Slasherazzi (11 page)

We were still waiting for the reports to come back when I clocked off that night. No identification for the victim meant our search for a possible suspect had drawn to an infuriating halt. Yet another case to add to the backlog of open murders. Hopefully, this one wouldn’t turn out to be anything like the Slasherazzi case. One psycho running loose was one too many, and two was just a nightmare waiting for the papers to pick up and run away with.

I pulled out of the parking lot and drove home, the wind blowing through my hair and taking my worries with it. After all, I’d promised Vince that I wasn’t going to spend my whole day focusing on work. Tonight was going to be about us, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to give him every ounce of my attention.

I made it home with half an hour to spare and quickly jumped in the shower. After drying myself off, I pulled on a pair of black slacks and dress shoes. Then I went into the kitchen to pick a clean brown and purple pinstriped shirt from the back of a chair, which I quickly pulled on, followed by a tailored suit jacket.

With ten minutes to go, I opened up a nearby drawer and, from it, pulled a brass key, then went out into the hallway to open the first door on my right. On the far wall hung a corkboard with clippings from newspapers and a map of the city. Tiny red pushpins marked several locations, each the site of a murder scene in the Slasherazzi case. The desk below was covered with piles of paper and notebooks filled with my thoughts on the case. I had spent plenty of hours mulling over the details, searching for hidden clues and patterns. And every theory I had was scribbled down somewhere within this room.

The top page contained notes from the very first victim, which I’d studied more times than I cared to remember in the hope that some new information might pop out at me. What triggered him to begin his killing spree? If only I could figure it out, then maybe I would hold the key to solving the whole case.

A car horn blared three times and jerked me from my thoughts. I glanced down at my wrist. The bastard was early. I exited the study and locked the door before placing the key back in its drawer. Then I picked up my keys and wallet on the way out, slipping them into my jacket pocket. Vince was parked outside, standing at the side of his car, a two-door Nissan Altima in cobalt blue. The setting sun glinted off the immaculate bodywork, and not for the first time, I thought that Vince must have spent as much time looking after his car as he did himself. He walked around the vehicle and greeted me on the sidewalk.

Vince smiled and met my eyes. “I made plans at a place not far from here. Figured we could have a few drinks, then come back here.” He placed an arm around me and pulled me in. “Thought maybe I could spend the night here.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied, giving his ass a firm slap before pulling away. “Then let’s go. I could do with a stiff drink.”

