CSI: Revelations
Possibly due to the airline strikes and resulting drop in tourism, it was unexpectedly quiet in the city that never sleeps. Grissom got caught up on paperwork as the rest of the team processed remaining cases. Although odd, it was reassuring that nature and humanity could co-exist with no fatal occurrences. While that would certainly change, it made for a welcome break.
Grissom assembled the team in an impromptu meeting in the ME's autopsy room. Nick, Sara, and Warrick sat on the empty, shiny steel table while the others huddled around.
"First off, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that Jim Brass was cleared of any wrongdoing in the fatal shooting of our infamous Alphabet killer," he announced to brief applause. "In speaking with Catherine, she's ready to come back. She says, and I quote, 'I'm bored to death' and she is eager to return. Several of you have expressed an interest in scheduling the same night off to attend a welcome-back dinner for her. While normally that wouldn't be possible, in light of the recent lack of crime I was able to trade favors with the day shift. We managed to rearrange schedules to allow this. So Warrick, Nick, and Sara have tomorrow night off. Doc, Greg, myself, and Griffin from days will cover the shift."
Gil glanced towards the open doorway as a figure appeared. He smiled and nervously cleared his throat as he recognized Lizzy. "Are there any questions?"
"Are we on call?" Warrick asked.
"No, you are officially off. Feel free to enjoy dinner and whatever follows." Grissom looked directly at Nick with a stern face as he delivered the answer. He was still angry about the incident. "As for tonight, there should be enough to keep us busy. If not, find something. And if you can't find something, I'm sure I can find something for you."
"Where's Doc?" Greg asked.
"He's at UNLV giving a talk about Forensic Medicine," Nick answered. "He couldn't have picked a better time."
Grissom trailed behind the others, who curiously glanced in Lizzy's direction. He stepped up to her, unsure how they should greet. She sensed his apprehension as she leaned forward and lightly kissed his cheek. Lizzy wondered if this was such a good idea after all.
"How was the drive? Did you have much trouble finding the lab?" he asked.
"The drive was pretty," she lied. Lizzy couldn't take notice of the passing scenery or enjoy the city lights because her stomach was tied in knots and doing flips like never before. In her mind she kept hoping things between them would work out, but at the same time saw the approaching pain and misery of heartbreak. She didn't know why she'd let him in the door that first night. It didn't help that he was hopelessly adorable. "Your directions were precise, like you've been here a few times before."
"Just a couple," he said as he smiled and enjoyed her stab at humor. It lightened the tension that hovered like a fog around them. "Thanks for coming. Let me give you the tour that I promised. "
* * * * *
Dr. Robbins was initially nervous as he began the speech. He felt uncomfortable in a suit and preferred hospital greens. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow, trickled from the sideburns, and ran down his neck. Standing behind a podium in a bright spotlight didn't help. His fingers trembled, and the papers that contained his speech vibrated and made reading them difficult at best. But once he got started it all flowed. His nervousness disappeared. The audience was captivated by his experiences and discoveries in forensics. A question and answer session followed, and he addressed them in a friendly and sincere voice.
During his 90 minute informal lecture, his gaze was repeatedly drawn to an exceptionally beautiful young woman in her early twenties. She was one of the few that elected to sit in the first row directly in front of the podium, and he couldn't help but notice her. He never suspected she wanted to be noticed.
Her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair shimmered in the light, as the seat she chose was at the extreme bottom edge of the spotlight. Her narrow face and high cheekbones reminded him of some of the supermodels that graced the pages of women's fashion magazines. The rest of her was equally appealing. She had a sleek, slender form, and was nicely dressed in a tight red pullover top that emphasized what appeared to be gorgeous breasts. The outline of her nipples teased and tempted him to stare. Her golden legs were crossed, and periodically she changed which thigh was crossed over which knee. When she did the very short white skirt shifted position and flashed him a peek of her white lace panties.
Her round blue eyes were dazzling and bright, and repeatedly captivated him. Doc could have gotten lost in her gaze if he allowed himself the privilege. She became so distracting that he made a conscious effort not to look at her, but that quickly made her presence even more evident in his mind. Several times the young woman derailed his train of thought with a simple gesture, and when he paused to recover she smiled as if she knew she'd been the cause for his stumble.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the presentation ended and the last question was answered. Doc packed away a few items he'd brought to display to the audience, and when he was done and started to leave he realized the woman was still sitting there. She finally rose from the chair and walked towards him.
"Impressive speech," she applauded his efforts. That was when the full impact of her beauty hit him. She was entrancing, and he was immediately under her spell. "Let's get a cup of coffee."
"Yeah, uh..." Doc raised his right hand to his head and rubbed his temple, as if he was battling an inner war of good versus evil. When he decided, his fingers caressed his scalp and his arm lowered to his side. "Okay, that sounds great. Do you have a place in mind?"
They walked to his car side by side and he dropped off the bag that contained the medical items. When he offered to drive, she declined.
"It's a beautiful night. Let's walk. It's not that far."
As they crossed the campus they paused several times and admired the star-filled sky. Doc felt like a teenager again. His stomach tightened with nervous fear as he walked with the gorgeous lady that was a fraction of his age. He didn't understand what he was afraid of.
"I've rattled on long enough about myself and my career," he finally stated. "What's your story? I'd really like to know."
"You already know my name," Tiffany commenced. "I'm a West Coast girl and have bounced around several different places since I graduated high school. I enroll in classes from time to time for something to do or to meet new people, but I don't take life very seriously. I work at a job until it bores me, and I drift to another place."
