Heartfire: A Second Chance Romance

by Joanna Blake

  "Hmmfff... so sweet..."

  I practically tore them down to her ankles and was back, this time my lips and tongue found her bare pussy. Silky and smooth and tangy and sweet... I licked at her, making sure to not stay in one place for too long. She wiggled in protest at my teasing but I just blew on her before starting up again.

  I grinned as her hips started to move rhythmically in my hands. Time to double down. I pushed my tongue inside her and started to thrust it, then I lifted one hand to strum her clit.

  "Ohhhh... hmmffff... Drew!"

  "Hmmm hmmm..."

  I wanted to tell her to hold on tight, but I was too busy to talk. Instead I fucked her with my lips and tongue until she was on the brink of coming. I stopped and leaned back, blowing cool air on her overheated pussy again.

  Her fingers dug into my hair, trying to tug me back.

  "Please..."

  "Not just yet sweetheart."

  I shook my head tauntingly and waited. Then I began again. I wanted her as wild for me as I was for her. And I didn't care how long it took to get her there.

  Up and down I licked her. Each time I spent a little time on her clit. A little, but not too much. Finally, I pulled her little nub into my mouth and sucked.

  Hard.

  Kennedy screamed. I felt her cream all over my face and worked her harder, making sure she was done coming when I stopped.

  Oh yes, that was what I was after.

  She was still shaking as I lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her down carefully. She stared up at me with glazed eyes as I pulled my clothes off. Then I pulled her legs apart and shouldered my way between them.

  I wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. I had one chance to make an impression on her and I was going to take it.

  "Drew..."

  She squealed as I lightly flicked her clit. I smiled up at her as she shuddered. I licked her puffy little pussy lips and stroked her until she was on the brink of coming again.

  "Please Drew... I can't take it anymore..."

  I stared up at her, toying with her slippery pussy lips.

  "You want me to fuck you Neddy?"

  I wanted to hear her to beg. Hell, I needed to hear it. Thankfully, she obliged.

  "Yes... please... oh God!"

  Then and only then did I raise myself up and guide my cock to those slick, delicious lips. I stared into her eyes as I pushed forward, slowly sinking into her tight, slick heat. I groaned as I settled inside her, as far as I could go.

  There was no place on Earth I would rather be.

  There hadn't been for a long time.

  Being inside Kennedy was like coming home. I couldn't lie to myself about that anymore. Even when I was a horny teenager I'd sensed it. There had always been something special about the quiet girl I'd been too chicken shit to say a word to.

  In a way, I was glad I had waited. Because if I had messed things up then... hell, all I did was mess up where Kennedy was concerned.

  But she kept forgiving me.

  And now I was going to make sure she didn't regret it.

  I braced myself above her and started to move. Each rotation of my hips made us both shudder with ecstasy. I'd never felt anything like it.

  Nothing compared to this. Not the first few weeks together. Not our one night together.

  That night I had taken what I wanted. This time was different.

  This time I wanted to give.

  It was true what they said. Giving was it's own reward. Making Kennedy squirm in pleasure was much more satisfying than just getting my rocks off. And it made my rocks much, much bigger.

  Speaking of my rocks... my balls seemed to swell and pulse with the full load they carried. I grimaced as I fought my own urge to barrel towards the finish line. I wanted this to last.

  I wanted this to count.

  I stared down at Kennedy as I slowly fucked us both into oblivion.

  Kennedy

  "Oh no you don't..."

  I wiggled as Drew yanked my hips back towards his hard cock. He thrust into me again, taking me from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. He stroked into me for a minute before holding perfectly still as I clamped down on him instinctively, so close to climaxing it hurt.

  Bastard.

  He knew exactly what he was doing to me every time he stopped and started. He'd been doing it all night. He wanted to drive me insane.

  And it was working.

  "Please..."

  I heard a low chuckle behind me as Drew's fingers traced my spine.

