Chapter 3 from my micro-story, New England Law & Hotness
Bree feels like she owes a debt to handsome Brody. Hook-up sex and blowjob ensues.
Authors Note: This is the next-to-final chapter for this serial. I loved the images DALL-E produced for Bree for this story. Keywords: Blowjob, Hook-up sex
“So, Detective, how is it that you work in a place like this?”
“This old place?” Brody said while raising both of his well-muscled arms to gesture to the bar around him.
“Yes, The Yankee’s Anchor,” I said while taking in the aesthetics of what was your typical New England tavern. “Everyone at the firm raves about the place. Best burger in town, didn’t you know?”
In a testament to its name, sailing and fishing paraphernalia and the occasional painting were affixed to the wood-paneled walls and the ceiling. The maritime motif was broken up at various points by photographs of dozens of iconic Boston sports figures or events from the past fifty years.
“My grandpa bought the place back in ’72,” said Brody. “My dad and my aunts practically grew up here. Six years ago, my grandpa sold it to my old man, and though I was already two years on the force, I kinda felt like I needed to help my parents, so I pick up the occasional shift when they need a hand.”
“Ah, that’s sweet,” I offered genuinely. “So, it’s probably true the staff would have been able to pick up that you were stood up last night.”
“No doubt about it. According to Glenda, the gal who’s responsible for the Yankee’s burgers, I looked sadder than a spaniel who’d just been dropped off at the pound.”
I laughed and then caught myself. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing at your misery.”
His seemingly always easy smile returned to his face. “It’s all good, Ms. Bennette. Here we are, and all is right in my small part of Boston.”
With his thumb, he gestured to the bar’s entrance. “You up for a quick drive and then a walk?”
“Sure. Where to?”
“The water. I got a boat down there. I’ve been busy over the past couple of weeks, so I haven’t seen her. I figure we could do a quick walk-by to make sure she’s okay.”
“Her?” I said with an arched eyebrow.
Brody cinched his lips to the side for a moment and then said, “Aren’t all boats a ‘she’?”
“I’m not sure. It is 2024, and the world has become a weird place,” I explained.
“True enough. Why don’t you have a look at her, and you can tell me if she’s a lady or not.”
Fifteen minutes later, as we walked through the gates to the Chelsea Yacht Club, Brody came to a standstill and held out his arm to me. Then, as he gestured at the water, he said, “You know, the docks… they’re kinda narrow and all. We wouldn’t want anyone to fall in, is all I’m saying.”
Without hesitation, I put my arm through his and said, “It’s been a difficult enough week as it is, Detective. I don’t need to drown on top of everything else. Lead the way.”
As we walked along the concrete pier, I leaned into Brody. Through his shirt, I could feel his arm’s meatiness and raw strength. Both his bicep and shoulder were as solid as rock.
Back at the Yankee, as he’d pointed out items that were attached to various memories, I had snuck glances at those parts of his body that weren’t obscured by the table that was between us.
He hadn’t mentioned it, but it was clear that Brody Blaine worked out. Not enough that he looked like a meathead, but more than enough that if he did have to get physical with someone, that someone would have their hands full.
Will, my ex and a soccer player, had been lean and in shape, and a couple of the guys I’d dated in Syracuse had spent time in the gym, but none of them had the bulk that Brody did.
As we reached the end of the long dock, we turned to the right and stopped in front of what I took to be an older sailboat that was dominated by gleaming wood panelling. With dusk fully upon us, the vessel glowed elegantly in the evening’s fading light.
Nestling closer into Brody, I said, “No doubt about it. She’s a lady, and she’s pretty. What’s her name?”
“Nightingale,” he said reverently. “I bought her three years ago. She was in terrible shape. Eight hundred hours, and with every spare dollar I had, I got her back to where she should be. Well, almost. There are still a few things to do.”
“Can we go on her?” I asked.
Brody turned his pale blue eyes to me. “We can if that’s what you want to do. I’ve got some wine, or I can make us some coffee?”
As my brown eyes returned to his gaze, I said, “Coffee would be nice.”
A minute later, and with the help of Brody’s strong hands, I had managed to climb into the cockpit and was now watching as Brody removed the lacquered slats that made up the entranceway to the cabin.
Reaching into the boat’s interior, Brody turned on lights inside and outside of the vessel.
Turning to me, he offered me his hand. Taking it, I let him lead me down into the cabin.
The inside of the sailboat was as immaculate as the outside. The wood that dominated much of the interior was gleaming, as was the floor.
To my immediate right, there was a modern and well-appointed kitchenette. Tucked away in the corner was an espresso machine that was made by a company I hadn’t heard of before.
Ahead, I could see what must have been the sailboat’s sleeping area.
Brody followed my eyes and said, “That’s what’s called the v-berth. When I was spending weekends here working on her, that’s where I’d crash. It’s pretty comfortable.”
