Third-Degree Burn [Southern Heat 3]

by Alexa Aaby

  “Nice to see you again,” Shane said with a smile.

  “What’s up with him?” Kayla asked Shane, staring at Dakota.

  “Believe it or not, he’s not much of a morning person,” Shane explained.

  After Kayla conducted interviews with the other men who worked for the station, she treated the firehouse to a catered lunch from a local restaurant. It was one o’clock in the afternoon when she made her way back over to Dakota. Cornering him behind the ladder truck he was busy wiping down, she decided to confront him.

  “Do you have a problem with me?” she asked. What’s with the attitude?”

  “Why, Ms. Jennings, whatever do you mean?” he asked, staring into her eyes.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I get the feeling you don’t want me here.”

  “How perceptive of you,” he said. “You should never doubt your feelings.”

  “Listen, you don’t have to be so hard on me. I’m just doing my job like you’re doing yours,” she replied before turning her back and walking away.

  Shane took her by the arm and walked her outside. “Listen, Kayla, you have to forgive Dakota. He hasn’t been himself lately.”

  “Well, I guess it’s good to know he’s not a jerk on a regular basis,” she replied.

  “You should go easy on him. He just went through a terrible breakup a month ago, after being in a three-year relationship.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t aware of that. Well, I’ll try to keep out of his way,” Kayla said, a bit of sympathy reflected in her voice.

  “I’ll tell you what. A few of us are going over to the End Zone after work. It’s the sports bar over on 14th Street. Why don’t you join us?”

  Kayla shook her head. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. Dakota’s not very hospitable. He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

  Stepping a little closer to her, Shane said, “Well, he might not, but I sure do.”

  “What?” she asked with a surprised look.

  “Yep, from the moment you walked in last week. You’re beautiful, Kayla, but I’m sure you already know that,” Shane said, looking her straight in the eyes before his gaze deflected to the ground. He ran his hand through his sun-kissed, thick hair. “I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

  Kayla was mildly shocked. As much as she hated to admit it, both Shane and Dakota were deliciously sexy. Like Shane, she had felt the strong pull of attraction from the first moment she met them. Although she tried to dismiss her feelings, she knew what Shane said was true.

  “So will you join us?” he asked again with a look of hope displayed on his face.

  “Well, we are stuck with each other for a week. If it’ll help Dakota shed his hard exterior and warm up to me a bit then why not? OK, I’ll come with,” she agreed.

  Shane smiled at her. “Thanks, Kayla, you won’t regret this.”

  “Let’s hope not,” she replied.

  * * * *

  At 7:00 p.m. that night, the End Zone was packed full of patrons, including the men of Station 75. Even Chief Stockton made an appearance, ordering a few rounds of drinks for his team. While he was there, he made it a point to talk candidly with Kayla.

  “Shane speaks so highly of you, Kayla. It seems like our arrangement is off to a good start.”

  “Everything is going just fine. My interviews with the other men were quite interesting. By the end of the week, I’ll have more than enough material to complete the series.”

  “What about Dakota? Has he been of assistance?” the chief inquired.

  “He has, but I guess his recent breakup left a pretty deep, emotional wound.”

  The chief looked puzzled. “What breakup? Oh, are you talking about his tumultuous romance with Marcie Stokes? That was nothing more than a series of bad decisions—mainly on his part. That relationship was doomed from the start.”

  “I’m not following. What are you saying?” she asked.

  “Trust me, Kayla. That whole thing was a complete waste of time. It meant nothing to Dakota. It didn’t faze him a bit. He told me as much.” Studying her expression, he said, “If you ask me, he’s much better off without her.”

  Instantly, she became highly agitated. Her heart started pounding as she searched her mind for an answer. “Then this was nothing more than—”

  “You’ll have to excuse me, but if I don’t get home, Mrs. Stockton will have my head. I’ll see you tomorrow?” the chief asked.

  “Oh, you can bet on it,” Kayla replied, feeling her blood pressure rise to the boiling point.