  "That's good sweetheart. Beg for me."

  I moaned, as he started to move again. He was taking me from behind this time, though he kept switching positions. No matter how we tangled together though, he found a way to find a sensitive spot. He found a way to toy with me and control when I came.

  Exactly when I came.

  And if I came.

  This time, he seemed to be relishing keeping me on edge. He was way too good at it. He played my body like a master.

  He was the master.

  My master. And he knew it.

  The man was diabolical, his fingers stroking me so lightly I could barely feel them one minute, then applying just the right pressure as the brushed my nipples. My ass. My clit.

  He curled forward over my back without breaking his tempo. Long, slow thrusts. He was clearly in no hurry to finish this time.

  Or let me finish.

  His breath fanned the back of my neck as he gathered my hair into a ponytail. Gently he tugged my head back and whispered against my ear.

  "Do you want to come, Kennedy?"

  "Hmmmfff... yes please."

  He laughed low and released my hair so his hand could slide lower, grasping a breast.

  "So polite. Such a good, obedient girl you are."

  I moaned as his fingers slid lower and found my clit. The way he was talking to me- the way he was working me- it was so deliberate. So filthy.

  So... damn... sexy...

  "Eeeeeeeeeee!"

  Drew stifled a laugh as he clapped his hand over my mouth to smother my scream. He didn't stop fucking me though. Now I could tell he was closer, his breathy grunts of pleasure tickling my ear.

  He was enjoying this as much as I was.

  It was hard to believe, but apparently I had the same effect on him that he had on me. The sounds he made... the way he touched me. He was just as desperate for me as I was for him.

  I whimpered as my orgasm rolled on, seemingly never ending. His fingers found my clit again and I shook helplessly, losing all sense of time and space. My mouth opened but no sound came out. I was pretty sure I was drooling.

  A small part of me was glad he couldn't see my face at the moment. I had a feeling I would never hear the end of it. For as long as we were together anyway.

  Only until he 'got me out of his system'.

  I pushed that thought away. I didn't want to think about that now. I couldn't.

  "Hmmmff... oh God... turn over... I want to see you."

  I felt him pull out and we both moaned in frustration.

  Then I was being lifted and turned. Cool air hit my skin as he manipulated my body. Then Drew's heat came crashing down on me. His chest pressed into mine. His lips captured my mouth and took it, licking and stroking and sucking.

  And biting.

  "Ouch!"

  He grinned at me and then lowered his gaze. I watched as his gorgeous face darkened in concentration. He was completely focused on what he was doing.

  Getting his cock inside me.

  I felt the tip of his thick member press against my lips. We both gasped as he slipped just inside me. Then the glorious pressure of him as he eased further in.

  He watched us and I watched him. He licked his lips as he stared at his cock disappearing slowly inside me. Inch by inch. He grunted in satisfaction. It was the sexiest damn thing I'd seen in my life.

  He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he bottomed out. Then he looked at me. I felt the pressure inside me build as
we stared into each other's eyes.

  And just like that, I came.

  The world broke apart. I started into his eyes as everything around us shattered. He was my anchor, the only thing tethering me to the earth. Without Drew, I felt like I would float away into the sky.

  So I didn't look away. I couldn't. He wouldn't let me.

  He held perfectly still, letting me writhe all over his cock, spearing me to the bed with his hardness.

  And then, just as I was starting to come down again, he started to move.

  I screamed as another orgasm tore through me. He swallowed the sound with his lips, kissing me as he rode me to completion. We were both gasping for air as we came together, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

  I could feel every inch of him as he expanded with the force of his orgasm. He cursed and buried his face in my neck, convulsing above me. I held onto his shoulders for dear life as we shook so hard the bed moved.

  It was a while before either of us spoke. We lay there, holding each other tightly as our breathing evened out. Drew lifted his head and stared at me, a look of awe in his eyes.

  "My God, Kennedy..."

