by Jade Kuzma
“Do you have a room?”
I slowly turned toward her.
Now I was beginning to understand why Gina appealed to me so much. That mischievous twinkle in her eye like she was up to something couldn’t have been more obvious.
Damn…
How I never noticed a girl like her back in high school still boggled my fucking mind.
“I got a room,” I said.
“Do you wanna show it to me?”
There was no denying her. Now it was just a matter of whether or not she was willing to play along with my rules.
“George is sleeping right now,” I said. “The room might get a little… entertaining. But you’ve gotta stay quiet.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior.”
She bit her bottom lip, failing to hide her smile as she stared right at me.
“This way.”
I took her hand and led her back through the station. We moved down the hall toward the place where all of the rooms were located. The one room where George was staying was locked. His loud snoring coming from behind the door was like music to my ears.
I led Gina into a small room with little more than a bed and a closed window inside of it. There wasn’t much more to it, since it was only there for the firefighters to rest.
That was more than enough for the both of us.
I locked the door behind me. As soon as I did, Gina pounced.
She hopped up onto me, wrapping her arms and legs around me. She ensnared me with a kiss. I didn’t resist. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting as much of her as I could.
My face moved down and my mouth trailed all over her neck. She gasped uncontrollably. I pulled my head away and widened my eyes at her.
“Shhh…”
“Sorry,” she whispered with a grin.
I smiled back at her then picked up right where we left off.
I carried her the short distance toward the bed then set her down.
We worked together to get me undressed. While Gina tore at my belt and zipper, I pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the side. My shirt gone and my jeans and underwear at my ankles, I stood before Gina with a hard cock throbbing right before her. The only light came from the moonlight shining in through the window but it was more than enough for me to see the naughty grin on her face.
“I missed this,” she said as she took my cock into her palm.
“It’s only been one night,” I said, chuckling.
“I missed this.”
She took my length into her mouth and started sucking. As soon as her wet tongue hit my shaft, my knees buckled. I let out a deep and satisfied sigh to let her know just how good it felt.
Being a Black Reaper meant I got all of the perks that came along with it. Wearing the patch commanded respect from everybody in town. That included all of the women who were so willing to line up and suck cock. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t partake in some of the groupies who were dying to please a Reaper.
But the way Gina sucked cock was better than I could remember. She took as much of my length without hesitating. She choked. She gagged. Spit coated my shaft. But she didn’t complain as she pushed her face deeper.
It didn’t take much effort for her to take my cock down into her throat. Her lips pressing against my hilt, Gina held me in place and cupped my balls in her palm.
“Fuck…”
I groaned uncontrollably from how good it felt. Her entire mouth was consuming me.
Gina stuck her tongue out and massaged the underside of my shaft to stimulate me even more.
I put a hand down on her shoulders to brace myself.
She kept her head in place for a few seconds before pulling off of me with a deep gasp. She stared up at me, her eyes watering and spit dripping down her chin.
“Fuck my mouth… Fuck my mouth…”
She didn’t say it. She commanded me.
Who was I to refuse?
The intensity in her eyes couldn’t be denied.
I ran my hand along the back of her head and gripped her hair. She gasped but didn’t protest as I held her head in place. I shoved my cock back into her mouth and started rifling my hips forward.
“Like that?” I grunted. “Is that what you want, Gina?”
“Mmm-hmm…”
I could barely make out her approval, her mouth full of my cock.
I pounded my shaft down her throat. She gagged but took every inch of it. She didn’t resist. She didn’t pull away. She just took it all like she was enjoying it more than I was.
I pulled out of her and held her head in place as I stared down at her.
“Is that what you like? You like it when I fuck your throat?”
“Yeah, I like it when you fuck my throat. Fuck my fucking throat—”
I pushed my dick back into her before she could finish.
I started working up a sweat from how much I was pounding her mouth. Sweat dripping all over my body. Muscles aching. Knees trembling. I was on the verge of coming.
But I wasn’t about to have her so easily.
“Come here.”
I pulled out of her and brought her up to her feet. She giggled in delight as I turned her around and bent her over the bed. She continued to let me have my way with her as I undid her jeans and forcefully pulled them down to her ankles.
A small, black cotton thong was the only thing between me and that sweet little pussy of hers. I peeled it down to see her glistening opening just waiting for me.
“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Just fuck me already.”
“I bet you dreamed about this, didn’t you?”
I grabbed my cock and held it at her entrance. Just my tip against her folds was enough to get her body to shudder.
“Back in high school, you imagined it was me fucking you just like this. Tell me the truth, Gina.”
“Yeah… I wanted you… I wanted you like everybody else…”
“What did you want?”
“I wanted you to fuck me… I wanted you to put that hard cock inside of me…”
“You were jealous of Tracy. You wished you were her.”
