by S. K. Lessly
I cried out his name as he moved in and out of me, getting deeper and deeper inside me. I felt my body tense and a familiar tingle starting to overcome my entire body. I tightened grip I had around him and buried my head in his neck. I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t…
“That’s right baby come for me.” He growled in the most sexiest voice I had ever heard come from his beautiful lips. So, of course, at that moment I lost it all over him. It was the third time in a matter of minutes and it rocked my body to the core. I muffled my cries against his neck as he mercilessly um – oh okay I’m just going to say it right here – fucked the shit out of me. The sharp thrusts of his hips, the way his pelvic slid against my clit had me building again. God, this man… I have never – in my days – been handled this way before. I was losing my mind.
Just before I crested over the edge, a-fucking-gain, Paul pulled out. I whimpered from the loss of him and damn near burst into tears. I was so close, so…
I lifted my eyes and gave him a murderous stare that only made him chuckle. Yeah, I didn’t find shit funny.
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” Was all he said to me as he toed off his boots and stepped out of his overalls, and pants as he walked. He headed to the couch with me still in his arms. The moment Paul’s ass hit the soft couch closest to him, me now nestled on his lap, my dress disappeared from my body then my bra. My panties were ripped off just before he impaled me onto his glorious, massive dick.
We both moaned in pleasure as he gripped my hips tight. I rested my forehead against his, taking deep breaths as my insides relaxed around him.
“Baby, I love the way you feel around my dick. So slick, so fucking tight.”
Paul threaded his fingers in my hair and lifted my head so our eyes met. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me deep, sweeping his tongue against mine. I started grinding on top of him but he halted my movements.
“Wait baby…” he said to me then sat up and pulled his t-shirt over his head. My eyes grew as I took in his bare muscled chest and wash board abs. Holy fuck, this man was hot. I knew he had a body, but I didn’t expect all of the valleys and deep crevices his muscles produced. I touched his chest, raked my fingers along his heated, beautiful tanned skin and licked my lips. His dick twitched inside me and I clamped my inner muscles around him.
“I want you, Paul.” I confessed, my voice soft and low.
Paul's eyes grew dark with greed, a sight that made my pussy pulse around his dick, again. His grip on my waist tightened, his voice deepened.
“You have me, baby. Fuck me, Lauren. Show me how much you want me.” Goodness, if he was going to continue to talk like this, I was going to come again with just his words and the sound of his voice.
I went to take my shoes off so I could get better perch, but he touched my hand. “No, leave them on. Just fuck me, just like this baby. You are so fucking beautiful.”
Paul tucked my face in between his hands and kissed me hard, demandingly and possessively. His hands moved to cup my breasts and squeezed my nipples and hell, I had no choice but to do as he asked.
I began fucking him, riding him with my eyes glued to his, our breaths caressing each other’s faces. His fingers pinched the hell out of my sensitive nipples, which made me fuck him harder, faster.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that… yes…” Paul praised through gritted teeth. “Harder baby, faster. Fuck me like you mean it… Yesssss.”
Jeez-us this man...
Paul suddenly shifted me from his lap and placed my back on the couch. He spread my legs wide, guided himself back inside me and started pounding into me deliciously. There was nothing I could do but hold onto the couch and scream out his name as he made me come over and over and over...
We managed to change the nature of our relationship with the first touch of our lips and I was not disappointed. This man was amazing. We fucked everywhere we could in his basement, taking advantage of any and every surface he could find. He bent me over the chairs, the barstools, the freaking steps, pulling my hair and pounding into me from behind until I couldn’t see straight much less speak.
This sex god placed my body in positions I didn’t even know my body could do; he hit spots I never knew existed and I made more noise than I ever thought possible. Another truth I didn’t want to admit, but I damnit I had to… this white man put something on me that I had never in my life experienced before. Forget everything I said before about how a white guy fucks. This man right here, holy shit. I was a new believer, I was crossing over for sure.