"What drew you to my lecture?" he quizzed his new acquaintance.
"It was more the picture of you on the poster than the topic," she confessed, giggling like an excited teenager instead of a twenty three year old woman. "I'm sorry, I'm acting silly. I don't know why I'm so nervous."
"I am too," he admitted as he held up his hands. "I haven't had sweaty palms in years."
They stopped in the middle of the freshly mowed grass underneath a canopy of stars and laughed at the situation. When the laughter stopped their eyes met. This time Doc made no attempt to avert his gaze from the gorgeous sparkling orbs of white, blue, and black. The hair on his neck stood up as a chill rippled through him. His sweaty palms lifted and embraced her smooth, warm cheeks. Her hands raised and caressed the back of his hands. The bright moon bathed them in heavenly light. Had anyone else seen them, they would have balked at the difference in age and think the romantic moment looked silly.
After getting lost in her gaze for several long moments, Dr. Robbins leaned forward. Their heads tilted slightly and their eyes closed just as their warm lips embraced in a first kiss that rattled their bodies with excitement. Heart rates spiked and breathing quickened. After several gentle kisses, her tongue extended into his mouth. The kissing grew passionate and for several minutes they savored the warm wetness of one another's mouth. Swishing, thrusting muscles explored and entwined. Neither wanted the moment to end.
Doc slowly retreated from her mouth, surprised and astounded by the amazing kiss. "Did you mean for this to happen, or did it just happen?" he whispered, his hands still embracing her soft face.
"I adore older men, and I did everything imaginable to make sure you noticed me in the crowd," she honestly revealed. "After that, I wasn't sure what would happen, if anything. When I suggested we walk, I was hoping it might spark something. I'm glad that it did."
"You're going to break my heart, aren't you?" He had intended it to be a joke, but after he heard his own words and saw his soul reflected in her eyes he realized it wasn't.
"I meet people, I love them, and I drift," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't take anything seriously, and I won't apologize for who I am. You can either hang on for the ride, or let go right now. The decision is yours, but I'd much prefer you hang on."
He knew he should have let go at that moment, but instead he climbed on. He was the moth, she was the flame, and destiny be damned. When their kissing resumed he heard the tell-tale click-clack of a roller coaster being hauled by heavy moving chains to the tallest peak of the ride. He had no idea how low the other side would be.
* * * * *
"And this is the computer lab," Grissom said as he led Lizzy to a computer terminal. "Go ahead, sit down and I'll show you a few things."
Gil reached his arms around her and placed his hands on the keyboard. He leaned his head over her right shoulder and noticed the scent. "You've changed your perfume."
A wide grin appeared on her face that he saw reflected on the monitor. "I was hoping you'd notice. Hey, wait a second, you're wearing cologne."
"I hoped you'd notice," he replied.
The knots in Lizzy's stomach loosened and the tension lifted. She was guarded but hopeful, and felt the looming pain of rejection retreating, if only momentarily.
Grissom logged in and demonstrated the wonder of technology. He showed how to enter names, select databases, and perform selective searches. Gil secretly hoped she was paying attention.
"I'm sorry, I'm being paged," he apologized for the interruption. He reached for his cell phone, flipped it open, and excused himself. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Stay here."
There had been no call. After disappearing through the doorway he guarded it. He didn't know if Lizzy wanted to know or not. He'd let her natural curiosity find, or refuse to seek, the answer.
Realizing she was in front of a powerful tool, she typed in her own name. She followed the link to her mother's name and successive links as well. Tears formed in her eyes. She tried fighting them back but they ran down her cheeks unabated. It didn't take a detective to see that Grissom had led her here for a reason. He returned a few minutes later.
"I'm not my mom," she said in a broken voice. "You don't have to be scared of me."
Gil grabbed the chair she occupied and spun it around. He knelt before her. "You do scare me, but not that way. I wasn't sure if you wanted to know. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't be with you knowing you had no idea," he tried to explain and justify his actions.
Lizzy gestured both her understanding and appreciation, and a meeting of their lips followed. Nick innocently observed from the open doorway, and then stepped back. He was surprised at the very least. He wasn't sure what to do when Grissom and his friend emerged from the room.
"Oh, hey, Nick," Gil greeted with all traces of anger gone.
"Look, I just wanted to personally thank you for calling in favors to make tomorrow night happen."
"I did it for Catherine," he pointed out.
"I know," Nick replied. "I'm not proud of the choice I made, and it won't happen again. Look, it's dead around here. Take off, I'll handle things."
Grissom raised an eyebrow in response to the 'dead around here' remark. "Can you handle it?"
"I think I can," Nick assured him.
Gil gave him an appreciative smile. "You're not off the hook yet."
"I know."
Grissom started to leave, then stopped and turned to face him. "Two?"
Nick's smiling face confirmed it.
"Was it worth it?" Grissom asked.
"Any other time, yes," Nick confirmed. "But damaging the relationship with my highly respected mentor? No."
Grissom smiled as he pointed a finger at Nick. "Oh, you're good."
* * * * *
A small café was next to her apartment building. Doc and Tiffany occupied a small, round, glass-topped table outside next to the sidewalk and sipped on specialty coffee as passers-by noticed her beauty and much older companion. She ignored them.
She reached beneath the table. "Give me your hand."
His look questioned her intentions. She just smiled and licked her lips seductively.
"Come on," she encouraged him.
He glanced around and finally consented. She grasped his hand and extended it between her parted thighs. The skin felt wonderful to his fingers. She inched her chair closer to him and pivoted towards the sidewalk instead of away from it. Her left arm slid around his shoulders and she pulled her body closer to his. Doc's hand moved up and down from the knee to the edge of her skirt and enjoyed her magnificent quivering flesh.
