Smut warning
Patrick's POV
I sighed to myself as I tried to piece everything together while sitting on Jem's living room floor.
Case files, witness testimonies, suspect pictures littered the floor in no particular order.
A body was found early yesterday morning and the very small case file was lying on my desk when I came in. Despite an autopsy already being done, all we had on the man was his cause of death; a single gunshot wound to the head.
His teeth had been filed down seemingly years ago and his finger prints were burned off along with them leaving us with no way to identify him. We had put out word that a body was found but even after 10 people came in hopes of putting a name to our face but our John Doe remained nameless.
I groaned to myself as balled up a paper at random before throwing it across the room.
Charlie, who has been 'helping' me through all of this, jumped off the couch to chase after the ball. His tail never stopped wagging as he came back to me and placed the paper in my lap.
I can't help but smile as I scratch him behind the ears.
"I don't suppose you know who this guy is," I asked rhetorically. His ears flopped when he cocked his head to the side before jumping back on the couch. "Yea I didn't think so."
I ran a hand over my face as Jem stepped out of the laundry room. He had been in there since I got home a while ago but when I asked Devon about it, he shrugged me off and said not to worry about it. I assumed that meant it was something that a cop wouldn't approve of and left it at that.
"What on earth happened in here," he teased as he flopped down on the couch beside Charlie.
"Frustration and disappointment happened in here," I sighed. My eyes were all but burning. I could quote every word on these papers by heart at this point but that didn't stop me from scanning over them again.
I was about to reach for a paper again my arms wrapped around my hips and I was suddenly lifted up.
A frown covered my face before I was settled on Jem's lap.
"I'm sure I can take your mind off of it if you'll let me," he teased. His lips trailed down the back of my neck. His tongue lapped at the base before letting his teeth nip my skin gently. "Will you let me?"
I nod without meaning to, my mind still stuck on the case I couldn't figure out.
I could feel Jem's smirk grow as he lifts my shirt over my head.
His hands traced around my body. His lips sucked the base of my neck before moving higher to nibble on my ear.
His fingers were callused and rough to the touch as he glided them up my chest. My breath faltered when they began circling my nipple. It was nothing more than a tease but it was enough to make me let out breathy moan.
I'd never been touched there before. Mary never touched me like Jem and the fact that I had been missing out on this our entire marriage made me a bit bitter.
"I've been waiting to see how you react to this since I first met you," he whispered as pulled my lobe between his teeth and began nibbling on it.
His fingers slid over the buds quickly. The small motion was enough to make my back arch and a whine leave my lips before I could stop it. Jem's smirk widened in response as one hand slid down my chest and cupping my clothed dick while the other moved to my throat.
His grip was harsh and made it hard to breathe. The action was small but it made panic well up in my chest.
My hand reached up to Jem's on my throat to pull it away and he surprisingly let me. His hand hung in the air while the smirk that had formed around my ear slipped away.
"Don't like that," his question was muffled by my skin. I barely have time to shake my head before his arms are wrapped around my waist and I'm being picked up.
He doesn't say a word as he carries me down the hall and into his bedroom, kicking the door closed once we were inside.
I expect him to just drop me on the bed but he remains gentle as he places me on the bed and straddles my hips.
His smirk was back. His eyes studied my chest carefully while his hands barely grazed my sides.
"What do you like then," he asked, his voice low and raspy. "Praise? Pain? Humiliation?" His head dips down. I feel his tongue trail up from my stomach to my chest. His lips pepper light kiss before sucking the skin into his mouth, leaving marks before moving on to the next desired spot. "I don't think I heard an answer," he mumbled before backing away.
"I don't know," I said honestly but his small action was enough to have my chest heaving and my dick wanting more attention.
I expect Jem to frown at the answer but he only smiles down at me as he brushed hair out of my face.
"Don't worry, I'll fix that for you," was all he said as his head dipped again.
His tongue traced the outside of nipple. I moaned at the feeling but the sound was caught in my throat when his hips covered mine and began moving.
"That's it," he soothed, his hips never stopping the gentle motion. "Be a good boy for me and let me hear you."
My dick throbbed at his words as a blush covered my face but Jem didn't get the chance to see it before he was taking the teased nipple into his mouth.
My hips bucked into Jem's causing him to let out a low moan of his own, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't one of the most attractive sound I'd ever heard.
His teeth grazed the bud before softly biting it and pulling back. My chest followed as a pained gasp left my mouth. Jem chuckled before letting go, letting his tongue trail down my stomach, only stopping when my jeans wouldn't let him go any farther.
"Edging," he said as he looked up at me with a smirk. "Have you heard of it before?" I only shake my head, not trusting my voice to not betray me and moan mid sentence.
His fingers unbutton my pants teasingly slow before slowly pushing them down to my ankles.
A new blush rushes through me as I fight the urge to push him away and cover up.