Admittedly, I was slightly embarrassed by my lack of knowledge of what actually pleased my body, but Paul made sure I learned what all he could do to make me lose my mind.
About an hour and a half later, I was lying on my back with an area rug underneath me, a pillow underneath my head and Paul's legs underneath mine. I was completely naked in front of him desperately trying to calm my heart rate down. I was wet with sweat –among other bodily secretions – my eyes were closed and he was rubbing my inner thigh.
Feeling his eyes on me, I opened my eyes and yup, Paul was watching me very closely. I shivered twice and sat up to face him. I leaned on my arms while he was leaned against the couch.
“Are you cold?” he asked me.
I shook my head. I got a complete look at Paul Logan’s man parts and I had to say he was really impressive, even while he was tamed.
I said to him, still trying to catch my breath, “Well, I didn’t expect that.”
Paul smiled and if his cheeks weren't already flushed from our sex fest, I would have seen him blush. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
I frowned. “What do you mean by a lot?”
He chuckled but I really didn’t find anything funny.
“Uh… do you want to talk about what we just did?” he asked me, changing the subject.
“I thought we were doing that?”
He chuckled again. “No, baby. I meant we just had unprotected sex, multiple times.”
I groaned and closed my eyes, covering my face with my hands. “Yeah, that was…” I trailed off because the guilt and shame started to creep up my spine.
“Lauren,” Paul began rubbing my leg. “I’m clean. I’ve been tested recently.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “Me, too. And I’ve been on birth control for a while now, so we’re good there.”
“So, we’re good then.”
He pulled my arm to signal me that he wanted me closer to him. I obeyed and sat up to straddle his hips. When I was inches from him, he put his hand on my cheek and caressed my face. He held me still with his dark blue eyes, the look in them getting me all hot and bothered all over again.
Damn sexy ass firefighter with abs of steel, talented penis, and unbridled stamina.
“You are so beautiful,” he cooed softly, right before his lips claimed mine. I could feel my aching, sore pussy starting to wake up again. I could feel his dick swell next to me and all I wanted was to have him sink inside of me despite me being sore as hell. I moaned into his mouth wondering how in the hell could he want to do it again.
I was about to ask him that very question when I heard footsteps above us. Holy Shit!
I pulled away from Paul, eyes wide, and he just looked like nothing was wrong.
“Is that Sabrina?” I blurted, jumping up from his lap lightning fast.
“No.”
“How do you know? Are you sure?” I asked him frantically looking around for my dress.
Paul stood too and walked passed me, as I frantically searched for my clothes, as if nothing was amiss. He went to a door underneath his steps and pulled out some jeans. He put them on and walked up to me. He grabbed me by my neck and kissed me still.
“Just stay put. I’ll be right back.” he instructed, kissed me again before he let me go and headed upstairs.
I waited for him to close the basement door before I rummaged for my things. I finally found my dress, hanging from the ceiling fan, and put it on. I then foun
d my bra and stuck it… fuck I didn’t know where to put it. I quickly pulled up my dress so I could put the thing back on. I then went looking for my underwear and couldn't find it anywhere.
Oh, crap where is it? Suddenly, I remembered that Paul had ripped them off me and tossed it somewhere in the basement. I waved off looking for the ruined material, grabbed my shoes and started to creep up the basement steps. I didn’t hear anything so I quietly opened the door and entered the kitchen.
I came around the corner and damn near ran into a shirtless Paul, showing like a 24 pack of abdominal muscles with that v shaped muscle pointing to what I had labeled my happy place. The memory of his talents came over me and I couldn’t help it, I licked my lips in hunger.
“Can’t keep still, can you?” he smirked.
I looked up at him and tried to focus on his eyes and not the need that was rising between my legs. Calm down you slut, I said silently to my vagina.
I asked him slowly, “Who was that?”
He sighed. “It was Samson. He was coming over to check on me and to give me an update on Vargas.” I looked at him expectantly and he continued, “He said Vargas will be fine.”