After a brief pause, he added, “How’d you like your coffee? I can do a regular one or one of those espressos or even lattes that fancy pants lawyers seem to like.”
As I continued to look at the sleeping space, I said, “For the record, I didn’t get you to bring me on your boat so we could have coffee, Detective Blaine.”
“Oh, did you change your mind, Ms. Bennette? I’ve got a bottle of Chianti someone said was nice.”
Smiling, my eyes found his. The look on his face was that of a man who was oblivious to what was about to happen. But I wasn’t buying it, not for one second.
I took a step in Brody’s direction, and gently, I placed both of my hands on his chest.
His eyes dropped down to my hands, and he said, “So, no to the Chianti?”
One of my hands reached for his chin. On connecting with his square and handsome jaw, I forced his eyes to return to mine and said, “Detective.”
His voice quiet, Brody said, “Yes, Ms. Bennette.”
“I’ve given this some thought, and I’d like to properly thank you for everything you did for me today.”
“Properly, Ms. Bennette?” As he asked the question, his words and tone sounded innocent enough.
Lowering my own voice to a whisper, with the hand that was still on his chest, I pulled him in closer to me and said, “Call me Bree, and by properly, let’s be clear, in getting me on your boat, you’ve been a gentleman, but I know that in your hope of hopes Brody, you had visions of me standing right where I am now, and that I’d be whispering how I want to make you feel good.”
Not aggressively, but firmly, one of Brody’s strong arms snaked around my waistline, pulling me tight into him. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel the bulge in his pants.
Our eyes intensely gazing into one another, he said, “Beautiful and a woman who takes control. You’re incredible, Bree.”
I offered a wink, smiled at his words, and then began to lower myself.
Releasing me from our embrace, my knees met the cabin’s polished floor. Looking up at Brody’s face, my voice lusty, I said, “To answer your question, properly is me sucking you off if that’s alright with you?”
Looking down, his eyes wide with anticipation, he said, “It’s alright by me.”
With his confirmation, my hands came up and undid his belt. The zipper was next. Undone, I slowly pulled down his jeans to reveal his tight boxer briefs.
As my eyes took in the tool behind the opaque fabric, I guessed Brody was packing more heat than the average guy. Moving more quickly, my fingers grabbed at the waistline of his underwear.
Just as I started to pull them down, Brody said, “Are you sure, Bree? I mean, I’m all for what’s happening, but I really had no expectations, and I certainly don’t need to be thanked. Busting losers for carjacking is what I’m paid to do.”
My face returned to take in Brody’s, and I said, “You’re sweet. And I like that you’re making sure I’m comfortable, but I know what I’m doing. I want to suck your cock, Brody Blaine, and that’s just what I’m going to do. So be a big boy and let my 23-year-old mouth make you feel good.”
With that, I went back to pulling down his Calvin Kleins. In a quick movement, his package was exposed.
I bit my lip as I took in Brody’s tool.
It wasn’t fully engorged, but without a doubt, it was a big cock. Larger than Will’s by some measure.
Neatly trimmed, it was fat, and in what was a rarity for me, Brody wasn’t circumcised. Before meeting me at the pub, he’d been sure to body spray his nether region because as I took a moment to admire this beautiful piece of Grade-A New England beef, I could smell whatever masculine scent he’d applied.
Together, the sight and the smell moved the moisture status of my pussy from wet to drenched.
I reached for his meat with my right hand, and on taking hold of it, my brain registered its thickness and weight. I had no intention of letting Brody fill me tonight, but if I did, this cock would ruin me.
As soon as my hand made contact with flesh, Brody’s tool began to grow hard. Still examining it, I said, “You have a big and beautiful cock, Detective.”
Above me, Brody said quietly, “Fuck, I can’t believe…”
To his unfinished sentence, I added, “Oh, you’re gonna believe Detective.”
With that, I opened my mouth and started to lick the underside of his now fully erect cock.
Up and down I lathered the shaft, and when I was satisfied it was slick enough, I increased the strength of my grip on his meat and started to stroke him. This elicited a moan of pleasure from above.
Encouraged by the sound, I opened my mouth and set myself to sucking what was the biggest and prettiest cock I’d ever blown.
His head wasn’t wide-brimmed, so it and three inches of his shaft slid into my mouth without too much trouble. Without missing a beat, I started to bob and gently suck.
As this went on for a spell, I listened carefully to Brody’s grunts and groans of pleasure.
On servicing a new dick, I’d been told by a particularly slutty friend in college that the key to making a good first impression was listening to your partner’s verbal and non-verbal cues.
Based on the sounds I was hearing, I was doing a pretty good job of pleasuring this dashing and well-hung cop.
The reminder that Brody was a police officer and the memory of seeing him this morning at the firm with that gun on his hip ratcheted up my cock sucking. Without warning, I plunged my mouth down as far as I could on his tool.
Suppressing my gag reflex, I forced Brody’s head into my throat and pulled back his skin. Holding him taught, I quickly moved my mouth up and down the full length of his schlong.
