by Amy Briggs
As she reached in to free my cock, I let out a little groan, her touch causing me to lose my breath. She continued to stroke it, while I kissed her, until she pulled away just a bit and whispered, “Take your pants off, Matt, and get in this bed with me. Please?” She certainly didn’t need to ask me twice. I sprung up, stripped off my pants and got rid of my constricting boxer briefs as well. I watched her crawl to the head of the bed, where I followed her immediately, climbing over her.
“How do you want this, Isabel? Tell me.” I knew what I wanted, and I had told her, but I needed her to tell me what she desired, what she needed.
Placing her hands on my chest as I had her caged in, she looked up at me longingly. “I want to be close to you, Matt. I want you to…” she trailed off, looking away, afraid to say it.
“Do you want me to make love to you, Isabel? Because that’s what I want,” I said the words. I always wanted to fuck her. She was hot, a goddamn vixen. But tonight, I wanted to relish in her, get lost in her.
“Yes, please, Matt,” she whispered to me, meeting my eyes once again. With that, I had all the confirmation I needed to do things my way. I was going to consume her right there, making her mine. She had lit something inside of me, creating a fully involved fire of desire that burned for her constantly. Her reply caused me to smile, and as I leaned in to kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder, I inhaled that tropical scent only she had. Her hands found their way to my back, and as I hit the spot she loved so much, her breathing got heavier.
I rolled to my side just a bit so I wouldn’t crush her under my weight and began to kiss her shoulder, while she gently touched my throbbing cock. Sliding her bra strap down her shoulder, I tugged the lace gently away, unveiling her beautiful tit to me, and immediately latched on to it, sucking and licking at her pebbled nipple. I had figured out how much she loved that as her hips rocked, and I freed her other breast, gently rubbing my thumb across that nipple.
Her hand was now gripping my cock, pumping and stroking it, while I continued nibbling on her nipples. I took her hand gently off my cock, positioning myself over her again for a kiss before I went down for my favorite treat. As she ran her hands through my hair, I had to remember to take it slow this time, even though she was making me insane with her touch.
“It’s time for me to taste your sweet pussy, Isabel. I’ve been dreaming about having this all day.” I started to lick and nip at her all the way down until I reached my destination. I could smell her desire, and as I settled in, she relaxed her legs open to me. Flattening my tongue, I swept it across her clit, evoking a moan that made my cock twitch. As I sucked and licked at her sweet pussy, she began to pant, and her hips started to rock. I grabbed her by her ass, bringing her into my mouth, holding her there, while I coaxed her orgasm from her with my tongue. As she cried out, shaking, I licked up everything she had.
“Matt, oh my God. What are you doing to me?” she let out breathlessly. She perched herself up on her elbows and leaned over to the nightstand to grab the condom I’d thrown there. “Jesus Christ, Matt, put this on and get that beautiful cock inside me before I lose my mind.”
Always a man who did what a woman told me, I put the condom on and crawled over her, the tip of my cock at her entrance. “Is this what you want, Isabel? You want me inside you?”
“Yes, please!” she cried out, reaching for my hips in an attempt to pull me closer. Unable to wait any longer myself, I thrust my cock inside her, causing us both to groan.
“Fuck, Isabel, you’re so tight. Oh my God.” I was trying not to lose it. I needed to go slow or I was going to explode. She was rocking her hips into mine, making it impossible for me to control myself, and she didn’t want me to.
“Don’t stop, Matt, please,” she begged me. I finally let go and pumped into her with long deep strokes. With each time, I felt like I was going deeper, and she cried out with pleasure, driving me to go faster. As her hips met mine, I lost control and moved faster, causing her to yell out even more. The sounds she made as we connected drove me over the edge, and I couldn’t stop.
“Fuck, Isabel! I’m going to come!” I groaned. She moved her hips into mine faster, and we fell over the edge together, yelling and panting. I was holding myself up with shaking arms, trying not to crush her as I looked down at her beautiful face smiling up at me.
