Detecting Lust: An Erotic Detective Novel (Sin Book 1) (4 page)

B
ack up in his office
, Seth pulled out his camera, removing the SD card. Just as he was about to sit down at his desk in front of the computer, Ashley walked up and popped her head in the door.

“What’s up Ashley?”

“Detective Lane, I just wanted to say thanks for letting me assist you today. I got into police work to help people, and today was the first time I felt like I actually…” Ashley said, speaking kind of softly.

“Ashley, look darlin, you’re doing me a favor by helping me out the way you are. I need you to really stay on top of the tasks that I’ve gave you.” Seth said while putting the SD card in his computer waiting for the print button to come up on the screen.

“The most important person right now is Jen… and we need to catch this guy quick, fast and in a hurry for her sake—you understand?” Seth spoke with a caring yet strong voice as he clicked the print button.

Ashley glanced at the printer, interested to try to catch a glance at the pictures. Seth leaned back in his chair, blocking Ashley’s view. It’s not that he was opposed to anyone viewing the pictures, but definitely not before he did.

“Once this fuck-face is behind bars, I promise you I’ll be the one thanking you. Until then do me a favor and stay focused.” He said, insinuating that it was time for her to leave.

“Yes sir, hmm Detective, ummm… I’ll follow up with the hospital and get that report for you.” Ashley said backing out of the office.

L
eaning back in the chair
, with his eyes clenched shut, Seth kept going over the laundry room in his head.
How in the fuck, were there no fuckin’ prints? Not even a print from one of the residents.
The printer stopped and beeped indicating that it finished printing all the pictures. Seth opened his eyes and grabbed the case file folder, gathered up all the notes from earlier and all the pictures from the printer and stacked everything neatly into the case folder.

He glanced down at his watch.
Fuck balls, it’s six o’clock already?
Seth grabbed the folder, tucked it under his arm and made a b-line for the front door.

“Get out of here Ashley and go home. I’ll see you in the morning.” Seth said over his shoulder, rushing out the door.

* * *

H
itting the freeway
, Seth wondered how in the hell he got himself there. While he was on street beat he loved the helping aspect of police work.
Dealing with the attitudes of everyone getting pulled over because of a damn headlight out, my god you would have thought he was Judge Dredd getting ready to fucking execute them on the spot.
He couldn’t fucking wait to take the Corporals Exam, then when it came time for him to take the Sergeants Exam he jumped on it
. Oh my god, and how fucking awesome was Zee?
He thought. She helped him study every night, quizzed him in the shower, car, and in every free moment.
Three years later and he bet even that Zee could pass that test with flying colors.
Yep, next thing he knew he was sitting in front of the Captain, interviewing for his Detective’s badge. It only took a few cases solved before the Captain left him alone and allowed him to just do his own thing.
“Just go and solve it.” The Captain would say to him.

Seth’s stomach growled like something fierce. The only thing he ate today was stale ass muffin at the coffee shop this morning and he already missed dinner with the Jerry Falwell family tonight.
Seth pulled off the exit leading to the house and instantly thought of that little mom-n-pop burger joint next to gas station.
Fuck yeah; I could totally go for a double bacon anything right now.
The burger joint always seemed shady as fuck with the make shift apartment on top of it.
If it wasn’t for the marquee sign in the front showing the daily specials you wouldn’t even know that it was a restaurant.
But every time Zee picked up some random entrée for him, the food was so wonderfully bad. He knew with every bite he would need to add 10 more minutes working out, but god damn it tasted so fucking good. Seth had never actually been inside himself, but why not?
He figured he’d check it out. After this morning’s fuck-fest in the shower and not eating all day, he should be fine. After ordering the food and paying it was only a four-minute drive to the house.
Oh this poor poor burger… I’m going to so fuck you up.

Seth pulled in to the driveway and noticed that Zee wasn’t back home from dinner. He immediately felt bad for her. That sermon must be lasting longer than normal over there tonight. Seth fumbled at the door trying to hold the case file under his armpit, the extra massive fountain drink in one hand, with the burger bag in his teeth and tried to unlock and open the door with his other hand. Once inside, Seth went straight for his office. He plopped the drink cup down and gathered up one last sniff of the burger bag as he took it out of teeth. Seth placed the bag leaning up against the drink cup. He clicked on the light with the lamp on the edge of the desk, and slapped down the case file like he just won the hand in Texas Hold ‘em.

* * *

S
eth carefully folded
the burger wrapper like an origami cup to catch the grease from dripping everywhere as he began to destroy the double bacon cheeseburger one bite at a time. Meanwhile Seth took out the pictures from the case file and in one swift motion scattered them across the desk. He fingered through the pictures waiting and hoping that something was going to stand out and catch his attention. In the background of his peripheral he noticed the bare wall across from his desk that normally had a few book shelves against it.
That girl… always messing around with her books.
Zee used that wall to house the book collection she’s been working on since birth. He focused his attention back to the pictures, and was determined to find what in the fuck he was missing. Seth picked up the notepads holding everything about the case, flipping and thumbing through them trying to find the part where he detailed notes about the rape.
Ok, here… fuck-face blasts into the room and before Jen can turn around he’s got her by the back of the neck bending her over the dryers.
Seth ruffled through the pictures finding the laundry room picture showing the dryers.
So… he bolts in and BLAM! Jen is face-down over the dryers…her hands are right away going to grab the top of the dryer to attempt to regain balance. Yet no prints…why?