“Oh, I’ll give you something stiff,” Vince said with a smirk.
“Save that thought for later, I’m starving. So where are we off to?”
Vince started down the sidewalk. “It’s a surprise.”
We turned onto the main road and walked down the busy street. The sun had begun to sink beyond the rooftops, turning the sky shades of navy, red and orange. People gathered outside the bars with drinks in hand, the neon signs lighting up as night settled in over Tampa. In the distance sat a small building with a red sign in the parking lot. Merl’s Grill. It was the place where Vince and I met for the first time. Well, if you don’t count that one time I manhandled him off a crime scene. I paused and smiled.
“Been a while, hasn’t it?”
Vince stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Two years on this exact date.”
“Fuck, you’re kidding me?” I mentally face-palmed, or maybe that was the shock hitting me square in the face. “I can’t believe you remember the exact date.”
He closed the short distance between us and took my hands in his. “Alex, I know we’ve had our issues, but…”
“But what?”
He lowered his head, keeping his eyes hidden. “It’s nothing. I just thought that maybe this could be like a new start for us. You know, a blank slate. Forget about all the crap in the past and really give it a shot this time.”
Unable to come up with a response, I lifted his chin with one finger and stole a quick kiss. This was one of the reasons I’d given in to Vince in the first place. Take him away from the job and he was one of the kindest, most thoughtful, and romantic people this side of the Atlantic. And yet, why did my heart feel so heavy?
“Well?” he asked. “Don’t just leave me hanging. Say something.”
“I, ummm…” I took a deep breath and wet my lips. “I think it’s a great idea.”
I forced a smile and took hold of Vince’s hand, ignoring the insults hurled at us from across the street. He smiled back and pulled me along toward the restaurant. I quickened my pace to keep up with him. Maybe this was exactly what we needed—a chance to remember why we started dating seriously in the first place.
But why couldn’t I ignore the ache in my chest? I should have been happy because this really was different from all the times before. It had been far too long since we actually went on a date, and the nights spent in bed or in front of the television with takeout didn’t count.
We entered Merl’s and were promptly taken over to a small booth in the corner. It was the perfect spot, away from the families with the loud children and the group of men in suits cheering as they downed a row of shots at the bar. The lighting was dimmer, with small candles set on the table. Vince whispered something to the waiter, who nodded before handing us each a menu and heading off into the kitchen. I took my seat, and Vince sat opposite with a huge grin on his face.
“You’re plotting something,” I said, leaning back in my seat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He picked up his menu and browsed through it. “So many choices.”
I took my own and flicked through the pages to find the steak section. “You always get the Surf ‘n’ Turf.”
“I know. Figured I might try something new.” His foot brushed against the inside of my leg, though his focus stayed on the menu. “The pepper jack burger sounds good. I love a nice hot piece of meat between my buns.”
I snorted as I looked over my options. “Yeah, so I’ve heard.”
He caught my gaze for a short moment and winked as the waiter returned with a bucket of ice with wine in it, and two glasses. He set one each in front of us and lifted the bottle up for Vince to see.
“Would you like to taste it first, sir?”
“No, thank you,” Vince replied.
The waiter nodded and filled our glasses before placing the wine back into the ice. After taking our orders, he left and went back to the kitchen.
“Wine, too. You’re really going all out today,” I said.
“It’s been two years since we met. I’d call that a special occasion.” Vince lifted his glass. “Here’s to new beginnings.”
I picked up mine, and we clinked them together. “Yeah, to new beginnings.”
As we ate, we reminisced over how things were when we first started seeing each other. Things were so much simpler back then. I was still in uniform, patrolling the streets and responding to thefts and domestic disturbances. Nothing worth writing a headline about. It was only about five months later, when I got my promotion into homicide, that I saw a different side of Vince.
One of my first cases had been bugging me for days, and so I took the file home with me to work on. I had newspaper clippings pinned up on a board in my study, along with sticky notes. It never occurred to me at the time to lock the door. That is, until I saw Vince’s article in the paper a couple of days later, with information from the case that only someone who had read the file would know. I guess I’d figured he would have put our relationship above his job.
“You’re being quiet,” Vince said, pouring another glass. “You sure you don’t want any more?”
“No, thanks. Got work in the morning, remember?” I emptied the last of my wine and placed my hand over my stomach. Nothing beat Merl’s rib eye. “I was thinking, that’s all.”
“Anything you wanna share?”
I sighed. “I wish we could go back to the way things were, that’s all.”
“But we can.” Vince reached over the table to grab my hand. “That’s why I did all this…to remind us of what we had.”
I turned my hand over to curl my fingers around Vince’s. “You know, I think you might be right.”

We left after dessert and returned to my place. I shut the door behind me, and Vince grabbed my shoulders, pushing me back against the wall. He leaned in to press our lips together, his tongue eager to probe inside me. I opened up to him, tasting the wine and chocolate as I fought back into the kiss and reached around to grip his firm ass, dropping my jacket to the floor. My cock stirred at the thought of getting to pound him into the nearest surface and shooting my load deep inside.

He fumbled with the buttons of my shirt until he could pull the fabric over my shoulders and let it slip to the floor. His hands were cold against my bare skin as he ran them down my chest and stomach, sending a slight shudder up my spine. He paused at my waistband and pulled away from the kiss with a smirk.

I laughed and placed my hands on top of his shoulders to push him down to his knees. “Yeah, well maybe you should do something about it.”

Vince glanced up at me, keeping eye contact as he parted his lips and pressed them against the bulge in my pants. He stroked my cock with his lips, massaging the head through my pants, all the while staring up at me. My cock grew harder still, until I was sure it was about to burst if I didn’t get it free soon. I groaned and reached down to undo my belt so I could get rid of the offending clothes and push them down to my knees.

Vince wasted no time in wrapping his mouth around my dick and running his tongue around the tip. I leaned my head back and let out a long moan as his lips slid down my shaft, burying me deep at the back of his throat. He pulled back slowly, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked hard and my dick left his mouth with a wet pop. I closed my eyes, unable to continue watching for fear of blowing my load too early. The warmth of his mouth enveloped me once more, and a hand cradled my balls to pull on them gently and tease them between his fingers.