“You’re going to kill me, woman,” I joked, giving her a quick kiss and then rolling over to my side of the bed to regain my composure.
Propping herself up on her arm and looking at me, she said, “Me? I didn’t do anything. It was your charm and that Captain America smile, Cavanaugh. It does things to me.” She grinned. I loved her smile. She didn’t smile often enough. I was going to make it my mission to make her smile every fucking day.
“Come here and snuggle with me, Detective.” I pulled her to me, and she settled right in beside me. The same position we both woke up in the next morning.
The night before was different. It was passion and fire, not just lust. We fell asleep tangled up in each other in a romantic way, and several times before I drifted off to sleep, I felt him kiss my head and stroke my hair in a soothing and calm way. It was wonderful. Something was different between us, but I didn’t want it to ruin the dirty-talking, dominant man I was more into than ever before, so when I woke up first, I decided to wake him up by stroking his beautiful cock so he’d use it on me one more time before work.
His sleepy eyes opened as his cock began to get hard in my hand, and he instantly smiled. “Good morning, baby. Are you ready for round two?”
“I am. Let’s shower together though. Come on.” I let go of his now rock hard cock and pranced to the bathroom in nothing but my thong, which I’d never taken off the night before. As I leaned in to turn the shower water on, he came up behind me, grabbing me around the waist and turning me toward the mirror in the bathroom, which had started fogging up already.
Standing behind me with his huge cock grazing my ass, he leaned over my back, kissing my shoulder, and whispered, “I think you want to be a bad girl this morning, don’t you?”
“I do. I really, really do.” I quivered in anticipation as I felt the moisture pool between my legs.
“Well then, I guess I’m going to have to torture you right here then, aren’t I? You can watch me do it in the mirror.” He reached up, taking my breasts in his hands, causing my nipples to harden in his fingers instantly. As he pinched my pebbled nipples, sending sensations straight to my core, I watched him in the mirror as he looked at me. “Do you like seeing what I do to you, Isabel?” he whispered in my ear.
“Fuck,” I hissed. This was so fucking hot I was about to explode all over the bathroom.
“Answer me, Isabel.” He pinched my nipples a little bit harder, making my breath hitch.
“Yes! I love watching you torture me, Matt,” I breathed out heavily. My head dropped for a moment, and I spotted another little toy from my drawer, as well as another condom on the counter. He came prepared. My beautiful Boy Scout was ready for anything.
“I think maybe you need to be spanked?” he asked.
“Oh? Do I?” I whispered excitedly. I loved the sting of him slapping my ass, followed by his smooth, soothing touch. It was such a turn-on to hear the sound of his hand meet my ass swiftly when he was taking me from behind.
Grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me to him, he reached down to touch my clit beneath my panties, rubbing it gently with his finger, setting me completely on fire. He let my hair go, gently pushing me back down with my hands on the counter and my ass facing him. When he smacked my ass once, I let out a little cry. The sting was warm, and he rubbed it gently before sliding a finger under the string of my thong and ripping it off. He then rubbed his cock up and down the crease of my ass toward my opening, teasing me. I was pulsing, waiting for him to enter me.
“Not yet. I’m not done torturing you. Look what I found…” He held up a tiny anal plug I’d actually never used before. “Have you used one
of these before, Isabel? I took it out of the package this morning.” He showed me. Watching me shake my head no, he smiled and slapped my ass again, then soothed it once again. Reaching down between my legs, he began to rub my clit, then slid two fingers deep inside me, pumping me for only a moment.
As he pulled his wet fingers out of me, making me miss them immediately, he slid them near my ass, putting the tiniest bit of pressure at the hole. “You’re going to enjoy this, Isabel,” he whispered as he coated my opening with my own juices. I’d never felt anything like this before, and while I was scared at first—no one had ever crossed that boundary—I was also dripping with anticipation. I watched him in the mirror as he put the condom on himself before he started to slide the plug near my hole. As he entered me with it, I gasped and then quickly adjusted to the sensation, which was heightening my pleasure already.
“Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” he growled. I turned my hips up more, which was creating a new pleasure. Then he entered me from behind, thrusting into me over and over so hard I couldn’t hold myself up. The intense pleasure I was experiencing was something I’d never had before. It was overwhelming all of my senses.
“Oh my God, Matt, I can’t… I can’t take it,” I cried out.
“Yes, baby, come for me. Look at me,” he demanded. As I met his eyes in the mirror, I couldn’t control my body any longer and fell into the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. “Yes! Oh my God, baby, yes!” he yelled out as he found his release as well.
Hunched over the counter and completely spent, I realized the water had been running and the bathroom had completely filled with steam. My entire body was quivering. Matt gently removed the plug, causing me to gasp again slightly, and then slid himself out of me and disposed of the condom.
“Jesus Christ,” I said.
“Yea, that was amazing, Isabel. Fuck. You do things to me I can’t control.” He leaned on the counter, pulling me to him. “Let’s shower. I know we both have to go to work today.” He kissed me and pulled me into the walk-in shower already running.
We took an amazing shower together, washing each other, kissing and even laughing. I couldn’t remember a time when I had smiled as much as I did when he was in my presence. I had considered myself a happy person, but I didn’t think I had known what that meant.
As be both got dressed for work and met back in the kitchen, I wasn’t sure where this left us. It felt like something had changed between us in the previous twenty-four hours. However, I was fearful to draw attention to it. Matt was never afraid to speak his mind, and as he got ready to leave, he pulled me into his arms.
“I want this to be more,” he said with a sigh.
“More than what?” I glanced up at him.
“More than what it started out to be.”
Not sure how to respond, I said, “How much more?”
He pulled away and held me at arm’s length, meeting my eyes with his. “I want this to be an us, Isabel. We don’t have to put a label on it if you don’t want to, but I want it to be you and me. Not sneaking around. Just us. Being together. Us.”
Hesitating for a moment and realizing we wanted the same thing, I said the words out loud, “Me too, Cavanaugh. Us.”
I could have danced the Irish jig right on out of her house. We were an us, and my heart was happy. I was starting my day off with my woman. Yep, my woman. I loved the sound of that.
“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” I chuckled.
“I have feelings for you, Matt. I just don’t want to rush into anything. This is all very new, uncharted territory for me.”
“Babe, you and me both.” I kissed the top of her head and pulled her in for a squeeze. “I really don’t want to, but I have to leave. And your phone has been blowing the fuck up, so you should check it. It better not be another boyfriend,” I teased.
“No labels! And shut up. It’s probably work.” She looked at her phone, and her face fell.
“Fuck, I gotta go. We have a positive ID on our arsonist. Move it, move it,” she hustled us both out the door. She was so fucking sexy with her hair all pulled back again, wearing her gun and her badge. She had on jeans and boots again and a conservative t-shirt that still didn’t leave much to the imagination in terms of her curves, but she looked like she could beat someone’s ass. Topping off her attire, she put on some aviator sunglasses when we got outside, seriously sealing the deal. My woman was a fucking badass.
“Alright, alright. I’ll call you later. I’m working a twenty-four, so if you catch this guy, stop down and see us at the station.” I wanted to say, stop down and give me a celebratory romp in the hose room, but I wasn’t a total douche.
“I will. Be careful today. If I can’t find him right away, he’ll still be out there,” she warned.
“Don’t worry about me, baby. Be safe.” I kissed her one last time before getting in my truck to leave.
“I will. Thank you, Matt.” She got in that hot rod of hers and looked over to blow me a kiss.
Hearts and flowers and unicorns. That’s what I was feeling. Fucking Jo had been right. Someone showed up and caught me off guard. I’d do anything to make that woman smile. Another lost pussy to love, I mused to myself.
