"You want to find out?" He leaned in to her, suddenly very intrigued. "Come here, tiger."
She let her legs fall open a little bit, and even though she was still wearing her bikini, the message was clear. He crossed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, his sharp teeth pressed into the soft, sensitive flesh of her throat. Tasting. Scraping his teeth across. Jamelia let out a soft moan, one she didn't have to fake for his benefit.
His hands wasted no time in untying the top of her bikini. It came off easier than it had gone on, and her tits were out and accessible within seconds. He took one already-hard nipple between his fingers and pinched. The pain and pleasure shot through her, mixed up and sending all the wrong signals.
The way that her brain started to buzz, though, maybe they were the right ones after all. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue as he pulled her in for a kiss. His knee planted between her thighs, tantalizingly close to her core. She pushed herself down against his knee, rubbing gently where she could still feel the tingle of pleasure remembered from the back of that motorcycle.
"What about my sister," she breathed out, her voice husky and ragged.
"What about her? Is she here? Does she want to join in?" His voice was teasing and cruel. He moved his knee a little bit, grinding it into her mound and sending another heady shot of pleasure through her.
"Shut up and fuck me."
He pulled his knee away, and Jamelia's body rebelled at the loss of sensation. How dare she want him like this, she thought. It wasn't god-damned fair. She lifted her hips to help him get her bottoms off, even as he stood before her fully clothed.
Then he dipped down to a knee and pressed his head between her thighs, and she didn't mind so much any more. His tongue explored her folds, tracing strange, pleasurable lines across her that she wasn't going to be able to forget for a hell of a lot longer than she wanted.
Her hands scrabbled for something-anything-to grip, finally finding his thick hair. She took two fistfuls and tried to stop the world from spinning around her by pulling his face in deeper. He took the hint and pressed his tongue into her, the feeling of it wiggling and probing sending strange but unbelievable sensations through her entire body. Even her fingertips seemed to buzz with pleasure.
He didn't ask her about Condoms, and he didn't say please. She heard his belt coming undone, heard his pants unzip, and then he pulled away from her, in spite of her hands in his hair, and pushed inside.
She was tight, even after Roy had fucked her so well. The feeling of Craig's cock inside her almost hurt, hitting a spot just a little bit too deep inside. He took a hard grip on her hips and used her. She couldn't think of it any other way. She felt like a fuck toy that he was pulling on and off his cock, like she was just some sort of masturbation aid. God damn it all, it felt good.
She couldn't stop her voice escaping with every thrust in, the pain only matched by the pleasure, each sending her spiraling higher and higher until she couldn't think or see or feel anything but the delicious friction between them. A pinch of her nipple sent another shock through her, enough to bunch up her entire body and explode.
He kept fucking her through her orgasm, kept moving hard, pushing himself in deeper and deeper with every thrust until he poured his cum into Jamelia's waiting womb. She let her head drop back just in time to hear the doorbell ring.
Oh, right, she thought dimly, unable to move from the overwhelming pleasure. The pizza.
Fourteen
Jamelia sucked in a breath. Had that been a confession? Or the start of one? She wasn't sure. But her sister had come up and she panicked. She had to make sure that she had him wrapped around her finger. If he started talking now, maybe she would have been able to handle it.
She tried to catch her breath. The pizza was cold now, and Craig had left after. He'd taken her number down. Two guys in a week, and both of them had her number, while she only had a dead girl's and the one number on earth she would never call.
There was something strange about it all. Maybe it was her, maybe it was how she was acting, but she wasn't about to worry about that. Not right now.
A call came a moment later, while she was trying to decide if it was worth the effort to finish the pizza, or if it should be moved to the fridge. Or the garbage, for that matter. She picked up.
"Jamelia Brown," she said, keeping her voice nice and light just in case the wrong person called. This was, she suspected, why people kept track of contacts in their phone.
"How are you holding up?" Roy sounded genuinely concerned, which only made her more annoyed.
"I'm fine. Is this a social call, or did you want to gloat some more?"
"I never gloated, Jamelia. I'm just doing my job."
"By not letting me do mine? How kind of you."
She could hear him take a deep breath and let it out slowly on the other end of the line. "I know you went straight home to do your own investigation."
"I would never do that, Special Agent Schafer."
"Jamelia, sometimes I can be distant, and sometimes I can overlook things-but I'm not an idiot."
"And of course I wouldn't say that you were an idiot. After all, you're a hard-working employee of our federal government and I respect the work you do."
"I'm sensing some sarcasm there."
"Oh, no, sir. No sarcasm, as long as your work is outside of Los Angeles."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," he answered. "I'm about to hit lunch, and I wanted to know if you wanted to let me know what you've found. I might be able to share some things with you, as well."
Jamelia opened her mouth to say she'd already eaten, but with the lunch came the information, and she sure as hell wanted access to that. "Sure."
"I'll meet you somewhere, you got a recommendation?"
"Anywhere that isn't pizza," she said, looking sideways at the open box on her coffee table whose smell was slowly overtaking the smell of sex in the room.
"Okay, then. Uh. Chinese?"
"Fine by me." She gave him an address for someplace near the station. No reason to get him lost on his second day in town. It wouldn't get him pulled off the case, and would only make pumping him for information harder.
She got dressed. Nothing like the way she was going to get dressed for Craig. This wasn't a chance to show off her body. It was a chance to get information and give very little back. She let out a breath. It was a bit rude of her, she knew, but it didn't change the fact that she was going to do it all the same.
She took the straightest route, but there was no way that she was going to beat him there. It was half the distance for him, after all. Even still, she only pulled in a moment after him, parked in next to his car, and got out wearing a long dress. She only owned a few, for the rare occasion that they got her to go to a formal dinner, and even then she felt under-dressed. Now she felt over-dressed, but she ignored it.
Playing with Roy didn't mean getting him hot and horny and taking him back to her place. It meant convincing him that there was going to be something between them. She hadn't decided yet whether or not that idea was toying with him. Looking at him, he wasn't so bad, and she could certainly get used to him being around.
She scolded herself internally. It would be great. He was a good guy and all, but that didn't much matter, because he wasn't going to be around. Not for very long, anyways. So she had better not get used to the idea, because it sure as hell wasn't going to happen, like it or not.
She straightened her dress and fixed a smile as he came around. She could see that he wasn't sure how to greet her-with a handshake, a hug, or a nod-and she let him live in the uncertainty for a minute. She enjoyed seeing him squirm, a secret pleasure that she couldn't have admitted to but couldn't deny.
Finally he came in for a hug and she accepted it, hugged him back. "You okay?"
Jamelia nodded. "I'm fine, why? Do I look ill?"
"Jamelia, your sister just died."
"I know that the FBI sent their best men just to look into it."
Roy rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. "You know, you don't need to do that."
"Do what?"
"Be sarcastic all the damn time."
"What makes you think I'm being sarcastic?"
"I know how it is, okay? I know that you guys don't like it when we step in on your cases. I'm not a politician, but I'm not an idiot. But I'm a cop, and I investigate my case, and this is my case. Has been for a year now."
"Only a year? I thought there had been murders the past four."
"You noticed that, did you? Someone should make you a detective. You're perceptive."
It was Jamelia's turn to roll her eyes. "Thanks, college boy."
"I took over from a Special Agent who ended up not cutting it. He couldn't turn it into anything."