“Fuck,” I breathed, slowly rocking my hips under the desire to plow myself inside him. I pressed my hands against the wall, splaying my fingers outward. My legs shook beneath my weight, and a haze coated my mind, blocking out all coherent thought and leaving a single word chanted over and over.
Cum. Cum. Cum
. God, I needed to cum so badly.

My breaths quickened, a quiet moan escaping with every movement of Vince’s mouth, his tongue running along the underside of my cock and up over the slit before swallowing me whole once more. Without warning, he released me from the relentless suction and stood to thrust his tongue between my parted lips, filling my mouth with the salty taste of precum. The kiss seemed to go on forever until my head spun and I gasped for breath.

“Wanna take this into the bedroom?” Vince asked. I didn’t reply, instead shoving him down the hallway. “Thought so.” He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled

me along with him. He stopped in front of the bed and turned to face me. I shoved him back, and he landed with a grunt on the mattress. With a bit of hopping about, I removed my shoes and pants, before crawling over him and rubbing my cock against the coarse fabric of his jeans and the hard bulge beneath.

I sat back onto my knees and pulled at the waist of his shirt. He pushed himself up into a sitting position so I could yank the top over his head and throw it to one side. He extended his warm tongue to lick my chest, circling slowly around one nipple as his hands caressed the muscles of my ass. He glanced up at me and smiled.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind giving this position a go,” he said.
“I’d like that, too,” I replied, my dick twitching in anticipation. “Bet it’d be hot having you ride my cock.”
Vince turned his head away. “That’s not what I meant. I was thinking, maybe, you know…I could fuck you instead.”
I froze solid, my heart pounding against its cage. The first drop of sweat trickled down my forehead, and my throat dried up, making it hard to swallow. “You…want to fuck me?”
He nodded and laughed quietly. “Yeah. I was a little worried to ask because you always took the lead. But I’d like to try it with you. If you’re okay with it, that is.”
I drew in a shaky breath and closed my eyes. My ass tightened at the thought of being fucked, clenching almost painfully at the mere memory of my first and only time on the receiving end of another man’s cock. I was only nineteen at the time, and I’d never had the urge to try again since.
“Alex?” Vince said quietly. “We don’t have to. It was just a thought.”
“I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know. It’s not something I’d feel comfortable with.” A half-truth, perhaps, but it wasn’t a lie. I simply had no desire to relive that painful night, either in memory or reality.
Vince nodded and moved his hands around to my front. “It’s okay. You know I love it when you fuck me. We could go with your idea instead. Here, lie on your back.”
I lifted my leg over Vince and twisted around to stretch out across the bed. My pulse raced, drumming through the vein in my neck. Vince grabbed the condoms and lube from the bedside cabinet, then pushed my legs apart to kneel between them. He placed a hand either side of my arms and bent his head down to touch his lips to my stomach, leaving a trail of hot kisses down toward my waist. He stopped just short, instead taking a detour to the inside of my thigh, and sucked on the tender flesh.
I gasped, and soon the flow of blood returned to my cock as Vince took me in one hand and tortured me with long, slow strokes. He released the skin of my thigh from his mouth and moved onto my balls, licking his way around my sac, which tightened with the distant, yet impending orgasm building with each deliberately careful movement. This was a game Vince enjoyed, seeing just how long he could keep me aroused without bringing me to completion.
He sucked one ball into his mouth, and I gasped. I grabbed onto the bed sheets as though I might shoot up and hit the ceiling if I didn’t, and my leg twitched from the mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through me. My squirming didn’t stop Vince. He chuckled and moved on to the other, dragging a louder shout from me.
“Oh, you bastard,” I cursed.
He gave one last lick, then looked up to grin at me, still slowly massaging my cock with one hand. “They seem a bit sensitive today,” he said, using his free hand to roll my balls between his fingers. “Maybe I should do it again.”
“How about you hurry up and get my cock in your ass before I shove you into the mattress and do it for you,” I replied.
Vince laughed and reached for the box of condoms. He picked one out, tore open the foil packet and began to roll the latex down over my shaft. Once done, he squirted a dab of lube on the tip and, with a few long strokes, smothered it down the length of the condom.
I pushed up onto my elbows to watch as Vince discarded his pants in record time and straddled me. He positioned my dick at the entrance to his ass, then rocked his hips gently as the tip penetrated the first tight ring of muscle. With each movement, he worked himself farther down, until the resistance gave and the rest slid easily inside. We groaned in unison, my cock filling his almost unbearably hot hole. His dick stood fully erect, a drop of precum hanging from the end.
