Warning Heat Index HOT! Not suitable for readers under 18 or those who are offended by explicit sex scenes
It’s been a big day for Frank. A lot has happened to him in the last 24 hours, far more than he ever dreamed of. Thanks to Marka, Shay and the team, he’s still alive and kicking. Fortunately, they’ve eliminated two of the incidents and found links between Jeff and Penwarren. For some reason, Frank has focused more on whether the man at his house trashed his suits, more than on finding out his identity.
Shay stared at him, incredulous. “We’re in the middle of murder, attempted murder, fraud and vandalism investigations and you want to know if the bastard messed up your suits?”
“They’re nice suits,” Frank protested. “Worth a lot of money.”
“I don’t know. If he did, I’ll buy you new ones,” Shay said angrily.
“Sheesh, chill, Arnold.” Frank held up his hands like he was being threatened.
“Time to go,” Brad said. “Want me to drive?” He stood, catching a set of keys.
“I thought we’d walk back,” Frank replied.
Shay nodded. Brad sat down looking mildly disappointed. Frank figured with a job like this, the kid probably didn’t get out much.
Frank put his jacket around Marka’s shoulders and they strolled back to the main building. Frank stopped at the desk to let Sue know he was moving down to Marka’s room. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. They stopped in his room long enough to gather his possessions and food and carried it all down to Marka’s.
Once in her room, they changed to more casual clothing and went to the cafeteria to eat dinner. It was near closing, but the staff were friendly and courteous as they prepared their meals. They got their food to go and headed back to Marka’s apartment.
Frank noticed that more furniture had been moved in since that morning. He asked her about it.
“I talked to my contractor today. He’s got a problem with the tile for the kitchen. It’s on back order. So I’m stuck here indefinitely. I asked maintenance to bring me more stuff so I didn’t feel so much like I was camping.”
“They got you set up. A dining room table and chairs, a couch, loveseat and a recliner in the living room. Sweet.”
“It’s not much, but it’s better than balancing a plate on my knees.”
They chatted as they ate, getting to know one another better. The last few days were somewhat surreal for both of them. Neither had ever rushed into a relationship like this. But neither of them had ever felt the magnetic pull for another person like they felt for each other.
After dinner cleanup was easy. Frank took their trash to the laundry room down the hall and put it in the closet for pickup. Marka was in the bathroom when he came back. He sat down in the recliner to watch some TV until she came out.
She didn’t come out to the living room, heading directly for the bedroom. He took the hint and dashed to the bathroom. Taking a whiff of himself, he opted for a shower. A damp towel on the wall told him Marka had done the same. For some reason, that excited him.
Bathing quickly, he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. It wasn’t enough to hide his excitement. When he got to the bedroom, he found Marka in bed. Curled on her side, she faced away from the door. With the blanket pulled up around her shoulders, he couldn’t tell if she had her pajamas on yet. Hoping she didn’t, he clicked off the light and dropped his damp towel on the floor.
Sliding into bed, he moved close to Marka. Putting an arm around her he drew her close, pleased to find that she was naked.
“What took you so long?” She asked, snuggling against him.
His penis surged and throbbed, pressing against her buttocks. Marka laughed huskily, wiggling against him. Frank moaned quietly and pulled her hips tightly against his. His fingers slid between her legs. She gasped as he pressed upward.
“Oh, God!” She whispered.
“You don’t usually do that this early,” he said with a laugh. “I must have hit a good spot.”
Marka moaned as he moved his hand, testing her most sensitive areas. A gush of moisture told him he’d found the sweet spot. He concentrated on that for a few minutes until she shuddered, gasping. Suddenly, he found himself on his back. Marka loomed over him, poised like a predator.
He groped for a condom, hurrying to tear it open and roll it down before she impaled herself. While she waited, Marka kissed and licked every available portion of his body. His hands trembled so much he could hardly get the condom on. She finished the process for him before driving his erection into her. Riding him hard, she gasped and moaned.
Frank could hardly concentrate. Nothing they’d done so far felt this good. He had the fleeting notion that he wouldn’t last if she kept up this pace. Marka lost momentum after about 20 minutes of riding him like a Kentucky Derby stallion. They changed positions and Frank slowed things.
Dissatisfied with the new speed, Marka lunged against him, grasping his hips. She clamped down with her pelvic muscles, creating a hot, moist, sensual vice grip on him.
Groaning loudly, he sped up, taking her hard and deep. Marka clutched his hips, rising to meet him as he plunged into her over and over.
They came together in a hot, sweaty, blinding rush of passion. Orgasms shook their bodies, making them weak. Aftershocks rippled from their joined hips making them laugh and gasp feebly.
Frank flopped on his side, no longer able to hold himself up. Afraid his full body weight would be too much for Marka, he simply toppled over. She rolled over on her side, arching her back in a luxurious stretch.
“There’s no way it was that good,” she said with a giggle.
“Did we up our rating?” He asked with a satisfied smirk.
© Dellani Oakes