Dallas Fire & Rescue_Hazard_Station 71

by Xyla Turner

  With a few more licks, Hazard kissed his way up my body and when he reached the middle of my chest, he said, “I’ll say.”

  I’m not sure why I laughed, but I burst right into a hearty chuckle.

  “You scared of me, sweetheart? That why you are laughing like that?” Hazard asked.

  Well, that stopped my laughter right away because I wasn’t scared of a thing.

  “Hell, no. Bring it Hazard,” I replied.

  “Oh, don’t you worry.” His smile grew lazy. “I’m just getting started.”

  Leaning into the drawer, next to his bed, Hazard pulled a three-pack of condoms and laid them on the bed. He tore the package of one with his teeth, then quickly put it on his huge package. The anticipation of him moving on top of me was killing me softly, but there was nothing to stop us, nobody to call us and I was ready.

  God, I was ready.

  Actually, I was overdue. Therefore, I was super ready.

  “I meant what I said about you.” Hazard lined his dick up to my waiting pussy. “You deserve a man that will worship you always. Going to do that, starting tonight.”

  Oh shit.

  He inserted his large cock into me and after a few pumps, he was fully seated, and my breath was caught in my throat. Hazard pulled my thigh back and wrapped it around his waist, while he plunged in and out of me, like a man rocking on a boat. The rhythm was easy, the pleasure was pulsing and my body was under arrest by this strong man. He strummed a tune on my clit with able fingers, and the breath I never released remained caught into the virtual space. It was too much. My body felt like it was about to explode into little itty-bitty pieces.

  “Faster,” I finally breathed. “Oh, Hazard, faster.”

  He obeyed me, allowing me to meet his every thrust in mid-stroke.

  “Harder,” I sighed. “Please.”

  Damn, I was begging the man.

  “Fuck, I love it,” he murmured as he pushed in hard and fast into my sopping heat.

  “I’m about to cum, Hazard.” My breaths were hitched, and I was about to lose my damn mind. “Hazzaarrrd.”

  “Cum all over my cock, sweetheart.” His grip grew tighter and his strokes became sporadic. “Fuck, baby. Cum.”

  One more stroke and I came completely apart. Falling back as he kept pushing in to finish in the condom, with a loud roar.

  “Fuck, Trecia,” he sighed and fell on top of me.

  I laid there for a good minute until I was able to compose myself and then I scooted from under Hazard until I was able to sit up. I took another minute to make sure I could stand because, goodness, that was hot and the aftershocks were still coursing through my body. Then my feet hit the floor, and I stood.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Hazard’s gruff voice called to me.

  “Well, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.” I shrugged and turned to get my clothes off the floor.

  “Oh no you don’t.” Hazard hooked my elbow like he’d done before. “You’re not leaving. We’re not done. Told you we were just getting started. You only came twice. Know you got a few more wrangled in there.”

  Once again, my breath caught in my throat, but before I could find it, he had me back on the bed and his hands between my legs.

  “Give me a second to get rid of this condom. Then we can talk about how rough and hard you want it.” The man slapped my mound and I swear, I could have come if he did it again. It felt like my whole body was switched on.

  When Hazard returned, the man proved why his name was just that. It was not healthy to have him inside you for any long length of time. Not only did I come a few more times, but he had me doing things I only read in books. Rope ties, rimming and finger fucking my tight hole.

  By the next morning, I felt like I had been electronically shocked, which meant the man was a danger to my health. In a good way, but oh my God, I felt like I was hungover and there were only three girly drinks, which means barely any alcohol.

  “Morning, sleepy head.” I heard from behind me.

  “Ugh,” I mumbled. I could not speak. I needed to brush my teeth and fix the poof of hair that was sure to be on my head since I didn’t wear a scarf.

  “Oh, you’re pleasant,” Hazard said before slapping my ass.

  “Shut up,” I hissed as I slowly moved from under the covers. “Where’s your bathroom?”

  “Down the hall. You can’t miss it,” he called as I left the room as quickly as possible. “Come downstairs when you finish.”

