Scorchin' (The Hot Boys Series Book 2)

by Olivia Rush

  Through the denim of his dark jeans, I could spot the outline of his prick, now so hard and solid that it seemed to cry out to be free. I went to work, quickly opening up his belt and zipper as he stepped out of his boots. I yanked his jeans down, and soon he was in nothing but a pair of light gray boxer-briefs. My eyes lingered on his thick, muscular legs for a long moment before I tucked my thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.

  Stone’s long, gorgeous cock was now only a few inches in front of me, and I found myself licking my lips in anticipation. As much as I wanted to get down to business, I couldn’t resist what was right in front of me. I flicked up a sensual glance at Stone as I wrapped my fingers around his hot, thick cock and began stroking. A shiver of pleasure ran through his body as I moved my touch over him.

  With a ravenous hunger boiling in me, I opened my mouth and took his head past my lips. The taste of his cock washed over my tongue instantly—sweet and divine. I held his head in my mouth for a long moment, letting Stone enjoy the feeling of warm wetness. Then, when I was ready, I moved my lips down his length, taking him inch by inch.

  Goddamn, he tasted good. Better than good—he was like the sweetest, most mouthwatering piece of candy I’d ever had in my mouth before. My lips seemed to move of their own accord, traveling down to the base of his prick and holding his length in my mouth before moving back up to his head, my tongue lashing him all the while.

  My right hand stayed on Stone’s leg, the shivering of his muscles letting me know that I was doing something very, very right. Deep moans from the base of his belly sounded out, his pleasure motivating me to continue.

  It wasn’t long before the sweet turned to salty, and his tangy taste of his dripping cock lit up my palate. I knew that if I kept going I’d soon have a mouthful of his cum, and the thought of him losing control in my mouth drove me wild.

  But Stone had other plans. Just as I sensed he was on the verge of finishing, he bent down and lifted me to my feet. With a sexy little smile, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked onto his.

  An expression of total sexual focus was on Stone’s face. He glared at me hard, less like a man and more like a beast ready to rut. He quickly pulled down my pants, followed by the skimpy pair of black panties I was wearing. I went from clothed to naked about as fast as humanly possible.

  Stone closed the distance between us, my breasts pressing flat against his chest as he leaned onto me. He reached down and slipped his hand between my legs, the flesh of my thighs warm and inviting. He moved his palm up quickly, pressing it against the now-soaking-wet opening of my pussy. I let out a little squeal of delight as he dragged the back of his finger over my clit, a mini-explosion of pleasure following his touch.

  He continued to rub me, his touch making my knees weak and my breath shallow. Stone effortlessly coaxed me closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that if he continued to touch me like that, it would only be a matter of time before I came and came hard.

  Just as I began to lose myself in the delight of his touch, Stone removed his hand and clamped down hard on my hips. With his typical effortless strength, he turned me around on my feet, placed his hand on my upper back, and bent me over. I propped myself up on my arms, my heavy breasts hanging down.

  I couldn’t see him now, but I knew what he had in mind. Stone slapped his hands down onto my full, round ass and took in a sharp suck of air through his nose. My body tensed in anticipation of what was to come.

  Next, I felt the pressure of his head against my lips. Stone held his prick there for a long moment before pushing himself into me, entering me slowly and deeply. I let out a small shriek of pleasure as he penetrated me, my legs going weak beneath me once again.

  Stone didn’t waste any time in getting right to it once he was buried to the hilt. His hands on the supple curves of my hips, he drove into me again and again, packing me full with his godly cock, splitting me in half again and again.

  The pleasure was so intense that I had to grab hard onto the bed sheets just to stay grounded. He entered me over and over, each full thrust sending out a fresh wave of hot pleasure that went all the way to my fingertips and toes.

  In the flurry of pounding, one of his hands left my hips. Before I even had a chance to wonder where it had gone, the hard impact of flesh on flesh, accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, followed. The feeling of Stone’s hand hard on my ass sent shivers up my spine, and I couldn’t get enough.

  It didn’t take much more of this before an orgasm began to form inside of me. And right in the middle of another relentless pounding, Stone’s cock filling me and getting right where I wanted it, the orgasm exploded through my body. I’d had a hard time staying on my feet before, but as soon as the hot pulses of pleasure began shooting through me, any chance of me staying upright was long gone.

  I fell forward, my face pressing into the covers, which muffled the cries of pleasure shooting out of my mouth. Stone’s grunts became deeper and fuller, and with one last animalistic cry, he came. His cock exploded inside of me, the sensation pushing me deeper into the pleasure in which I was currently awash.

  Our orgasms soon faded, and Stone collapsed on the bed to the side of me. I pulled him close as we both caught our breath, and I knew that at that moment there was nowhere that I’d rather be than at his side.

  19

  STONE

  After that intense session, Callie and I were both out like lights. The sleep I had that night was the best I’d had in as long as I could remember. I held Callie close the whole night through, her small, shapely body fitting perfectly against mine.

