The Orchid Murders

by The Orchid Murders [eXtasy MM] (lit)

  Anderson’s hand trembled when he picked up his spoon and Sam couldn’t help himself, “Come on Andy, live a little.”

  “I should have known that was gonna…gonna come back to bite me,” he gasped out just as Sam’s fingers slid down his foot again. “And if you’re going to keep doing that you should take me home or lose your badge.”

  “Lose my badge?”

  “Do you think your boss would take kindly to you fucking me on a table at Rosa’s?”

  Sam laughed softly and released Anderson’s captive foot. “Touché.”

  He was pleasantly surprised when he was about to pay for dinner and Anderson stopped him. The two of them haggled over who would pay for dinner but Anderson got him with, “I get this one, you get the next one.” Sam moaned and gave in. He all but dragged Anderson from Rosa’s and into the car, but that was even worse. This time Anderson’s hand was down his pants. His breath caught in his throat when Anderson’s fingers finally wrapped themselves around his aroused cock and squeezed.

  “Cameras, remember?” he reminded him.

  “Uh-huh,” Anderson pulled back. “Sorry.”

  So was Sam.

  * * * *

  Inside his door, Sam did not give Anderson time to even breathe. Once the door closed, he had Anderson backed up against the wall with his lips fused to the professor’s. He growled like he was hungry and Anderson was his next meal. His tongue struggled with Anderson as the kiss was deepened. Their hands fought with their clothes and a loud crash was heard behind them. Anderson had kicked off his shoe and it had gone flying. Sam shoved Anderson back once more when the man tried to move and feasted from his neck. His fingers caught the material of the shirt and he pulled. When his hands could finally be pushed against Anderson’s hot, hard flesh, Sam was a happy man. To celebrate, he bowed his head and licked at his lover’s nipples. He felt the already hardened buds tightened even more beneath his probing tongue.

  “Sam…” Anderson gasped out but Sam didn’t stop. He moved his mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. There had been so much fighting between the two and all Sam wanted to do was to hear Anderson yell but not in anger.

  He trailed his hand down Anderson’s chocolate skin and finally stopped at his belt. Without a word, Sam undid the clasp, the button and the zipper before pushing the pants down and out of the way. He slipped to his knees before Anderson and pulled his cock in. Anderson dripped against his tongue—tangy, hot. Sam sucked harder, moaning and pushing out of his clothes at the same time. He was fully naked when he wrapped his fingers around the base of Anderson’s penis to refocus his attention.

  Anderson was a writhing mess. He had a rather skilful mouth driving him mad and all he could do was tangle his fingers in Sam’s hair. His toes curled, his eyes rolled into his head and his knees threatened to buckle. His whole body was on fire, burning him alive. He moaned Sam’s name, begging, pleading to be released but Sam wasn’t listening. Anderson’s hands moved downward to hold the back of his neck, then over his shoulders then up again to hold his head. He was trying to move his hips but Sam held on tight, holding Anderson in place to his mercy.

  “God, Sam!” Anderson managed. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—he couldn’t remember his own name. All that left his lips was Sam, over and over, it was all Sam.

  Sam must have taken mercy on him because just as Anderson was about to climax, Sam pulled back. Anderson took that as his turn and all but dove onto the cop. The two landed against the ground, Anderson on top but quickly moving. He roamed, wild as he licked his way down Sam’s body. He only stopped to taste Sam’s nipples, shove his tongue into his belly button and to lick against Sam’s abs. Soon Anderson was before what he had sought after all night.

  “Was that what you wanted, Andy?” Sam asked vulgarly.

  “You know it,” Anderson barely had time to reply before his mouth was full. He braced his palms against the floor and allowed Sam to move however he wanted. The tip of the large head was shoved down Anderson’s throat over and over while Sam seemed to have gone delirious.

  Anderson licked the shaft of the cock and smiled in satisfaction. He released it and crawled away on all fours, glancing back over his shoulders, watching and waiting to see what Sam would do. Sam wasn’t having the tease though—he growled before charging. Before Anderson could even think, he was filled roughly from behind.

