by Amy Briggs
“I came to talk, I’m not going to apologize for what just happened though, it was fucking hot, and I know you can feel what you do to me.” Yes, I meant my rock hard cock. It was fucking aching, pressing up against my jeans, begging to be freed.
“I can feel it alright, and I’m not interested anymore, we’ve been down this road. You need to go. I have things to do here at the house, we can just forget about what happened here tonight, and any other night for that matter. I’ll be by the station next week to pick up my old stuff I know my dad kept as well as his things.” She pushed me away.
“You really want me to go?” I couldn’t believe she was kicking me out. We were both flushed, and she was fighting it hard.
“Yes, I do. Please go, now is really not the time for this discussion or anything else,” she looked down at the floor and wouldn’t make eye contact with me.
“I’ll do as you ask today, but we're not done talking, and after that,” I waved my hands in between us. “We have more than talking to do.” I wanted to press my body up against her again, and own her right there in the living room.
As soon as she'd stopped kissing me, I was missing it, feeling a pull to her. I’ve never felt that way. Ever. I loved it, and I was going to get to the bottom of it, but not today, I honestly don’t want to upset her today, she doesn’t deserve that. I probably shouldn’t have pushed her today, I’m kind of a dick. We'd just spent the whole day at her dad’s funeral and I even leaned on her for support. I definitely shouldn’t have done that; I looked down at my cock, who clearly had a mind of his own.
“I’m sorry, Jo,” I walked out the door, got in my truck and headed to the bar. I was off the following day, and I needed to drink off and shake the feeling that had come over me. I texted my brother and some guys from my shift and told them I’d meet up with them at Haligan’s, the usual firefighter hangout.
Oh, shit. What just happened? I touched my lips and my breath hitched; I cannot believe he just did that. I didn’t even fight back, I melted like butter right into him and it was so good. I was tingling all over, and even though it was so so wrong, I wanted it to happen again. Immediately. Ugh, how did I find myself in these situations? Well, it can’t happen again, I won’t let it. He’s just upset about my dad, and we got carried away. It would crush me if he rejected me again like last time and there’s no way he’d changed since then.
Brian was a notorious skirt chaser, and I already made the mistake of catching feelings for him a long time ago when we were growing up. Last year, when I told him how I felt and after the best kiss of my life, we parted ways with him saying, “we can never be together,” I was crushed. I was drunk as hell and shouldn’t have said anything to begin with, it was just a childhood crush anyway, but he was so cold about it that night. I can’t even believe he brought it up again. I’m certain that my dad knew how I felt about him, and that he secretly hoped I’d end up with Brian someday, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. From what I knew, he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, and he was definitely not a one woman guy, which I always knew, and I was more of a serial monogamist.
I went back to rummaging through my dad's things, and fussing with things nervously around the house. I tried doing the last few dishes that were left out, and put away anything leftover from the reception, all in an attempt to not think any more about Brian. I should have been thinking about my dad, not about getting shoved up against the wall in a way that left me getting moist between my legs and shuddering with excitement.
I decided I didn’t really want to be alone quite as much as I thought I did. Isn’t that always the way. Most of my friends and a few people that were my dad’s friends were all gathered at Haligan’s, which wasn’t really a surprise, that’s where everyone in emergency services hung out. Since some of my dad’s friends were going to be there, I felt like I needed to spend some more time hearing about how awesome he was, and also getting hammered. Drinking more would definitely take my mind off of that glorious kiss, and touching Brian’s perfect body. I rolled my eyes at myself, remembering that I didn’t think it could ever work out seriously, so it was a waste of time to keep fantasizing. But I still got butterflies thinking of his hands on me. I hoped he wouldn’t be there tonight, but I think deep down I knew he would be.
I went straight to the bar from Jo’s house, completely afflicted by her touch. Her lips on mine were all consuming to me and after waving my friends down, I headed straight to the bar to order a beer and a shot. I needed to get this damn woman off my mind. She’s right, she isn’t really just my responsibility, certainly not in the way I was making it, but I was feeling like I wanted her to be. That had to be my closeness to her father. She was practically my little sister if you think about it. Somehow my cock doesn’t know that though. Just thinking of her gave me a stiff dick and I had to adjust myself under the bar.
Matt and a bunch of the guys from the department were all there, the place was packed. “Hey, bro, what’s going on?” he asked me.
“Not much, stopped by to see Jo before coming here. She wasn’t in the mood for company though.” Except when she kissed me back, I thought.
“Yeah, she sent me on my way too, but I guess she changed her mind, she’s on her way here now too.”
I tried to hide my anxiety, or was it excitement? “Oh that’s cool. I’m gonna go play some pool with the guys.” I ordered another beer, and headed over to the pool tables, which had a perfect view of the front door. I'd be able to see when she came in. There were way too many people here for me to look like something was up, and I didn’t think I’d be able to talk to her about what happened between us yet after she pushed me out. Hell, I’m not even sure I would know what to say. All I really knew was that I wanted to get my mouth on hers again, as soon as possible. About fifteen minutes later, she walked in and headed straight to Matt and a couple of the guys at the bar. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but they both looked in my direction, and I caught her eye. I held up my bottle of beer in greeting and smirked at her. She froze like a deer in headlights and darted her gaze away. I wasn't letting her off that easy. I wouldn’t confront her in front of everyone, but there was something going on between us, and I was determined to find out what it was.
