The City Pt. 01

When he was dressed like that, anybody who appreciated the male form would be stuck to him like a fridge magnet.

My hands roamed over that firm chest and down over his taut belly and around to cup his ass briefly before moving lower to caress the insides of his thighs. Then I reached around from behind to cup his crotch in my palms. I could very definitely feel the considerable bulge of his prick and I squeezed softly, causing him to sigh.

"Is that thing loaded?" Andy turned his head slightly towards me and nodded.

"Mmmm... yes, sir." Moving even closer, I pressed my crotch into his delicious little backside, grinding him into me. Leaning into his ear, I growled, just loud enough for him to hear.

"You are so hot. I want to pull down your pants and fuck you right here." Andy moaned and ground back into my hardening prick.

"I want that too, Alex. But..."

"But?"

"I've got a buyer." My eyebrows crawled up my forehead. My libido slipped into standby mode. Dammit, anyway. One hand on his shoulder turned him around to face me.

"Who? Where? When?" Andy smiled. He just loved it when the detective in me came out in full force. Said it made him feel warm all over.

"Jacklyn Pollock." I winced. The woman was a nuisance. And she was stalking my boyfriend. Lord save me from millionaire heiress do-gooders. The papers were always full of her shenanigans, the good and the ridiculous. One of her campaigns that hadn't made it into the tabloids was her private mission to "Fuck all of the gay boys straight."

That wasn't happening.

Even if she did have one of the biggest collections of rare books in the City.

I had half a suspicion that she set up the heist in the first place. I wouldn't have put it past her.

Andy pulled a slip of paper from his jacket pocket and held it up. "A rental storage unit off Powell and 58th street. Tomorrow night."

"How much?"

"Two mill. In cash. She is supplying it." Holy snap.

"The whole lot? The Poe? The Ptolemy? The Calvin?"

"The entire shipment, Alex." Really.

"Why her? And how?" A little grin appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"She's... gotten in a bit of trouble lately. Figures she needs to earn a few points with the D.A. To even things out."

I sensed that there was an "and' that he was reluctant to add to the conversation.

"And?" I pressed. Those gorgeous eyes rolled a little and the grin came flitting back through.

"And... she thinks by doing me this favor it might make me more inclined to join her on her next cruise to Ibiza."

"But.." He added quickly before I could even open my mouth. "While I still have my big sexy detective in my bed keeping me warm every night, that woman doesn't stand a chance." He tipped his head up and kissed me quickly. "I think you know that, Alex. And when she asks me again I will tell her in those exact words."

My partner in all things was so beautiful. Inside and out. Part of my mind wanted to growl and bare my teeth at that stupid vapid woman and her insulting sexual agenda. The other part wanted to growl and purr as long as I had Andy in my life.

"So... we don't need to do anything until tomorrow, right?"

"That's pretty much right... yeah." I grabbed his hand and towed him along behind me.

"Then let's go home, Andy. You deserve a reward for cracking your first case and I have some pent-up aggression I need to work out."

He just smiled and followed without comment.

Five

If I were a composer or had any sort of musical talent whatsoever, I would have written a sonata based solely on my young lovers moans and cries of delight. Andrew was so vocal, even if they were just barely perceived whispers of breath. He covered the entire musical range. From low moans that came from somewhere south of his navel to high pitched cries and yips and occasionally a squeal now and then pitched so high they made the glasses in the cupboards rattle.

And I absolutely loved every single note I managed to wrest from him. Other than breathing and keeping body and soul together, my one purpose in life was to bring those sounds to his lips time and time again.

A noble cause, in my mind.

Even if Andy was younger and stronger and more limber than I, sometimes just being bigger is enough of an advantage and I used it when the whim struck me. As soon as I got him naked in bed I slid down and rolled, leaning over his slim waist and planting an elbow on the mattress, effectively trapping his upper body behind my shoulder. My free hand wrapped around the shaft of his hardening cock and began stroking him.