  He gently pushed my hair away from my face and kissed me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Drew

  I had never felt so relaxed in my life. Something about having her here, in my arms, knowing that she was mine... it was deeply satisfying.

  She was mine.

  Even if she didn't know it yet.

  This was not going to be a one-time thing.

  That didn't change the fact that I had a plan. I was still going to keep her at arm's length. Just in case she had plans to ditch me again. I had to be careful.

  I kissed her shoulder, realizing this was going to be harder than I thought.

  I was in love with Kennedy Daniels.

  And she was not in love with me.

  Not surprising, considering how perfect she was. How good. And what a royal fuck up I was. Had always been.

  Maybe I could make her love me... trick her into it somehow. She'd thought she was in love with me before. But she was wrong. It was nothing like what I felt for her. This all-encompassing need.

  It was more than a hunger. It was like I was starving for her. Not just physically either. I wanted all of her.

  Right down to her soul.

  If she felt even a sliver of what I did, she wouldn't have run away, even with her bastard brothers kicking her out. She wouldn't have pushed me away all the times I'd tried to get her since she came back. Even if my advances hadn't exactly been romantic.

  Right?

  I closed my eyes, deciding it didn't matter.

  No matter whether she loved me or not, she wanted me. And there was no denying the attraction between us. But for me it was life and death, not just a fling. That was why I had to be the one to control the situation. The depth of things. Kennedy had a way of getting under my skin. She had before I even spoke to her. But that night... she'd been so shy. And yet so sure of herself... her beliefs.

  Her belief in me.

  She'd taken down my defenses before I even knew what was happening.

  I think I'd been halfway in love with her since the first time I saw her. Maybe more. Every time my sister dragged me and my brothers to church. Even though I hated it, I went. Mostly because I knew I would see her.

  All those years... trying to be tough. To be brave. But I got butterflies when I saw the quiet beauty on the street. Or at church. Or in the halls at our high school.

  We'd never spoken a word to each other. But I'd known she was special. Even then, with the hormones raging through my body. I'd known.

  I squeezed her, pressing a kiss on her shoulder and thought about that first night. The first time we'd actually talked to each other. Apparently, she'd been as nervous about it as I'd been.

  ********

  I squinted, shielding my eyes from the shoddy spotlight with a grin. I was on stage at one of our annual charity events. Dante had given us the bar for the night, as he often did when we needed to raise money. So many of the guys were sick. The old timers, who'd been there on 9/11. Just breathing that dust had done it. It had been too rushed, and the first responders were too brave to stop and get a respirator.

  Now, many of them were dying.

  It seemed wrong somehow. The job was dangerous, sure. We were supposed to fight fire. But these men... these men were getting eaten alive from the inside out.

  So, we raised money for them. For the wives and the kids, if there were any. For the doctor's bills and sometimes the funerals. For what came after. Christmas presents and new socks and school supplies. The guys knew that even if they went, their families were our families. Forever.

  We did whatever it took. Cheesy calendars. Picnics. Bake sales. And this, the annual Brooklyn 'Fireman Auction.'

  Now it was my turn on the block.

  "Ladies, we have a treat for you. The departments very own Stud Muffin himself, Drew Callaway!"

  I grinned at the crowd, not even a little bit embarrassed. This event had gotten me laid last year. And the year before.

  Then again, I pretty much got laid just for breathing.

  I wasn't surprised when the bidding was fast and furious. A gaggle of giggling girls were down front conferring and shouting their bids. They won me for almost four hundred dollars. Three hundred, seventy-nine dollars and eighty-three cents to be exact.

  I wondered if I was supposed to go out with all of them. Not that I wasn't up to the challenge, but the logistics might be hard to work out.

  Two seconds later the question was answered as the girls shoved someone onto the stage. A delicate looking, dark haired beauty with an hourglass figure. All I could see were huge eyes and a pair of pouty lips.

  And curves for miles.

