by Kat Catesby
I leave ELM in an excited daze and immediately pick up my phone and call Lucy.
“It’s about time, Harper. You’ve been there a few days now and all I’ve had is text messages!” she grumbles but there’s no anger behind it.
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been busy repairing a relationship, moving into a new home, and finding a new job. You know, the usual stuff,” I laugh.
“So things are going well with you and Mason?”
“Yes. There were a few terrifying minutes where I thought we’d made the wrong choice with flying me out here, but we’ve talked out a lot of our issues and Mason has shouldered a lot of the responsibility for all the things that went wrong.”
“Rightly so,” she says, like the true best friend she is.
“He’s trying and I feel happy…I’m happy here, Lucy.”
“I know. It was obvious from the way you were too busy to call your best friend,” she teases.
“I’m still adjusting. My life has completely changed and L.A. is massive. I got lost the other day and it turned out I was still on the same street I started on. I kid you not,” I can hear Lucy trying not to laugh down the phone but she fails miserably. “There are just so many people,” I try to justify, knowing full well it’s futile. “Nothing was familiar and I panicked. I ended up calling Mason, who was on shift but between calls, and he had to come and pick me up.”
“Who the hell needs to be rescued from the street she started on, Kels?” Lucy cries in hysterics.
“Me, apparently. It was humiliating and I get the impression that neither he nor you will let me live it down.”
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Okay, Cupcake, you can stop laughing now.”
“I would if I could.”
“Well in other news, I was just offered a job; I start next Monday.”
“With ELM? A Mr. Lewis called here this morning enquiring about you.”
“I know, he mentioned he did some background research on me so I’m just grateful he spoke to you and not Stevens.”
“Like Stevens ever picks up the phone. The man only takes calls that have been through us first and there’s no way in hell I was putting Ethan Lewis through to that dick.”
“And I am eternally thankful for that. They offered me a Senior Assistant position; I’m someone else’s boss! I can’t wrap my head around it. I know Mason doesn’t need my financial input but knowing that I have money to spend on things I’d like and to help with bills is a huge relief. I’ve always been able to take care of myself and getting this job shows me that I can claw myself back from the brink, even after the Foxes do their worst.”
“Congratulations, Kelsey. I’m so proud of you. I never doubted you would bounce back and kick-ass, but I’m proud of you all the same.”
“Thank you, Cupcake. You were the first person I wanted to tell.”
“That’s because you feel guilty for not calling me for several days, Harper,” she teases.
“So true –”
My sentence is cut short by high pitched screeching and meowing and Lucy shouting fuck.
“The neighbor’s damn cat is on our porch and fighting with Ember again, gotta run. Love you.”
“Love you too. I hope Ember is okay,”
“That kitten has claws; it’s the neighbor’s cat I’m worried about.”
“Bye, Cupcake,” I laugh.
Lucy hangs up the phone and I call the only other person in the world I want to talk to. The thought pulls me up short as I realize it’s been ages since I spoke to my parents and that life has changed so much that it’s going to require a very long conversation. I console myself with the knowledge that they are too busy enjoying themselves to find time for that conversation and I instantly don’t feel so bad for not wanting to call them with my good news.
Mason answers the phone after the second ring.
“How’d it go?” he asks eagerly.
“I got the job,” I say excitedly.
I can hear him whoop and several other voices cheering in the background. That’s what I love about firefighters, they are family. Mason might not have been at Firehouse Sixty-Six for long, but they care enough about him to cheer on my successes. It feels good.
“Never had a doubt, Baby Girl. Tonight, we’re going to celebrate in style.”
I can hear the hidden meaning behind his words and mentally start sorting through my sexy lingerie options to make the man crazy with need…
Fuck it.
I just got a job.
Let’s go shopping instead (I can neither confirm nor deny that I may have a growing sexy lingerie addiction).
I always used to think you had to have a perfect, tiny body for that level of sexiness until I had another fuck it moment and bought an elegant and slightly conservative Basque, tried it on, and tentatively turned to face a mirror to discover that thigh-gap or not, my body could be sexy beautiful.
Since then, my collection has become more risqué with each new item I purchase.
“See you tonight,” I say to Mason in my best sultry, come-to-bed, voice.
It must do the trick because he growls ever-so-slightly down the phone like he’s clearing his throat and the sound sends tingles south of my belly button.
“Tonight,” he confirms, “love you, Kels.”
“Love you too.”
Chapter Fifteen
Mason
Outside of work and the treadmill, there aren’t many times where you’ll catch me running, for anything. But it’s safe to say I all but sprint to my car at the end of my shift.
Four whole, uninterrupted days of just me and Kelsey.
I can’t wait to just spend proper quality time with her but my dick is twitching at the thought of all the sex we’re going to have. It’s been too fucking long since I had her properly and I refuse to count the morning before last as that was just me teasing her to release.