  With the chief gone, Kayla made her way over to the bar where Shane and Dakota were downing a few mugs of domestic brews. She nudged him in the arm.

  “Hey, Kayla, what’s up? Are you enjoying yourself?” Shane asked.

  Her eyes squinted as she whispered to him. “You, Shane McIntyre, are a lying sack of shit! You and your partner deserve each other.”

  Grabbing her tote, she rushed out of the restaurant’s main entrance and headed to her car. Kayla was upset though she felt quite satisfied with herself for the moment. Confronting Shane the way she did made her feel much better. She had the last word, and it was enough to send her home with a new sense of pride.

  Chapter Two

  At 8:15 p.m., Kayla heard a knock at her front door. When she peeped through the side glass, she saw Shane standing outside. His dark blue Challenger was parked in her driveway. Focusing on him again, she could tell something was wrong. He looked upset.

  Kayla opened the door, dressed in a pair of pale green shorts and a pink tank top. Staring at him, she asked, “What do you want?”

  “I need to speak with you, Kayla. You were so upset when you left the bar. I have to explain a few things. I promise it won’t take long.”

  She started to turn him away, but he looked so sincere. The smile on his face, displaying his beautiful deep dimples, made her change her mind in the blink of an eye.

  “Come on in,” she said.

  “Your place is real nice,” Shane commented, stepping inside and looking around. “The news business must pay well.”

  “I don’t know about all that. It’s a rental, but I’ve been living here for about a year. I like it,” she said. “So have a seat. I’ll get you a beer.”

  After she returned with refreshments, she handed the drink to him before taking a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, engaging him in a much deeper conversation. “That line you fed me about Dakota being hurt over his breakup was uncalled for, Shane. The chief told me Dakota and Marcie’s ‘relationship,’ and I use the term loosely, was nothing more than a passing fling. What exactly did you hope to accomplish by lying to me?”

  “Things between the two of you have to change, Kayla. I thought if you saw a more vulnerable side of Dakota, you’d soften up to him a bit. If we’re all going to work together, the two of you have to stop biting at each other. It was a bad idea. I know that now. I hope you can forgive me. I’m here to help close the gap,” he said, licking a few traces of beer foam from his lips.

  “OK, I did promise your chief that I would play nice.” Taking a deep breath, she said, “Truth be told, you can be quite adorable, Shane. I think Dakota could be just as charming if he wanted to be.”

  “I’m sorry about misleading you, Kayla. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking about you. If truth be told, I thought about you all last night. I just couldn’t get you off of my mind. As I lay in bed, the harder I tried not to think of you the more it made me want to touch myself,” he said, adjusting the front of his jeans.

  Kayla jumped to her feet. “Oh, no, what do you think you’re doing? I didn’t invite you into my home to have intercourse.”

  “Who says that?” he asked, bursting into laughter.

  “Don’t make fun of me, Shane. You know what I’m saying,” she replied.

  Looking at her pretty face and her lips pursed in protest, he said, “To be completely honest, Kayla, I don’t want to engage in intercourse
.”

  “You don’t?” she questioned, feeling greatly relieved and somewhat disappointed.

  “No, I don’t. What I really want is to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  Grabbing hold of her shoulders, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her slowly. Kayla’s heart started pounding against her chest as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, offering her a chance to suck on it, and she did.

  Seconds later, she sat up and got to her feet. “You are out of control. I think you need to leave.”

  “Now, you really don’t want me to leave you like this, do you?” Shane questioned. “You’re all hot and bothered. I bet that red-hot pussy of yours is just a-throbbing inside of those tight little shorts,” he said with a sly smile.

  “What are you talking about? That kiss meant nothing,” she told him.

  “You’re wound so tight, Kayla, most guys would have to use the Jaws of Life to pry those long, smooth legs of yours apart. Luckily for you, my cock is big. It’ll get the job done in no time.”

  “Get out!” she screamed.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” Shane confirmed, shaking his head. “Do you know what I think?”