She smiled admiringly at him. "You can go higher."
"Here?" he questioned in shock as cars and pedestrians passed by so closely.
"Here," she confirmed. "You can't stop this ride once it starts."
When his fingers reached the bottom edge of the skirt they pushed it higher and continued moving to her pussy. He swallowed hard as the pads of his fingers pressed against the outline of her lips. They felt wonderfully warm, and a hint of moisture was already present. His penis immediately stirred. Her body shuddered against his, and she softly groaned into his ear. The warmth of her breath on his ear further heightened his excitement. He deftly threaded his fingers under the crotch of her lace panties and touched her bare flesh.
"Isn't it a rush?" she softly whispered. "Everybody's looking at me, wanting me, but you're the one that has me. Tell me that's not exciting."
Doc nervously cleared his throat. "It's...stimulating."
"Open up that stuffed shirt and release your soul." Her lips and tongue kissed and licked on his ear. He was surprised at the incredible sensations it generated, and Doc groaned in delight. After she devoured the lobe her flicking tongue pressed inside the canal.
He closed his eyes and forgot where he was, although the sounds of cars and footsteps reminded him. He pushed a finger between the outer folds of her pussy and explored the moist slit. It grew wet as he fingered her.
"Touch my breast," she requested as she breathed heavily into his ear and moaned in arousal.
Doc couldn't refuse her. He was hard and throbbing, filled with excitement and desire for her gorgeous body. His right hand reached across his body and cupped a glorious mound through the red top. He quickly realized she wasn't wearing a bra, that the swell he fondled was naturally firm and gravity-defying. It was wondrous. His finger pushed into her canal as far as it could reach and began moving in and out. She was quickly wet as her lithe form writhed in the seat. His hand squeezed on the breast, enjoying the soft tissue and swollen nipple that pulsated with excitement.
"I want you," he said as he acknowledged his powerful desire for her.
Tiffany smiled. "I was waiting for that. Come on, my apartment is just a dozen steps away."
Hand in hand she led him to the next building and through a set of glass double doors. They walked down a hallway past several doors until reaching hers. She unlocked the door with trembling fingers and swung it open. She stood beside the threshold as he closed and locked it behind them. They were both breathing heavily and were flushed with excitement. Doc grasped her hands and moved them high above her head, pinning them helplessly against the wall.
"That's no fair, you've been reading my mind," she teased, then purred and grinned. She bent her right leg and eagerly rubbed her bare thigh against his left outer leg. Tiffany wanted him badly and loved the style in which he was taking her.
He moved her wrists together and kept them pinned with one hand, releasing the other to enjoy her body. He anxiously tugged the tight red top up to the neck and admired the beautiful breasts. The round swells were all natural. He delicately cupped one and they both groaned as he savored the silky warmth of her flesh. His penis restlessly stirred and hardened after its brief lull during the walk to her apartment. Her nipples easily doubled in size and pulsated with desire. He gently pinched and twisted on the rubber-like, diamond-hard nub.
Doc leaned down and devoured the other breast with his mouth. She gasped aloud and shuddered in delight as saliva bathed her creamy flesh and nipple. A groan caught in her throat and her body flinched as his actions triggered a sudden jolt of joy. It left her center and rippled throughout her body, with smaller aftershocks following. Her body released a squirt of essence as the warmth in her loins grew hot with passion. Tiffany moved her thighs together, alternately flexing and releasing the muscles and placing delightful stimulation on her pussy. Doc would have none of that and pressed his right knee between her legs, stopping her.
"You are so cruel," she whispered as he denied her the self-pleasuring act.
"You picked up the wrong guy this time. You're going to be begging for my cock long before I really get started," he simultaneously warned and promised her.
"No, for once I think I found Mr. Right," she countered.
He leaned his head back and looked at her incredible, heaving breasts. They were stunning, and one glistened with saliva from his efforts. His mouth descended to the other and gave it equal treatment as her groaning and twitching grew louder and harder. Her back arched and she pressed herself harder against him, moving a shoulder forward in an effort to fill his mouth with her aching tissue. A persistent throbbing developed between her legs as her pussy announced its need to be stimulated. Her hands tested his resolve to keep her pinned and was further aroused as she verified her complete and utter helplessness. It added fuel to the tingling warmth and an intense wave of pleasure was released. It almost felt like she was peeing in her panties as her body stiffened and vibrated. The smell that wafted upward seconds later confirmed it wasn't urine but rather essence that now soaked her panties.
When he'd filled his need for her breasts, Doc pushed the red top up over her head and up her arms. He suspected she might challenge him for the fun of it, and wasn't wrong. It was a tricky move but he released her wrists and simultaneously tied the top around her wrists to secure them. Tiffany fought him and they dropped to their knees on the floor in a brief wrestling match that either Doc won outright or she had conceded to. Regardless, her wrists were tightly bound behind her back. He helped her up and led her to the bed, tossing her down on the mattress.
"What's next?" she asked as she flashed him a smoldering look of desperate desire.
Tiffany didn't have to wait long for an answer. Doc kneeled on the bed and pushed her thighs apart. She playfully resisted as she played the role of an unwilling victim. He did the same as her captor and treated her roughly and with contempt. She made him earn his way between her thighs and when they parted her fighting stopped. She lay back on the bed as he pushed up the bottom of her shirt white skirt and admired the view of her panty-clad crotch. He saw the signs of her significant arousal as it stained the white lace and smeared along the edges.