  It was easy enough to find a packaged toothbrush in the cabinet under his sink and a little water helped to put my massive curly bush in a ponytail. After quickly putting on my clothes and grabbing my other shoe off the top of the staircase, I made my descent downstairs. The closer I moved toward my destination the more I smelled food. Breakfast to be exact. Bacon, coffee and probably pancakes.

  The man had cooked?

  Hazard was in the kitchen, standing over the counter, with a grip on a waffle maker.

  “You made breakfast?” I asked, not hiding my shock.

  “Don’t sound so surprised,” he returned. “I can cook. Sit.”

  Well, then.

  I sat.

  At the counter, several newspapers were stacked. Grabbing one of them, I began to flip through it.

  “How do you feel?” Hazard asked with a quick glance as he continued to hold the black handle.

  “I’m fine,” I lied because he didn’t need to know just in case he wanted to do a repeat.

  “Good,” he replied and let go off the appliance handle. “Food will be up in a minute.”

  Hazard pressed a button on the microwave, moved the waffle to another plate with a waffle, then placed it in front of me. When the microwave dinged, he pulled out eggs and bacon, divided them up and joined me at the counter. Syrup, forks, and juice were already out, so we were ready.

  “Eat up,” he commanded and grabbed his fork. “You’re going to need all the energy you can get.”

  Well, there goes my panties again.

  Chapter 7

  Axel Hazard

  It wasn’t what I expected at all. It was a hundred times better, which meant this wasn’t going to be a one-night thing. Nope. Trecia will be lucky if I let her leave before Monday morning.

  Seriously.

  I swear, whatever was keeping me from taking her fully before had stopped. There was no barrier on my side or hers. She came when I said, she did what I asked and even explored more than I had before in the bedroom. No holds bar with no limits.

  I fucking loved it.

  Yeah, she wasn’t leaving because I wasn’t letting her.

  This plan worked all the way up until dinner when she realized I was making reservations for us to have dinner, and she had no clean clothes or underwear. We had shower sex, kitchen sex and even stairway sex when she tried to go upstairs. It was like I couldn’t help myself and my woman was ready every time.

  It was too early to call her mine, but I was working on it; that was for sure. It seemed inevitable as if it were the next step.

  “Hazard, I got to go home,” she pleaded, while I pressed her into the wall inside my foyer.

  “Stay, we’ll get dinner delivered.” I was not asking.

  “Hazard,” she said in a stern voice. “I know I let you get your way most of the time, but this has been fun. I got to go home though.”

  This was not sitting right with me.

  At all.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Really? I need clean clothes for starters,” Trecia answered. “And, I need to water my plants and shit.”

  “Fine,” I answered.

  “Fine?” she asked with a slight hesitation. “Just fine?”

  “Yeah,” I let her go. “I’ll drop you off. Give me a moment.”

  As I ran upstairs, I heard her call back, “Why do I feel like there’s a catch.”

  I didn’t answer her until I came back down with my duffle bag full of shit.

  “Cause I�
��m staying with you,” I shared.

  “Oh, boy.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

  “You said that a little too easy,” I found myself saying when she gave in so quickly.

  All the woman did was laugh, and that did bode well because this was the same one that grabbed me by the balls.

  We arrived at her two-bedroom apartment in the Bedford-Stuyvesant, also known as Bed Stuy, area of Brooklyn. It was a nice place but clearly gentrified with all the happening shops only walking distance away. Trecia made a comment about this not being the same place she grew up and on some level, I understood that, since even the Bronx had changed a lot. Which is why I bought a place and moved right outside of my old stomping grounds. After Pops passed away, everything was different.

  It was a cozy place that looked just like her. Soft tone colors everywhere. African art on the wall and even a portrait of herself, probably when she was in college or something. It was cute, and it was all her.

  “You have a nice place,” I mention as I watch her water the plants, which I doubted she had at first.

  “Thanks,” she smiled at me. “Still can’t believe you came.”

  “You didn’t want me to?” I asked.

