Brotherhood of District 23 Complete Series

by Amy Briggs

  Once he began fucking me with his fingers, I lost control and he was coaxing it out of me. “Yes, Jo, come for me. Come on me now!!” He demanded while pumping in and out of my hot, wet pussy. I obeyed, and lost complete control, screaming his name while he continued to lap at my clit like he couldn’t get enough. It felt like he was feeding on me, and he was starving.

  “Oh, Jesus, Brian! It’s too much, oh, my God,” I screamed. When the raging orgasm subsided and I leaned back panting, he crawled up over me and kissed me hard. I could taste a little bit of myself on him as he devoured my lips with his. That tongue of his was soft and rolled around in my mouth like it was finding it’s home, it was so sexy and I was still recovering from the orgasm I had just had, getting turned on again just from him exploring my mouth with his.

  “I’m not done with you yet. I need to be inside you, Josephine,” he was hovering above me now, my hands on his broad shoulders. “I don’t think I can be gentle, baby, you have me too hot, I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you hard.” He growled and leaned in to lightly suck my neck, sending shivers through me. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom then looked at me intently, awaiting a response to what he said.

  “Please, Brian, yes, I want you so bad,” I uttered, wanting him more than anything I could fathom. He rolled the condom on, and grabbed my ass underneath me pulling me to him. He lined his cock up to my slit, I honestly couldn’t imagine it fitting inside me it was so big and hard. With one thrust, he was filling me and I was seeing stars.

  He groaned on top of me. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight and so wet, fuck!” He pulled almost all the way out, and began pumping into me hard. I felt another orgasm welling up inside me almost immediately, forcing me to call out. “Fuck yes, Brian, oh, my God!” He was ramming his length inside me, so hard, but he was connected to me. He never took his eyes off me. I was ready to come, and I knew he was too as he moved faster, and harder and we both began to lose control. I felt him come with me, even through the condom and he yelled out my full name. “Josephine, my God!” When we finished, I was shaking all over and he grabbed my face and planted soft sweet kisses on my lips and all over my face. He was still pumping lightly into me, as I felt the aftershocks of the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

  “You're so beautiful,” he was staring into my soul, and I was letting it happen. I was so fucked.

  I was so fucked. That was the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life. “You're so beautiful,” I whispered to her while staring into her eyes. I pulled out of her with a groan, and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and to grab a towel to clean us both up.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly as I cleaned her up. The room smelled like sex, and she was glistening from a little bit of sweat. I was starting to get hard again already. I laid down and pulled her to me, she rested her head on my chest and sighed. It was the most comfortable I've been in my entire life except that she was so quiet, which was definitely not like her in general. One of the things I loved about her is that she says whatever she’s thinking. Except in this case; she was quiet, staring off a little.

  “What are you thinking about, Jo?” I was almost afraid to ask, but I needed to know what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

  She giggled before answering. “Well, it’s been a hell of a day.” Thinking back to the events of the day, her dad’s funeral, our argument at his house, the bar, and now me holding her, yeah, it had definitely been a hell of a day. I relaxed and laughed too, “Yes, babe, it sure has. Are you okay?” I kissed the top of her head. She hesitated, and took a deep breath.

  “Uh, yeah, I’m okay,” she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me. “I just want you to know, that uh…This doesn’t have to mean anything, okay? It’s been a kind of fucked up day, and we both know this isn’t what you do really, so—" What just happened? Now I was pissed off.

  “Whoa, wait a minute there, Josephine. We just had mind-blowing sex, and now you’re here, with me, at my house and I’m trying to talk to you. Please give me the benefit of the doubt for like five fucking minutes, woman. What I want, since you failed to ask me, is exactly what’s happening right now. Without all the angry yapping though. Jesus Christ.” I huffed, and she started to giggle. “What’s so funny?”

  “You are. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just don’t want either one of us to feel like we have to turn this into something it’s not. We’re both grieving right now, we’ve been drinking, and these things happen, and I just didn’t want you to think I had some kind of expectations,” she laid her head back down on the pillows and sighed.

