by Vivien Vale
“So, my team and I drove out. There were only two trucks available. When we got there, the whole building was already on fire—and the report was right, there were cries from inside. The other team began to try and douse the flames. We went inside, and mostly what was burning was wood crates and paint tins. There were drums of gasoline…but we didn’t see them at first. Not until the marshal’s report.”
Boone has always been the type of man who carries everyone’s problems but never shares any of his own burdens. He struggles on in silence, never complaining even when I know it’s eating him up inside.
It’s heart breaking to know he’s been holding this in for all these years.
“The shouts came from a night guard. He’d been semi-pinned by a falling beam and was on the brink of passing out after smoke inhalation,” he continues. “My teammate and I managed to free him, and I was carrying him to safety when we started to hear the building creak.”
Boone sighs. I can tell that he’s sad, but that’s not all. There’s a twist to this tale, and I’m horrified but curious.
“I just bolted. I had to get the civilian to safety. I wasn’t thinking about anything else but saving that guard,” he says, the memory vivid in his eyes. “But…but as I break through the door and escape the flames…the building starts to collapse. The gasoline drums began to ignite and explode, it all happened too quickly.”
I can tell what’s coming next, and I hold Boone as tightly as I can.
“I was the only one who made it out. In the end, even the guard didn’t survive. He died in the ICU due to his injuries because I was too late.”
“Boone, I’m so sorry…”
“No. I’m not yet finished.”
Boone begins to clench his fists, holding it so tightly that his knuckles go white.
I move his hand to my thigh, and Boone takes to gripping my flesh as tightly as I was holding his. His hand quivers somewhat—he’s shaking with rage.
I look up at him, placing my hand on his cheek, holding his gaze. His dark eyes are burning with an intensity that I’ve not seen before.
Boone is usually so controlled, so calm. But now he looks almost primal—there’s a wild rage in him that burns with the memories of that warehouse fire. He’s holding onto me like I’m the last thing keeping him sane.
I want to kiss him, and tell him that everything will be okay. But I don’t dare interrupt him.
His voice is low and deep, like a predator who’s trying to warn away another creature. With his hands on my thighs, he’s all but pinning me on the sofa, and all I can do is listen to what comes next.
“When the Marshal did his report, it was hard to trace the owner of the building, and the contents in the warehouse were perfect for the fire. I bet it was a big company using a shell,” Boone goes on.
“I tried to go to city records to find out who filed for insurance. But there was no record. It was too clean, too planned,” his voice occasionally breaks, as sadness and a tinge of rage mix.
Boone takes a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself, but it doesn’t work.
“But the plan failed. And we were the ones who took the fallout.”
He stands and crosses to the other side of the room, standing in front of the unlit fire. He grips the mantle with one hand, and I watch in the low light as his whole body trembles.
“Good men died. My team—my brothers—died, and it was all for profit.”
For a moment, all I can do is sit in silence.
I’m stunned, and my heart feels broken for Boone. I can feel the pain he had to endure with his survivor’s guilt. I can’t imagine how much agony he felt when the security guard died too—how crushing it must have been to know that despite his best efforts, he was still too late.
Boone’s two worlds collided that night—the world of Wall Street and insurance fraud, and the world of fire-fighting and trying to do what’s right. But of course, Wall Street had to prevail.
I wish I had been there so that I could have comforted him then.
But I can comfort him now and try to make up for the lost time.
I slowly stand from the sofa and pull Boone’s flannel back down over my legs, though it still barely covers my thighs. I cross the room and come up behind him, reaching out, and place one hand on his shoulder.
“Boone, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
I pause. “That you had to go through that alone.”
Boone grunts in response.
We both know Amelia and I should’ve been there with him.
It doesn’t need to be said.
I move around to his side, gently tracing the muscles of his back with my hand and feeling the tension that lies there.
“But I’m here now. And I’m glad you told me,” I whisper.
The moonlight spilling in once again reminds me of why we’re still awake.
Boone only stayed awake tonight to protect Amelia and me from the bad man of her drawings—because he cares about us. He cares about everyone.
I watch him and his labored breaths, showing me how deeply passionate and raw he can be about the people he cares about. Despite everything, I can feel myself wanting him.
I want him to show that passion.
I want to experience this new side of Boone in every way that I can.
As though he can read my mind, Boone turns around takes me. He grabs me, pinning me between his towering form and the fireplace—holding me closely against him.
“You realize how much this means to me, don’t you?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
But I can tell he’s only just keeping himself together.
Boone thought he’d lost me, and now I’m back in his arms.
He never wants to lose me again.
He wants to make me his.
Boone
So much hinges on the answer she gives me now.
No more misunderstandings. No more lies.
Fuck everyone else. She’s mine.
She has to be in my life.
“Yes.”
That simple word from her isn’t enough.
“Do you want it?”
Grinding my hard cock with only the thin barrier of my sleep pants and her flimsy panties between us, I accentuate my words.