  “No, I just… I don’t know.” She turned to face me. “I’m not sure how to do this. You know, this. I’m not sure what the protocol is after you sleep with someone. I thought you leave.”

  She laughed, but it wasn’t due to something being funny but nerves, I bet.

  I moved into her space, even though she claimed she disliked it and cupped her face before saying, “You’re not leaving.”

  “Hazard!” she breathed. “You’re making me crazy.”

  “Good. We’re going out, so are you going to freshen up now or want to eat in?” I asked.

  Trecia didn’t even hesitate. “Now.”

  We went out to the hibachi restaurant since she had never been. The woman’s eyes lit up like a kid when they performed the tricks with the food. She even caught the shrimp in her mouth when the cook went around the table. Once we were nice and stuffed, we came back to her apartment where she turned on the game and went to unload our leftovers in the refrigerator.

  “You enjoy yourself?” I asked as I started watching the half-time show.

  “Oh my God, yes. That was so much fun. Is it like that everywhere?” she called back from the kitchen.

  “Yeah, all the ones I’ve been to over the years,” I answered.

  “Yeah, I don’t really eat Chinese or Japanese food, but that was a nice treat.” She came back into her living room. “Thanks for taking me.”

  “Of course.” I nodded. “Tomorrow, we can go to Staten Island. There’s a place I want to show you.”

  The highlights from today’s game scrolled across the screen but when I didn’t hear Trecia’s voice anymore, I turned to see her staring at me as she stood next to the couch.

  “What?” I asked.

  Her eyes were low, but the hunger was there still. She moved in front of me, slid to her knees, and began to unbuckle my pants, so she could pull them and my underwear down.

  Fuck. This woman...

  Her hands grabbed onto my cock and with each touch of her soft skin and I was ready to cum right there on her cushioned couch. Trecia moved her head toward my pulsing member and whispered, “I’m a little sore, but this, I’ve been dying to taste.”

  “Holy shit.” I exhaled and opened my legs more so she could get comfortable.

  Those lips touched the head in a light kiss, then her hot tongue, rubbed up and down the shaft, like it was her favorite taffy. It wasn’t until my cock was in her mouth that I grabbed her hair and begin to push into her wet mouth.

  Goddamn.

  Each stroke, suction and view of those lips engulfed around my large cock and all I wanted was her to swallow every drop of my cum. I hit the back of her throat, only to hear a slight gag. Bending down I whispered, “Relax your throat, sweetheart. I’m clean. Swallow for me.”

  Her eyes had tears sliding out of them from the act, but she looked marvelous. With a nod of her head, she took me deeper and the lightning that coursed down my spine, had me gripping her tighter and then I erupted with a roar.

  “Fuuuccckkk,” I exhaled.

  Trecia’s mouth was full of my cock and she swallowed every bit of my release. Nothing dribbled out, there was no slobber and she cleaned my shaft before it popped out of her mouth.

  Swear on everything, I was going to marry this lady.

  “Next time, Trec.” I kissed the side of her mouth. “Make a big fucking mess.”

  My woman smiled, and I knew. Just knew, there would be a next time. This did not end this weekend.

  ****

  The following Monday, Trecia had to work, but I was still off. She was not comfortable with anyone knowing she and I had started a thing as she put it. One thing I did make sure was clear between the two of us, we started something, and it did not end last weekend. She had five more weeks before her assignment with Station 71 was over but the woman was a damn miracle worker. Not only was she steadily working with Toad and I, but helping people with their marriages, kids, divorces, coming out of the closet and the integration of a female fire fighter that wanted to transfer to our house.

  Oddly enough, as progressive as I thought my men could be, that notion of a female firefighter threw some men for a loop. Lionel, who was the cook, even weighed in one day and received a few head nods.

  “All I’m saying is that as good as she might look; her ass can’t carry me out of a burning building,” Lionel said with his chest poked out as if he knew what he said was the God’s honest truth.

  After the grunts of agreement went around, it was Toad of all people that said, “I can’t even carry your big ass out of a burning building.”