  “What kind of expectations?” I genuinely didn’t know exactly what she meant, and I wanted her to clarify before I argued with her. I leaned up on one arm staring at her intently.

  “I don’t know, Brian, can we just change the subject?” she sighed again and I wasn’t going to let her off that easy. I didn’t really want to push my luck, but pushing my luck was kind of my thing, and after today, I wasn’t going to be taking no for an answer.

  “Let me be clear. I do have expectations. I told you that you were mine, and I meant it. I don’t want you messing around with other guys from the station, any other station or anywhere else. While we're doing whatever this is, and we’ll definitely be doing it again, you're mine.” There, I said it. I meant it. I’ve never given a shit before now, but fuck that, I would kill another dude if he went near her. And this was absolutely not a one-time thing. I was feeling pissed off just thinking about it. And I’m pretty sure I sounded like a fucking caveman or something and I didn’t care at all.

  She sat up, looked me in the eye and smiled. I pulled her to me and kissed her, I was marking her as mine, again. She climbed up on top of me and I was instantly hard again. The things this woman did to me, where the hell did this come from? She whispered in my ear, “I want you. Again. Now. And, I’m on the pill.” Knowing we're both clean from our normal FD physicals every six months, she slid herself on top of my length. I sat up with her tits right in my face and started sucking on her stiff little nipples while she slowly bounced up and down on my cock. We had clearly come to an understanding. I massaged her breasts and continued licking and sucking on them until she picked up the pace, and I felt my balls start to swell again. She felt so fucking amazing. She grabbed the headboard behind me, and started fucking me hard. “Brian, I’m so close!” I could feel her body tensing up, and I let myself go too, coming inside her and thrusting as hard as I could; holding her hips to mine. I didn’t think I’d ever stop coming, and I could have died a happy man in that exact moment. Oh, I was definitely fucked.

  Wow, well that was an interesting turn of events. What the fuck was going on with me? Not only had I just fucked Brian, the hottest man on the planet—twice—he called me his. At first, I thought about saying I don’t belong to anyone, but him demanding and saying those words, you’re mine, entranced me. It was hot. He did things to me, and I knew it would not end well. I slept next to him for a while, I was downright exhausted from the best sex of my life and an emotional day in general.

  When I woke up, he wasn’t there, but I heard noises in the kitchen. I grabbed one of his fire department t-shirts, I had the exact same one, but his smelled like him, and was so big to fit that ridiculously ripped body of his, that it hung down to mid-thigh on me. I looked for my panties, then remembered he ripped them off of me last night. Damn, they were cute too, oh well it was worth it, I giggled to myself. I opened a few of his drawers until I found a pair of his boxers, and put them on. I went to the bathroom, and tried to make myself presentable, which was damn near impossible. I settled on washing off the prior day’s makeup at least.

  I tiptoed to the kitchen and what I saw made my jaw drop. A perfect specimen of a man, shirtless, wearing basketball shorts was humming, and cooking. I just stared at him, he was so fucking hot. He turned around and caught me; giving me the biggest smile with the whitest straightest
teeth I’ve ever seen.

  He came over to me. “Leannán,” he said, kissing me softly.

  “What does that mean?” I asked, kissing him back.

  “It means lover in Gaelic. You are my ‘leannán. Mianach. Mine.” He said it again, and I felt myself get flushed all over. How did I not know he used Gaelic phrases. Who cares, he should do it all the time. I kind of wanted him to fuck me on that kitchen island we started on last night.

  I settled for a very soft, “Yes.” This was intense.

  “I made breakfast, and there’s coffee over there,” he pointed to the counter and just like that, the intensity was gone, like it never even happened. The whole thing was so crazy. When I turned around to walk to the coffee maker he smacked me on the butt. “Nice outfit. You’re lucky I’m hungry and I know you need to eat or I’d take you right here again.” He gave me a devilish grin. I really am a sucker for a great smile, okay, I’m a sucker for his smile.