“Can you handle this? Us? Together as a family?”
I’m so done beating around the bush.
Fuck that! I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if she tries to tell me no.
I feel the adrenaline and passion starting to get the better of me and take over. My muscles feel tense and tight.
I may be squeezing her too hard.
“Yes.” Her breathless voice doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, I know what this means to you. It means the same to me. I want this. I want you.”
Her small, soft hands are stroking my face as she talks, and her tone has taken on something firmer. Stern.
It helps settle me. The haze around my vision is turning more white than black.
Smoothing my brow and trailing down my face with feather-light touches. Her thumb skims across my lips before slipping behind my neck to pull my lips to hers.
She opens eagerly with a moan as I try to control the bruising force I’m taking her with.
With her in my arms, I’m determined to show her how I feel.
Fucking raw and definitely primal.
My body wants her and needs to feel that she needs me too.
I’ve talked too much, and it seems sharing with her has brought every feeling to the surface. Her body feels so good against mine. Having her pinned against me satisfies the dominant urges she seems to bring out.
Her panting and needy moans only ratchet up my own heavy breathing and brutal force.
She sucks my tongue eagerly as I grind in small circles between her legs.
Using my thigh to keep her pinned, I lean back slightly, snagging my plaid shirt that she was wearing with both hands and roughly pulling it apart.
She gasps as bu
ttons fly. It makes her pull back, separating our lips.
But we can’t be separated.
My lips take hers again but not before I note that she isn’t wearing a bra.
I’m going to have every part of her—starting now.
If there was anyone between the first time I took her and right now, she’ll forget them. I want to own all of her, including her memories.
Pulling her against me, I hoist her slight frame up.
“Put your legs around me.”
My demanding, deep voice doesn’t seem to bother her.
She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, and I turn to take the few steps to the couch.
Lowering her down, I immediately reached for her panties.
The dominating satisfaction I feel with how wet they feel as I pull them off surprises even me. She brings out a raw, primitive emotion I wasn’t aware I was capable of.
I drop them next to my feet as she languidly leans back on the couch.
Her plaid shirt still has two surviving buttons at the very bottom, holding it closed and keeping me from gazing upon her freely.
That won’t fucking do.
Leaning forward, I snag it on both sides, ripping it open the rest of the way.
It’s toast, anyways. And I’m determined that nothing will be between us.
Giggling at my aggressiveness, she leans forward and reaches out for my hard dick that’s straining against its pants.
I reach forward to pull the shirt quickly down her arms pinning them behind her.
I can’t seem to control myself. I want so much from her.
Slowing down, I pull back to admire her chest and thrust forward as she drops the shirt off her hands. Pulling my sleep pants over my hard cock, she licks her lips teasingly as I drop them to the floor.
My eyes zero in on her lush full lips.
I know what I want. It’s time.
Holding my breath, I watch her in pent up frustration as she slowly leans forward and places both her palms on either side of my hard-throbbing cock. It’s angled up to her mouth like an arrow, as she runs her hands up my chest and leans in to tentatively lick the head.
The heat of her mouth with her warm wet tongue is heavenly. I’m fascinated, watching her as she slowly circles the head with her tongue.
“Oh, Margot…baby…”
My words hitch and break as she flicks her tongue under the head.
“Yes,” she breathes in between licks. “Just tell me if you need something different.”
Her hesitant words are barely discernible as her hand travels down to the base of my cock.
I can’t think. Or breathe.
This is what I’ve been missing for way too long.
Margot naked, licking and sucking my cock.
I can’t even count the number of times I’ve imagined this while jerking off.
“Baby, you can’t do this wrong…”
My words of reassurance seem to fall on deaf ears.
She hesitates again, and I can’t wait any longer.
“Just open, baby.”
Grabbing the base of my cock, I rub its wet head around her smooth lips. Stroking her face with my other hand, she dutifully drops her jaw, and I press it.
Sweet fucking hell.
Her tongue is like silk, and the natural suction in her mouth pulls me in. Never breaking eye contact, I slowly work my hard cock across her tongue.
I’ve never seen anything sexier than Margot’s lush mouth around me.
We are staring at each other passionately as she starts to suck with renewed lust.
When her hands start to play with my balls, lightly stroking and circling, I know I don’t have much more time.
Her eyes convey so much.
Trust and commitment.
“That’s it, baby. I love you sucking my cock.”
She murmurs her agreement by sucking hard, effectively pulling my head into the back of her throat. Reflexively swallowing, I almost blow my load right then.
“This is how you can make up the last five years.”
My voice is harsh and breathless.
I pull from her to make sure she didn’t take my thoughtless words wrong.
“I will.” Her voice is breathless but firm.
Circling the base of my cock, just above my balls with her fingers, she leans in and licks directly up the bottom to underneath my head.
My breath hitches. Fucking hell.
