Mai Tais and Murder

by J. C. Long

  “I really feel like I need to apologize to you right now,” I said, tapping the index finger of my right hand against my thigh, a nervous habit I had. That, and pacing; I couldn’t keep my feet still when I was nervous.

  “What for?” Maka asked, pouring water into his coffeemaker.

  “For last night,” I said, hoping he wasn’t going to make me embarrass myself further by saying it out loud.

  “Everybody gets drunk,” Maka said dismissively.

  “Not the getting drunk part. After.” Maka turned expectant eyes on me, waiting. So he wasn’t going to make it easy for me. Definitely a sadist. “I…when I kissed you. I clearly came on too strong, and you’re not interested—”

  “I don’t have sex with drunk guys. At least not the first time, anyway.”

  “I hate the idea of throwing myself at a guy who isn’t…the first time?”

  “Are you drunk now?” The question was simple, but Maka’s tone and the sudden, intense scrutiny he turned on me told me it was anything but.

  I considered for a moment, feeling like it deserved a moment’s thought. I’d certainly woken up drunk before, and this didn’t quite feel the same. There was a strange headiness to the world at that moment, but I couldn’t be certain that was because of the alcohol. “To be honest, I’m not sure. But I don’t think so.”

  “That’s good enough for me.”

  Maka closed the distance between us this time, one strong arm coming around behind my waist, pulling me flush against him, the other caressing the side of my face and tilting my head at the right angle for our lips to meet.

  The contact sent fire rushing through my veins, hypersensitizing my body. The fingers toying with the hair just behind my ears sent tingles of pleasure through me, and the feel of our bodies, even through our clothes, had me moaning into the kiss.

  I slid my hands up his bare chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, trills of pleasure coursing through me. My fingers continued their path upwards, finally threading through Maka’s hair.

  When the kiss broke apart, we both stood there, clinging to each other and panting as we gazed into each other’s eyes.

  “That was probably a bad idea,” Maka said.

  “That’s not what this says.” I glanced down at the cock now straining against his underwear.

  “You know what they say about thinking with your dick, right?”

  “That it’s way more fun than thinking with your head?” I grinned at him, leaning forward partly, inviting him in for another kiss—an invitation he accepted.

  The hand he had holding the side of my face slid down, along my shoulder and then over my side to clutch at my ass, pushing my shirt up before slipping beneath the waistband of my pants.

  Our tongues dueled, and we tasted deeply of each other, marveling in the sheer headiness of the action that was better than any alcohol. I needed to increase the physical contact, and my hands went down to his ass, cupping and squeezing the firm mounds of flesh.

  Maka bit my bottom lip, the small jolt of pleasure-pain catching me off guard, and my cock throbbed hard in my pants.

  “We should take this to the bedroom,” Maka said, kissing my lips again between each word.

  He would find no protest from me. I hurried along in front of him, tugging my shirt off as I went. Like Maka, I wondered if this was such a good idea, but any doubts I had flew out the window when I glanced back and saw Maka coming along behind me, his quite sizeable bulge leading the way. How could I say no to that? Could anyone who had eyes?

  I reached the bed and turned around just in time for Maka to push me onto my back before mounting me on the bed. There was a hunger in his eyes, a primal one, and I was the full focus of it. The knowledge of that sent a shiver down my spine, one of anticipation and desire.

  Our lips met again, but the kiss didn’t last long before his lips moved down my jaw, to my neck, and then across my chest, alternating between kisses and sudden bites, and then his tongue swirled around my nipple. My back arched, and Maka chuckled.

  “Like that?” he murmured against my skin.

  “Uh huh,” I answered, hoping he would keep going.

  “Okay, what about this?” His tongue returned to my nipple, and then he bit down sharply, drawing a startled cry from my throat. I’d never had anyone do that before, and the crazy mix of sensations had me close to the edge already.

  As he did it again, Maka’s hand slid down my stomach to my cock, squeezing it firmly through my pants. “Get these off.”