  “Thank you very much. I forgot to eat yesterday, I’m actually starving. And you know, coffee makes me very happy too.” I made myself a cup, and he brought breakfast over to the table for us to eat. He set the two plates down and got himself a cup of coffee too.

  “I have off today, which you already knew. I was thinking we could get out of town for the day and go to the beach. Get away from everything for a while, what do you think?” he asked.

  “You want to spend the day with me?” I was kind of surprised we were even having breakfast together, let alone discussing spending the day together.

  “Of course I do. Plus, I thought maybe a day of not being busy would be a nice change of pace for you. And it’s a great day for the beach, I mean it’s too cold to swim, but the sun is shining, it should be nice.”

  God his smile was amazing. He should seriously do toothpaste commercials or something. His eyes were sparkling as he tilted his head like he was waiting for an answer.

  “Um, sure. That would actually be really nice. I need to get my car from the bar, and I would like to shower and get a few things from the house first. Is that okay?”

  “Of course. I showered earlier so after we eat, we’ll go get your car and drop it off at your house. Now eat…” he looked so serious. I’m not withering away, that’s just not genetically possible. I have come from a long line of people with a pretty round ass and some curves.

  “Yeah yeah, I’m on it,” I laughed. This was kind of surreal. I wasn’t really sure what' was going on, but I didn’t hate it. We couldn’t let anyone know about this at all though. I mean good lord, in this town? But a day away, on the beach, sounded absolutely glorious and he’s right. I totally deserved a day to just kind of be free. I figured that I would take what I could get for a day and deal with real life another day.

  After we got her car back home and she took a shower, we headed out. It was all I could do to keep myself from getting in the shower with her. I could hardly be in the same room as her without getting turned on at that point. I really wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I liked it. I liked her. A lot. I wondered if I always felt this way. I mean I've always been attracted to her. She’s beautiful. I was such a dick to her last year, but things were different. Her dad warned me very clearly that my intentions had better be on the up and up and I was not willing to get involved in anything that would jeopardize my relationship with him. I was pretty sure she didn’t know her dad talked to me, and it was probably better that way.

  It’s about an hour drive to the coast and it was a really warm day for October. But that’s Florida for you, it was basically second summer here. We could hang out on the beach and get some sun. It’s good for the soul, and I thought it would make her happy. Making her happy made me feel happy. Yep, I was fucked.

  She was staring out the window, and we were jamming to some early 90’s alternative rock so we didn’t talk much on the ride; it was making me a little nervous. I wanted to know what was going through her head, she looked deep in thought. I put my hand on her tan thigh just below where her skirt ended and she jumped and looked over at me startled. “Are you okay?” I asked her. I could feel myself scrunching my face at her.

  She relaxed and smiled. “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking about things is all. It’s a beautiful day,” she took a really deep breath in and sighed out with a smile. I took her hand and brought it to my lips, kissing it softly.

  “What are you thinking about? Your dad?” I didn’t want her to be sad, I was hoping to give her a distraction from all of that.

  “No actually. I was thinking about last night,” she laughed and was definitely blushing. I started laughing too, and took her hand in mine again, weaving our fingers together.

  “Pretty great night. There’s more where that came from. I could barely stay out of your shower this morning.” There went my dick again, with a mind of it’s own, getting excited. “We’re going to have a fun day today, Jo,” and I meant it. She smiled back at me and rested her head on the seat. She looked so relaxed, I couldn’t wait to get to the beach and just put my arms around her.

  We got to the beach in record time, and I specifically chose one we could drive the truck out onto. It was a perfect sunny day, the sun was warm and there was lots of people there enjoying the surf. That’s Florida living man, it’s like no other. There were surfers out there, people fishing, kids playing. I pulled out a huge blanket I had in my truck, and a picnic basket, yeah I have a picnic basket that my mother gave me years ago, and set up a spot for us just beyond where I parked us. Jo had already hopped out and walked to the water. I watched her kick off her flip flops halfway there, and lift her skirt up a little bit, even though the water didn’t stand a chance of getting her clothes wet. She never really showed her body off in a provocative way at all, and that made her that much sexier. She was never on display.

