SEEKER

Hmmm… As far as s*x dreams went, this was heavy. This felt first hand. I barely thought I was dreaming and if it wasn’t for the ocean view I was currently staring at, I would have been convinced this was real but, alas… I knew for a fact that I was at home. Asleep. In my bed with my boyfriend cuddled up next to me and my sister in the guest room below. It makes sense that my mind would go in depth with these vivid dreams because I haven’t had s*x in days because of her visit. I was probably gonna have to jump him first thing when I woke up. Once I woke up, of course. With our schedules and my younger sister being here, Kellan and I hadn’t gotten to bow-chicka-wow-wow … at all. It had been a few days and well, that was not great for team morale. I was basically dying here, so one shouldn’t blame my mind for conjuring up dreams this explicit. VERY VIVID. Okay not probably. First thing when I wake up IS to jump his bones. I do not care if my sister is here. This dream was so good, my body was reacting in real time. His mouth was exactly where I needed it to be, lapping at my heated core. I moaned. Hmmmm. That felt really nice. Too nice. Hold on… Was I still dreaming? I mean, had I just moaned aloud? Wait… Was that panting? Who is panting? My senses slowly made a return. Touch was first. Light fingers massaging my inner thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. There was material between my fingers; the duvet covers. I clutched them (for real this time… I think) then the apex of my thighs came at me, pleasure coursing in my veins. “Aah,” I breathed. Sense of hearing followed. I just heard myself. That was me. When did the dream end? Did the dream end? “Oh,” Definitely awake! Awake awake. I arched my back, finally opening my eyes. Hello sense of vision. The heavy panting was mine. Zeroing in on that glorious feeling centered on where I was most sensitive, his expert tongue coaxed magical sensations in me. Every slick touch sent me closer and closer. I moaned again. Louder. Toes curling. Was the dream even real or was my body just processing this person eating me out first thing in the morning? I glanced down between my legs and beautiful, blue eyes looked back up at me mischievously. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to hold back moans. It did not work. “Ah,” whimpering as his mouth did what it was supposed to, chile. I ran my hand through his thick, dark hair; urging him on, wanting more. My breathing hitched as I fought to be quiet. His fingers slid into me, gliding in and out, sending shockwaves through me. “Oh f**k,” I bucked to the rhythm of his fingers. In and out. The tensing started, familiar tingles of orgasm spread through me. "Kellan," I whispered, or at least tried to. He did not exactly take it easy on me. I did not want him to either. His fingers pistoned faster and faster, making it harder and harder to be quiet. That delicious tightening started to intensify and expand and rise. I moaned again, clamping my mouth with my hand, remembering my sister. “Fuuuuck,” I’m getting louder now. With one last flick of his marvelous tongue, my body bowed and I came crashing down; waves of pleasure flowing through my whole body, keening and writhing under him. I found my way down to earth again as quietly as I could as he wrung out every single ounce of orgasm, not releasing me till every pulsating wave of pleasure had run dry. “Shh. Your sister is here,” he murmurred, smirking at me. “Good morning,” The bottom half of his face was glistening. I took longer than normal to reply, still breathing heavily and recovering. “Good morning to you too,” I breathed, smiling at him. My breathing was not quite even. “Happy Birthday my love,” he whispered. His breath tickled my stomach as he lay soft kisses, making me giggle. That's today? I really wanted more of this particular present. Pulling his face to mine, I kissed him as ardently as I could manage, which wasn’t much to begin with. Moving my lips around his mouth, I licked myself off of him and ran my tongue along his to share the taste. He groaned, he really loved it when I did that. A weapon of mass destruction was nestled between my legs, poking at my core. All forms of common sense made a beeline for the exit as I stroked him. He groaned, staring down at me as my hand moved on him. "Should I get a gag or do you promise to be quiet?" he whispered. "Wouldn't want to disturb our guest with our antics," Wow. I forgot my sister. I forgot her whole existence. At the same time, I did not care a damn, not a single valence electron of a f**k. I am pretty sure whatever I vaguely heard downstairs would have taken my attention if I was not as needy as I was right now... his mouth was not enough. I wanted so much more and his soft kisses aren't doing much to quell my desire. I lined him up and- A very familiar buzzing stopped us in our tracks. You have got to be kidding me!! His work phone vibrated on the night stand. Loudly… so loudly. A sudden flash of anger ran through me. "f**k me!" I muttered angrily, trying