  I complied, having several problems with my belt before managing to shuck them. Maka’s hand took over when they reached my knees. “Someone is revved up,” he observed, finger prodding at the wet spot slowly growing in my underwear. “Good. I like a guy who gets going.”

  I reached up, caressing his big pecs. I slid my fingers down to squeeze his nipples, which were almost as hard as his cock. He bit his bottom lip, closing his eyes with a sigh of pleasure. I pushed him onto his back and rolled my body half over him, repeating what he did to me, first on his right nipple and then on his left while he made encouraging noises. I kissed my way down, over his stomach, until I reached the waistband of his underwear.

  I moved my lips along the side of his crotch, nudging his length with my nose, but otherwise paying it no attention. His scent swirled through my nostrils, infusing me, sending my arousal rocketing better and faster than any other substance could. It was like I was high on him.

  I couldn’t keep teasing him, and I finally mouthed him from root to tip, using my teeth to apply gentle pressure and tug at the fabric. I grabbed the waistband, and like he anticipated my next move, he raised his hips, allowing me to pull the underwear free.

  “Jesus,” I hissed when I saw him in all his glory. It was like the sex dream I had, the two of us on the beach. As I thought, his cock was long and perfectly shaped, just heavy enough to not point straight up, the mushroom head pushing out through the foreskin. “It’s exactly like I dreamed.”

  Maka propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, face cocky. “You had a sex dream about me?”

  “Shut up,” I muttered, dropping my eyes and taking his length in my hand, feeling its heat, its girth. That part was different from my dream, and so much better.

  “I think it’s hot,” Maka went on, like he could sense my embarrassment. “Look at me. I think it’s really hot. Almost as hot as seeing you down there with your hand around my cock, your mouth so close…”

  “Close enough for this, right?” I licked the shaft gently, using just the tip of my tongue. “Or maybe this?” I trailed my tongue from just below the head down to his full, round balls.

  “I like both options,” he murmured.

  “Then you’ll really like this.” I took him into my mouth then, savoring the length of it, the salty taste of it on my tongue—the way it stretched the muscles of my mouth. I took him as far in as I could, not stopping until his cock blocked the flow of air into my lungs and I had to fight back my gag reflex. It had been a while since I’d been with someone as big as Maka.

  “Akua!” Maka threw his head back. I didn’t know what the exclamation meant, but judging from his reaction, it wasn’t a bad thing, so I redoubled my efforts, adding my hand, stroking the shaft as I worked my mouth up and down. Maka thrust his hips ever so slightly with my ministrations, so I threw my free arm across his hip, holding him in place.

  He went along with me for a moment, letting me be in charge, but his personality wouldn’t allow that to last. He rolled us once again, but didn’t stop there; he took my shoulders and rolled me over onto my hands and knees, taking up position behind me. I lowered my head, peering at him upside down from between my legs as he removed my underwear.

  Out of nowhere, he slapped my ass roughly, catching me off guard. I could feel the sting of it, and I hoped he would do it again. He attacked the other cheek, this time with his mouth, kissing, licking, and then biting it as he moved closer and closer to his target.


  I closed my eyes, letting my head hang when his tongue finally made contact with my hole, wet and warm and wonderful. He licked in slow, lazy circles before finally diving full in, his tongue flicking rapidly against my opening.

  It wasn’t the first time I’d been rimmed, of course, but it had been a long time; pretty much the only thing Trevor liked to do sexually was hand jobs and penetration, and he wasn’t that good at those. What Maka was doing in that moment, though, was a level beyond anything I’d experienced. He had my legs turned to jelly in seconds.

  “Oh my god.” I tossed my head back and forth. “Oh my fucking god!” I desperately wanted to reach down and touch myself, I was hovering on the edge from his tongue alone, and the slightest contact would push me over. I refused to be one of those guys who comes quickly.

  “Feels good, huh?” Maka dragged his tongue lower, licking the back of my balls as his hand came down to grip my leaking shaft tightly.

  “Amazing!”