"Are you going to be a good girl, or will you keep fighting me?"
"Fuck you!" she exclaimed in feigned defiance.
He rolled Tiffany over onto her right side and pulled down the back of the panties enough to expose her left ass cheek. It was firm and beautifully rounded.
"Stop me when you're more agreeable," Doc instructed.
His cupped hand roughly slapped the exposed cheek with a loud smack. Tiffany flinched and gasped as a brief stinging jolt was felt. Another tiny stream of creamy essence squirted in response to the erotically charged moment. His hand struck several more times in quick succession, leaving red finger marks on her smooth ass. The stinging pain increased in intensity and her abused flesh burned in protest. She loved it. Her loins were ablaze with fiery warmth of desire, and tingling embraced her flesh. Tears rimmed her eyes as the stinging got worse. Another spank followed her continued silence, broke the threshold of pleasure, and advanced into real pain.
"Okay, I'll be good," she promised.
He rolled her over onto her back. She winced in discomfort as the sore cheek contacted the bed. But Tiffany wouldn't have it any other way. Doc settled onto his belly between her quivering thighs and teasingly licked and kissed a path from the left knee and up the inner thigh to the very edge of her crotch. His mouth retreated, and did the same to her other thigh. And as her rocking, twitching body suffered in sexual torture her moans filled the room and reverberated off the walls.
"Please, I need you," her breathless voice weakly pleaded as her wrists pulled on the fabric that effectively retained its hold. Her arms tired from the vain effort as her desire mounted. Her breasts and pussy ached for the stimulation he continued to deny her. The fire in her lower belly still flared, and juices soaked her pink folds and canal in hopeful anticipation.
"I said you'd be begging for it long before it was given," he pointed out.
"Spank my other cheek," she requested as she rolled over onto her left side. "At least do that for me."
Doc pulled down the back of her panties. Then, on second thought, pulled them down her sleek, slender legs and removed them completely. The lace clung to her pussy lips, glued in place by waves of leaking and drying wetness. He gently tugged and they relinquished their hold, revealing the remainder of her gorgeous body to him. Instead of spanking her in place he sat on the edge of the bed and roughly pulled her to him, positioning her over her lap. The left cheek was still red and sore, and at her request it would be joined by the other.
Before striking, his palms and fingers lovingly caressed and squeezed on both sides. Tiffany softly groaned and occasionally gasped as his fingers moved across and pinched on the sore left cheek. She held her bounds wrists against her lower back, keeping them out of the way. He watched, amused, as she intermittently struggled against the bindings and was glad he'd done such a good job. He moved a finger between her legs and rubbed her leaking folds of pink. Tiffany moaned loudly in relief as the long-awaited stimulation was provided and writhed against his lap.
Her essence coated his probing finger, desperate for more. She was hopeful the agony was over as his fingers pushed the lips apart and exposed the juicy canyon. His erect cock throbbed against her lower belly, teasing her with its hardness. She wanted him so badly to slide his it inside of her. But all he did was admire the enlarged hooded clit and oozing orifice. Then his fingers receded, and her heart sank like a thirsting man finding the promise of water was only a mirage.
The sharp, stinging spank caught her off-guard and surprised Tiffany. She gasped and flinched from the blow. She was expecting another but his hands kneaded and fondled both cheeks again, delaying the punishment she requested and leaving her physical need unmet. The second spank was just as unexpected, and the third that struck without hesitation. She winced and took it, aroused by the submissive position he placed her in and the brief stinging jolts.
Doc smiled as he returned to fondling her incredible ass. He savored the privilege of touching, rubbing, and spanking it. He slapped again, harder than before, leaving red finger imprints on the angry skin. The pain was sharper and she softly cried out. He again caressed the cheeks, pushing them apart and exposing her puckered rectum. A finger dipped between her pussy lips and gathered wetness, which he then rubbed on and around the anus, leaving her wondering what next to expect. The contact of his finger on the puckered opening sent chills through her body. His finger returned to her juicy folds, captured more wetness, and returned to her anus. It rubbed around the orifice like a buzzard circling its prey. Her breathing and heart rate spiked. Tiffany found the unusual touching surprisingly erotic. Her moans and vibrating movements announced her delight.
He resumed the spanking she wanted. He slapped the left cheek sharply several times, pausing just long enough to give her an opportunity to concede. When the supple skin was burning and sore, her voice stopped him from continuing...and begged to be fucked.
Doc moved her back onto the bed. As she helplessly watched, he shed his clothing. Her eyes fixated on the sight of his steel-hard penis. The tip glistened; a milky drop of cum oozed from the tiny elongated opening. Tiffany's mouth watered and her body shuddered with anticipation.
He returned to the side of the bed and moved her onto him. She straddled his lap facing away, thinking that finally the moment had arrived. But Doc still had more in store. He was going to take this ride to the limit.
Tiffany's frustration and sexual misery continued as she felt his pulsating penis pressing length-wise against her pussy lips. She looked down and saw the single eye looking back up. She wanted him inside of her but he just pressed upon her sex, unmoving, and eagerly throbbed. Her flowing essence dripped from the folds and smeared on him. The fire in her loins raged like an inferno. The sexual teasing was taking its toll on her over-stimulated flesh. When she tried to mount him, his hands wrapped around her chest and pinned her into position.
"Please, fuck me," she pleaded. "You're driving me insane! Fuck me now!"
"Shhh," he whispered into an ear. "Soon, very soon, but not quite yet. You did quite a bit of your own teasing earlier this evening, if you recall."
