When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) (22 page)

“Only when I know I can’t have what I want.”

“You can’t?” I asked. “What if I said you could, just for this morning?”

“Be careful, Kassie. I will fuck you until your black and blue and passed out on the floor. Trust me. You want me to take my time. Take it slow. Do not let the monster out of his cage.”

Dripping in arousal, I shouldn’t have, but I said it anyway, “What if today I just rattle the monster’s bars?”

He damn near sneered, “What did you say?”

“Never mind, you look like you’re going to punch me.”

He groaned and rubbed his face with both of his hands. “Damn. Decisions. Decisions. Should I teach Mrs. Jones a little lesson, today or should I wait?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” I sucked my teeth. “You’re big and bold until it’s time for action. Look at you now. I’m so wet and—”

He charged for me. So fucking fast. I almost shrieked.

But he didn’t touch me. Instead he dropped to his knees and got right in front my center. My legs shook. He was right. I wasn’t ready.

Then he said, “You would do this to me now.”

“What?”

“Make me consider being irresponsible.”

“How?” I shivered as his breath brushed against my folds.

“You know what I see?”

“What?”

“A beautiful opening. God’s greatest creation. And when I blow like this,” he blew against my folds, “I love how that pussy pulses and that honey drips out. Is it sweet, Kassie?”

“Yes.” I panted.

Edge laced his voice. “Taste it, Kassie. Tell me how she tastes.”

Slowly, I slipped my hands down to the center of my thighs, pushed my fingers into my warm center, and watched Lorenzo’s face go crazy. Madness skittered around his eyes as he continued to abuse that poor bottom lip.

“I wish this was you.” Moaning, I thrust my fingers in and out. When I knew they dripped with me, I stopped playing with myself and sucked on each of them.

“Hmmm.” He blew against my center again. “Let’s get this straight. Once I taste you, no one else is allowed to touch it.”

“What?”

“If I kiss your flower today, no one else touches the petals.”

I giggled. “Never ever?”

“Don’t play with me, Kassie.”

“I’m just saying. Is there some sort of expiration date on your control of my pussy?”

“How about, I let you decide.” He inched in closer, but still didn’t kiss it. I tensed in anticipation. Ready for his lips to touch mine. It drove me crazy, made me want to shove his head to me, and ride the hell out of his face.

He inhaled. “She smells good enough to eat.”

“Then do it,” I whispered.”

He stroked the inner curve of my thigh, placed his hands under them, and scooted me closer to his face. “Lie down.”

“Say please.” I giggled and laid back.

“Please.” Instead of waiting for my response, he lapped at my folds and stopped all future smart quips from leaving my lips. His mouth had all of my attention. The most erotic sensation rushed through me—hot and boiling over, until I moaned.

Groaning, he dragged his tongue along my folds, exploring my crease and wetting my flesh. To push me over the edge, he taunted my clit with his fingertips.

“Oh.” I shivered. My thighs tensed and I panted grabbing the edge of my desk. Office supplies fell and crashed to the floor. It might’ve been a few outlines for future novels. Maybe even a printer. I didn’t care. I was so close. I could see the orgasm rising.

“Damn. You’re so wet.” He lapped at me like an old, thirsty man in front of the fountain of youth. “You’re close. Aren’t you?”

A fog of pleasure dizzied me. My nipples ached. I let go of the desk and pinched both of them through my shirt, wishing I’d taken it off. My thoughts spun around in my head. His tongue kept my focus. There would be no one, but him, on my mind.

“No big talk now, Mrs. Jones?” He slid his tongue deeper into me as his fingers tugged at my throbbing bud.

“Eh ne oh,” I mumbled, bucking into him. “Ni na no.”

“Yeah, baby. That’s what my tongue does. It teaches you a new language.” He took his fingers out and sucked on my clit so gently, I groaned so loud the neighbors had to hear me.

“Lo. . .Lorenzo,”

“Yes, baby.” He circled around my clit.

So much pleasure rained down. It blinded me. An orgasm slammed into my core and rocked me down to my fucking bones. I was a mess. My body quaked against him.

If I didn’t have a kid,

he probably would’ve thought I was a virgin,

screaming so loudly and rubbing against his mouth

like I’d never seen dick before.

I closed my eyes.

Sloshing sounds ensued as he shifted to finger fucking and flicking his tongue against my clit.

Then I came hard,

legs high in the air,

toes twisted here and there.

Screams of passion from my lips.

Drowning in ecstasy.

Lightning striking me.

I exploded. Color blurring into infinite melody.

I was made whole and then broken apart.

I was filled up and then emptied.

Jesus!

I don’t know how long I laid on that desk with my feet up high and a silly drunk expression on my face, but time passed by and I still couldn’t move.

Opening my eyes, I muttered between breaths. “You should put that in a bottle and sell it on the market.”

“I’m taking your panties as payment.” He simply bent over, rummaged through my little pile of clothes, and snatched up my cotton underwear. Not my best cut or design, but then I hadn’t thought I’d be showing them to anyone.

“Uh, not those. Get one out of my drawer.”

“No I want the ones you’ve wore today, while you were wet and looking at hard core porn.”

“It was book research!”

He stood above me, licked his lips, and gripped his crotch with both hands. “I have to go.”

“What?” I dragged myself off, leaned too far on the edge, and fell off the damn desk. I crashed to the floor. Pain gnawed at my elbow. I’d banged it pretty badly. “Wait. Let me take care of you. I mean seriously. You deserve it.”

“I can’t. I have to go to work.” He rushed away. “I’m already late. This was supposed to be a two-minute conversation.”