  I blinked as the winner got shoved into the light.

  It was my dream girl. Kennedy Stewart herself was standing there, biting her lip. Her perfect, gorgeous, kissable bottom lip.

  I stared at her stupidly, grinning like a monkey.

  I didn't care that it was obvious she hadn't bid on me herself. I felt like I'd just won the lottery. The prettiest girl in all of Windsor Terrace was mine for the night.

  Hell, she was the prettiest girl in Brooklyn.

  Oh yeah, I was going to make the most of this.

  I lifted her up and grunted at the feel of her in my arms. She let out a nervous squeal as I carried her off the stage. The crowd went nuts as I strutted like a caveman through the bar. There was an empty cornertable in the back. I set her down in front of it.

  She looked adorably shell-shocked as I pulled out her chair.

  "Are you okay?"

  "Yes. I'm- I'm fine."

  She sat, looking around the bar in embarrassment. I saw her three friends wave their fingers coyly and run out of the bar giggling. I grinned at her.

  "They put you up to this?"

  "I- no, they-"

  She chewed her lip and I found myself staring at her mouth. Hoping I'd get a chance to lick it. I exhaled sharply, realizing I was getting hard.

  Easy boy.

  "My friends are playing a silly joke. I only came because I know Pete. He lives on our block."

  Pete was the latest fireman to come down with a WTC related illness. Today's proceeds would go to his family. I nodded somberly, watching her face.

  "So, you didn't bid on me."

  She stared at me wide-eyed and shook her head. I pretended to be hurt and she rushed to reassure me. I almost laughed at how sweet she was. How nice. I wasn't used to nice.

  I felt something like an arrow sinking into my chest.

  Right in the center. It didn't hurt though. Well, maybe a little. In a good way.

  "I mean, I wasn't going to... bid on anyone. I was just going to put some money in the jar."

  She held out a couple of twenties and I shook my head, telling her to put them away. I wondered if she wanted a drink. I didn't need one myself. I was entirely focused o
n getting her into bed.

  "Well, you won me. Now, what are you going to do with me?"

  I gave her a warm look, making it clear that she could do whatever she wanted to. Jesus, I was hoping she would! She just blinked at me. Her voice was soft and questioning when she answered.

  "Nothing?"

  I laughed.

  "No way. I at least owe you a night on the town."

  She shook her head.

  "No, that's okay. You don't have to-"

  "I want to."

  She blinked again.

  "I like your voice. I've never heard it before. Except in choir. It's very pretty."

  Pretty was an understatement. Her singing voice was beautiful. A high, sweet soprano. But I wasn't going to start gushing all over her like a fool.

  She blushed though. Like I'd said something personal. Like I'd said all the filthy things running through my mind.

  My dick got even harder. I had a feeling this night was going to end in extreme sexual frustration. Blue balls times a thousand. I smiled anyway.

  "You want to get out of here?"

  She nodded.

  "Yes. I should get home..."

  "No, I mean for our date. Let's go somewhere. Or just walk. It's for a good cause..."

  She couldn't really argue with that. So we did.

  We strolled up and down the wide walkway outside of Prospect Park. I offered to take her for a drink but she said no. Instead I took her for Italian. We talked and ate. Then I got her an ice cream cone on seventh avenue. I watched her eat that ice cream cone with my mouth hanging open.

  Her dainty fingers on the cone.

  Those soft pink lips.

  Her white teeth and silky looking tongue.

  To say I was getting blue balls would be an understatement. But I wouldn't have changed a second of it for the world. I walked her towards home and sat on a bench for hours, asking her questions.

  It wasn't easy to get her to talk but once she did, I was sucked in. Then we were both talking. About our families. Our hopes. Our dreams.

  And just like that, I was cooked.

  I walked her to her front stoop and kissed her goodnight. Her cheek only. But I knew I had her. It might take a while, but Kennedy was going to be mine.