His arms relinquished their hold and his hands filed with her silky soft breasts. He caressed the firm swells and taunted the sore, aching nipples. Her moaning resumed, voice weak and tinged with the severe frustration she felt. His mouth moved to an ear but she dodged him, denying him the pleasure he sought. His fingers pinched and twisted the hardened nipples increasingly harder, and when the stinging pain was too much she reluctantly leaned back and gave him her ear. The sacrifice stopped the abuse. His mouth, tongue, teeth, and hot breath enveloped the cartilage and canal. Her groaning grew louder than ever as wetness dripped from her onto him.
His balls were overfilled with seed and his own needs were deprived by the teasing as well. But before he erupted inside of her, he wanted to taste her and have her taste him. He picked her up and placed her on the center of bed on one side. He moved into a sixty-nine position alongside of her. She willingly shifted one leg up as his face moved to her crotch. He positioned himself so his penis was rubbing against the lips of her mouth, which opened. Her head bobbed back and forth as she anxiously licked and sucked on the wet round tip. Powerful waves of tingling pleasure embraced them both as his lips and tongue eagerly devoured her gorgeous pink pussy.
With her excitement heightened by the torturous teasing, it wasn't long before she was on the verge of climax. He slid two fingers inside the snug canal and quickly finger-fucked her. At the same time he licked on the cute little clitoris that eagerly peeked from behind the wall of tissue. Her body shuddered as the release she so desperately needed approached...and again was denied as he moved away.
"Oh no, no, please don't, not again," she begged him to show mercy.
Finally, even Doc's passion became too intense to deny. He guided her onto his lap, facing him this time. He wanted to see the look in those incredible eyes as he pushed into her juicy canal. He didn't have to wait long. She gently lowered herself on top of his head. It felt wonderful as he speared between the outer folds, shifted a few times, and pressed upon the orifice. She moaned in pleasure as her walls reluctantly parted and he slid inside. They shared a deep gaze. As he watched and pushed inside, her eyes narrowed and filled with tears of joyous relief. Her gyrating hips pressed down as he pushed up, forcing the canal walls apart and slowly thrusting deeper. It was exactly what she needed.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she repeated as her naked form bounced up and down on his lap.
His cock filled her center with the one thing that had been lacking and she'd endured so much to have. The tingling fire in her loins grew more intense. The tingling reached out like tiny fingers, branching out to all parts of her body. The climax denied so many times warily approached again. Her hips shook back and forth as her canal tightened and fluttered against his driving cock. The vibration tugged on her clit and was amplified, sending intense jolts of ecstasy through her flesh.
"Ah!" she exclaimed just as her body stiffened. Her voice fell silent, as if some heavenly being stopped time.
A second later, Tiffany's body wildly thrashed on his lap in climax as she cried out in delight. The pleasure was unbelievable. She felt repeated squirting of essence as he drove upwards into her flexing canal. Fresh wetness ringed his penis. Doc hung onto her flailing form as beads of perspiration rolled down her shimmering skin. It seemed to go on and on, exhausting her twitching muscles and stealing the breath from her lungs.
Finally it became too much for Doc. The canal walls that anxiously milked him for seed won the battle as they narrowed and vibrated around his head and shaft. The semen started rising, and moved quickly. His penis grew larger still as the head became super-sensitized. The movement of wet flesh upon wet flesh delivered tingling jolts of delight throughout his body. He grunted as the sensations became stronger with each stroke. Her pussy teased the tip of his cock and bathed it in juicy warmth. He pushed completely inside of her and struggled to go deeper, stretching the skin that painfully pulled on the head. He grunted aloud as a stream of semen was ejaculated. His cock pulled partially out and rammed deeply inside a second time, and again a stream of hot cum was planted. And twice more still, until finally his aching balls had drained their contents.
They hugged and kissed. The sounds of heavy breathing could be heard as they struggled to regain lost breath. Their skin leaked sweat and emanated heat as mouths embraced and hands caressed. Minutes ticked by until they leaned over and collapsed into a heap on the bed.
"That was the best ever," she confessed in an amazed voice.
"You're gorgeous and wonderful," he raved about her. He loved the energy and beauty of youth. "Is that the end of the ride?"
She pounced on top of him and looked into his eyes with a mischievous grin on her face. "We're not even halfway."
* * * * *
"La Chateau?" Warrick questioned as Catherine told him where to turn. "Isn't this...?"
"I won't let this place scare me," Catherine explained. "I have to do this tonight and put it behind me. I refuse to let it haunt me."
As he looked for a place to park they saw Nick and Sara standing together near the entrance. She waved and decided they looked good together.
They were seated at a table set off in one corner, away from the other patrons. The room was lit by flickering candles. The soft glow was peaceful and romantic. They started with a bottle of wine, and sipped at it as they perused their choices. Once their faces were hidden behind the menus, Warrick and Catherine's eyes met. They smiled warmly at one another. They reached a hand under the table and their hands clasped, fingers intertwined. He made the first move and leaned over, kissing those soft, sultry lips.
When they lowered their menus, Sara saw the look in their eyes. A puzzled expression appeared as she tried to confirm her suspicions. "Are you two an item now?"
"We are," Catherine admitted as she gushed with emotion. "I guess we work at the wrong place to try and keep anything secret."
"What?" Nick asked, confused and feeling left out. His mind was still on the two women he'd enjoyed a couple weeks earlier. He liked thinking of his best score yet.
Sara rolled her eyes in Nick's direction and shook her head. "Any woman can interpret that look in your eyes. As for the guys, well, I rest my case." Sara and Catherine shared a brief chuckle.
