To Catch His Mate

Chapter 2-2

We ended up in the janitorial closet on the third floor of the building. I locked the door after we entered and dragged Carl behind me to a far wall, pushing him up against it.

“You want this, yeah?” I said as I stretched his arms across the cool surface, locking his fingers with mine, and grinding my hard length against his.

“Yes! Please, Felix.” Carl usually lost his stammer during s*x. He found my lips and sucked on the bottom one while lifting a leg to curl around my waist. I kissed him back, his mouth a delicacy I enjoyed for a few desperate seconds.

Eventually, I moved to his chin and nipped my way up the side of his face to peck his forehead. “Remember your suit, hon. It’s going to get wrinkled if we’re not careful,” I warned. I stepped back and helped him remove his jacket while he stepped out of his loafers.

Once his pants were off—we set both items on one of the racks behind us, avoiding the bleach—I got to my knees and mouthed his straining c**k through his underwear.

“f**k, Felix. You always…shit!” He grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his crotch.

I reached up to remove his hands and place them on my shoulders, then pulled down his briefs so I could taste him. I lapped at the slit, enjoying the flavor of pre-c*m at the tip, then went down on his c**k.

Carl moaned constantly while I took him all the way to the root, then backed off, time and again. When he was close to blowing, I pulled off and stood.

“Turn around, hon. Let me get at that ass.” Carl did as bid, removing his underwear first before he assumed the position, butt sticking out, as he placed his hands against the wall. He spread his legs as wide as possible, and I kneeled again on the cold, cement floor.

I spread his ass and licked his hole, making it nice and wet. I spit on my fingers and probed his channel, stretching him good and proper. After standing once more, I took out my wallet to remove a pre-lubed condom. I grabbed a small packet of lube from my pocket. It never hurt to be over-prepared. I spread the slick substance on my fingers and plunged them into Carl’s hole, preparing him even further.

Carl pushed back against my hand. “I’m ready, Felix. f**k me, now. Come on!” He was always a very aggressive bottom. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my c**k out of my briefs, then tore the condom packet open with my teeth and rolled the condom down my aching length.

I grabbed his hips, making sure not to get the slick stuff on his nice Oxford shirt. “I’m gonna give it to you now, baby. Hard and fast.”

“Do it!” he cried out, and I plunged in, past the ring and all the way to my pubes.

“s**t!” Carl yelled, and I hoped no one was walking by the room to hear what we were doing.

This was going to be quick. Back and forth we went, grunting and swearing, while Carl took a hand off the wall to pump his c**k dry. I found his sweet spot and he howled, spurting all over the wall before him.

I was close behind, filling the condom with a “goddamnit!” as I found release. The two of us collapsed together against the wall, breathing heavily, my head on Carl’s shoulder.

“You’re h-heavy,” he groused.

“Sorry.” I forced my sated body to move away from his, holding onto the edge of the rubber so it wouldn’t get left behind in his ass.

Carl walked around the room and found a roll of toilet paper. We both cleaned up, washing our hands in the sink used to refill cleaning solutions. I wrapped up the condom and stuck it in my pocket. No need for any of the cleaning staff to know what had occurred, though I was sure it happened often enough.

“Thanks, man,” Carl said, kissing me on the cheek before getting dressed and leading the way to the door. He unlocked it and, once opened, peered outside to see if anyone was about. He nodded to me and I followed him out of the room.

* * * *

Five minutes later, we sat across from each other in the cantina, sipping coffee. Carl’s lips were red and puffy from all the kissing we’d done, and I felt relaxed after reaming his ass. The fact that it had been embarrassingly quick didn’t seem to bother either of us.

“I need you to create an insurance policy for me—a fake one. I think I’ve narrowed down some of the parameters for this particular case I’m working on, and it has to do with the type of safe each victim has used. Use Mrs. Rutlidge—one of our clients in New York as a guide, with the same type of safe. I’ll email the address to you.”

Carl played with the jade ring on the pinky finger of his left hand. It was new to me, so it must have been a recent purchase. He was an avid collector of anything jade, no matter how obscure. “Is that new?” I asked, pointing to the ring.

“Yeah. Bought it on eBay last w-week. Got it for a s-steal.” He stopped playing with it. “Y-you think this will w-w-work?”

“Don’t see why not. His modus operandi has been the same for all the robberies to date. I want to bust this thing wide open, once and for all. He’s ruining my track record.” I grinned at my companion.

Carl snickered. “Jesus, your e-ego. Though it’s a huge t-turn-on.”

“I know.” I winked at him and finished my coffee. “Think you can get this done in a couple of days? I want to have this set up and ready by the weekend.”

“Absolutely.” We both stood and walked toward the doorway, throwing our empty cups into a trashcan as we left.

When we were in the middle of the lobby area, I stopped and turned to Carl. “Look, can you keep this quiet? I don’t know who else might be in on this, but I think the thief has inside help. I just can’t seem to figure out who yet.”

“No problem, Felix.” His smile was…smug, for some reason. I wondered why, though it could be the result of really great s*x. Time enough to think about that later. “I’d do anything for you,” he said, touching my arm briefly. “Send me that info and I’ll get you that policy right away.” With that, he strode briskly to the elevator banks.

I watched him go, wishing for the umpteenth time that I could feel something more than casual lust for Carl. He was a decent guy and great in the sack. Shaking my head, I turned and left the building.