  Maka stretched his body past me, reaching to the nightstand. He removed a bottle of lube and a condom, and he placed them at his side before returning his tongue to my ass for a moment.

  I closed my eyes in anticipation as I heard the lube bottle cap being popped open and the sound of the gel being squirted out. A moment later, the cold substance came in contact with my puckered hole, and I flinched against it before forcing myself to relax again.

  Maka spread the gel around my hole with a fingertip. “You okay for this?”

  I looked back at him over my shoulder, meeting his eyes and hoping he could see in them just how okay with this I was. “Please. I want you so bad, Maka.”

  He grinned, a wide, predatory expression. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  He gave me no warning, just plunged his finger into me to the third knuckle. I cried out, arching my neck and throwing my head back in surprise. The penetration burned for a moment, an uncomfortable sensation that I was familiar enough with to know it would fade eventually.

  After feeling my body relax, Maka began to move his finger in and out, removing it entirely before pushing it in once more. After I relaxed a bit, he added a second finger, scissoring them, twisting them around until the tip of his middle finger brushed against my prostate and sent waves of pleasure roiling through me.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” I moaned, thrusting my ass back, grinding myself on his fingers.

  “You think you’re ready for this?” He slapped his heavy cock on my ass so there was no mistaking what he was talking about.

  “Yes!” I shivered when he rubbed the head of his cock against my spit and lube-slicked hole.

  Maka fumbled with the condom wrapper behind me, tossing it aside as he rolled the rubber down his thick length. As he applied lube to his cock, I focused on my breathing, deep and even. It had been a while, and Trevor had nothing on Maka in terms of length or girth.

  My heart skipped a beat when I felt the blunt head pressing against my hole, testing the tightness. His hands slid up my back and then down and around, one stopping to tweak my nipple, the other continuing along my stomach until he gripped my cock, which had flagged a bit from nervousness. At his touch, it swelled to full erection once again, and Maka pushed in.

  For a moment, the world went red, and I couldn’t breathe. My ass burned way more than it had when his fingers were prepping me. I said nothing, though, gritting my teeth so he wouldn’t stop or ask if I was okay. I’d much rather get it over with quickly and get to the part where it felt good.

  I moaned when I felt his heavy balls push against my ass. He was completely inside me, and I had never felt so damn full.

  “Akua, so fucking tight,” Maka grunted, his hands sliding to grip my hips. He moved in and out slowly a few times, letting me adjust to his presence, but it didn’t last long. He thrust harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together driving my arousal even higher. Every inward thrust pressed against my prostate, drawing moans from my lips. My fists knotted in the sheets, and my back arched to take him deeper.

  I actually cursed when Maka withdrew from me, until he rolled me onto my back and pushed my legs up onto his shoulders. He looked down into my eyes as he guided himself against me, pushing inside with one smooth thrust, and I whimpered, reaching up and scratching my fingers down his chest.

  Maka almost purred at the contact, moving his hips from side to side, thoroughly opening my body up and making me writhe beneath him, desperate for more contact. I grabbed his hips, trying to pull him deeper into me.

  “Oh, you want something?” Maka teased, leaning down and nipping my neck gently. “What do you want, Gabe? Tell me what you want.”

  “More,” I said through gritted teeth. “I want more.”

  “Oh? More what? More of this?” Maka pushed himself deep inside me, drawing a moan before he pulled almost completely out, leaving just the swollen mushroom head inside. “Is that what you want, Gabe?”

  “Yes,” I hissed impatiently, and Maka drove himself completely inside me once more. “Oh, fuck yes!”

  “Say it,” Maka demanded, once again nearly fully withdrawing from me. “Tell me what you want more of.”

  “Your cock,” I moaned. My face was already flushed from our sex, so it couldn’t get any redder, but if it could have, I would have blushed scarlet. “I need more. Please, Maka. Please.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He set a brutal pace then, his beautiful, muscular ass pounding his cock into me. He leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss, the full weight of his body on me, and I loved it. Every thrust had my cock sliding against his sweat-slicked abs, and I felt like I was damn near drowning in the sensation, and I desperately needed more.