I played a couple games of pool absent-mindedly; I couldn’t stop looking over at her talking and laughing with a crowd of guys around her. It was pissing me off. I knew they were her friends, and friends of her dad’s, but something’s different, and I didn’t like all that cock hovering around her. I couldn’t take watching all those guys around her, and before I could even think through what I was doing, I was storming over in her direction.
“Jo, I need to speak with you,” I growled in her ear.
“I’m busy, Brian.” She wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“Look at me. We need to talk, right now.” She met my eyes, and my heart started racing.
“Ok.” she said quietly. “Hey, I’ll be right back, need to go talk to Brian about something real quick.” She walked past me, toward the back door and disappeared outside. I followed closely behind. I was pissed.
“What is your problem, Brian? I was talking to the guys and having a good time,” I could see she was getting drunk, her words were slurred and she was smirking at me, almost taunting me.
“Yeah, I can see that. You had a crowd of sharks swarming around you. You need to stay away from that.” I couldn’t believe how mad I was; I was jealous. I was the only shark that should be circling. She leaned up against the building, and I caged her in with my hands on either side of her face.
“Seriously, what are you doing? Why are you giving me a hard time? I told you I'm not your responsibility once already today.” She looked me dead in the eyes and I felt it in my chest. I leaned in close enough to feel her breathing.
“You are,” and I crushed her lips with mine. God, she still tasted so good. I grabbed her behind the neck with one hand, and pulled her close at the small of her back with my o
ther hand, pulling her into me. She opened her mouth, and I explored her with my tongue. I swear to God, I was seeing stars and angels and I don’t know what the fuck else. She had one hand on my chest, and the other reached around to my back. It was like a raging inferno where she touched me. I felt like I was getting a fever from the heat between us.
She came up for air and looked down, I grabbed her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. “Don’t look away, Jo,” I said softly, still pulling her close to me with my other hand.
“What are we doing? I mean really, what is this?” she asked me sounding exasperated.
“You know I care about you. I don’t know what this is, but I don’t want you being available to those other guys.” That probably wasn’t exactly what I should have said, but my dick was rock hard and it was true.
“Oh, I see, so this is some kind of ownership thing all of a sudden? It doesn’t work that way after one kiss this afternoon,” she started to push me away.
“There's something going on between us and you know it. Don’t deny you want me as much as I know you can feel I want you.” I pressed the hardness between my legs up against her. I wanted to take her right up against the building. She softened up a little bit, and I took advantage and edged my face into her neck, she smelled so good. Like flowers blooming on a fresh morning; fresh and sweet. She leaned her head to the side a little giving me access and I licked and kissed her neck, I wanted to continue the same treatment on her entire body. Her legs started to give a little and I steadied her with the hand I had on her back, bringing her in tight to me again.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in her ear.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she whispered.
“It is by far; the best idea I’ve had all year. Let’s get out of here,” I whispered to her again, and kissed her softly.
“Okay,” she said quietly and smiled up at me. I took her hand and walked us to my truck, which was conveniently parked out back.
Oh, my God, he was so sexy. I was a little drunk, but honestly, since I was a teenager I'd wanted him, and you know what, even if it was a fling with my best friend’s brother, my dad’s protégé, and a damn manwhore; I was going to have myself some fun. Fuck it. He’s so possessive and demanding and it makes me feel sexy. The way he grabs me to kiss me, and then turns soft has my panties completely soaked. He took my hand and practically dragged me to his truck.
“I need to tell Matt I’m leaving,” I said. He was texting and didn’t look up.
“I just texted him and said I was taking you home,” he opened the passenger door of his giant truck. “Hop in.”
“What about my car? I can drive it.” Which probably wasn’t true, my head was swimming a little.
He laughed. “Sweetheart, you’re not driving anywhere. You’re coming with me, and I’m going to show you exactly how much I want you.” He smacked me on the ass as I climbed in. Well, okay then. I wanted to be mad, but I was so turned on by him that all I could think about was his giant arms wrapped around me, and his huge, and I do mean huge, package pressed up against me twice today.
“Where are we going?” I asked quietly, forgetting he'd already told me. I was starting to sober up, and wondering if this was a good idea, even if I really did want him to do bad things to me.
He grabbed my hand while he drove with the other and looked over at me. “We, are going to my house, where we, are going to talk and explore each other and see what’s going on between us. Just us. I’m going to kiss every inch of you, Jo. That’s where we, are going.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gingerly.