Okay, so my dick was enveloped in the silky, hot promised land that is her pussy, but I didn’t move or work myself to completion then or any time since. And I kid you not, you have no idea how gargantuan the effort was to not buck my hips while I was balls deep in the woman I love. I didn’t think I was capable of such self-restraint, especially since reigniting our relationship; I never want to let her out of my sight, my hands itch to touch her constantly, even just to feel the smoothness of her skin under my fingertips. My mouth wants to be permanently glued to hers, my tongue dancing with hers while I breathe the air I’m stealing from her lungs. So when my dick was deep inside her I was so blissed out I could barely see straight. How the fuck I managed to focus enough to tease her by staying stationary is beyond me.
…And not something I plan on repeating anytime soon. The next time her pussy glides down my throbbing shaft, I plan on making us both insane with lust until she’s a shaking mess of orgasming flesh in my arms and I’m filling her so full of my cum that it drips out past her puffy pink labia and all over my balls.
I love watching how engorged Kelsey’s clit and lips become and the second I walk through the apartment door, I’m going to strip her naked, sprawl her on the nearest flat surface and devour her delicious pussy until she squirts all over my face.
I’m dehydrated for a taste of her, been deprived of drinking from her sexy little cunt for too long.
I pull into my parking space, not entirely sure how I got here my mind is so focused on Kelsey and the need I have for her.
I take the stairs two steps at a time until I’m pushing open my front door with all the force my desperation for the woman waiting within demands.
…And Holy Fucking Christ – the woman is ten steps ahead of me: the blinds are closed, the room lit only by candles (in bell jars on the stone countertop; gotta love her attention to detail regarding fire safety and her allowances for my over-cautious paranoia on that front), and she’s wearing the sexiest body stocking I’ve ever seen.
I’ve not seen this one before so I’m going to assume she bought the s
canty lace number specifically for tonight.
I was sporting a semi the whole drive home; now I’m rock hard and straining against the zipper of my pants as I drink in Kelsey’s lace clad body: Black stilettos, lace top stockings attached to a revealing bodice where the delicate lace reveals the rounded swells of her breasts, rising and falling with her ragged breathing as she watches me taking her in. Her nipples pebble and poke between gaps in the lace, tantalizing me with their dusty rose color. I’m salivating to bite down on the sweet little buds.
Just when I think I can’t get any harder or ache any more to feel her, she places her stiletto clad left foot shoulder-width apart from her right, exposing herself to me and highlighting that the bodystocking is crotchless. Kelsey’s sexy little pussy shimmers with her wetness in the low light and I can’t wait another second.
I have to taste her.
I need to lick those wet folds until she’s begging for my cock to take her deeply.
I stride over and take her face in my hands and claim her mouth before she can say a word. She moans softly as my tongue delves deeply and tangles with hers, her body melded to mine as I press against her and walk her back to the coffee table.
When the backs of her knees make contact with the glass, I keep pushing her body until she has no choice but to sit and then lay on the table. I lift her knees and direct her hands to hold them apart and pulled up towards her chest, exposing every beautiful fold of her pussy for my perusal.
I kneel before her, taking her in, not touching her, just watching the rise and fall of her chest while she waits with bated breath for me to make my move, the anticipation making her so wet with lust that I can see it dripping slowly from her glistening core. Her pussy clenches with need, fluttering before my eyes.
“I – I thought I was supposed to beg you for sex?” she says in a whisper, her breath barely there.
“We aren’t playing games anymore, Baby Girl. If you aren’t ready for our relationship to be sexual, say now. Although if that’s the case, you really shouldn’t have worn this scrap of underwear,” I say, my voice as thick and needy as my cock. My fingers pull one of the garter straps tight and then release, sending the elastic slapping into the milky flesh of her ass, highlighting my point about her inappropriate attire should she want to keep things non-sexual.
“Mason?” she asks, her voice a sultry rasp.
“Yes, Baby Girl?”
“Fuck me already,” she demands, a devilish glint in her chocolate eyes as she watches my mouth descend to her other lips without hesitation.
Normally I like to give the orders, but her command is one demand I’m happy to acquiesce to…I’m not saying I’m not going to make her squirm for her climax though.
I’ve done nothing but show her hunger and desperation so she’s expecting me to dive in and devour her ruthlessly, instead, I slow at the last second and gently caress the flat of my tongue along her opening. Tasting her, but not applying too much pressure.
Kelsey’s hips jerk and she lets out an involuntary moan, gasping air back into her lungs when I pull my tongue away before it reaches her clit.
I do this several more times before sucking on her core, the tip of my tongue probing ever so slightly deeper into her opening but always avoiding her clit. Her writhing body seeks out anything to provide friction where she wants it, but I deny her…only for a little while.
She made the demand, but she’s not in control.
Kelsey lays on the table, exposed and wanting, surrendering herself to me.
Outside of the bedroom, I’d say we’re equal partners, neither one of us more dominant than the other, although I think there are some areas where she sees me as older and wiser and is happy to defer to me in certain situations.
It’s another matter inside the bedroom; she offers herself up and I take all that she is willing to give. I’m a lucky son of a bitch because she surrenders herself entirely to me and the pleasure she knows I’ll lavish upon her body.
I’m in control.
And when Kelsey remembers that, she’ll get what she wants.