Dinner was delicious and filling, during which they recounted their personal experiences.
"He swept me off my feet," Catherine admitted. "He was rich, handsome, and dashing...what can I say? By the time we were finished eating, I already knew I was going home with him. From that point it's all a blur. Then I woke up in the hospital and saw this guy sitting at my side. It was an incredibly romantic gesture, by the way."
Warrick kissed her mouth again. Initially Catherine hesitated, but realized the cat was already out of the bag so there wasn't any harm in it. Their lips lingered, and for a few seconds their wet, darting tongues entwined.
Nick looked stunned. "You two are going out together?"
As Catherine moistened her lips with a sip of wine, she felt a twinge of guilt for not being completely honest with her friends. But what she left out was personal. Sitting beside him in the car, his hand reaching up and grasping the back of her neck, forcing her mouth to his crotch; it both frightened and aroused her. She was so nervous when her fingers loosened his pants and released his fully erect penis. When the moist round tip moved into her mouth she relaxed, because that was one thing she was very good at. A few moments later he warned her to swallow all of his cum in a stern and commanding tone that again both scared and excited her. She sucked harder and faster as he drove the car and grunted in pleasure as a result of her efforts. When he ejaculated her mouth devoured the streaming seed, and swallowed as more was released. When he was finished she vividly recalled stroking his shaft and sucking the last drop that could be squeezed from him. She made she he was clean before tucking him back inside his pants. She knew it wasn't possible, but she could still smell and taste him.
They were halfway through the third bottle of wine and they were all feeling tipsy. Suddenly the conversation shifted to topics of a more personal nature as they relaxed and enjoyed the rare time together.
"What's this rumor I heard about you sleeping with two women at the same time?" Sara inquired as she looked at Nick.
A smug smile appeared on his face as he raised his hands and flashed his palms. "There was very little sleeping involved, believe me. And I satisfied them both several times."
Sara's friendly smile turned seductive. Her inquisitive eyes softened and narrowed as she gave him a steamy look. The shrimp she was preparing to eat was lifted to her lips. She teasingly rubbed it against her luscious lips and caressed it with the tip of her tongue in. "Really?"
"Would you like me to prove it?" he offered in a soft, sexy voice.
"I think we've had enough to drink," Catherine announced as she observed Nick and Sara's obvious, sexually charged exchange. She caught the eye of a passing waiter and asked "Can we have our check, please?"
"What happened to your boyfriend?" Nick asked Sara as the exchange continued.
"That was a temporary thing," Sara assured him. "He was working on a project, and when he finished he returned to New York. It died a natural death. I saw no need to revive it."
She glanced down long enough to pick up another shrimp. Her eyes looked into his and they both leaned closer together. She rubbed the shrimp against his lips. When they opened she pushed it into his mouth along with two fingers. He kissed and nibbled the tips for the several seconds she kept them inside his mouth.
"I've had the least to drink, so I'll do the driving," Catherine said as she looked at Nick and Sara's sudden attraction and rolled her eyes. Warrick helplessly shook his head and smiled at his new woman. "Are you two coming?"
"Probably later, and hopefully together," Nick joked.
Catherine could clearly see the maturity level of the conversation was rapidly descending. She sighed heavily and roused the pair from their seats. "Let's resume this at my place. You can crash there for the night. I'll bring you back in the morning to get the SUV."
Nick and Sara walked to Catherine's SUV arm in arm, trading kisses all the way. Catherine sat behind the wheel as Warrick occupied the passenger seat.
"Are you sure?" Warrick asked out of concern.
"Keep those two under control and I'll be fine," Catherine replied.
Warrick glanced into the back seat and watched as Nick and Sara deeply tongue kissed. "I don't think they'll be talking much."
With their tongues entwined, the trip to Catherine's home was quicker than they remembered.
"We're drunk," Sara said as she broke their incessant kissing.
"I don't mind," Nick replied as his mouth tried to find hers again. She dodged him.
"No, Nick, I'm drunk," Sara repeated in an emotional plea as she moved away from him. "Where is this going?"
Nick felt his hardened penis throbbing in his slacks and thought of nothing else but her tight canal embracing it. "Don't worry. Just enjoy the moment."
Sara pushed him away as Warrick and Catherine observed the spat from the front seat. "No, this has to mean something."
Nick smiled and returned his mouth to hers. Sara gave in.
"We're home, kids," Catherine announced as she pulled into the driveway. Both she and Warrick glanced into the back seat and saw Nick and Sara hugging and kissing like two horny teens deprived of stimulation for way too long. "Let's take this inside."
Once inside Catherine turned on the radio to a mellow station and offered up drinks. Everyone accepted and they occupied two couches. Nick and Sara both started off being good and the foursome engaged in casual conversation. But slowly Sara began flashing Nick sidelong glances and giggling like a fifteen year old girl in heat. Nick sank to her level and giggled back. Catherine looked over at Warrick.
"What?" Warrick questioned. "I think it's cute and you're jealous. Come over here, gorgeous."
Warrick sank into the full length of the couch and pulled Catherine on top of him. Their mouths found one another and pressed tightly together. His tongue thrust deeply inside her sweet, hot mouth. It made wide sweeping motions as he thoroughly explored it. Hers awakened and challenged his, instigating a skirmish of entwining muscles that quickly aroused them both.
They hadn't done anything more than kiss since their mutual confessions about secretly harboring feelings for one another. They were both excited and nervous as the new relationship flirted with the established boundary and expanded into new territory. As his left arm embraced her waist, his right hand moved up and cupped a breast. He squeezed the soft mound through her clothing and felt the nipple growing in response. He curiously rubbed on the hard nub with his thumb, eliciting the sweet sound of her moans.