Holy shit, I think I just came hearing him say that. That's the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Danny and I'd had sex obviously, we were together for a year, but never was I turned on just from the words he spoke. We had a pretty vanilla relationship. Not that I was into kink per se, but a little feistiness in the bedroom was a turn on, but that was not his thing, at all. With just Brian's words I was going to melt right into the seat. I forgot to respond I think because then he asked, “is that ok with you, Jo?”
I looked up at his face and smiled before whispering my reply. “Yes.”
We pulled into his driveway, he had a beautiful home. Really nice for a single guy. It was a typical Florida bungalow style house with a perfectly landscaped yard in the front, and the back. I’d been there before for events and parties; he had the perfect backyard for entertaining. We hopped out of the truck and he came over to my side. “When you’re with me, you need to let me open the door for you.” He kind of growled under his breath at me.
“Okay,” When our eyes met, it was like he could see through me. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, then taking my hand and leading me inside. This was happening.
I’m actually a little nervous, and I’m never fucking nervous. I also never bring women here. I have had my fair share of action, but I preferred going to their place, or anywhere that isn’t mine, so I could get out of dodge when the party was over. This was different, she needed to be with me, in my space. We walked inside, me still holding her hand, almost dragging her behind me. I was acting like a caveman, but I wanted to claim her as mine.
She was standing in front of me, staring at me looking confused and nervous too. “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked. I was forgetting my manners, and practically my own name right now. I walked to the fridge and got us both a beer.
“Thank you.” She took the beer from me and never broke eye contact. We stood in the poorly lit kitchen in silence for what seemed like a really long time. I needed to do something. She broke the silence first.
“We don’t have to do this, Brian, I think we got carried away in the heat of the moment and—" I stopped her right there, slammed my beer down and lunged at her, ramming my tongue into her mouth, and wrapping her up in my arms. She was still trying to hold her beer, while kissing me back, letting me explore her mouth with mine. I grabbed the beer bottle from her, without breaking our kiss, and put it on the counter, and she grabbed me roughly. She was so fucking hot. I lifted her up, she wrapped her tiny legs around my waist as I shifted us over to the island in the kitchen and set her on top of it. She had her hands under my shirt at my back, and I was groping every inch of her. I yanked her tank top over her head.
“Fuck you are so gorgeous, Jo,” I grabbed some of that sexy short hair and pulled her head to the side giving myself access to her neck. She moaned softly at my touch. “We need to take this to my room,” I scooped her up and carried her, legs wrapped around my waist.
I put her down gently on the edge of the king size bed, and took my shirt off. Her breath hitched, and I smiled. “You like what you see?” I workout a lot, and my job demands I be in shape; it certainly looked like she was pleased.
She stood up, and started to lightly touch my abs, and kiss my chest. I was going insane. “You need to lose the pants,” I said as I unbuttoned her jeans. She started to lower her hands to the hardness pressing up against my jeans and I thought I’d explode right there. I had her pants off, and she was standing there in nothing but a lacy black bra, and matching panties. Fuck me, she was hot. She had a cardinal tattoo and some flowers that went around her shoulder and back, they were so colorful, on her pale, beautiful skin; I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
She finally spoke. “Fair is fair, time to lose your pants,” she unbuttoned my jeans and reached in freeing my aching cock from the constraints of my boxers. She was still kissing me softly and her touch set my skin on fire all over again. She was starting to kiss me lower, and I stopped her. If she put her mouth anywhere near my cock I was going to come apart, I wasn’t going to let that happen so fast.
I pushed her back down on the bed and climbed up next to her. I kissed her softly and reached around to undo her bra, taking it off with one hand. Her nipples were stiff little peaks, and I began to suck and knead one, and then the other. I reached down between her legs and groaned. “You’re soaked,
Jo,” I ran my finger along her slit under her panties and felt her juices. She was so wet for me. I brought my fingers to my lips and licked them. “You taste so sweet.”
“Brian, are you sure you want this?”
“Woman, I'm about to taste you, all of you. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.” I had no idea how true that was.
I was coming undone. He sucked on my nipples and started to kiss me lower, I just leaned back on his bed and let him. He was like an animal, sniffing and licking me and I loved it. He took charge, and was going to have his way with me, and I wanted to relish in it. My entire body was flushed and when he got to my panties, he growled, and ripped them off. I let out a little startled sound and leaned up on my elbows.
“This is mine, Jo, once this happens, it’s mine,” he looked me in the eyes, and I was mesmerized and speechless. “Say it. Josephine,” he demanded, and used my full name. I fucking loved it when he called me Josephine.
“Yours,” I barely get the word out. I could feel his hot breath between my legs, a little bit of five o’clock shadow grazing my thighs and I wanted him to touch me so badly I could hardly think. I would be his any which way he wanted at that moment.
“That’s right.” He began to lick me softly between my thighs, massaging my clit with his tongue, and I swear to all that is holy, I saw heaven in that moment. He slid one, and then two fingers inside me, massaging me from the inside while licking my clit soft and slow. I’ve never had anyone make me feel this way, I was literally coming apart from the inside out. I was going to explode at any moment. I didn’t want this feeling to end, I was shaking all over and ready to lose it.