It doesn’t take long before she stops trying to drive me towards her clit and her legs begin to tremble with need. She digs her nails into her legs, her pussy dripping with desire and she lets out the softest, sweetest little plea.
“Please, Mason.”
I only said she didn’t have to beg me for sex anymore, that we weren’t playing that game. I didn’t say anything about not making her beg once the sex started.
I grin devilishly, enjoying her torment.
“Please,” she repeats on a ragged breath.
At this point, denying her is just denying myself, so I give us what we both want and flick my tongue across the hardened peak of her clit.
Kelsey sighs in contentment and her body melts and relaxes into my rhythm of strokes and flicks. When I feel her muscles begin to tighten, I seal my mouth around her and suck, hard. She groans loudly and I look up to see her pinching her nipples, head thrown back in pleasure, her back arching. It doesn’t take long before her climax builds and bursts through her body.
I love watching Kelsey come; she goes silent for about ten seconds before her orgasm crashes over her, and considering she’s vocal in her appreciation for all things pleasurable, it’s a pretty big giveaway that she’s about to come.
Kelsey bucks her body as she rides out the sensations, screaming beautifully, her pussy flooding my mouth.
After the first few waves of orgasm subside and the trembling of her body is less intense, I plunge two thick fingers deep into her sensitive cunt, feeling the sticky wetness. I curl them just so and a high-pitched keening escapes her lips, tortured and desperate. Kelsey’s body shudders again, her core contracting, limbs jerking as if her whole body is being electrocuted with ecstasy and liquid lust pours out of her pussy and down my forearm in musky rivulets as I push her body into a second climax.
I lap and drink her juices before removing my mouth and watching my fingers pump the final few squirts of her cum onto the glass table, where it pools beneath her. Her cunt flutters around my fingers, her labia and clit flushed a deep red and swollen to perfection.
Kelsey doesn’t have multiple orgasms easily. Before she met me, she’d never even had one. None of her previous lovers had expended the effort to help her get there so she assumed she couldn’t. When it came to self-love, because she believed she was incapable of multiple bliss, she always stopped after one climax instead of exploring her limits further.
As a young woman, Kelsey’s sexual experience was limited to younger men who happened to be quite selfish lovers. That’s not to say all young men are greedy in bed and less committed to returning the favor, but with age comes experience and more time spent discovering how to pleasure a woman and exploring boundaries.
From my experience and those of my friends of a similar age, we seem to get dirtier and a little kinkier as we get older. We’re more driven by deeper connections and more satisfying pleasure. We don’t just want to fuck, cum, and run; we want the all-consuming madness of amazing sexual connections and that requires learning the mind and body of the person you are making love to.
I think that’s part of the reason Kelsey wasn’t fazed by my age; she wanted to learn from someone with more life experience. Neither of us was expecting to fall in love, but I’m so glad that we did. Even if we did have to split up to become stronger.
I was still learning about Kelsey’s body and desires when I ended the relationship after six months and now that I have her back, I’m not going to be complacent in learning about the rest of her.
I give her a second to come back down from her high, her body going limp on the cool glass, her breathing still labored pants as she gulps in oxygen, the occasional spasm still causing her limbs to twitch. I can’t help the smirk of satisfaction I feel pulling at my lips as I pull my t-shirt off over my head.
This snares Kelsey’s attention; she’s always been a fan of my powerful physique (tha
nk you, firefighter training) – I think my size and age play into Kelsey’s feeling of safety. She has a loving family but they aren’t really around and she’s been independently fending for herself for several years. With me, she gets to dump some of the mental load. She doesn’t have to carry her burdens alone; she gets to feel loved, cherished and knows that if she needs it, I’ll protect her and keep her safe.
…She also knows I’m not done with her yet.
I lean over her, my chest brushing against the texture of the lace, wrap her legs around my waist and lift. I quickly debate where I want to take her (physically and metaphorically) and decide I’m too impatient to carry her to the bedroom, so lay her down on the living room floor. I kiss her deeply and she sucks her flavor off my tongue, her hands fumbling with my belt and fly. Eventually, she works me free and her small hand wraps around my heated, aching cock. The head is completely covered in pre-come and I know there’s a sizeable wet spot in my boxers…not that we need the added lubrication, Kelsey is wet enough for me to slide all the way home easily.
I notch the pulsing head of my cock in her tight, wet opening and look deep in her chocolate eyes, savoring the moment, driving us both wilder with the anticipation.
“Please,” she begs breathlessly.
She doesn’t need to beg me, I’m already beyond reason with desperation for her.
Slowly, I tilt my hips and slip into the welcoming velvet of her pussy. Inch by torturous inch until I’m seated fully inside her, her delicate fingers digging into the flesh of my backside, trying to hold me in place.
We stay locked this way for a few moments, eyes gazing intently at the other, my body pressing into hers, her cunt fluttering rhythmically around my throbbing shaft. Then I pull out and abruptly slam back in, deeply, drilling her into the floor with the power of my thrust.
“YES,” she shrieks, her nails clawing at me for more.
I pound her pussy with punishing thrusts, swiveling my hips as I drive balls deep, my girth stretching her lewdly, her pussy juice slicking my shaft.