  His eyes bulged out, and he slumped to the ground with Sam’s weight on his back. Anderson was in heaven being ridden from behind by his lover. He writhed his body upwards, pushing to get back on his knees. Sam’s hand held him down to the ground for everything Anderson had been craving all night.

  “This is payback,” Sam growled in his ears. “How do you like that?”

  Forming words was the last thing on Anderson’s mind. All he could do was reach behind and dig his nails into Sam’s thighs.

  What’s wrong with me?

  Sam’s thoughts clouded over. He was driving into Anderson’s repeatedly and enjoying himself. His body shivered each time he threatened to explode—each time Anderson’s ass clamped around his penis. He was holding his lover down and taking what he wanted from him and it brought him so much pleasure that he felt his mind would go numb. He let himself go to not be a cop but a lover to the man below him. He allowed himself be made love to as much as he was making love to Anderson. Leaning forward, he licked at Anderson’s neck then grazed the flesh with his teeth. Sam felt it the moment Anderson’s body went into a shaking orgasm. It felt as though Anderson’s ass was sucking the life from his body and blissfully, Sam allowed it. When he finally climaxed, he had shoved to the hilt, deep into Anderson, let his head fall back and shouted to the darkness of the hallway his release.

  Sam then fell against Anderson’s back, trying to remember how to breathe. After a few minutes of recapturing his breathe, Sam rolled off of Anderson’s back and lay flat on the floor staring up at the ceiling. Anderson moved over to Sam’s face and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Now wasn’t that far better than the tension between us over the last few days?” Andy asked Sam.

  “Yeah, I prefer that but we ain’t done yet. Get up here on my chest and fuck my face,” Sam commanded. “I want to watch you drive into my mouth.”

  Anderson looked down and smiled as he moved onto Sam’s body and positioned his cock in front of Sam’s mouth. When Sam smiled and opened his mouth to receive Anderson, he felt his lover’s cock hit the back of his throat and for the next ten minutes struggled to accommodate Anderson’s size. As the pace picked up, Anderson pulled out, looked down, and said, “I’m gonna do what I’ve thought about a dozen times. Close your eyes.”

  Sam got the message and squeezed his eyelids shut just in time as spurt after spurt of Anderson’s cum splashed across Sam’s face creating a hot flash of renewed passion deep within Sam. Finally when Anderson had finished his climax, he rolled off to the side of Sam. After savoring the warm sticky feeling all over his face, Sam reached for his underwear and began to wipe Anderson off of his face. When the job was done, he rolled over and put his arm over Anderson and the two fell asleep right there on the floor with their heads resting on pillows pulled from the sofa.

  The next morning, Sam woke up when the first rays of sunshine swept into the living room through the windows. He got up without waking Andy and went into the kitchen where he put a pot of coffee on and then quickly went into the bathroom where he showered, and brushed his teeth. When he came out he found Andy sitting on the sofa, with his shorts now on.

  “Good morning sunshine, did you enjoy dinner last night?” Anderson asked with a sly smile.

  “Yes I did, but I enjoyed desert a whole lot more.”

  Anderson chuckled, “That coffee smells great, but I need what you just had, a shower first.”

  “Clean towels in the closet next to the shower, and anything else you need is behind the doors above the towels. There is even a new toothbrush still in its wrapper; it’s all yours.”

 
“Thanks, pour me a cup while I get cleaned up?”

  “You bet,” Sam replied with another smile. As Andy walked towards the bathroom, Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of that fine ass that Andy possessed. He flashed back to the night before when he enjoyed taking it once again. He could get used to that.

  Anderson’s shower was quick but he did find time to think of what happened the night before. It was a little surreal and though he couldn’t ask for Sam’s heart so quickly after meeting, he hadn’t expected what had happened. He lifted his face to the water and smiled when it beat against him. Flashes of what had happened the night before played through his head, fast forwarded, rewound and played again. He smiled. His body though mildly sore from the night’s festivities, was starting to rise once more at the thought of tasting Sam. After brushing his teeth, he could hear Sam speaking to someone but didn’t think much of it. It was probably work. He slipped back into his clothes, and walked down the stairs. He was barely in the door when Sam caught him around the waist with one hand and placed a steaming cup of coffee in the other.