Nick and Sara weren't taking things quite so slowly. Fueled by excitement and intoxication and a pedal-to-the-metal mentality, Sara lifted her arms and invited Nick to remove her top. He was more than happy to oblige. Once off, she playfully pushed him back. As he smiled up at her she reached her hands around, popped the snap of her bra apart, and slid it off her shoulders. He finally looked at the bare, supple mounds and erect nipples admiringly. For Sara, the smile in his eyes was reassuring confirmation of her fragile beauty. Touched, emotional tears rimmed her eyes.
Nick reached up, grasped her upper arms, and gently pulled her down. In a fit of passion her hands ripped his button-up shirt open and pressed her heaving breasts against him. Her mouth kissed his neck and slowly descended, kissing and caressing his broad chest. Her mouth lingered at his nipples. She giggled as her teeth bit on the saliva-soaked nubs, listening as he gasped from the jolts of stinging pain.
"Two can play that game!" Nick decided as he lifted her off him and moved a breast to his mouth.
"No!" Sara loudly shrieked in laughter.
At first Nick licked and sucked on the swollen pink tip. Sara's eyes fluttered and closed as she found it appealing. It sparked tingling warmth in her loins and her braced body relaxed. After she'd let down her guard Nick's teeth bit and pulled on the nipple. Sara gasped and moaned simultaneously as a stinging twinge of pain assaulted her. But instead of recoiling, her hands wrapped around his head and pulled his mouth closer to her breast as her back arched in delight. He kept abusing the nipple and alternately licked and sucked on it to her obvious pleasure. Just when she thought he might be finished, his mouth repeated the treatment on her other nipple. She moaned aloud as tingling delight rippled through her form and moistened her pussy with essence.
After both nubs were wet with saliva and thoroughly sore, Nick's mouth retreated. He placed Sara on her right side between himself and the back of the couch. His hands reached down and fumbled with the front of her dress slacks.
He admitted in a breathless whisper "I've been wanting to get inside your pants since we met."
"Tell me this will be meaningful, not just a roll in the hay," Sara repeated her earlier request. "I don't want to be just another conquest."
"Hey, come on," Nick responded as he dodged the ball a second time. "There's nothing wrong with a roll in the hay."
"Nick!" she complained as her slacks loosened and his hand reached inside.
His timely maneuver stopped her emotional pleas. Sara's body stiffened as a surge of powerful delight jolted her. Nick's thumb sifted through her pubic curls as his fingers rubbed on and between the moist outer lips. Essence smeared on his probing fingers and made them slick. When he touched her enlarged clit Sara moaned and clutched his body harder.
On the other couch Catherine softly laughed. She was nervous being intimate with Warrick to begin with, and the close proximity of another couple exacerbated the situation. "Can we go to bed?"
"I'm great right where I am," he decided, keeping his yearning for exhibitionism secret. "They're not even aware we're here. Just keep things quiet. It'll be fun."
Despite her misgivings she began unbuttoning his dress shirt. After each button opened, her fingers separated the fabric and she kissed the freshly exposed skin. She shifted down and continued the process. After the last button was loose she pulled the shirt tails from inside of his slacks and pushed the shirt open. She felt a twinge of excitement as she laid her eyes on his perfect muscled chest. She placed the right side of her faced on his stomach and ran her hands over his chest, living out one of her many fantasies. She adored his chest. Catherine literally purred like a kitten.
After indulging herself in the simple pleasure for several moments, she moved down his body. She loosened his pants and prepared to enjoy another fantasy as her fingers reached inside and guided his erect penis through the opening. They both moaned as his cock eased between her lips and moved to the back of her throat. As it did, Nick was sliding Sara's slacks and panties down her sleek legs.
"What's Catherine and Warrick doing?" Sara asked with a grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
Nick sat up long enough to remove the clothing bunched up around her ankles. As he did he glanced at his co-workers and briefly observed Catherine's efforts.
"Well?"
"She's blowing him," Nick responded with a wide grin. "He's leaning back and enjoying it."
"Is he big?" Sara continued the questioning.
"Either he's average size or Catherine just moved a few notches up my scale," he said with an impressed look on his face.
"Really? Catherine?" Sara whispered in surprise. Sara knew he was bigger than average, but wasn't aware of her friend's oral skills. "Lay on your back so I can see."
Nick did and she peered over his chest. She watched in disbelief as Catherine's mouth moved up the shaft and teasingly licked the head. He was definitely big. And Catherine was most definitely talented. The point was proven when Sara watched her mouth descend. All of his cock was devoured. She was both impressed and jealous. The claws came out, but quickly retracted.
"You don't get that good without a lot of practice," Sara whispered to Nick in amazement. She knew firsthand that getting a man past the throat was very difficult at best, and Catherine seemed to do it effortlessly.
Nick sensed the evening was slipping away. His hand returned to her pussy and stroked the still-moist lips. Sara leaned back and quickly returned to the routine abandoned by her idle curiosity. Her belly warmed and tingled, and her nectar commenced flowing. Her hands reached for his pants and opened them. His own fingers eagerly unleashed his blood-engorged stem. Her soft hands embraced his cock.
* * * * *
"It's been a great two days," Lizzy remarked as they waited for the next eruption at the Mirage hotel and casino. "I was so scared on the way here. I wasn't sure how I'd be received."
"Look, about your mom..." Grissom started.