Just then, headlights swept across the front of the house, shining through the windows of the office as they passed by. Seth looked up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Zee’s finally home.
He bounced his eyes back and forth, like a baseball bobble head, looking between the notepad and the pictures of the laundry room like something was going to snap into place before Zee walked through the door. Which clearly didn’t happen.

“Hey, baby.” Seth blurted out as the door opened.

“Hey honey.” Zee replied.

“So, how was the sermon tonight?” Seth sarcastically mumbled.

“Oh stop it, you know he means well... just a bit long winded as usual. That man can definitely talk a camel to sleep.” Zee said, trying to hold back her chuckle.

“What happened to the book shelves?” Seth was actually curious to hear what new project was into now and got up to go over and check it out.

“Oh…baby you know I’m obsessed with my shelves… I’m actually thinking about making some bigger ones to hang directly on the wall. I think it’ll be cute if they come out right.” Zee sounded excited that she found something to keep her busy throughout the day.

“Whatever makes you happy baby.” Seth showed off his sexy smile while leaning in for the welcome home kiss.

“What’s all this?” Zee asked, glancing down at some of the pictures.

Plopping back down in the desk chair, Seth leaned back. “Ughhh… this poor girl was attacked in the laundry room of her own apartment building.” Seth sighed. “There’s something that bothers me about this.”

Zee picked up the picture on the top of the pile, “Is this her apartment building? Crummy neighborhood.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen worse.” Seth said, rubbing his left temple.

“Oh baby, you look like you have a headache.” Zee ran her fingers through Seth’s hair, which caused her to lean over and show off her cleavage in her low cut blouse.

“Let’s see if we can’t release some of that stress.” Zee whispered.

* * *

Z
ee dropped
down to her knees and unzipped his pants. When she reached inside the zipper hole she already felt the chub growing, and started to stroke Seth’s cock softly. Her nails gently scratched the base of his man-sculpted hairless dick. Zee pulled his forever growing cock out of the suit pants zipper hole—already with the knowledge that Seth is a boxer’s kind of guy—she wiggled her hand through both holes, and grabbed ahold of his cock best as she could. Zee knew his cock very well. She knew that her thumb and middle finger weren’t going to be touching each other once his full girth appeared. Seth loosened his tie using his finger because even though the blood was rushing south, he was feeling really hot. He was still in his suit but he didn’t even care.

Seth’s cock started to twitch up and down; it knew what was about to happen. Half a drop of pre-cum manifested on the tip of the now rock hard cock. Headache? If he had one before, he sure as hell didn’t have one now. There’s nowhere near enough blood in his head to warrant a headache, his cock had drained all that blood from his body. Zee leaned down and kissed the tip softly, lubing her lips with the pre-cum. She ran her lips and tongue all the way down one side of his shaft, holding it straight up with the palm of her hand.

Once at the bottom, she took her tongue, pushing it flat on the pipe and licked all the way back up, slow enough to where Seth could feel each and every millimeter she covered. She rounded the top and went down the other side doing the same as before. Again, at the top, she kissed the slit to once more lube her lips. Zee took a deep breath in, through her nose, and held her breath as she wrapped her lips fully around Seth’s dick and plunged his cock to the back of her throat. She kept a full fist down at the base, since she knew this was the stopping point before she gagged. Sucking up and down, Zee started to stroke Seth’s shaft, twisting her wrist back and forth. Like an Olympic long distance swimmer, Zee inhaled during the up strokes and exhaled on the way down.

“Fuck! Yes!” Seth muttered during an exhale.

Zee moaned, softly at first, but with every throb in her mouth she moaned louder. With the combination of the vibrations from the moaning, the long strokes of her soft, wet mouth going up and down, and her hand twisting from left to right, and back again, Seth was almost ready to explode. Seth opened his eyes and tried to hold back from releasing because it felt so good he didn’t want her to stop. He frantically looked around, trying to find something to distract him from coming so soon. Not to be dissuaded, Zee took a deep breath in and went to town. She knew exactly what he was doing and she wanted him to lose every ounce of control—she wanted to erase his mind for just a minute.

She dropped her lips all the way to the base of his cock. The mushroom tip and was now deep in her throat and she opened her mouth just enough to slide her tongue out and lick his balls. This was a practiced move. Seth wasn’t able to control himself and his cock throbbed with a jaw-breaking twitch. Gagging and coughing due to the cock, which felt like it was half way down her esophagus, Zee broke for air. Still stroking Seth off like an experienced porn star in a hand job scene, she got back her control and regained her breathing.

“Aaawwww… fuck, baby don’t stop!” Seth begged, “FUCK, I’m so close.”

Before Seth was trying to prolong this amazing blowjob, but now he couldn’t control it, it was going to happen—he was going to explode.

“I want to you come down my throat baby.” Zee confessed, “I want to taste you.”

Zee went right back at it, switching hands to rest her arm. She stroked away, and Seth bit down, flexing his jaw muscles, clenching his eyes closed ready for an extremely intense, yet painful, yet enjoyable orgasm. Zee started to slow down, she loved having the power and the knowledge that she could make this six foot-three, two-hundred-pound beautiful man squirm and twitch at her command. Not able to control himself any more, Seth reached down, grabbing her ponytail with one hand and her head with the other, and started to fuck her mouth. It only took a few more thrusts before Seth shot his load. The first shot coated the back of Zee’s throat, the second shot started to fill her cheeks like a squirrel gathering winter acorns.