I had what I needed to go straight to work, so I met the guys and Jo on shift and started the coffee maker as part of my daily routine. I was generally an early riser, so it was no chore to me. I must have been humming out loud when Jax walked in and said, “Someone definitely got laid last night.”
“Ha! And this morning. I’m a happy man, Seth Jackson. A. Happy. Man.”
“So, who is this chick? It’s the same one you’ve been out MIA with before, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, it is. I’m gonna tell you, because we talked about it not being a big secret today. It’s Isabel.” My man’s mouth dropped wide open.
“Shut the fuck up. Isabel Cruise? The detective?” he questioned.
“Yea, man. Not sure how it happened, but we’ve been talking and seeing each other for a little bit now, and something just changed. She’s hot as fuck, smart as fuck, and seriously, she’s fucking sweet too. I’m a lucky motherfucker.” I was beaming.
“You sure are. Well, I’ll be damned. Does Jo know yet? Because she’s going to be off her rocker when she finds out you have a woman,” he laughed.
“Nah, I came straight in from Isabel’s house. I figured I’d just see Jo here anyway and tell her.” And right on time, she walked in.
“Tell me what?”
“Your boy has a girlfriend,” Jax sang to her.
“WHAT? SHUT UP! A girlfriend? Who is she? Why don’t I already know about this?” She spewed her questions at me.
“Calm down, woman. I’ll tell you all about it. It’s Isabel. The detective.”
“Get the fuck out.” She was shocked.
“What?”
“I’m just stunned. Well, sonofabitch, Matt. Nice job. She’s amazing. I’m gonna need all the details, because you’ve clearly been keeping shit from me.”
“Yea, yea, I know. Sorry. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. You of all people should understand that,” I reminded her.
“Hmph. Touché, sir,” she conceded.
“Alright, enough about my romantic life. Let’s go do our truck checks and pray the arsonist gets caught today.”
We spent the remainder of the morning in blissful firehouse peace, doing our truck checks, training a little bit, we even washed a fire truck. I knew Jo wanted to dish with me, but that was something we usually did late at night when it was quiet, so I’d just tell her all about it later. We had no calls, and it was a treat and a half to be left alone for the morning, but that wouldn’t last long.
Just as we were walking in for lunch, Brian met all of us in the hallway, looking extremely concerned.
“What’s wrong?” Jo asked.
“There was a 911 call dialed from Mom’s house and then hung up. Could be nothing, but we’re going over there. It’s absolut
ely not standard protocol, but I think you should bring the crew and we should go over there and see what the hell is going on.”
I completely neglected to check my phone all night and all morning, distracted by Matt, and missed a call we had identified the arsonist. I called Kevin as I raced to the station.
“Sorry, man, I was caught up. What do we have?”
“Cruise, get to the station. We need to find this guy right now. It’s definitely personal.”
“Who is it?” I asked.
“The guy’s name is Patrick Cavanaugh,” he replied as if I should know who that was.
“Who is Patrick Cavanaugh?” And then I realized. “Oh my God, it’s Matt and Brian’s father?”
“Yea. I don’t know what the motive is, but the fires definitely got more personal. We haven’t had a fire in over twenty-four hours, so he’s got to be up to something bad right now. We need to find him. Swing by and pick me up, and we’ll go straight to the mother’s house again,” he said. “There was a 911 call and hang-up about five minutes ago.”
I didn’t have lights or sirens in my personal vehicle, so while I could speed and get away with it, it was still going to take me about five more minutes to get there and another five to get to her house.
I came to a screeching halt in front of the station, and Kevin jumped in. “Let’s go to the mother’s house first, check on her and see if she’s heard from this guy. Apparently, he’s been missing in action for years, and the mother filed for an uncontested divorce about fifteen years ago.”
With my car being as loud as it was, I parked it a few houses down so we had the element of surprise if we needed it. We had no idea where to find this guy, but he had already torched Catherine Cavanaugh’s car, so it was escalating, and it was likely he wanted something from her or from the boys.