"I'm over it. Thanks...I think. I just hope I'm not irreparably damaged by learning she left me to kill men. That has a tendency to undermine a person's self esteem."
Grissom smiled and kissed her mouth as they leaned against a stone wall. "You're perfect. I don't deserve you. But I'm glad you're here."
"Are you?"
The whole scene seemed weird. He was with a young woman in public. He saw the questioning stares of others. He was reluctant to show emotion in front of strangers but sensed she needed that reaffirmation.
His arms hesitantly embraced her. His mouth kissed hers as a lover, not a doting father. Their tongues pushed into the other's mouth and savored its sweet warmth.
"Thanks," she remarked after the kiss.
Grissom's squawking cell phone interrupted the moment. The only way he agreed to leave the lab was on a leash.
"Grissom."
He listened for several moments.
"We knew it wouldn't last. On my way."
Lizzy was disappointed. "Couldn't you have turned it off?"
Gil smiled. "No."
"I think I'll drive back home," she informed him. "Can't keep my insects waiting too long. Where does that leave us?"
He escorted her back to his SUV and considered her question. He didn't have a good answer, and realized it was unfair to keep stringing her along. It had been a wonderful distraction lying in bed by day, enjoying her youth and vigor, and spending the nights at the lab with her in his presence. It was a habit he could easily get used to.
"I don't have a good answer right now," he confessed.
She nodded her head in understanding. "Thanks for a wonderful two days. The memory will keep me company at night. You're welcome to drop in any time."
They kissed and hugged. Afterwards, he helped her into the SUV and dropped her off at her car parked at the lab. Looks were exchanged but little else. Neither wanted the relationship to end nor to take new form. It was comfortable.
* * * * *
It was a grisly scene. Pools of coagulating blood began to dry in the alley. A shockingly beautiful young woman lay on the concrete, half stripped of clothing and lifeless. A monster had taken her young life. There were a dozen or more stab wounds to the chest, indicative of a crime of passion. This one had been personal. The knife was nowhere to be found, and neither was a purse or identification.
Gil had seen it dozens of times before. This one saddened his heart more than the others. Maybe his relationship with Lizzy was softening him.
"This is my crime scene!" Grissom exclaimed to an intruding rookie uniformed officer who immediately backed away.
He processed the scene with delicate efficiency. He noticed defense wounds to her hands as he lifted her prints. He carefully scraped trace evidence trapped beneath her fingernails. She fought hard for her life before losing it and he silently hoped there was enough evidence present to nail the bastard that did this to her. Grissom peeled away the backing of clear tape and collected tiny fragments from her skin and clothing.
His mind was on Lizzy as he worked. He wasn't sure what the future held in store for them. He knew he should let her go and find someone more appropriate, but she clung to him. And he admittedly clung to her.
He carefully moved her skirt and noticed the absence of panties. He immediately suspected rape and swabbed her vagina. Semen was present. If the bastard was in the database, Grissom knew they'd find him.
* * * * *
Grissom turned in the semen and other trace evidence for testing and walked to the ME's lab. A puzzled expression appeared on his face as he saw a body on the table with the sheet pulled back just enough to see the face. Doc was looking at her like he knew her.
"Doc, are you okay?" Gil asked in a concerned tone.
"I was with this woman last night," he reported. "You'll probably find my DNA. She was killed at approximately 8:00 a.m. We left her apartment about 7:00 this morning together and parted ways. She said she going to the store."
"Was she a friend?" he asked.
"Acquaintance," Doc replied. "We met after the lecture for a cup of coffee, and..."
"I understand. What was she wearing when she left?"
"What she has on now," he indicated. "She told me she needed to run to the store and was going to bathe and get ready to go to work when she got back."
"I don't think she made it," Grissom commented.
"I'll remove myself from this case," he offered.
"We're short-handed," Grissom said with an irritated sigh. "I let this happen but I never anticipated...do you feel you can handle this?"
"I want the bastard off the street more than you can imagine," Doc answered with a stern look on his face.
"Then walk me through the crime."
Doc removed the white sheet that covered her still body. He gently touched her forehead and silently told her goodbye. He felt an emptiness in his heavy heart. Gil was respectful of Doc's need for a few moments and patiently waited until he was ready. Doc cleared his throat and began.
"I see slight bruising around the neck. The marks are broad and undefined, indicative of a large area of pressure such as an arm. There are no signs of strangulation.
"There are twelve penetrations to the right and centers quadrants of the chest with what appears to be a large knife," Doc continued. "The cuts are narrow and appear to be more similar to a kitchen knife than the wider hunting knife. Based on the angle of entry I'd say the killer is right-handed."
"He held his left arm around her neck from behind and stabbed her," Grissom surmised.
"I'd say that's likely," Dr. Robbins agreed.
Grissom noticed slight bruising around her wrists. "Ligature marks?"
"Yes, but possibly unrelated to the murder."
The comment raised Gil's eyebrow. He assured his ME "I don't judge, I investigate."
Doc dropped his gaze, considered the options, and interpreted Grissom's tone of voice. He detested making his private life public, but knew she deserved justice.
"We engaged in mild consensual bondage," Doc confirmed. "I don't think the bruising indicates any additional ligature."
The embarrassed look on Gil's face expressed the apology he didn't verbalize. "Do you have any possible motive?"
"Based on the depth and number of wounds, I'd have to say the killer knows his victim and was very passionate about the crime."
"Or the killer knows you," Grissom introduced another possibility. "I'm going to need to know about any other recent relationships."
Doc's head dropped and moved from side to side. Welcome to hell on earth, he thought. But the ride was still plunging down the track and had a long way to go.