“I wished I was her. I wished I was the one you were fucking instead of her…”
She turned around and stared at me. Her mouth open, Gina panted like she couldn’t take much more. As I looked back at her, I’d never wanted to fuck someone more than I did now.
“I should have fucked you back then,” I said, continuing to tease her. “I would have fucked you so hard if I knew who you were.”
“Fuck me now, Dorian. Fuck me now—Ungh!”
She grunted loudly as I shoved my cock into her. Feeling myself plunge deep into her pussy sent a shiver through my spine. She was so fucking wet. The warmth of her insides engulfing me made it hard for me to focus.
I gripped her hips and regained my senses.
My hips started moving on their own. I pounded my body against hers.
Gina cried out into the mattress, trying desperately to stifle her screams. I held her in place and rammed my cock into her like I was trying to push both of us to our end.
“Harder,” she squealed. “Harder.”
I didn’t give a fuck that George was sleeping in the other room. Gina’s whimpers were like a siren calling out to me, forcing me to listen.
I followed her instructions. I thumped my hilt against her ass. The loud slapping of our bodies colliding echoed through the small bedroom in the station.
I instinctively reached a hand up and smacked it against her ass. The stinging slap reverberated through her body but she didn’t protest like she hadn’t this entire time.
“Harder…”
Another slap made her squeal followed by a giggle.
Gina was everything I could ever want in a woman I wanted to fuck. She felt so good. She told me what to do. And she was willing to let me do whatever I wanted to her.
But all of my desires were too much for me to handle.
“Gina…”
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“Gina… Fuck…”
I groaned again as my body tightened up. I held my breath for just a second then rifled my cock into her before finding my end.
I fell over the edge and shoved my shaft as deep into her as I could. We shuddered together as I came hard inside of her. Thick throbs of come fired out of me and splashed against her walls. The feeling of her warmth tightening around me, milking me for every drop, made my knees tremble violently.
I collapsed on top of her as soon as I finished coming, my dick resting comfortably inside of her. We both breathed hard, covered in sweat.
I slowly pushed myself off of her as I regained my senses. Gina rolled over on the bed and looked up at me with that devilish smile of hers.
She was a vixen who had complete control of me. I couldn’t help but want her even more even though I just had her.
“That was fun,” she whispered.
“Oh, I think we’re just getting started.”
I leaned forward and kissed her softly. My tongue pushing into her mouth, I enjoyed her taste.
But just when I was about to go deeper, the alarm rang.
“Shit!”
I pulled my head away from her and looked up at the light flashing in the corner ceiling of the room.
“What is that?” she said.
“It’s the alarm,” I said. “Wait here.”
I pulled my pants back up as quickly as I could. I stormed down the hall back through the station just as George got out of his room.
“Gear up,” he said without looking at me. “I’ll start the engine.”
I looked at the responder as quickly as I could. While George was busy starting the truck, I stared at the address we were supposed to head to.
“Wait a minute…”
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the address.
“I know that address…”
It didn’t take me more than a second to figure out where it was.
“Hey.”
I spun around and saw Gina standing there.
“This a really bad time. I should probably head home now.”
“Actually, you might not wanna head home just yet.”
She looked at me, confusion on her face.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“The fire we’re responding to… The address… It’s Amy’s Bakery.”
Chapter 10
GINA
My heart was pounding inside of my chest. I thought I was going to faint at any second. I was gripping the steering wheel so tight my palms were sweating.
Driving down the streets of Ivory was like trying to navigate through a nightmare. Everything was darkness except for the flashing lights of the fire truck right in front of me.
But as I saw the smoke in the distance, I knew that the nightmare was too real.
I parked as closed as I could and let Dorian and the others get to work. Amy’s Bakery was up in flames with smoke billowing out of every window. The police had the entire street blocked off. I watched helplessly from the sidelines, desperately wanting to do something.
It felt like an eternity before the fire went out. The black smoke continued to rise up into the night sky. The smell of ash filled my nose.
Amy’s Bakery was all I’d ever known. Ever since I graduated high school, it was a permanent fixture in my life. And now it was gone, up in smoke with me unable to do anything about it.
The firefighters managed to stop the fire from spreading completely. Police were on the scene to investigate everything up and down the street.
“Gina!”
I turned and saw Lydia rushing up to me. Despite how pregnant she was, I’d never seen her move so swiftly.
“Lydia! Oh God…”
I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight. She was in charge of the place. It’s the reason she came to Ivory in the first place. It meant as much to her as anywhere else in town.
“Are you all right?” she said, looking down at me with a concern I’d never seen before.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I wasn’t here when it happened.”
“Do you know what happened?”
I shook my head.