  After pursing her lips again, she asked, “Really, Shane, how would I begin to know that?”

  Acknowledging her sarcasm, he continued, “I think that tight, pinned-up exterior of yours is trying desperately to hide the sex-starved workaholic lurking beneath that perfectly polished, professional surface. I’m betting you haven’t had a good fuck in who knows how long?”

  Walking toward the front door, she said, “Oh, I get it now. You’re still pissed about what I said to you at the bar. Well, you certainly have proved me right. You are a lying sack of—”

  Before Kayla could finish her sentence, Shane stepped up behind her and started massaging her D-cup breasts with both hands. Grinding his pelvis into her backside, she could feel his manhood pressing against her bottom. He had a massive hard-on. Her breaths quickened as he pulled her tank top up above her breasts, gently fingering her nipples outside of her sheer pink bra. Her nubs began to protrude shamelessly with each stimulating touch he delivered to them.

  Whispering softly in her ear, he said, “You are so backed up with desire, you’re about to erupt like a volcano. You’ve got so much boiling-hot juice brewing between those sexy legs of yours. If you don’t allow me to release the pressure, baby, you’re going to blow at the wrong time. You need to believe me when I say this is absolutely the right time.”

  “You can’t do this. I don’t know you,” Kayla said in between deep breaths. “You need to leave.”

  “And you so badly need to release all that built-up pressure,” Shane replied. “Let me make you come real good.”

  Unsnapping the front of her bra, he continued to massage her firm titties, pinching her nipples, making them even bigger than they already were. Seizing the opportunity to explore her body, he opened her shorts and slipped his hand into her pink silk panties. Thinly cropped pubic hairs, which felt like peach fuzz, covered her vulva. A surge of blood quickly filled the length of his shaft as he wantonly stroked her plump pussy. In no time at all, he developed a major hard-on, knowing in that moment their playtime had begun.

  “You can’t make me do this.” She sighed.

  “Oh, but you will. You are not what you pretend to be, Kayla. I can smell it all over you. When was the last time you got fucked really hard?” he asked, flicking her left nipple intensely while he opened her labia and fingered her clit.

  “I don’t have to tell you that,” she replied, breathing heavily, feeling secretions of her arousal soaking her panties.

  “You are a naughty girl, Kayla,” he told her, sticking his middle finger into her wet snatch. “You can’t be allowed to continue on like this, making pricks hard with anticipation and then turning them soft with your harsh words and dismissive attitude. You’ve got to learn to be more respectful. You need to be taught a lesson. You need to be punished.”

  Shane turned her around to face him. He grabbed both of her big, firm breasts and sucked them into his mouth, licking her pink nipples. Soaking them in his saliva, he made Kayla’s cunt throb with hunger and wanton lust. Pushing her down atop the living-room sofa, he pulled her shorts off and stripped her out of her panties. As soon as she was naked from the bottom down, he pulled her legs apart and started sucking on her outer lips.

  “Stop it, Shane. I don’t want this to happen,” Kayla said, though she felt the need to grind her pussy into his face.

  “Are you sure?” he asked. “Because if you don’t me want to use my long, highly skilled tongue to lap at your swollen clit until it makes you come so hard you can’t catch your breath, let me know right now, and I’ll get up and leave. Is that what you want me to do?”

  Under any other circumstances, Kayla would have told him to go to hell and get out, but the things he was doing to her numbed her resistance completely. The feel of his smooth, hard flesh against hers was too overwhelming to pass up. She did indeed want him to lick her furiously and continuously until she came harder than she ever had before. He was in complete control, manipulating her mind and body. He made her want him so much that she was willing to do anything to achieve her goal.

  She could no longer hold back. Her pussy was inflamed in sexual sensations pushing her to the edge of no return. Suddenly, she blurted out, “Suck on my clit, and make it big. Keep licking it real fast until I come in your sweet mouth!”

  “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. That’s what I wanted to hear,” Shane confirmed, slowly rising up off of her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, sounding so thwarted he almost felt sorry for her.

