Chapter 70
Squatting before him, I placed my lips on the tip of his dick and twirled my tongue around the swollen head. At the slit I licked down, taking his length into my mouth but when I met kinked hair, I pulled back up to the tip again. It was now salty with pre-cum. My hands tugged his briefs lower to expose his balls and, this time, I nibbled down the length, massaging his cock between my lips. My own pants were beginning to chafe. I tongued his balls as I unzipped my jeans and began to work at my own erection.
Suddenly Lee was gone. I heard the crinkle of paper and found myself holding his briefs and pants in one hand. “Up here, professor,” he called from atop the examining table.
I stood to find him lying back across the table, naked from the waist down, legs spread invitingly. Pushing down my pants, I stepped out of them and climbed up to kneel between his legs. “What happened to not here?” I teased as I stretched over him to claim a kiss.
Between us, Lee’s hands grasped both of our erections and brought them together. I thrust into his fist, my dick alongside his, my saliva wetting us both. I liked the heat at my groin, the feel of his hands and cock on me, and I propped myself above him with my elbows on either side of his head for better leverage as we moved together. My hands plunged into his thick black hair, smoothing it from his brow as I kissed him, his mouth and nose and eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead, his chin. The table shook beneath us as he matched my thrusts, both of us fucking his hands as we breathed into each other and kissed whatever bare skin our lips touched. He came first. The shudder of his release and the hot splash of cum on my lower belly was enough to set me off, too.
“Curt,” he sighed, his arms easing around my waist to pull him down on top of him. He kissed my neck, his lips fluttering and damp from my kisses. He whispered my name again like it was the only word he could remember.
Ruffling his hair, I smiled against his temple. “I’ve got a prescription for you, doc,” I murmured. “Do this two or three times a week as needed to relieve stress. I usually only do house calls but for you, I’ll make an exception.” I strummed a hand down his chest and chided, “Since you didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get home—”
“Hey!” Lee laughed. “I was just leaving when you came by.”
“Still…” I frowned down at him sternly. “You really work too damn much.” He tried to protest, but I covered his lips with my hand to silence him, then rubbed my hips into his. We both stiffened again. “I think I’ll have to up your prescription.”
Lee grinned. “Didn’t you mention the hot tub earlier? Steak, wine? I seem to remember something along those lines.”
I thought ahead to a time after dinner, the two of us stretched out on the towel by the hot tub, me on my stomach and Lee above me, the muscles in his arms corded like rope as he held himself up and moved deep inside of me. As if reading my mind, Lee gave me a wink that promised me much more than this quick tryst. “Doctor’s orders,” he said.
Later, when we were both off the table and dressed, Lee asked how I managed to get into the clinic. “Janice helped me,” I admitted, “So don’t get on her case about over-scheduling you this afternoon.”
“Are you kidding?” Lee asked. Catching a belt-loop on my jeans, he reeled me in towards him for a simmering kiss. “I’m going to see if she can work you in again tomorrow.”
THE ENDThe New Client
She walked into my office as if she’d just bought the place. Gorgeous, with a head of blonde curls, soulful eyes, and a pout that made her look hard to please. A mouth like that, you wanted to smile at just to see if it would smile back. I tried, but she didn’t take the bait. “Richard Guy?” she asked. I pushed my chair away from the desk and nodded. “I heard you specialize in missing persons.”
I nodded again. “You heard right.” She untied the belt that cinched her raincoat around her waist, exposing an ample bosom barely restrained by her tight sweater. As she prised a photograph from between her breasts, I warned, “I only find them—what you do after that is your business. And you are…?”
“Tiffany Murphy,” she said, in a tone suggesting I should have known that. The Murphys were old money, one of the first families here in ‘Frisco, among those who came west in search of gold. Tiffany lay the photograph on the desk between us like a blackjack dealer turning cards. A young man smiled up at me—I recognized those dark eyes and roguish curls. “This is Tommy,” Tiffany said. “My twin brother.”
“I noticed.” Everything that made Tiffany a hot dame was there in her brother, and for the first time since she came in, I felt my temperature rise. I admit it—I’ve always had a thing for dick. Fingering the edge of the photograph, I asked, “Who would lose a boy like this?”
With reproach, Tiffany said, “This boyis twenty-three. And we didn’t losehim. Five years ago, we employed a gardener named Geoffrey Goderich. He was a rough man, coarse, unrefined. Common, if you get my drift.” I thought I did. Tiffany continued, “Tommy took to him immediately. I don’t know whathe saw in that man. Followed him around the yard like a puppy, and several times the maids caught them in the arbor in a variety of compromising positions. The amount we paid to keep thatquiet! Father was livid.”
I glanced at the photograph again—so Tommy had a thing for dick too, eh? This case sounded promising. “So what happened?”
Tiffany shrugged, a move that settled her long curls about her shoulders. “Once the landscaping was done,” she said, “we let Geoffrey go and assumed that would be the end of it. Two days later, Tommy was gone, too. No note, no goodbye, nothing.”
“And you haven’t seen him since?” I asked, jotting down the name Goderichon a notepad I kept by the phone. It didn’t ring any bells.