This is part of a series so trying to jump in without reading chapter 1 will probably be difficult.
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Detective Riley adjusted the negligee as she approached her door. She'd been expecting the knock, and she was fully committed, but it still seemed a little strange to her to be wearing lingerie at nine AM on a Saturday when she'd gone to bed in sweats. Still, she'd asked for this.
She opened the door to her apartment. Standing on the other side, Brett Fiorella wore a plain white t-shirt, jeans, and sandals Riley saw as she appraised him head to toe. It would have been clear grounds for sexual harassment if he hadn't been doing the same to her. She saw that she managed to surprise him with her outfit, but she reached up (almost fully extending her arm) and put her finger on his mouth.
"Don't talk. I don't want to hear whatever you think might be clever or enticing. I'm not a nervous co-ed, and I'm not a horny drunk either. I know what I want, and I know why I called you. You know why you're here. If you walk through this door, there is one thing I'm expecting from you. Preferably three or four things if you've actually learned something about how to get a woman off. You know what you're getting in return. If you're expecting more than that, go back to your frat house."
Brett smirked a little and took a very slow, deliberate step through the threshold, then leaned over and kissed Riley, pressing her into the wall at the same time. Riley was mildly annoyed when she felt his tongue probing immediately, but the pressure on her body sparked her drive and she let his tongue in. He was overeager and clumsy in his kiss, but she'd expected that too. What he wasn't clumsy with so far was his hands. They reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks, cupping them fully and squeezing as he lifted her so he wouldn't have to bend to continue the kiss. The force gave her a bit of a thrill and she pulled away from the kiss to present her neck. He caught on quick at least, and started sucking and nibbling, sending pleasing swipes and slight pain up her neck that only revved her engine more.
She pushed him away. "No marks. Bedroom."
"Where?"
"Down the hall, second door."
He carried her down the hall, which turned her on enough that she resumed kissing him. She wasn't large; at five foot three in decent shape she didn't go much above one twenty, but she was rarely with a man who could handle her weight almost effortlessly. She was definitely helping with the thighs she'd wrapped around his waist, but since that was pressing her up against a nice hard package, she didn't mind.
Brett found the bedroom and managed to get through the door without knocking her into the frame. She felt him stop at the edge of the bed and leaned herself back. The negligee slipped up her torso as she arched her back and her shoulders touched the bed, and Brett managed to pull her lace thong off in the same motion when he released her ass and let her settle on the bed. Riley shifted back and spread her legs, her knees hanging over the edge, and propped herself on her elbows. Brett pulled off his shirt as he walked forward, but rather than dropping his pants as she expected, he bent down and kissed her again, putting his hands to work removing the straps of the negligee. He chased the top of the silk down with his mouth, kissing and licking her collarbone and the tops of her breasts until he pulled the lingerie down far enough to expose her nipples. He latched onto one and covered the other with his hand, using the folds in his palm to massage the breast and lightly pinch her nipple at the same time. His mouth was impatient but effective, much like his kissing, and Riley was soon panting heavily. She could feel her crotch getting colder as moisture began to seep from her.
Brett spent a while on her breasts but soon pulled away. Riley was disappointed again and was about to chide herself for unrealistic expectations of a college boy, but he surprised her by immediately dropping to his knees and pulling her forward. His mouth spent only a brief time on her inner thighs before closing on her pussy, but that he thought to go down at all excited Riley enough that she didn't mind. His tongue was long enough to reach inside her, and he probed and licked into her love hole to good effect. She reached down to pull his head against her, which had the double bonus of getting his tongue deeper and bumping his nose against her clit.
"Give me your hand," she gasped out. He hoped he would figure out what to do with one hand, but she brought the other up to her breast and forced it to squeeze hard, as if he wanted to tear the tit off her chest. She let out a genuine moan as the pain shock mixed with his activities below and sent a thrill through her body. She tugged up on his hair and he got the message, moving so his mouth and tongue focused completely on her clit. As his tongue flicked across her nub he figured out what to do with his free hand and sent two fingers plunging into her pussy.
Riley finally dropped onto the bed and let the sensations run their course. Brett had a lot to learn, but he was a talented amateur, and the stimulation to her clit was driving her to a fast, furious orgasm. His fingers even curved up enough to graze her G-spot, pushing her to the finish that much faster. Just as he started to get experimental with a finger near her anus, Riley came.
It was a full body spasm of pleasure and she closed her legs and sat up all in one motion as it slammed into her. After a second the main event passed and she relaxed, releasing Brett's head from the trap of her thighs. He stood and Riley helped him strip off his pants, leaving them both naked. She gripped his shaft. Uncircumcised, it seemed a little larger than average, but nothing a porn company would be excited about. Fortunately she was already excited enough, and he had eaten her out.
She swirled her tongue around the head. He'd felt less than totally hard when she first held him, but it must have been constriction from his pants because the cock was rock hard in seconds. She took the head into her mouth, still swirling her tongue around, and started pumping the shaft. Precum already flowed freely and added flavor to the rod which she sucked lightly for a moment before taking her first plunge. She got about half of it down before her throat and teeth made more risky. She bobbed back and forth at that depth for a little while, then pulled away and looked at him.
"Can you fuck after a blowjob?"
"How much time you got?" Brett asked.
"Gimme a condom," she said, pointing to the end table next to the bed.
Brett reached over and handed one to her. She had it opened and rolled down his shaft quickly, then spun around on her hands and knees.
"Don't get any ideas," she warned when he moved behind her, but thankfully the probing of his cock was confined to her pussy. Between her own excitement and his oral attention, she was wet enough that he slid in halfway on the first try. A few more thrusts later, and he buried himself to the hilt in her tunnel. She relished the full feeling and began slamming back into him, trying to force him deeper, wondering if he was big enough to hit her deepest limit and trigger the pain that hid there.
It turned out he couldn't do it, at least not from this angle, but he quickly grasped that she wanted a hard, fast fuck. Soon his hips slammed into her ass fast enough to sound like applause and her moans warbled from the impacts. She dropped her face to the bed and relished the feeling as her face scraped against the bed while his cock slammed into her and his balls slapped against her clit.
He lasted longer than she expected, but while it felt good it wasn't enough to get her off again. Still, between his oral attention and the fast pounding she was satisfied enough. He disposed of the condom without making a mess and dropped to the floor next to her bed while Riley lay flat on top. His head was visible above the mattress, but he was looking away from her.
"So can I talk now, or should I just get up and leave?" he asked. His tone was teasing, but Riley thought there was a hint of bitterness she detected.
"Right now, I'm strongly considering calling you again sometime," Riley answered. "If you think you can talk and avoid saying anything that would change my mind, feel free to do it."