  “You’ve been bad, remember? You can’t get away with being a bitch and then get the cunt sucking of a lifetime. You’re gonna have to earn it,” he said with a smirk.

  “You manipulative, devious bastard!” she screamed.

  “You’re frustrated, Kayla. I understand what you’re going through. Your pussy is throbbing hard and fast. You want me to satisfy you right now. But in order for you to get what you want, you’ll have to show me how much you need me,” he said, pulling off his black T-shirt, exposing his incredibly muscular, tanned chest.

  “What?” Kayla asked, feeling so infuriated she could cry.

  Opening his blue jeans, pulling out his massive, stiff cock and firm, heavy balls, Shane’s voice became smooth as a warm Southern night but increasingly demanding. “You’re gonna have to earn your sweet, mind-numbing orgasm, girl. Now get down on your hands and knees, crawl over here, and suck me off until I blast my load all over those soft, pink, pouty lips. You will make me come, and you will swallow every drop of semen that spurts from my very tasty, hard dick.”

  Kayla felt ashamed, deceived and betrayed by Shane, but she desperately needed his magical tongue to do to her what she now knew it could. She decided to dispose of every bit of her pride and do something she had never done for any man in her entire twenty-seven years of life. She unconditionally surrendered herself to him.

  Every move she made toward him confirmed that she had lost all control. His cock was rock hard, and it looked so good standing at attention for her, waiting for her to engage it sexually. Kayla could actually feel her salivary glands activate the closer she got to it. She failed to understand what was happening to her, but she really didn’t care. All she wanted was his big, hard prick in her mouth.

  When she was face to face with his manhood, about to grab hold of it, Shane said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I have to touch it,” Kayla replied, staring at his member.

  “You have to do more than that. You want to taste it, to lick it, and suck on it, right?” he asked her slowly.

  “Yes, that’s what I have to do,” she answered quickly.

  “You need it real bad, don’t you?” he asked, glaring at her intensely.

  “I do,” she admitted reluctantly.

  Smiling misch
ievously at her, he said, “If you want it that bad, then beg me for it.”

  His request took her by surprise and scrambled her emotions. She looked up at him. “What?”

  “You heard me, girl. If you really want a taste of the delights that are in store for you, start begging.”

  Kayla had never felt so humiliated in all of her life. She had been so determined to reject Shane’s advances, but now, as she kneeled in front of him and his most undeniably tempting cock, there was only one clear choice.

  “Well?” Shane asked, slowly stroking his shaft. The smooth, shiny head of his helmet leaked pre-cum, tempting Kayla to new sexual heights.

  Licking her lips, she said, “I’m begging you, Shane. Please, let me suck your cock.”

  “Is that the best you can do?” he questioned strongly.

  “No, I can do better,” she confirmed.

  “Then give it to me, now!” he shouted.

  “I really need to suck on your big, hard dick. It looks so delicious, and I’m sooo hungry for it, baby. Please, please let me suck on it,” she pleaded desperately.

  “That’s better,” he said. “Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and lick my cockhead. I want to see you slurp on my pre-cum.”

  Like a wounded, starving animal, Kayla did as her master commanded, slowly swirling her tongue around his sculptured helmet several times, licking the sensitive V underneath until his shaft pulsated against her eager tongue.

  “That’s a good girl, Kayla. I like the way you respond to my command. You deserve a little more now.”

  His approval of her foreplay made her relax a little, and she became open to all the scintillating possibilities that came with having sex with him. Shane pushed more of his meaty shaft into Kayla’s mouth. She began to suck on his cock, making slurping noises as she struggled to take in all of his ten inches.

  Towering above her, Shane closed his eyes, feeling the intense force of suction Kayla delivered to his manhood. She was quite proficient at giving head, but he could tell she hadn’t sucked on a good dick in a long time. He wanted to ejaculate, but he also wanted her to enjoy their first encounter, for he knew there would be many more to come.