When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) (21 page)

“Uh. . .okay.” I pulled my yoga pants and underwear off. “It’s not like the screenwriter was trying to win a guild award or anything. Just focus on the big dick, Kassie.”

“Yes! Lap that chocolate up, bitch!” He slapped her face. “You like that, huh?”

A pink handprint tinted her cheek. “Yes, Daddy!”

“Hey, don’t hit her!” I stopped the video. “Okay. That’s a bit much.”

I pressed on the other video. Both the guy and girl were white and dressed in leather. He only wore pants. She had on a black cat suit with holes around her butt and breasts. A mask covered her face, except for the eye and mouth openings. Weird, but not a big deal like the slapping. It wasn’t like I planned on staring at her while I touched myself. The guy pulled out a big cock with a pink bulbous tip. He triggered a nice wetness.

“Hmm. Let’s see what you two are going to do.”

So far, they had remained silent as she danced in front of him.

Then, two hard knocks came at the front door.

“Who the hell is that?” I checked the time. Ten in the morning. Another knock hit. “It better not be Mama Ganga. I know that.”

I rushed off without turning my computer off. Whoever was there would either be ignored or have to leave. I peeked out of the living room window and Lorenzo stood in front of it.

He waved. “Good morning.”

“Why are you in front of my window?” I slid the curtain open.

“Because, you didn’t answer the door.”

“So you planned on breaking in?”

“No. I was checking to see if you were in there and maybe didn’t hear me. It’s a natural thing that anybody would do.”

“Why are you here, again?”

“It’s an emergency. Give me a quick minute. It’s about my twins.”

“Oh.” I rushed to the door and opened it a little bit. “What is it about?”

Lorenzo stood behind my door in his freaking uniform as if my horniness triggered a fire alarm in his ears and he’d had come to save the day. He quirked his eyebrows. “Can I come in?”

“Uh.” I looked down at myself—no panties or pants. Just my University of Miami T-shirt. I stepped away from the half-way opened door. “Give me a minute. I’m half naked.”

He cursed under his breath.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

I rushed away without closing the door, sure, that he would remain on the porch. My shirt rode up over my hips. I had to pull my shirt down over my ass as I speed walked back to my office.

His voice came out as a growl. “Damn.”

I glanced back to see Lorenzo inside of my living room and apparently mesmerized with my bare ass as it jiggled in front of him.

“Really?” I yanked my shirt down.

“Really? Goddamn.” He sneered at me. He looked like he was going to destroy me in seconds. “Is this how you come to the door every day, because I’ll be back at this time tomorrow and the next and the next and the next—”

“I think I got it. You can stop now.” I kept the shirt down enough to cover me. Although his reaction hadn’t helped to hide my nipples. They perked to attention and poked through the soft cotton of my shirt. “Thanks for being a gentleman and looking away.”

“Any man that could turn away from this image right here, is either a very gay man or someone who’s considering priesthood.” He closed the door behind him.

“Stay there.”

“I really want to come closer.”

Loud moans sounded from my office. Lorenzo turned his head in that direction. “Who’s that?”

I blushed. “No one.”

“Take this dick!” the man roared from my computer.

“Uh.”
Damn. I forgot to turn the porn off.
“That’s nothing. Hold on.”

“Is someone here?” Lorenzo called after me.

“No.” I rushed around the corner.

“Give me that pussy, bitch!” the actor screamed. “Fucking take it.”

“Interesting.” Lorenzo sounded closer. He must have been heading my way.

Oh, God.

“It’s a freaking movie.” I hurried forward.

The actor yelled over slapping sounds. “I’m going to beat this pussy up!”

“A movie, huh?” Lorenzo asked behind me.

“Jesus!” I jumped, turned around, and backed up into my office. “How the hell did you get here so fast?”

Lorenzo stood in the doorway. “I’m steady and fast like a panther.”

“Wow. I don’t even know how to respond to that. By the way, thanks for staying in the living room. And I hope you can hear the sarcasm in my voice.”

He walked into my office and looked around.

I twirled my hand in the air. “Sure, Lorenzo come on in to my office. I’m only half naked and this is inappropriate. You’re definitely welcome to just take your shoes off and get comfortable.”

He scanned my room. “What type of movie?”

“Get out of my office.”

“Fucking bitch!” the actor screamed behind me. “You nasty stinking whore!”

Lorenzo frowned. “I’m thinking that’s no Disney flick?”

“It’s book research.” I rushed to grab my laptop thankful he couldn’t see the screen. The last thing I would want him to think was that I loved to have sex with a leather mask on my face, screaming that he was my father.

“Yes, Daddy!” the actress shrieked. “I’m so bad!”

Lorenzo stepped inside my office. “Wait a minute. Is that a porno?”

“No” I muttered.

“Fuck me hard daddy!” the actress moaned. “Make me squirt all over that dick daddy!”

“Oh, my.” Lorenzo grinned.

“It’s book research.” I charged for the mouse. It slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. I bent over, forgetting that I wore no panties or that my shirt was too short.

Lorenzo grunted behind me. “Goddamn you have a beautiful ass. It’s a work of art.”

“Stop looking!” I grabbed the mouse, rose, and went back to my desk.

“It’s a sculpture of soft flesh and just nice and fat in the perfect places.”

“I get it. You like it.” I turned the porn off and stared back at him.

Lorenzo had shifted his concentration to my inversion table. He touched the leather straps for my ankles. “So. . .this is some sort of sex table?”

“No.” Not really wanting to explain that I used it to hang upside down for writing, because that was damn sure more crazy than using it for sex.