I sighed and hugged him. “Oh, Paul that’s good news, right?”
I moved back from him shyly as he smiled at me. “Yes, it is. Samson told me he should be able to receive guests tomorrow, so we’re going to see him before our shift.”
I looked at him confused and he explained, “Chief let me and Samson off for a few hours to get our shit together. I’ll be back on my shift in the morning.”
I nodded my understanding but remained quiet. He stopped smiling and looked at me. “So, you’re leaving?”
I nodded and moved closer to the door. “Oh, yeah. I need to get going. Um… I can’t locate my panties so…”
“I can help you look for them.” he offered. No, no, no, that’s not a good idea. If I went back downstairs with him, I wouldn’t be able to leave.
“No, that’s okay. You ripped them off anyway. So…” The smirk that spread along his handsome face made me roll my eyes. “Anyway, I’m glad your friend is okay and that you’re okay.”
“Lauren, stay?” he asked softly, moving closer to me.
I replied in kind. “I can’t, Paul.”
He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he pinned them on me but didn’t utter another word. I tried to meet his heated yet concerning eyes but I couldn’t take it. My heart felt as if it was going to explode in my chest, it was beating out of control.
I broke our connection before Paul could ask me to stay again or worse touch me. I turned from him and opened his back door. I walked down the steps and stepped into his backyard. Lucky for me our back gates were right next to each other deep in the back of our houses, away from the street and nosey neighbors. I got to my back porch rather quickly and looked over to find him standing on his porch watching me. I could see the hurt in his eyes even in the dark so I couldn’t risk looking any longer.
I did a terrible thing and I felt awful. I was officially a home wrecker, an adulterer. I gave him a quick smile before I disappeared into my house. I closed and locked the sliding glass door, and ran upstairs. I made a beeline to my bathroom, took off my dress and got into the shower.
Paul
I watched her leave my house with the quickness of a scared cat and sighed. I knew the moment she ignored my direction to stay put, and appeared from the basement, that I fucked up badly and I had zero idea how to fix it.
Having sex with Lauren wasn’t what I had planned. Well, it was, but I had no idea it would happen so soon after my split with Sabrina. I should have stopped her from entering the basement. The way I was feeling, the guilt, the remorse, the helplessness, they were each eating away at me like a flesh-eating virus. My emotions were all over the place, exposing me, weakening me, but my dumb ass thought I could handle it; handle her. Fuck, was I wrong. The second I heard her voice, I just about fell apart, gave in and went to her.
My feeble attempt at harshness and coldness didn’t deter her in the least, which I knew deep down it wouldn’t do shit but encourage her. Still, I managed to keep my shit. I kept telling myself that she wasn’t mine to touch. She wasn’t mine to taste or to get lost in. I even felt my determination to resist her grow stronger, that was until I saw her.
Daamnn... she was sexy as hell.
She was wearing a simple summer dress; nothing too tight or anything. But the dress, the way the color made her skin glow and the way it clung to her body as if it had been specifically made for her, had my dick harder than it’s ever been.
And those gotdamn heels…
She looked amazing and completely fuckable. I was toast when I saw her. I knew it and felt it. My resolve melted away and absolution flooded me. I knew without a shadow of a doubt, she wasn’t leaving my basement untouched. Of course, I’d warn her of her demise; I wasn’t an asshole. But I told myself that if she gave me just a hint that she wanted me, I was going for it.
The feel of her lips against mine was what did me in.
The memory of her taste, her touch, flooded me in a flash and I took her, claimed her for myself. Nothing else mattered in that moment but me and her. The feel of her skin, the scent of her desires drove me insane. God, I had wanted her for so long. I wanted her body to be mine. I wanted to make her feel good, hell better than she ever felt before and I knew with ever fiber in my being that I would do just that.