  When I woke up that next morning, however, my feelings had changed a bit. Or, I should say, they went back to what they were before. Last night the combination of wine and emotional closeness had drawn me toward Callie, and I was all but powerless to resist her. But in the harsh light of morning, I scolded myself for not knowing better.

  We’d slept together again, and however strange and complicated things were before, now they were going to be even more intense, for better or for worse.

  However, when I put my hand on the side of the bed where Callie had been sleeping, I felt nothing but cool sheets. I pulled my hand back and rubbed the grogginess from my eyes and saw that, sure enough, she wasn’t there.

  I hopped in the shower, wondering if she’d had even more apprehension about what was going on than I did.

  After drying off and getting dressed, I stepped out into the main room of the apartment only to have my question answered right then and there.

  “It’s called ‘egg in a hole,’” said Jason. “That’s what everyone calls it.”

  Jason was seated at the kitchen bar, a big glass of orange juice next to him. At the counter, with the smells and sounds of cooking food filling the air around her, was Callie.

  “No, it’s not,” she said, wagging a spatula at him. “It’s called ‘egg in a basket.’ Where I come from, that’s what everyone calls it.”

  “That doesn’t make sense,” said Jason. “Why is it called a ‘basket’? There’s a hole in the bread, not a basket.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the hallway wall, watching the two have their little back-and-forth.

  “Things like that don’t have to make sense,” she said. “You just go by what people call them. Like, there was this dessert my mom used to make for me that had cereal mixed with melted chocolate and powdered sugar, and it was called ‘puppy chow.’ Does that mean that it was meant for little puppies? No, that’s just what it was called.”

  “I like my name better,” said Jason. “So that’s what I’m gonna call it.”

  “You can call it whatever you want, little dude, just as long as you eat it.”

  I stepped into the kitchen, Callie’s eyes meeting mine as soon as I did.

  “Morning,” she said, a warm, welcoming smile on her lips.

  “Morning,” I said.

  And then there was a strange tens
ion in the air. This, under normal circumstances, would be the part where we’d give each other a kiss. But with the uncertainty between us, not to mention Jason sitting right there, we instead awkwardly regarded each other for a few moments before I moved past Callie, poured myself a cup of coffee, and took a seat next to Jason.

  “What about you?” asked Callie. “I’m making the thing where you cut out a hole in the middle of the bread and put an egg into it. What does the wise Stone Black think the proper name for this dish is?”

  “I call it ‘egg in bread.’”

  Jason laughed.

  “Oh, now that’s boring,” said Callie. “You gotta have a fun name for it. My roommate in college called it ‘frog in a hole,’ for example.”

  “That’s gross,” said Jason.

  “She was from Michigan—they’re weird people.”

  Jason and Callie went right back to it, trying to come up with names for the breakfast, each one of them attempting to outdo the other with a sillier name than the last. As they talked, I couldn’t help but notice the easy, light way Callie had with Jason.

  Despite everything else, I was struck by how effortlessly Callie was fitting into my life. We’d grown close—so close, in fact, that I was beginning to feel a little startled. I couldn’t remember the last woman who’d had this kind of effect on me.

  “There you go, big guys,” said Callie, handing over two plates, each with two pieces of toast with eggs cooked into them. “Behold the culinary masterpiece that got me through dozens, if not hundreds, of study sessions in college. Bon appétit.”

  I didn’t realize how hungry I was until there was food in front of me. Not even wanting to waste time with silverware, I grabbed the toast and sunk my teeth into it, the yolk breaking and filling my mouth.

  “Delicious,” I said once I’d chewed, swallowing hard and washing it all down with some coffee. “Maybe we can talk about you coming on board as a live-in cook.”

  “Yeah!” said Jason, his eyes lighting up at the suggestion.

  “I don’t know about that,” said Callie, blushing. “Unless you guys are really into instant ramen, you might get a little tired of the lack of variety.”

  Callie took the remaining chair next to me, and the three of us ate our breakfast in happy silence. And as I took the last bite of my toast, Callie reached under the bar and gave my leg a secret squeeze, following it up with a sly little wink, making it clear that this was our secret. A warm feeling spread outward from my heart, taking me totally by surprise.

  Just what the hell was going on here?

  “So,” said Callie, breaking the silence. “How about our little field trip we’ve got planned for today?”

  “Oh, that’s right,” I said.

  I’d gotten so caught up in everything going on between me and Callie I’d forgotten about our mission.

  “You really want to do this?” I said. “Go to the office of this company and try to see what we can find out?”

  “Absolutely,” she said, not a trace of hesitation in her voice. “We’ll go there and get all the answers we can. Think about it—what if this makes the difference between another fire and not?”

  “What fire?” asked Jason, looking up from his food.

  “Nothing, buddy,” I said, mussing his hair. “Eat your grub.”

  “What about him?” asked Callie, pointing with her thumb to Jason.

  “He’s got a playdate for a few hours today with one of the other kids in the building, so the timing should work out.”

  “Perfect,” said Callie, popping the last bit of toast into her mouth. “Then it’s on. We’ll go to the office and see what we can find out. You can flash your badge, I can flash my smile, and we’ll have that place open wide for us before we know it.”