  “I could get used to this,” Anderson leaned back into Sam’s arms while taking a sip from the hot liquid.

  “Really,” Sam mused kissing Anderson’s neck. “That’s something to consider.”

  Anderson made a face and pulled from him. “True,” he leaned his back against the sink and watched Sam.

  “What?” Sam asked.

  “Nothing,” Anderson smirked. “You need to get to work and I have a mountain of papers to print and grade for next week.”

  “I know,” Sam removed the cup from Anderson’s hand then pulled him into his body. “But how about a replay of last night?”

  “If we start anything we both know we won’t be leaving,” Anderson moaned as Sam’s mouth moved against his neck, across his shoulder.

  “Ever heard of a quickie?”

  “Right, Sam. Then one quickie turns into two, then three,” Anderson’s breath caught in his throat. “We can do this tonight. You have a killer to catch.”

  Sam took one last taste of Anderson’s dark skin and shoved off with a frustrated groan. “You’re just a stick in the mud, you know that?”

  Anderson laughed. “I know I’m a killjoy, but the bright side is, you’re a sucker for punishment.”

  Sam laughed. “All right, let’s get you back to what’s-his-name.”

  “Byung.”

  “Erm yeah, that guy.”

  As Sam entered his office, he was met by Roger who had come in early. “I’ve just heard from the D.A. They expect that the warrants we need in New Haven will be issued this morning, so it’s up to us when we want to go up there.”

  “Sit down, let’s think this thing out again,” Sam asked.

  “What we have is a retired cop suspected of killing three men who all went to Yale along with the cop. We find his fingerprint on a camera hidden in one of the victim’s son’s bedroom and bathroom, capturing whatever is going on and transmitting to a receiver that couldn’t have been that far away. All of the victims and the suspect were part of a secret society at Yale called by various names but in fact was the Skull and Bones fraternity that is quite well known and that has had as some of its members, former United States presidents, as well as lesser officials including one aging but active Senator.

  The victims are not only murdered but are chopped up and used as puzzle pieces arranged to look like a pirate flag, or the symbol for the Skull and Bones Fraternity. And at the site of all three murders, a damn orchid is left on the bed. We get a book from the victim’s son, and the damn thing is stolen right out of the precinct under the nose of fifty cops, while the thief leaves yet another damn orchid five feet from the theft in broad daylight! Would you say that pretty much sums up the case to date, Roger?” Sam asked.

  “That’s actually pretty good Sam. Except you left out one very interesting and titillating fact,” Roger replied with a serious look on his face.

  “I did? Well, I don’t know what it is, tell me!”

  “You’re fucking the victim’s son!” Roger said in a whisper and laughed out loud.

  “You jackass! That’s neither funny nor pertinent to the case,” Sam replied angrily.

  “No, it’s not pertinent, but it sure is funny as hell!” Roger said while getting up and taking both of their coffee cups towards the coffee room with a big smile on his face.

  As Sam waited for his comedian partner to return with the second cup of coffee for the day, the phone rang and Sam answered it gruffly still a bit irritated at his partner’s sense of humor. “Morgan.”

  “Detective Morgan, this is Lieutenant Bidwell of the New Haven Connecticut Police Department’s Internal Affairs Unit calling about your serial murderer.”

  Slightly shocked, Morgan replied, “Yes sir, what can I do for you?”

  “Well, it’s more what I can do for you. We understand that a former member of this department is your chief suspect and we wish to be of any assistance that we can,” answered Bidwell.

  “Thank you Lieutenant. May I ask first how you came to know that a lead led to your department?”