His fingers play with the waistband of my boxers as he continues to scan my body. A look I can only describe as hunger flashes across his features each time his eyes land on a mark he made.
"May I?" His fingers lifted the material but didn't allow it to go anywhere else. I don't bother answering and just left my hips. He doesn't seem to need anything else as he slides the last layer past my thighs, leaving me completely bare.
He doesn't give me a chance to become even redder; instead he comes to wrap his hand around my dick, his lips attaching themselves to the skin right above my length.
His hand moves at slow pace while he nips and sucks my skin gently.
My hips buck to meet his strokes as he speeds up. Moan after moan escapes me.
His free hand teases my tip, circling it just hard enough to make my want to scream.
The hand on my tip slides up my chest before lightly rubbing the hard bud. His hand speeds up while his nips become harsher and begin leaving marks.
The assault on my nipples only grew. The light and gentle touches were replaced with pinches and tugs.
My legs began to shake while my toes curl. He had barely done anything but I already wanted to cum so bad.
"Edging," he said as he slowed his pace and the hand playing with my nipples disappeared, "is when you tease until you are just about to cum and right before you get to that point, you stop. It can go on for hours or even weeks if done correctly. Leaving you wanting it so bad you'll do nearly anything to get your release."
I suddenly didn't like the look in his eye.
"Please don't," I whined as I tried to buck my hips but they barely moved before he was removing his hand all together.
The only thing touching me was his thighs that still straddled mine.
"Are you sure," he teased with a smirk. "When you finally do cum it will feel better than anything you've ever felt."
"Please don't."
"What do you want then? You'll have to tell me."
"I want to cum," I said barely above a whisper, my eyes trained on anything but the man on top of me.
He only hummed as if he were thinking it over.
He doesn't say a word as his hand returns to my dick. My toes curl at the feeling as the other hand plays with my balls.
He was silent but his movement never slowed down until I was cumming over my chest.
His hand allowed me to ride out my high, the hand on my balls moving back to torture the overly sensitive nipples.
I shied away from his hands but his weight kept me from going anywhere.
My head slammed back against his pillow as a smirk covered his face.
"Fuck," I cursed, my attempts to move from his hands becoming obviously vain.
"Is there a problem? Is it too much for you to handle? Be a good boy and tell me what's wrong with you."
"It's too much," I gasped out, the stimulation being enough to make me care about the blush that took over my face.
The pleasure was too much.
"And what do you want me to do about it," he teased as if he didn't already know.
"Stop," was all I was able to manage out but as soon as the words left my lips his hands were gone.
"All you have to do is ask," he said simply.
My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath while Jem leaned down to my chest. I couldn't help but squirm away, thinking he was about to tease me some more but when his tongue began lapping up the cum on my stomach I had to stifle a moan.
Jem stared down at me when he was done, his smirk sill plastered on his face while his dick strained in his pants.
I licked my lips, my heart racing in my chest.
"You didn't-" I start but he cuts me off.
"I know."
"I can-"
"You really think you're ready to touch a dick that isn't yours?" His bluntness made me frown. "You've been straight for the past how many years? You don't have to push yourself, I'm not going anywhere if I can help it."
I wanted to argue but he didn't let me.
He rolled off of me and without a word pulled me into his side.
"I know you're tired. You've been working hard all day and I know that took a lot out of you," I punched his chest at the last part but it doesn't seem to affect him. "Take a nap."
As much as I didn't want to admit it, my eyelids were heavy and his chest was warm.
"Hey Jem," I ask after a while of lying there, my brain unable to turn off and going back to the files that were still scattered on the living room floor.
"Hello Patrick."
"Do you know anything about a murder happening a few nights ago? The case landed on my desk this morning but we haven't had any leads. I was hoping maybe you heard something about it with your job."
"Patrick I'm going to be honest with you," he sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. "In my job there isn't a day that goes by without whispers of who was killed for what but hearing those whispers is dangerous so I taught myself to tune then out of the years. Someone could have directly told me and I still wouldn't have heard it."
I hated his answer.
"I've give it a few more days but if nothing comes forward I'll have to mark it as a closed cold case and file it without the others."
"It's probably for the best. Getting involved in shit like his is how you get killed."
"But you're involved in it anyway," I point out. "Are you not afraid that you'll get killed?"
"I used to be," he admitted. "Then Barrett almost died and suddenly nothing was scarier than loosing someone else. I'm not afraid of dying, I've accepted the fact that I'm going to die because of my job and if it means keeping my men alive, I'll jump in front of a bullet a thousand times."
I had to bite my tongue from scolding him for the mindset he had but I didn't have time to say anything anyway before he was sitting up from the bed, forcing me away from him.
"You should still get some sleep. I need to check up on something and then start dinner. I'll wake you up later."
I didn't get a chance to say anything else before he was out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
Last updated Janaury 21, 2022