“What was?” I hurried after him, stumbling a little.

He marched out of the room. “Trust me. I’m going now.”

“But why did you come in the first place?”

“Fuck.” He stopped in the hallway. “Yeah. My twins—”

“They need to be picked up?”

He raised his eyebrows. “No, but you would do that?”

“If it was an emergency, sure.”

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“Most women don’t want to deal with other people’s responsibilities.”

“News flash. Stop dating strippers.”

He frowned.

“What?” I asked.

“I actually have dated a lot of strippers. They prefer the term
exotic dancers, by
the way.”

“I know. I frequent the strip club from time to time. I actually made some really good friends there. And that truly was for book research.”

“Unlike the porn?”

I blushed. “Yes.”

“Hmmm.” He stared at me like he was about to lay me back down on the desk and lick me again.

“What was the emergency?” I inched back.

He came toward me, grabbed my waist, and pulled me into him. “Never mind.”

“No. Not
never mind
. What were you—”

He consumed my lips—tongue diving tenderly into my mouth.

I almost begged him to call in sick. Instead, I climbed out of those huge arms and backed away. “What was the emergency?”

“I’d rather not discuss it now.” Like a caveman he grabbed his crotch and rubbed it. “I’d rather get another kiss before I go.”

I blocked him from coming further. “What was the emergency?”

He sighed. “My daughters think they need training bras. My sisters support this.”

“Um.” I held in my laughter as long as I could. “Is that the emergency?”

He frowned. “We’re talking about my daughters wearing bras.”

I chuckled and covered my mouth. “I’m sorry. Go ahead.”

“So I was coming over to you to ask your professional opinion.”

“And how am I an expert on this?”

He gestured to my breasts. “You definitely have the qualifications to make this call.”

“Lorenzo, if they are asking for training bras, then, buy them.”

“They’re twelve. I have several more years.”

“Actually, you don’t.”

“Don’t these things come around sixteen?” He gestured to my chest.

“These
things
are breasts and they come when they want to.”

“Fuck. I don’t know. When I was a kid, I only messed with the early growers. This doesn’t need to happen, now. And, the twins and I were doing fine. I was hoping to pass puberty altogether.”

“Okay.” I struggled to keep it all in again, but instead I laughed louder. “You’re going to have to deal with it. Bras are in your future. Tons of them. Pink and white and lace and some with flowers and—”

“Stop.” He covered his ears and stalked off. “You’re worse than my sisters. All of you think this is so funny. Laugh it up.”

“I sure will,” I called after him. “And let me know if you want any help picking out some sexy training bras.”

“Not funny. If they end up getting something, it will be stiff cotton with buckles and straps and definitely not anything matching with the other stuff.”

“Buckles?” I chuckled.

“Ha ha. Have fun.” He grabbed the doorknob. “Wait until your son hits puberty.”

Huh?

The humor vanished.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Oh, no.” He grinned. “I don’t want to give away any spoilers. I want you to enjoy living in the house with a smelly constantly jacking off teenage boy. I’ll be over here with a bowl of popcorn as you find white liquid tucked away in the oddest places.”

“Ewww! Never.” I snapped my fingers. “My Rich will remain a boy forever just like Peter Pan.”

“Yeah. You’ll see.” He got to the door and turned around. “Anyway, this morning was. . .very goddamned interesting. I’ll see you Friday night.”

“Okay.” I chuckled some more and then tensed. “Wait. Friday night? What’s happening, then?”

“Our date. I’ll pick you up at eight.” He opened the door and closed it behind him, before I could dispute the idea even further.

“What date? I never agreed to a date!” But my body called me a liar.

If anything, my pussy was hoping for another meeting.

Chapter 14

Lorenzo

D
id
her pussy have to taste that good?

My cock was so hard I penguin walked away from Kassie’s house and barely got into the car without causing him pain. Once I got inside, I gritted my teeth and did my best to drive through the constant throb moving through my length.

“She’s fucking killing me. First, the bikini at the beach, then, the kiss, and then, as if she’s not enough of a cock tease, she answers the door half naked.” I stopped in front of the red light and turned on the radio. “Kassie, I’m trying to be the good guy here, but you’re pushing it.”

“I want you all night baby,” the woman sang. “Inside of me. Loving me like no other.”

I switched to another channel that played advertisements and started off as the light turned green. “Now, I’m fucking late, my dick is hard, and my face is smeared with her, and I don’t even want to wash it off. And, I’m supposed to speak to eighty kids about fire safety. Jesus!”

I glanced at myself in the rear view mirror. “I’m talking to myself. She’s driving me fucking crazy.”

The radio ads ended and a song came on.

“I got that ass in the air,” some guy rapped on the radio. “Motherfucker, I don’t care. I hit it right until the dawn, got her singing who’s the don? Ass bouncing all around, I like to smack that pretty brown—”

I turned the radio off. The whole world was against me. I stopped at another light, and unzipped my pants. Not a good idea. My cock sprang free and dripped pre-cum like a leaky faucet.

“Calm down. We’re going to work.” But I knew the truth as I rounded the corner, searched for an empty parking lot, and rushed in there. Once I parked, it was on. The throb couldn’t be stopped. The image of Kassie’s bare pussy wouldn’t leave my mind.

Her arousal still lay hot on my tongue.

I spit on my hand and went to work, stroking him hard, doing all the things I wished I could do to her. She wasn’t ready, not emotionally or physically. I wouldn’t take my time, once I got inside. The way she affected me, I’d probably ram into her like a mad man.