We were able to move close enough to the building now that the fire was out completely. The place I’d gotten so used to seeing was gone. The newly renovated Amy’s Bakery was replaced by nothing but burned char. The furniture. The displays. The walls. Everything was blackened ash, unrecognizable from what it used to be.
Lydia and I both turned when we saw Sheriff Sutton approaching us from the side.
“Sheriff!” Lydia called out to him. “What happened? Tell me what’s happening.”
“Settle down now,” he said as he put his hands up. “The fire investigator is taking a look at it right now. They just put the fire out but they have to make sure it’s not a threat that the place will go back up in flames.”
“Right,” she sighed.
I was already upset enough but it hurt me even more to see the mood Lydia was in. I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling right now, knowing that all of the hard work she’d put in had gone up in flames.
“Are you all right?” I asked her.
I put a hand on her shoulder to try and console her. Her head dropped down. Her eyes closed and a tear leaked down one of her cheeks. Her throat shifted as she swallowed. Then she took a deep breath to gather herself.
“I put so much work into this place,” she said. “And now…”
“I’m sorry, Lydia. I really am.”
I hugged her again but it wasn’t much comfort for her. As bad as it was, it was nice having her by my side at the moment.
Despite how late it was, a crowd had gathered around to see what happened. Sheriff Sutton worked with the other officers to keep curious eyes back. The firefighters started wandering around inside to make sure that everything was safe before finally letting Lydia and me inside to examine the place.
Just before we stepped in, a firefighter told Lydia to put an oxygen mask on because she was pregnant. She played it safe and did as she was told.
My heels hit ash with every step I took. The remnants of the bakery were barely recognizable. It didn’t look like anything was salvageable.
When Lydia and I headed to the back of the bakery, there was a man wearing a fireman’s hat looking down at one of the ovens. He turned his head up and greeted us with a nod.
“Do you work here?” he asked Lydia.
“I run the place. Do you know what happened?”
“It looks like it started right here.”
He pointed at one of the ovens.
“The pilot light was on,” he explained.
“The pilot is always on,” I said.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. But somebody left the gas running.”
Lydia shook her head in disappointment.
“It must have been one of the new employees I was training,” I said. “They must have forgotten to turn the gas off before they closed up.”
Lydia clenched her jaw, frustration replacing the sadness I saw just a moment ago.
“I should have been here,” she said. “I should have been here instead of letting a new employee close the place up.”
“Hey,” I said as I put an arm around her. “It’s not your fault. It was an accident. It was an accident, right?”
I turned to the fire investigator. He gave me a nod and sighed.
“It looks like it,” he said. “You should be grateful there wasn’t anybody here when it happened. They wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
Hearing the explanation didn’t make either Lydia or me feel any better.
“I’ll give you two a moment…”
The fire investigator excused himself. I stood with Lydia in the bakery kitchen, looking around at what used to be.
“I can’t believe it,” I said. “Just like that. All of it. Gone…”
I turned to Lydia to see if she were all right. She�
�d been through a lot ever since coming to Ivory. She was the strongest woman I knew. But after this, I wondered if even she had a breaking point.
“Lydia, if there’s anything you need—”
“It’s okay.”
She gave me a half-hearted smile from behind her mask.
“Sean will be back in town soon. It looks like he and I have some work to do.”
She exhaled a deep breath and wiped the tear from her cheek.
“We’ll be back on our feet in no time,” she said. “It looks like you’re getting more time off than you expected.”
We managed to share a laugh, despite the circumstances.
“It’s late,” she said. “You’re probably tired. You should go home and get some rest.”
“You should get some rest. The last place a pregnant woman like you needs to be is in a place like this. That baby of yours needs some good vibes.”
I playfully poked at her swollen stomach.
Lydia and I made our way out of the bakery as more firefighters continued to examine the scene. There was a string of police cars with their lights flashing even though the crowd had dispersed.
I said goodbye to Lydia as she headed back home. I was still worried about her but I knew she wasn’t about to do anything crazy. She took it as well as I could have expected her to.
I looked around at all of the firefighters and saw Dorian talking to an older bald man next to one of the fire trucks. I didn’t know what they were talking about and I wasn’t going to interrupt them. But I moved close enough to listen in on their conversation.
“What happened?” the bald man asked.
“What do you mean?” Dorian said with a shrug. “George and I got the call. We headed out here as soon as we could.”
“You were a few seconds later than usual.”
“A few seconds,” Dorian said. “Shit, it’s the graveyard shift and it was only us two. We were sleeping.”
“You sure you weren’t distracted?”
“What are you talking about?”
I stood a few meters away from them. The bald man turned toward me suddenly.
“You,” he said as he pointed his index finger at me. “Come here.”
My heart leaped into my throat. Just the way he stared at me, I knew something was wrong.