Vince rose up until only the head of my cock remained inside, before sinking down and burying me deep inside him once more. He repeated the motion over, the tiny clear drop leaking from his slit swaying with each bob until it came free and landed on my stomach.
I took him in one hand, jerking him off in time with the rhythm of his ass stroking my cock. He planted his hands on either side of my head as his breathing came faster, each exhale accented with a soft moan. I lowered myself down onto my back and bent my legs so I could plant the soles of my feet firmly on the bed. Then I thrust up, driving myself in to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” Vince cried out.
“You okay?”
He nodded. “Mmhmm… do it again. Please, Alex.”
I withdrew slowly before ramming back in. This time, I didn’t wait to repeat the motion. The room filled with the sounds of wet slapping, and louder and louder grunts and moans. The promise of release drew closer, building like floodwater ready to burst through a failing dam. I took hold of Vince by his hips, using my grip on him for more leverage, and the heat that had enveloped my cock seemed to spread throughout the entire room, heavy and suffocating. Sweat trickled past my temples, and my back clung to the bed sheets beneath me.
The pressure continued to grow, culminating at the base of my dick. There was a split second warning when the first drop of the orgasm spilled over, and I started to yell something, a word that barely left my lips before descending into a breathless moan as I was washed away in a tidal wave of hot, sticky pleasure. I clung to Vince, digging my fingernails into the skin of his hips as though he was my only anchor to reality as the flood crashed through me.
Vince continued to fuck himself on my cock, each movement becoming more and more intense as the orgasm ebbed away and left my dick increasingly sensitive. He ignored the unintelligible protests leaving my lips and brought himself to climax with only a few jerks, shooting a string of cum that hit me on the cheek. The next spurt exploded across my chest, and Vince managed one last stroke, the resulting trickle leaking down his shaft before dripping onto my stomach.
He collapsed in a heap on me, leaving my cock to slip from his ass. We each panted to regain our breath for a good minute or so, before Vince summoned the strength to lift up onto his elbows and chuckle. He ducked his head down and licked my cheek.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Friendly fire.”
I burst out laughing and lifted one arm to slap him on the shoulder. “Idiot.”
That was all I could manage before my arm flopped back down onto the bed. I took a deep breath, then let it out in a sigh of contentment. If I could have melted into the bed at that moment, I would have.
“Don’t go getting too comfortable,” Vince said, nodding his head toward my torso. “We still have to get you cleaned up. Unless you plan on sleeping with my cum all over you.”
I snorted and gripped the back of his hair, forcing his head down to my chest. “Why don’t you clean it up yourself?”
Vince made quick work of the mess he made, lapping it up eagerly before moving down to my stomach and doing the same. He crawled back over me and thrust his lips into mine. I opened up, and his tongue entered, bringing with it the salty, bitter taste of his cum. With one hand on the back of his head, I pressed the kiss deeper, our lips grazing against teeth in a desperate flourish. I came away just as out of breath as I had been only minutes before.
Vince rolled off to one side and stared up at the ceiling. “Can’t believe we’ve never done that position before,” he said.
“Me either,” I replied, finally reaching down to remove the condom from my limp cock. I tied it at the end, clambered to my feet, and dragged my exhausted body to the kitchen where I disposed of the rubber in the trashcan.
I turned on the faucet and filled a glass with cold water, which I gulped down in seconds. Then I took a tissue from the box on the counter and used it to wipe down my dick, before heading back into the bedroom. Vince had already climbed under the covers. He opened his eyes and patted the space behind him. I smiled and shuffled under, molding my body against the line of his back.
“Hey, Alex. Thanks for tonight.”
I kissed the back of his neck and wrapped my arm around him. “I should be the one saying that. It was your idea.”
“That’s not what I mean.” He paused, and the room plunged into a momentary silence, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. “I just really want this to work out between us this time. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if we could, but tonight, I really believed we can. I, uh…”
“You what?” I asked, taking hold of his hand. My heart kicked up a gear as I waited for his response.
“I’m just happy, that’s all.”
I exhaled slowly and held him tighter. “Yeah, me too. We should get some rest. Gotta be up early for work in the morning. If you’re lucky, I might even make you breakfast.”
“Night, then,” he replied, shuffling a little before relaxing against me.
I closed my eyes and immediately felt the tempting pull of sleep luring me under. “Night,” I muttered.