  “Of course. We had a call from the New Haven District Attorney’s Office advising us of your requests for warrants to access various records and places within our jurisdiction. Naturally, rumors get their start in the system and one of them came back to us that a cop from here was on the short list of suspects. When are you paying a visit to our fair city to conduct your inquires and searches?”

  Roger returned with the coffee in time to hear Sam say, “Well, we just learned that the warrants will be issued today, so as soon as we hear that they are available, we’ll be right up depending on the time of day.”

  “Fine. I’ll follow up for you to make sure there are no delays and when you get here, I’d like to be your local support and presence as the warrants are used.”

  “Fair enough, Lieutenant. If you hear something before we do, by all means call me and we’ll hit the road. I’ll be bringing the son of one of the victims with us for his memory since he is the one who first identified by name our suspect. His father was Judge Williams of the New York Courts, and very much part of the local history there.”

  “May I ask who your suspect is?” the lieutenant asked.

  “Perry Evans, a retired officer who left the job six years ago.”

  “I’ll pull his personnel file and anything else we can find out on him. Look forward to seeing you soon.” The phone went dead.

  “Who was that,” asked Roger.

  “Seems our little secret didn’t stay secret for long. It was an internal affairs Lieutenant from the New Haven P.D. calling to offer assistance with both our suspect and with executing the local warrants.”

  “How the hell did the local P.D. find out about all this?” Roger asked.

  “Well, it wasn’t a cop. It was the big mouths in the local D.A.’s office who just couldn’t keep their yaps shut. They contacted their locals and relayed our requests which resulted in the phone call I just got. I better send an email up the chain of command to cover our asses,” Sam said as he turned on his computer for the day.

  Chapter Ten

  A few minutes after emailing his superiors, Sam’s phone rang and when he answered it, he heard the Chief of Detectives on the line.

  “Sam, get up there as soon as you can. I don’t like the idea that the locals know all about our business before we have more evidence on your suspect. There’s no reason to suspect that they’ll cover up for their retired brother, but I don’t want any chances that this case is going to blow up on our faces. Jump on it now!” the Chief said.

  “Yes sir, we’ll get moving on it now. Thank you sir.”

  “Well Roger, we’ve just been ordered to get our asses up to New Haven now. The brass wants this case locked up with no screwups on our part. They don’t like the fact that the locals know who we’re hunting.”

  “Okay, well you better get Anderson Williams on the phone and either get h
im over here or we need to swing by to get him. While you do that, I’ll advise our D.A. of what’s happened, and that we’re hitting the road. I’ll make sure they have my cell number.” Roger said.

  Sam flipped open his cell phone and hit a speed dialer code for Anderson’s friend’s house. He took a long sip of coffee while the phone rang.

  Byung answered the phone. “Hey, Sam Morgan here. I need to speak to Anderson, it’s urgent.”

  “I’m sorry, Detective, but Anderson isn’t here,” Byung replied. “He said something about a glitch in his email. He was heading over to the university the last I saw him. He has my motorcycle and my cell phone. Didn’t feel right letting him go without one. Did you want the number?”

  “Yes, lemme get a pen. Okay, shoot,” Sam replied.

  “Ok, it’s 212-555-3245.”

  “Okay, thanks Beyoung,” Sam said wondering if he had yet to pronounce his name right.

  Anderson hunched over the shoulder of the technician. He had really wanted to start grading papers and while his mind was not stuck on Sam and his giant…”There’s your problem!” The young man piped up excitedly. “You got hacked! Sweet! Never saw a code like that before! It spells out an orchid! Way cool!”

  Anderson frowned and his eyes widened. “Fuck! The bastard is toying with us.”

  “What?” the technician question in a confused tone. “Who?”

  “Can you fix it?” Anderson wanted to know instead of answering the question.

  “Of course I can fix it. It’s just…”

  “Do it!” Anderson ordered and walked from the room to pace the halls. As Anderson tried to walk off his growing frustration, his borrowed cell phone rang and when he looked at it he saw that it was Sam’s work number.

  “Sam?” Anderson answered it. He knew it had to be something major for Byung to give out his private cell phone number. “What’s wrong?