  I watched her get her toes wet, and jump a little. I had told her that water was too cold. It was adorable watching her keep sticking her little feet in. I finished setting up a spot for us, kicked my shoes off and quietly snuck up on her. She was staring off into the water; her hair was blowing a little in the gentle breeze. I watched her for a minute, thinking about how perfect she looked, so relaxed and beautiful.

  I put my arms around her from behind, and inhaled her scent. She smelled like flowers and that, mixed with the smell of the ocean, was my idea of heaven. I buried my face in her neck and just breathed it all in. “You look happy. It’s nice.”

  She held me a little tighter. “I am. I love the water. Even with all the activity here, it’s so peaceful. Thank you for bringing me here today. It’s definitely what I needed.”

  “I want to make you happy, Jo.” I turned her around and brought her closer to me; kissing the top of her head. She was intoxicating. She felt like home. She relaxed into me and we both sighed. She’s it for me, I didn’t know when it happened, but in a moment somewhere in the last twenty-four hours, she had my soul. I couldn’t possibly imagine not holding her and having her in every day of my life. She was meant for me.

  “I am happy,” she pulled away and smiled up at me with her perfect little mouth. She leaned up on her tippy toes and gave me the sweetest kiss I’ve ever felt in my life. Her lips were like little pillows, so soft. It wasn’t even an erotic thing, even though I was basically at half mast in her presence at all times, it was like sweet sugar on my lips. She took my hand and walked us back to the blanket. “Come on, let’s have a drink, and enjoy the view!” She cheerfully pulled me along and plopped down on the blanket, her flowing skirt falling around her.

  I grabbed the mimosas we made back at her house out of the cooler, and poured two cups, handing her one. They were really delicious, not nearly as delicious as her lips, but it would do for the moment. I sat down next to her and we both faced the ocean. “Do you remember when we used to come out here fishing with your dad?” I was hoping that wouldn’t upset her, I really was having some fond memories sitting here with her.

  “I do. They’re some of my favor
ite memories. Not at the firehouse, just sitting out here waiting for fish to show up,” she laughed. “My dad loved it here. I think he wanted to retire on the water and just fish, or pretend to fish, all day,” she smiled. “We had a lot of fun as kids before you grew up first and became a big jerk.” She poked me and laughed.

  “Aww, come on now. I’m trying to make up for it now. That’s gotta count for something.” She was right, I was kind of an asshole as a teenager to her and my brother, and then again as an adult. I took myself way too seriously.

  “Well, maybe you should keep trying, buddy,” she said and gave me that look. The kiss me right this fucking minute look. And I did. I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her to me. She started exploring my mouth with her tongue and I felt myself wanting to climb on top of her right there in front of everyone.

  Until a little kid yelled, eww at us. We both started cracking up and immediately stopped our public show. She rolled over on her stomach and couldn’t stop laughing. “What is up with us, Brian?” She was still laughing.

  “I don’t know, but I like it.” I smiled down at her.

  “I do too.” She rolled over on her back and I settled in next to her on my side, just looking at how sweet and beautiful she looked.

  She didn’t look at me as she spoke. “Did you talk to my dad a lot lately?” I wasn’t sure what she meant exactly.

  I rolled over on my back next to her, and nudged my arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder. I Inhaled the salt air before answering. “I’m not sure what you mean. I talked to your dad every day when we were working together, and then when you taught him to text, we communicated daily more or less.” I kind of chuckled about that. God, Jack learning to text on the smartphone Jo bought him was hilarious. He used to get so pissed off at it like it was the phone’s fault he couldn’t get it to understand the words he wanted to send. He was the king of autocorrect fails and it never disappointed on making me laugh.