“Then, it’s more book research?” he asked.

Embarrassed, I cleared my throat. “It really is related to books.”

“Hmmm.” He flicked one of the buckles and licked his lips. “And that whip over there is more book research?”

“Yes.” I covered my face. “Really. It truly is.”

“I really should’ve considered writing for a career. It’s clearly the sexiest profession out there.”

“I think fire men are hotter.”

“Is that right?” He drank me in. “Man. . .”

“What?”

“I’ve just learned something about myself today.”

“What?”

“I thought I was a gentleman. I’ve prided myself on the utmost care with women, giving them their space and privacy, but. . .fuck. I just can’t turn away right now.” He sighed. “I keep saying in my head. Turn around. Walk back into the living room, but—”

“Your dick won’t let you.” I gave him a thumb up. “You’ve just realized that you’re just like any other man.”

“Am I?”

“You’re walking around my house like you own it.”

“No, I’m walking after you.”

“Like you own me.”

He licked those damn lips and snared me with his gaze. The next word came out as a groan. “Hmmm.”

“Hmmm what?” I leaned against my desk and crossed my arms over my chest to hide my aching nipples. Only five feet were between us. He was too close. My body was already on fire and ready. Flames raged inside of me. Suddenly, I no longer wanted to play by myself.

No. You can’t do it. This is going to be a huge mistake.

He had to get out of this room. He had to fucking leave, because every cell in my body yearned to feel him—inside of me, on top of me, behind and in front, on his knees and on my knees, positions and moaning and lapping and sucking and fucking until I couldn’t take any more. Until I tapped out.

I was an inferno.

A firestorm amidst the chaos of life and here he stood in that goddamn firefighter uniform. Muscles bulged and pressed at his shirt. I bet his cock hung long and thick. I bet he knew how to use it, too.

In silence, we stared at each other for a long minute, speaking with our eyes.

His gaze kept darting to my thighs and hips. Each time he lowered it, he flexed his fingers and bit his lips.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t hide my desire. My lids hung lazy over my eyes. My center grew wet and hungry. I closed my legs together and squeezed my thighs. The folds of my pussy swelled and became sensitive, making the movements exquisite agony.

Finally, he broke the silence. “That’s what you like?”

“What?”

“I’m talking about the porno. A guy yelling at you. Someone calling you a bitch during sex. That’s what you like?”

“No, that’s not really my thing. I just . .”

“What?”

Embarrassment fizzled some of the lust away. “I’m not going to stand here half naked and have a conversation with you about my porn selection for this morning.”

“I only asked to find out what you liked. I want to know how to please you.”

“It’s not hard. And, it certainly isn’t by calling me names. My selection of porn is typically the things that I wouldn’t do.”

His voice drummed through me again. “Hmmm.”

“Stop doing that, Lorenzo.”

“What?”

“Sounding so. . .nothing.”

“You’re lucky I have to go help out on a kindergarten field trip today. Someone called in sick. I took the hit and did him a favor.”

“You’re a good guy.”

“And you’re lucky I have to go to work.”

My body hummed. “Why?”

“Because if I had the time, I would put you on that desk and have you lay down as I licked between those thighs. I’ve been thinking about that since the beach.”

My heartbeats increased. Watching him incited hot images in my mind—sexy and nail-clawing ones.

“I wanted to see what that pussy looked like,” he said. “I want to know, if it was as beautiful as I imagined it to be.”

I licked my lips. My nipples stiffened more under my shirt.

He pierced me with a lusty gaze. “Get on the desk.”

“Why?”

“Do it.” Not a proposal or a plea, but a seducing command. It came out sharp and sliced the air. An erotic jolt that woke my body up. I stood there completely exposed, even though my shirt still hugged my body. Every part of me, wanted to do exactly what he ordered.

I took my time and climbed on the desk.

He leaned against the wall behind him. “Open your legs.”

“Why?”

“There are two types of people in this world.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Ones that keep their legs closed and ones that always keep them open?”

“No, but damn do I wish that was true.” He laughed. “Either way, there are two types of people in this world. The kind that will wait to open their gifts on Christmas morning, and the ones that have to search around for the present, peel back the wrapping a little bit, and peek at what they’re going to get.” He rubbed his lips. “Right now, I need a peek.”

“And you think this is going to be your present, one day?”

“I know it will be mine. One night, I’ll be slipping my fingers between those legs and using my tongue to feast. My fingers to slide them in and out, testing your likes and dislikes. My dick to bring you to somewhere you’ve never been. But, right now, all I can do is wait and dream. Give me some color and beauty for my dreams tonight. Open your legs.”

My pulse skipped a beat. “And then what? I don’t know if I’m ready to do anything with you. . .or. . .”

The warning in his voice stroked my skin. “You’re not ready. Open those legs.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll do it for you, and having me over there, right now, would not be a good thing. My cock is weighing down my pants, and all I want to do is free him and show you what he looks like. How he would taste in that pretty little mouth of yours. How he would feel thrusting inside of you. Are you wet?”

My flesh heated. I tried to control my breathing. “Yes.”

“Let me see.”

I took my time spreading my legs apart. With each inch, I watched him come undone. It was a beautiful disaster. His breathing hitched louder and grew rougher. His teeth captured his bottom lip and were damn near close to tearing it off. He stood in controlled chaos, appearing barely able to hold on.

Once my legs were wide apart, he groaned and studied me, shaking his head and looking angry.

“Do you always look so mad, when you’re turned on?” I asked.