to wiggle out of his hold and head to the shower. Maybe a few minutes alone to get myself off might help. "I dying to," He let his head hang. "I’m obligated to answer.” He rested on his elbows, reaching for it and putting it on speaker. “You should probably get off me,” I raised an eyebrow. "No," he mouthed at me. "McCarty," his attention back on his phone. “McCarty? Wake up.” A deep voice spoke. Bubble burst. “We found another one. Your theory is looking more sound every day. I’ll text you the address. Oh and tell Zoey I said happy birthday. I can cover you for some time alone? I know -” I knew that voice. It was Wilkes. Kellan’s partner. His name was Johnathan Wilkes, but the name John was so common that we went with his surname. He was the literal big, (dark) black guy. He was a sweetheart. More like a big brother. He was kinda sexy but if you were into being played by the pied piper type. Reminded me of a young Denzel Washington. Without as much s*x appeal… or looks… or humility… or talent… I should stop but you get it. It doesn't help that I was all kinds of annoyed due to his interruption. Kellan unwound himself from me, cursed and picked up. “Cork it, Wilkes,” he complained, his frustration barely hidden. "s**t. Did the party start already? Did I interrupt you?" Wilkes laughed on the phone. No ounce of shame in his tone. "f**k you," Kellan muttered and took it off speaker. "I always regret putting you on speaker." He grumbled. "No need... get them and I'll look over it in the office-… cold case, huh? Same as the others?” he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Kellan just got back from an extended trip to Albuquerque because of some necrophiliac like 5 days ago. Talia's visit started 2 days ago. Due to that case, he was wrapped up in so much admin work, I barely got to see him. Adding my sister's untimely visit, it had been a while. However, as desperate as I was for him, the idea of me having him in my mouth or anywhere in me while discussing the facts of some poor soul’s untimely end in this world kinda irked me. Buzz killed. After a blank period in which my pique calmed down and my wits were gathered about me, I made my way to the shower. He mouthed ‘me too’. He planned on joining me. Hmm, that gave me an idea. That uneasy pull in my stomach whenever he got called to work gripped me, every time. You would think I would be used to it by now, but no. It was always there, hanging about in the back of my head. By the time I was done with my ritual and morning musings, the water was perfect. I tied my braids in a high bun and made a move to get in the shower. I should have known better. He snaked a hand around my waist from behind me right before I stepped in. The fact that I was just attended to did not help me. The fact that we had not finished made it much worse. When his lips found mine again, my skin heated and my desire doubled. He could do whatever he wanted with me, right now. His soft kisses left goosebumps up my back… the base of my neck… his other hand glided down my abdomen. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Nevermind the interruption. That was a lovely wake up,” I breathed. I felt his smirk. “You dreamt aloud. It was inspiring.” His hands skated down my body, cupping my ass and sliding up my stomach. He lowered his hand all the way, lightly grazing my very wet mound. I groaned. “Your case, love,” “Wilkes has me covered,” His hand reached up and closed the tap. “Besides, you’re a little too clean for a shower. Have to get you a great deal dirty first… don’t you think?” he whispered, reaching down and carrying me back to the bed, tossing me on it. I let out a loud laugh. “I love these,” he murmurred, his mouth on my n****e again. I had no will in me to say no so when his thumb started moving on my c**t, I hissed in delight, my lower back spasming when his fingers moved in me. I reached below and grabbed hold of him. Teasing him as much as he was teasing me. Two can play this game. “Brace yourself on the headboard,” he demanded. His breathing matched mine. It was as if he could read my mind. Yess! I acquiesed. His fingers abandoned their post. I momentarily felt bereft. Regardless, I turned onto my stomach and raised my ass at him. This needed to be quick and he did not need to tell me twice. His lips peppered light kisses between my shoulder blades, sending tingles down my back. His hand came over my mouth, appreciating the gesture. I was very glad for the clamp because that meant I didn’t have to try so hard to be more quiet. Just as I was about to complain, he buried himself inside me in one swift movement, to the hilt. My muffled moans filled the room. He moved gently at first, but as I said, we needed to be quick and Kellan never took it easy during doggy. Slamming into me till all I could see were stars behind my lids. This clamp-my-mouth idea was a good one because I was losing this volume battle “f**k,” he steadied my hips again. His voice husky. f**k but it was sexy. He moved in me again, never missing a beat. Every thrust took