I got lost in her sweetness. Goosebumps had appeared all over my body with anticipation of sliding into her wet, hot core. And when I did, when I changed our relationship for good, I damn near lost it all. I had never in my life been with a woman like Lauren. She fit under me and on top of me as if she was made for me.
Her pussy… fuck. She felt so good and tight that I had to slow down or I wouldn’t have lasted, and I needed to. I needed to put away my desires and make sure hers was fulfilled completely. It was just… her moans and cries of ecstasy fed my soul with hope, lust, and a deep need to fuck her in half. I didn’t want to go slow or take my time. I wanted to blow her mind. I wanted her to feel desired and needed more than she ever felt before. And by the time I had her panting and sated, lying on the rug desperately trying to catch her breath, I knew I achieved my goal. What I didn’t expect was the regret that was evident in her eyes when she left and I had no idea how to make it better.
I walked back inside my house, trying to figure how I could fix this. I started to call Samson but I decided against it. I didn’t want to hear his mouth confirm just how much I fucked this up. Instead, I took a shower, got dressed and went to the hospital to check on Vargas.
I made it to the hospital, only to find out visiting hours were over. I was just about to turn around and leave but caught sight of Vargas’s wife, Maria, walking toward me. I walked up to her and gave her a huge hug.
“He’s been asking about you, wondering if you we’re okay. I was just about to call you.” She told me in perfect English.
Maria and Jesus Vargas were native Puerto Ricans but had been in the United States since they were young. Maria was short and thick with long black hair, and Vargas was taller than most Puerto Ricans with black hair and a lean body. They both were fluent in English and Spanish despite them growing up here in the states. They believed in knowing their heritage and brought up their kids to be the same.
“How is he?” I asked her.
“Oh, you know he’s pretending he’s fine but he has some damage to his lungs. It’s going to take some time to heal but he’ll be okay. My Jesus is strong.”
I nodded and smiled at her, but secretly I knew what Vargas’s condition meant. He would never be able to be an active firefighter again.
“Well, can you tell him I’ll stop by before my shift tomorrow?”
“Oh no. I have been instructed to make sure you came to see him tonight. You take my place and I’ll give you a few to be with him.” She patted my cheek, smiled at me before she walked away,
heading toward the elevators behind me.
I stood there for a few minutes, as she walked away, in order to get my shit in order. The last thing I wanted to do was show just how guilty I felt when I walked in to see Vargas. He would see right through me, and chew my ass out, if I didn’t get my emotions in check. I took a few more deep breaths before I grew a set and headed to his room.
At the sound of me opening the door to his room, Vargas turned his head in my direction and smiled when he saw it was me.
“I wondered when you’d show your ugly mug,” he whispered once I was close to his bed, his voice sounding raspy and hoarse.
I smiled down at him stamping down the emotions as I greeted my mentor. “How you doing, sir?” I pulled up a chair next to his bed and sat down.
“Eh, they’re making a fuss out of nutting.”
I nodded and forced a smile. “Yeah, well. Knowing you, you’re probably giving them a hard time.” I replied, my voice light.
Vargas and I met when I joined the academy. He was my instructor. Back then, I was sure he could read minds. He always knew when I got into some shit before I even thought about getting into it. He always knew exactly what I was thinking and tonight, as I sat in front of him now, the way he narrowed his eyes at me, I knew he was reading me even now.
“Hey, don’t you blame yourself for this, you hear me?” He tried to look stern when he spoke to me, but the guilt was still eating away at me. “I should be thanking you for your quick thinking. This could have been far worse if you weren’t there.”
I nodded but didn’t respond to his declaration. Instead, I said, “Look, I’m just glad you’re alive.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I quickly changed the subject when I felt a knot in my throat forming. I cleared it and decided to give him a rundown of everything that happened at the scene. In Vargas fashion though, he didn’t care about the semantics of procedures and shit, he wanted to know about the people we managed to get out and how many we were able to help from that one apartment. I gave him the low down on the family he saved. We weren’t able to save their belongings, but at least they were alive.