“Any time. Any place. Any way.” Each statement is emphasized by a long slow lick. “I’ll pay because having you makes it all worthwhile.”
Her mouth engulfs me, drawing deep. Her throat works the head of my cock as her words sink in to my needy heart.
As I explode, it’s as if all the joy of having her is too much and is just releasing in ecstasy.
As I come back to myself—finally closing my mouth and looking down—she slowly and carefully pulls off my still mostly hard cock. Her smug, self-satisfied smile is a relief and joy to see.
“You like it?”
Her sassy tone makes me heave out a breathless chuckle.
Dropping to my knees, I take her lips in a ruthless kiss.
“It was unbelievable—and that kiss may not show you exactly how much I liked it.”
Lightly pushing on her chest, I urge her to lean back on the couch. I spread her legs further, pulling her hips so her cunt is on display at the edge of the cushion.
“Maybe this will show you,” I breathe into her folds, never breaking eye contact.
Leaning in more, I swipe a long slow lick to her pussy from the bottom to the top. She wiggles tantalizingly. She’s so wet and slick, I feel my cock stir with renewed interest.
But this is about her.
Her eyes are already at half-mast, as she watches me spread her further with my thumbs and start languidly trailing my tongue around her cunt. She’s so juicy as I tease her, sometimes spelling out the alphabet, but purposely avoiding her clit.
It’s torturing me as much as her.
Finally plunging my tongue inside her, I feel her tight muscles squeeze me aggressively.
She’s ready.
Reaching up with one hand, I start massaging her tits and I pluck one nipple and then the other as she moans and begins to beg.
She’s starting to wiggle more under me, so I pin her to the couch with my arm and use my other hand to circle her opening with two fingers. Getting serious, I zone in on her clit, circling it aggressively with my tongue before applying suction.
Breaking the seal with my fingers. I feel her pussy clamp down as I work them slowly in a few inches.
She’s so damn tight!
“Oh Boone…yes, just like that. Please.”
Her voice is high and whispered.
Trapping her clit under my tongue, I flick it aggressively while seating my fingers inside her. Arching hard, her muscles tighten as she comes.
Watching her come undone has made me hard all over again.
Her juicy cunt drips down on my hand, coating my fingers. Spending a few moments, I leisurely lick her while working my fingers out.
Her eyes are closed, and sweat beads her forehead. She looks relaxed and sexy. When her eyes pop open, she smiles at me. And there’s something in that smile…
It tells me this isn’t over yet.
Margot
Why does his licking seem to inspire such a deep ache inside me?
Maybe it’s just being with him. A constant aphrodisiac.
It will just have to be one of the many questions I can hope to answer over the rest of our time together.
I’m determined to kiss his smug smile right off his face. I lean in to do that.
I can’t miss his impressive erection is at attention again, hanging tantalizingly between his legs where he kneels on the floor. Dropping my ass off the couch, I straddle his thighs and aggressively plunge my tongue into his mouth.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned with Boone, it’s that he loves to have
me suck on his tongue. The way his whole body tightens and the way he grinds harder just amps me up right along with him.
Using my feet on the floor, I topple him backwards at an angle, so I can ride him properly.
My aching pussy needs to slide across his hard rod. Now.
He handles it well, and we roll smoothly onto his rug in front of the fireplace.
Finally, I have him where I want him.
Settling on all fours around him, caging him in under me, I lightly skim my tits on his chest while resting my clit on the tip of his cock. He’s watching me closely, admiring me with his looks and touches.
I love looking into his eyes as the passion takes over.
Rocking my hips slightly, I just flick the head of his cock on my clit making both our breaths hitch. He only gives me a few seconds before wrapping his arms around me tighter. He grabs my ass, pulls me down on him, and slides the length against my wet, aching opening.
“Mmm…Boone…”
I’m panting now, and he’s taking over from the bottom.
“I need you in me. Please.”
He has me clamped so hard to him that I’m not sure how to lower myself onto him.
With a very clever move of his hips, I feel his cock head right at my entrance, waiting for me to slide down. Locking my lips to his, in another passionate kiss, I plunge my tongue into his mouth while lowering down slightly.
We’re so wet, he almost slips away, but he instinctively compensates and presses further inside me.
His cock feels really thick.
Lifting myself up, the pleasure of him inside me forces a moan from my lips.
The feeling of being stretched and filled, along with the sheer bliss that this is Boone makes this the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
Maybe it will just keep getting better every time.
There’s only one way to find out.
Practice makes perfect and all that bullshit.
Boone is rigid below me, but as I sit back to work him in deeper, he wraps one hand around my waist, holding me in place.
His other hand slides to where we join and positions his fingers to massage my clit.
It’s electric. I can feel every extremely rigid inch of him inside me. Combined with what his fingers are doing, I’m already close to coming again.
Working him frantically inside me, I ride him taking his cock a little deeper each time.