  “Have I ever told you how impressive your confidence is?” I asked, dunking my crust into a little pool of yolk in the middle of my plate.

  “It’s what has made my career the smashing success it is,” she said, giving me another one of those irresistible, toothy smiles.

  “Then let’s not waste another minute,” I said.

  “My thoughts exactly,” said Callie.

  20

  CALLIE

  Stone and I stood before an office tower in the financial district, the enormous building a monument of steel and glass that seemed to stretch up forever into the cloudless afternoon sky. I’d been more than hyped up for our little recon mission during the subway ride over, but now that we were here in front of the imposing building, a tinge of fear ran outward from my gut and all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. Part of me wanted to turn back right then and there.

  “We sure about this?” I asked.

  Stone raised an eyebrow.

  “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” he said, his tone even and calm.

  “Not cold feet, per se, just realizing what we’re about to do.”

  “We’re about to find out if we’re going to be able to put a stop to the next fire before it happens,” he said.

  “True, true,” I replied, still feeling a little nervous.

  “And you’re about to get more info for the story of your life,” he added.

  Ah, that’s right. “OK,” I said, rolling my shoulders and psyching myself up, “I think I’m ready to do this.”

  “Let me do the talking,” he said. “I think a city employee might be able to get a little further than an eager-beaver reporter.”

  “Fine,” I said.

  With that, the two of us stepped through the massive spinning doors of the building and into the lobby. The space was as enormous and intimidating as the outside of the building, with tall ceilings and an interior dominated by white marble and gold. Stone walked purposefully over to the front desk, where a pair of men in sharp suits and earpieces stood, their eyes meeting ours as soon as we approached.

  “Can I help you?” asked one of them, a beefy guy with a chrome-dome head.

  “I think you might be able to,” said Stone. “My name’s Carter Hampton. I’m an employee with the FDNY, and I have orders to make a stop up on the thirtieth floor make sure the city fire code is being adhered to.”

  “I see,” said the bald man, his voice low and oily. “Do you have an appointment?”

  Stone chuckled. “I take it you’re not all that familiar with city inspections?” he asked.

  The bald guy gave Stone a look that suggested he’d better explain himself, and in a hurry.

  “See, the point of city inspections is to make sure everything’s up to code. Now, if we just told you that we were coming, you’d all have the chance to get everything in order, put a coat of paint on everything, so to speak.”

  Stone’s tone was not just confident but insistent. It was impressive to watch him do his thing.

  “I can assure you that everything in the building is up to city standards,” said the bald man, shifting where he stood.

  “I don’t doubt that for a second,” said Stone. “But you see, my job’s to make sure that’s true with my own eyes. So, if you’d be so kind, I’d appreciate it if you let me up to the thirtieth floor, and that you didn’t let anyone up there know I was coming. Don’t want to spoil the surprise, if you understand.”

  The man gave Stone one last once-over.

  “And her?” he asked, pointing to me.

  “This is Kendra, my trainee. Someone’s gotta train the newest generation of fire-code inspectors, right?”

  I gave the man a friendly little finger-waggling wave, and he forced a half-smile and a nod.

  “OK, fine,” he said. “I’ll buzz you in through the security gates.”

  He made a few clicks on his keyboard and gestured to the security gate behind us.

  “Thanks for your help, buddy,” said Stone, flashing the man one last friendly smile before turning and heading toward the security stations.

  I didn’t say anything for fear of blowing our cover, but once we stepped into the elevator, I couldn’t hold it ba
ck any longer.

  “Damn!” I said, shaking my head. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so good at bullshitting?”

  “Hey,” he said, “I told you that my past is pretty checkered. You don’t live like that without picking up a few tricks about how to bluff your way past anything.”

  The elevator rose silently, the red digital numbers ticking by the second.

  Then, before I had a chance to react, Stone reached over, placed his hand on my hip and pulled me into his embrace. He lowered his head and kissed me hard, skipping the first chaste steps of a kiss and getting right into the hot and heavy making out.

  I was more than into it. My hands moved onto his chest, outlining his muscles through his shirt. Stone did the same, his touch traveling over my stomach and onto my breasts. I went from zero to horny faster than I ever had in my life, and all I wanted was more, more.

  But when the elevator sounded out a low chime, letting us know that we’d reached our floor, I knew the fun was over.

  “Too bad we don’t have time for anything else in here,” I said, my heart racing.

  “Maybe on the way back down,” he said with a wink.

  The doors slid open, revealing an elegant, well-appointed lobby. Businessmen and women in expensive suits darted here and there, a large logo reading “Brass-Winthrop” written in stylish, gold cursive font dominating the space from behind the long sweep of the front desk.

  “What’s the plan now?” I asked.

  “Aren’t you the one who said something about ‘womanly wiles’ or some such?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said. “But now that I’m here it’s all just a little overwhelming.”

  “Key is to find a mark,” said Stone. “Remember how for our first interview you seemed to think that winning smile of yours would be the keys to the kingdom?”