"Alex, what are you doing?"

"Hush, Andrew. I am doing what I want. Giving you your reward. Lay back and enjoy it."

"But... but...I... Oooohhhh... god..." I was awarded the first moan as I leaned down and sucked his beautiful big prick into my mouth. It wasn't the first time I had done that and I swore that it wouldn't be the last. Like all the rest of him... if I had to describe the perfect male member before I met Andy, all of my words would have added up to this.

It looked wonderful.

It felt wonderful.

It smelled wonderful.

And it tasted... well, you get the picture.

Add to that the noises of delight he made while I sucked on him. The touches of his fingertips on my back. His fingers running through my hair while my head bobbed up and down slowly. The way his prick throbbed and swelled and twitched as my hand ran up and down his shaft. Watching all of the muscles in his beautiful legs and thighs flex and stretch because his whole body was in motion. Seeing his toes curl up when I teased around the bottom edge of the head with my tongue made me smile around my mouthful of him.

I'm fairly certain that every time I touched him I fell in love with Andy all over again. Especially when I touched him like this.

When his moans and gasps began turning into whispered words, I knew he was getting close. Andys whole body was getting tighter and tighter and he began thrusting upwards into my mouth, those slim hips rocking back and forth. Sometimes when we played this way I liked to bring him to the edge and back off over and over, drawing it out to make him beg for me to let him come. Some twisted little part of my brain absolutely loved it when I could make him whimper and beg for release.

But.. alas... tonight I had a different agenda. I wanted to reward his hard work and bring him off quickly so we could move on to phase two. Where I could roll him over on his belly, stick my cock between those soft, firm little ass cheeks and fuck him silly.

I increased my tempo and my grip and my suction on the head of his thrusting prick, swirling my tongue around and around faster and faster, all the while watching his toes clench down tighter and tighter. Luckily for me, my hair was too short for him to really get a grip on as my lover had slipped into that state of near insanity that precluded a strong orgasm. Andy was no longer in control of his body as I sucked his prick in and out of my mouth while he thrashed and moaned.

Finally, there it was.

Andys whole body froze with his back arched. He cried out one long ululation of joy and his sweet hot come slithered down my throat like molten silver. Each eruption was accompanied by a hard shiver and a guttural cry as he spurted into me over and over again. I kept my fingers and lips in motion, milking him of every single drop of his precious seed. And I didn't stop until I felt his grip on my shoulder and heard him gasp "Oh god... please stop, Alex. You're killing me."

Once again I smiled around that lovely mouthful.

A final long slow suck as his meat slipped from my lips. A final squeeze and a combined kiss and lick on the very tip that made him twitch and hiccup before I allowed his spent prick to fall back on his belly. A smile of satisfaction that not a single drop of his come had escaped.

I moved up on the bed to lay on my back as my spent lover curled up onto my side. Our favorite position with his head resting on my shoulder, one arm across my chest and mine across his back. I patted and stroked his broad back softly, feeling his breathing slow and return to normal.

Mission accomplished.

Last, but not finally

The bust had gone like clockwork. A few phone calls managed to round up enough plainclothes cops to seal off the entire block. While Andy and I, dressed in workman's coveralls driving a rented U-Move-It truck safeguarded the shipment of books, that stupid woman made the payoff to the unsuspecting thieves. They were obviously amateurs. If I gave them a clue they wouldn't know which end of it to blow in.

Pat Martin and his boys managed to nab the whole crew, starting with their two incompetent 'lookouts' stationed a few yards away from the storage locker without a single alarm being raised or a single shot being fired.

Even though Jacklyn and the City cops got most of the headlines for breaking the case, the people who know what really went down know who really deserved the credit and that was good enough for us. The insurance company knew where to send the hundred thousand dollar reward check, anyway. Not a bad payoff for two weeks work, I'd say.

The icing on the cake came two days later when I got to attend while Andy told Jacklyn exactly where she could stick her cruise to Ibiza.

Case closed.