bother buttoning. Out his door, Anderson didn’t stop to look in to see if Sam was still there. The truth was he couldn’t face Sam at that moment. He hurried past the room with the half closed door and down the stairs. When he reached into the mailbox something large brushed his hand. He pulled his hand back and a large envelop straightened in his hand. Arching a brow he turned it over in his hand to see there was nothing on the outside. With a shrug, he ripped it open and something fell out. It was a folded, white piece of paper. He picked it up and unfolded it.
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