me closer and closer. I never had a chance. "You feel so good,” he muttered. When his hand moved from my mouth to the back of my head, stuffing my face in the pillows, I trembled, clenching gratifyingly inside. He did not disappoint me at all. Round of applause echoing everytime he slammed into me. Dwindling on the edge for a few more seconds, I peaked into an intense climax, crying out into the pillows as I came. “f**k Kellan,” Stars were exploding behind my lids as I came. Pure bliss spread through my body. Euphoria. "Hmmm," When I came to, I realized way too late that I was on my back again. He was not done. I looked up at him and he smirked as he hooked each of my legs on his shoulders. I was not gonna be quiet. He knew that. I knew that. He knew that I knew that. I knew that he that I knew he knew that. Arrogant. Cocky. His smirk deepened, planting little soft kisses on my calf. "You good?" I had no smart-ass response for him. My breathing was still shaky and the anticipation of what was to come closed my throat. He leaned down, my legs still hooked on his shoulders to kiss me. "More?" he licked his bottom lip, my eyes tracking the movement, nodding. "Please," I did not need to tell him twice as he slid into me with ease. He was nowhere near done and I knew, in my spirit, I knew I was gonna be f*****g late for work. I was. *** High bun for me today. Did not feel like wet braids dampening my clothes today. Obviously, the party went on in the shower as well. Flashbacks of him f*****g me up against the shower wall buzzed around my head. When the bun was done, I snuck a look at him. He had that jaw clench thing going on when he was irritated and he was right now. Most people would ask what was wrong. Personally, I would cut my thighs open riding that chiselled face. “Is everything okay?” I asked. I went with the former. The latter had already been done. He turned to face me as he pulled on his pants. “Wilkes is basically demanding my presence. He is headed to the office so I need to get going too,” He started tucking in his shirt. “It should not be annoying but it is.” It took all of me not to drool as he got dressed. He pouted his lips, clearly pissed and he had some full lips on him. White boys with lips y’all… Bright, blue eyes gave me a once over. Ocean blue. I couldn’t help my ogling. Strong jaw. He had striking and sharp features with a straight nose. My handsome. He always had his dark hair floppy in the front and a little short on the sides, hiding his forehead. I won't lie, his tall, broach-shouldered stature made him quite intimidating to everyone else. He did not fill up a doorframe, but his stature made him imposing to a lot of people. It did not help that he was a bit of a d**k. I liked that about him though, because I was a meanie as well. “How’s your day looking anyway?” “I have nothing to do. Paper work. Administrative leave actually sucks. Hopefully, it won’t take all day,” I shrugged. I had been on leave for 2 and a half weeks while they were investigating me. Stephen Moss happened. Kellan leaned closer to me, bringing me back to the present. “Happy birthday,” he said tenderly. I craned my neck to look at him, taken aback by the warmth, thankfully distracted. “I really love the fact I get to do this life thing with you. I love you,” he placed a little box in front of me, kissing my forehead. I had no smart arse response, just a warm heart and love overflowing in me. “Thank you,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling a little shy. “I love you too.” I pecked him. “What did you get me?” “Open it,” “Oh my God,” I gasped. Inside the box was a pair of earrings. Diamond tear drop earrings set in white gold. My throat closed up. “Wear them tonight?” he asked. YES, THE f**k, I WILL. I nodded. "Thank you so much. I love them,” I smiled shyly, staring at my present in wonder. “Are they real?” He scoffed. “Respect me,” Kissing my cheek. “Ofcourse they are,” I knew better than to grumble about price now. We have had this argument too many times already. “Thank you,” I said again, kissing him. “Oh, where are the biting rejoinders I love so much?” He teased. I blushed. “Wear them tonight?" “Only the earrings?” I smiled. Lust flashed in his eyes. “Insatiable,” he muttered. “That’s for later.” “Get going, you’re gonna be late. It is too late for me to make it on time,” Albeit quickly, we kissed and if we continued, we would start again. He pulled away, shaking his head. “What will I do with you?” he whispered, caressing my cheek. “F*ck me for the rest of my life?” I suggested. “That’s the plan,” he laughed. “I love you,” He grabbed his phone, pulled on his glasses. “I love you too,” I sang back to him and off he went. I smiled to myself. I had a wonderful 3 years with him. We were actually closing in on our 3 year anniversary. Oh crap! What was the date? It is my birthday... Don't judge me. My personal phone rang and pulled me away from my train of thought. Ungh! It was gonna be ringing all day. I checked the caller ID and it was my mom. So the well wishes begin…