Summer Daze

Chapter Eleven

Summer stood in Bobby Goren’s kitchen drinking deeply from a glass of water. When it was gone she refilled and drained it again. ‘Over-exertion’ she thought and giggled quietly to herself. She quietly rummaged around in the cabinets and finally found a garbage bag. She put her clothes inside, tied it shut and stuffed it into her backpack.

She was about to go back to bed when Bobby’s pants, still in a wad on the living room floor, began ringing. It took a moment for her to find the cell phone in his left pocket.

“Bobby’s pants.” She announced professionally, “Sorry, he’s not in them right now. May I take a message?”

There was a muffled sound of surprise and a woman’s voice replied, “Uh…No…” and hung up.

Summer laughed at the tiny device and turned it off before fairly skipping to the bedroom and pouncing on the sleeping form of a big, strong, NYPD detective.
Bobby woke with a start to find Summer looking at him with a mischievous smile.

“Is it morning already?” he asked groggily.

“No.” she whispered, “it’s two o’clock in the morning.”

“Oh,” he yawned, “Why…”

“Seems like the perfect time to start round two.” she said.

She kissed him.

Minutes went by as she worked his mouth with her lips, a burning promise of more to come. He halfheartedly protested her advances claiming old age and exhaustion until he felt her hand on his penis. She was taking a turn at being the bold and daring sexual conqueror, a situation she was far better equipped for handling than he. He took a deep breath. Her hand was feeling his length.

"Now is not the time to be tired" she breathed between kisses.

Then she rose to her knees next to him, admiring his body. Her fingers slid over his skin; the shape of his chest, the strong angle of his shoulders, that small hollow at the base of his throat. She couldn't help exploring it with her tongue.

He felt her tongue begin its investigation of his body, tracing a winding path down his chest, flicking lightly as she passed over each nipple, and continuing slowly down his abdomen until she reached the Promised Land. She leisurely licked his rapidly rising organ from top to bottom. It was then that she started to hum.

‘What is that tune?’ before he could ask the burning question she took him inside her mouth. His hands instantly grabbed the edge of the mattress. She was toying with him, making him harder than he thought possible.

Her mouth felt smooth and hot around him, the vibrations of her humming carrying him to impossible heights of pleasure. He groaned. Faster and faster she moved while her tongue firmly caressed the underside of his shaft, taking him ever higher. A few more strokes, licks, humming softly while taking all of him… and he was certain he would live his fantasy and cum right down her throat… She stopped, kissing her way back up his torso, just before he reached the point of no return.
She graced at him with a sunshine smile and kissed him delicately. He was definitely hungry now. They stayed there staring at each other as the steam of their own heat gathered around them. Her eyes were teasing, his patient and waiting. Her animal scent was floating into his nostrils and he wanted it as badly as she did.

"Don't close your eyes. I want you to see everything I'm going to do to you…" she purred.
She sat astride his waist and traced the tips of her index fingers down his cheeks, along his throat, and over his pecks until she reached his nipples. She rubbed little circles around them as she leaned forward and her pink tongue extended. He was watching her as the tip of her tongue pressed against his nipple, moving from side to side, and time stood still. Next he felt the brush of her fingernails on his nipples; it wasn't as soft and gentle as her tongue had been, but it excited him all the same.

Her fingers played little games on his skin that sent bolts of bliss through his body. She smiled and focused on the place just below his navel. She lightly covered it with kisses and began licking teasingly downward. Her mouth was so close to his erect penis that she could almost taste him. Just as he thought she would go lower she stopped and moved away from him.

He was almost desperate with desire and if she didn't do something about it soon he was going to burst into flames. To prove his condition, he pulled her close, pressing her body to him, licking her neck. Long, graceful, mischievous fingers teased her rock hard nipples as he joined in playing her deliciously torturous game. She pressed and moved herself against his member. Their bodies were hot and sweaty. A bonfire of passion had been ignited and both of them were steadily adding fuel to the flame.

"Please…"

His voice was so soft, pleading and surrendering that it made her lose herself in desire. She spread her legs wider as he guided himself inside her. She moved and he moved with her, begging her to go harder…faster. He placed his hands on her hips in an attempt to move her with him. Her hands clutched the headboard as her body moved to the beat of its own demands.

She tortured him, slowing down then speeding up in a nonsensical, erratic rhythm. His desire was building toward a peak that would rival Mount Everest and driving him to the brink of insanity. He was only able to fight the urge to grab her and force her into the rhythm that would give him the release he so desperately wished for because he knew she was torturing herself, too. Finally she moved steadily faster, pounding him ever closer to that blessed goal.

"Yes…Bobby… yeeeees!" she screamed into the night. For a moment pure pleasure dominated her body, sending waves of erotic satisfaction through her.

He penetrated her hard one more time, groaning her name as he erupted in ecstasy.

Her orgasm left her weak and she sprawled lifelessly on his chest. Her restless state had disappeared, as easily as it had arrived. She was happy, satisfied, and not a bit sorry to have awakened him. She could feel his curious eyes concentrating on her and she looked up at him.
"What brought that on?" he asked with a contented grin.
She looked at him, thinking how much she loved sleeping naked. What an intimate feeling it was to embrace him in their sleep, to feel his smooth male flesh next to hers. She moved up his body, her smiling lips on their way to meet his.
"You."
At six a.m. Detective Alexandra Eames stood outside an apartment building interviewing witnesses. She stifled a yawn and nodded as she listened to Frederick “Chuy” Meara explain that he couldn’t be certain the young woman he saw leaving the building at one a.m. was Summer Davis.

“I only saw her from behind.” He said, “She was little, like Summer and had blue hair, but I didn’t see her face…”

“Summer’s hair isn’t blue!” Kai shouted from a nearby squad car where he, Jarv and Johnny stood handcuffed and awaiting transport to MCS.

“I told you to be quiet!” Eames yelled back, “You guys had your chance to talk. You wanted to be difficult. Now you can just wait until I’m ready.”

She was regretting her decision to let her partner skip this call as she entered the building and mounted the stairs. She had to admit her surprise at hearing a female voice answer his cell at two o’clock in the morning. ‘Everyone deserves to let off steam once in a while,’ she thought resignedly and re-entered the fifth floor apartment crime scene.

The officers of the Crime Scene Unit were busy photographing, cataloging, and bagging anything that might be considered evidence. Eames picked up two large evidence bags containing a pillow and a bloody baseball bat. She stared at them and pursed her lips in thought.

“Ma’am?”

Alex turned to the officer at her side, “Yes?”

“The coroner sent this up.” He held out a small bag to her, “She found it tangled in his hair.”

“Thank you.” Eames took the sticky blue gob. She didn’t have to smell it to recognize it as blueberry gum.

Summer Davis emerged from the subway with her backpack slung over her shoulder. As she rounded the corner to St. Mark’s Place she saw flashing lights and a crowd of police officers and neighbors standing outside her apartment building. The closer she got, the more worried she became. Then she caught sight of her band mates standing between to officers and wearing handcuffs.

“What happened?” she demanded, marching straight up to her brother.

She struggled as one of the officers tried to pull her away. He shouted for her to stay back. She yelled at him to let her go.

In the commotion, no one heard Jarv’s solemn, quiet answer, “Andrew’s dead.”

Alexandra Eames stepped out of the building just as the officer shoved Summer to the sidewalk.

“Get back.” He ordered, “Or you’ll be arrested for interfering with an investigation.”

Summer pulled herself to her feet and Eames shouted, “Grab her!”