“Jesus, Bree, fuck that feels good,” Brody cried out.
Finally coming up for air and after several gasps to catch my breath, I said, “You have a beautiful cock, Detective, and by the looks of it, you’ve got a fair bit of stamina. That’s hot.”
I pulled my hand off his soaking meat and pushed at his pelvic area to force him to sit on the long bench seat he was standing in front of.
As he sat down, my eyes cast around the cabin to find what I was looking for. Getting to my feet, I moved forward to the v-birth and retrieved a cushion. Back to standing over Brody, I said, “Take your clothes off — all of them. I want to see your body.”
His eyes narrowed, and slowly, he did what he was told.
Now fully naked, I took in all of Brody Blaine.
While his brightly colored sleeve tattoo ended at his shoulder, he had more ink that covered his chest and torso. His pecks were muscular perfection, while his abs were pronounced undulations that screamed for my attention.
I dropped the cushion between his legs but remained standing. Pulling my eyes from his body, I looked into his face. His jawline was taught, no doubt, because of the anticipation of what was to come. I said, “I’m not what you were expecting, am I Detective?”
His voice raspy from breathing heavy, he said, “Jesus, you’re sexy. That red hair and your body. I didn’t know what to expect, Bree, but I can tell you I like what I’ve seen so far. I want to fuck you.”
I smiled at the rawness of his words. “Not tonight. Tonight is about me thanking you, remember? And while I’m not against blowing a delicious specimen like yourself on a first date, I’m not so easy that I’ll let you into my pussy. That Detective, you’re going to have to work a little harder for.”
I leaned downward and placed my lips on his, and for the first time, we kissed. Our mouths blazed with passion as our tongues found one another and played together frantically.
Forcing myself to pull away from him, I dropped down to my knees and once again took in the sight of the smooth and perfect package of Boston meat that was on display. Leaning my head toward it, I spat on Brody’s member and then took it up with both hands and started to stroke firmly.
A minute later, I spat on cock again, increased the speed of my handjob, looked up into Brody’s eyes, and said, “Is there something you want to tell me, Brody? Don’t be shy. As you can tell, I’m a girl who likes to be in control, but I also don’t mind being told what to do. Tell me what you want?”
Through heavy breathing, Brody, almost at a yell, said, “Suck my cock, Bree. Finish me.”
My eyes lit up as I registered Brody’s aggression. Notching up the speed of my stroking by another factor, I called back, “Finish you how Detective?”
“Jesus, Bree, I’m almost there. With your mouth. Take my load in that pretty fucking mouth of yours!”
I knew Brody’s potent semen was en route when his powerful hips pushed upward. I’d sucked enough dick to know the tell-tale sign of when a man was going to unleash himself.
Removing one of my hands to make space for my mouth, I enveloped his head and half of his shaft. Bobbing and stroking in unison, I heard Brody roar something incomprehensible just as I felt his straining rod explode inside my mouth.
Understanding what made a good blowjob into an incredible one, my hand reached for the space immediately underneath the head of Brody’s cock and performed several deep firm strokes while also managing to force his thick and plentiful semen down my throat.
As this went on, I listened to Brody speak in tongues as his brain and body tried to make sense of the all in cock sucking, I’d just delivered.
When the last of his potent seed landed on my tongue, I pulled my mouth off his tool, rested the side of my face on his abs, and listened as his breathing became normal.
Even though I barely knew the man I’d just pleasured, as my skin rested on his, I felt safe in his presence and entirely content with my actions.
Truth be told, I’d only ever sucked off one other man on a first date and that had been Will.
As I thought about it, I chalked up my actions of the past fifteen minutes to the trauma of this week’s events and the fact that I was genuinely thankful for all that Brody had done for me.
That he was good-looking and sweet made me wonder if I should take what was happening between us further.
But as soon as the notion struck me, I ruthlessly pushed it away. I’d already done the long-distance relationship thing, which nearly ruined my first year at law school. I wouldn’t be doing that again. No way, no how, I told myself.
Despite my feelings for the man I had just been intimate with, I needed to protect myself. Imagine three years of travelling back and forth between New England and Upstate New York. It was not on.
At the same time, that part of my conscious that loved the idea of spending a summer getting railed by a strong man with a big dick flooded my mind’s eye with images of me doing all sorts of wonderful and even filthy things with Brody and his sculpted body.
NO! the more sensible part of my brain said, reasserting itself. You’ve been down that road before, Bree Bennette, and you know where it leads. You’ve done your slutty bit. It’s now time to focus on your future.
Lifting my head from Brody’s stomach, I looked into his eyes. Whatever place he’d been in as he’d filled my mouth, he was back to reality, and with his pale blue eyes, he was smiling at me.
Before he could speak, I said, “Thanks again, Detective. I wonder if you might be able to give me a lift back to my car?”
Keywords: Blowjob, Hook-up sex
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