  All by myself, I burst out laughing and threw one of my tennis balls at Toad.

  “Toss that at his head for talking all that shit,” I told the probie.

  He reluctantly laughed and threw the ball at Lionel and so did I.

  “I’m surprised at y’all,” I said and stood up. “The woman wants to be a firefighter and save lives, who the fuck are we to say she can’t? Shit, everyone one of us has had or still has someone telling us what we shouldn’t or can’t do. I’m surprised. Disappointed and surprised. Give her a fucking chance. She may outrun all of y’all asses and guess what Lionel. There are more jobs in this house than carrying people from burning buildings. We’re a goddamn team and we fucking work together. So, she may not be able to do it by herself, but that’s what we’re here for. I don’t want to hear that shit no more. Swear to God, don’t wanna hear it. She’s lazy or don’t want to do shit, that’s one thing. But just because she’s a woman. They’re in armed forces, the police, SWAT, and every aspect of life. We are better than that.”

  I dropped the basket of tennis balls on the ground and turned around to see the Chief standing there with a small smile on his face. I nodded at him and left to get a sandwich from the corner store. Rex caught up with me while I was ordering and said, “Make that two.”

  He had a silly smirk on his face, which made me scowl at him before saying, “What?”

  “Nothing, man. Just nothing.” He looked as if he would burst with laughter at that point.

  “Would you just say whatever fuckery you’re going to spit,” I snapped before turning on my heels to get a liter of water from the refrigerator.

  Rex followed suit and said, “Just, you know. Happy for you. I mean, what’s it been, almost four weeks, with you and the mediator sneaking around and shit. Like nobody sees y’all eye-fucking each other every chance you get? But hey, whatever floats your boat, but in this case. Because your boat is being floated, then we reap the benefits. How’s yoga coming along?”

  At that time, I wish I had my tennis balls because I would have dumped them all over his head.

  “Shut the fuck up,” I hissed and rolled my eyes.

  “What?” He shrugged like he had no
idea of the dig he was throwing my way. “She’s good for you. But seriously though, what you said back there about the female firefighter. That’s the type of leader we need. That’s why the Chief got a mediator, who’s doing more for you than us, but fuck, we’ll take it.”

  As much as I wanted to downplay the moment, I knew that is what Rex meant those weeks ago when Trecia started with the mediations. I knew the magnitude, and it felt good to hear.

  “Thanks man,” I said with a nod. “Appreciate it.”

  “Yeah, well.” He shrugged and that would be the end of that sentimental moment. “Speaking of, where’s Trecia? I thought she was with us for six weeks. It’s only the end of four. Plus, my wife and I wanted to cook her dinner for helping us solve the case of private versus public. Won’t you come too? LaToya would be ecstatic. She always tells me she ain’t seen you in a while.”

  I used to think Rex invited me over to his house for sympathy but his wife and kids, totally welcomed me into their family. His daughter calls me Uncle Haz and they seemed to enjoy my company.

  Over the past four weeks, every moment I wasn’t at the station, I’d been with Trecia. I told her we started something, but now, I think it’s running us. We’ve been all over the city, from movies to Broadway, to more hibachi places and mystery dinners. It was so natural and seamless, it almost scared me. Her as well. We hadn’t had the conversation about what would happen after the six weeks, or where we were headed. But I did know, I wanted to take her away on a nice drive, next weekend, to my cabin in Lake Placid. We could figure out our next move.

  “She had a doctor’s appointment,” I told Rex. “She’s on the late shift today.”

  “Nice,” he said with a smile. “Happy for you, man.”

  “Foods up,” the deli guy called.

  By the time we got back to the station, and ate our food, the siren rang. It was the one, we dreaded to hear because it was a call for the fire engine, the ladder truck and rescue squad.

  “High-rise building fire on the eighteenth floor and has spread to the fifteenth. People are trapped between the three. Evacuation is still in progress.” Rex was giving us the rundown from his phone as we headed to load our gear and equipment and get there. “ETA is six minutes.”