  I pushed on Maka’s chest, and he followed my cue, rolling onto his back, hands holding my hips so I could stay on. The new angle had him pushing deeper inside me than before, and I started riding him hard, unable to quiet the moans, gasps, and groans of pleasure.

  The look on Maka’s face as I rode his cock was almost as sexual as the act itself, and I drew closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust.

  “U’i,” Maka breathed, moving me harder up and down on his length, his big hands squeezing my ass tightly before slapping it hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain, and almost unexpectedly, without touching myself, I came, erupting on Maka’s stomach and chest.

  Maka grunted as my muscles clenched on him, and he began drilling up in fast, brutal jabs, stopping when he was buried deep inside me and gritting his teeth before he finally went limp beneath me.

  Legs cramping, I pulled off him and felt suddenly empty. Maka grabbed me, pulling me onto my side and holding me tightly against him, my head pillowed on his forearm. We both just lay there, breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow of sex.

  “Next time,” I said when blood was again properly circulating to my brain, “we do that in your hula outfit.”

  “Maybe we can make that happen,” Maka laughed, caressing my arm and kissing my lips softly.

  I rolled over, getting comfortable. As I lay there, feeling his chest rise and fall, I caught sight of another photo on his bedside table. I stretched out to grab it before I got comfortable again. The picture was of a girl in a beautiful dress, a bridesmaid dress, from the look of it. It was the same girl in the pictures out front—Maka’s sister.

  “Her name was Noelani. It means ‘beautiful girl of heaven.’ My parents doted on her. All of us loved her—it was impossible not to, honestly. You would have never met anyone as kind, sweet, or gentle. She was a perfect soul.”

  I smiled at the love in his voice as he described his sister, but stopped after I processed his words. “You said was.”

  Maka was silent for a moment, and I was afraid I’d gone too far. “She died nine years ago.”

  “I’m so sorry.” I rolled back over to face him. His expression was wistful, bittersweet.

  “Thanks. She had a rare heart defect. She was always weak, but it never stopped her from
enjoying life, right up until the day she died. She was—and is, even now—my hero. She’s actually the reason I joined the force.”

  Maka shifted his position, slipping his arm out from under me, no doubt because it was going numb.

  I wanted to keep the conversation going, wanted to continue the connection that I felt at that moment, like a thread woven between us, tugging gently tighter and tighter the more we shared. “What do you mean?” I asked, placing my hand on his chest and massaging it gently.

  “I never wanted to be a cop. I was a great surfer. My goal was to be a professional surfer, and I could have made it too.” There was no bragging in his voice as he said it. He was simply stating a fact, and I had little trouble believing that he was great at it. I had trouble picturing him being bad at anything, actually.

  “It was Noelani who dreamt of joining the police force. My parents couldn’t figure out why; it seemed like a terrible idea for someone as kind and gentle as her.”

  Maka took the picture from me, smiling and caressing his sister’s cheek. There was so much love in his gaze that I felt a stinging in my eyes and had to blink several times to keep them from tearing up. “When she died, I lost all passion for anything. For months, I could do nothing but dwell on her loss and how unfair it was. Finally I told myself that someone like Noelani, someone who loved life the way she did, she would be pissed at me for the way I was acting. How could I sit in the dark and hide from the world that she so desperately wanted to be a part of? So I got my shit together. The way I would honor her memory, I decided, was to do what she wanted to do. I joined the force and found I loved it, which surprised the hell out of me. I worked my ass off, climbing up the ranks, and here I am, top of the food chain as a homicide detective. That’s my story.”

  I turned his head and gave him a gentle kiss. I didn’t know how else to communicate the emotions I felt. I never did have a way with spoken words; I could express myself clearly and concisely if you gave me a pen and legal precedent to cite, but beyond that it felt like the art of communication utterly alluded me. Before anything more could be said, Maka’s cell phone rang. He sat up immediately, letting my hand fall away.