Ty had to move forward and he had to do it quickly. There was only one way. While he kept old Mr. Sanderson on his shoulders, Ty raised his mighty booted foot, and smashed it down on the beam, a forward thrust sending the burning beam tilting to the side and sliding down the wall to lay flat against the floor .
Ty stepped over the beam to carry Mr. Sanderson through that front door and to safety. The hot gray haze of the burning building gave way to the cool breeze off The Sound, sirens and lights and pedestrians cluttered around the building, a round of applause rising up to greet them .
T y’s heart was full, thinking of the love he had for the two most important things in his life. He knew Jesse and Sarina would be worried and waiting, and he couldn’t get home fast enough to see them .
Chapter Fifteen
Ty
T he Inn at the Market was a boutique hotel, stylish and hip instead of being overly sophisticated. Ty already knew that Sarina was a girl who could develop a taste for the finer things, but that she had enough presence of mind and character not to be swept up by them. She was more interested in him, and he knew it .
The little shops of the Pike Place Market offered up an intriguing array of clothes, jewelry, and knickknacks from local artisans. After doing some leisurely browsing and admiring of some of the local art that was on display, Ty and Sarina wandered back to the hotel to check out the rooftop deck. The bar in the corner was open, so they made their way over and ordered a few drinks. They swirled their chilled white wine and clinked glasses, while gazing over the lights of the city, a refreshing breeze peeling up off The Sound .
Ty couldn’t help but think about the fire, about how close he’d come to death. It was just another reminder of how fleeting and delicate the human life could be—how valuable and precious. Ty knew he’d come too close to never seeing his daughter again, never having the future that was waiting for him and Sarina, for them all .
It had given him a real hunger, for life and for love. He knew then that his time of mourning had come to an end, that all sorrow over his late wife had to be put to rest with her. He was alive and life was for the living .
And so were a lot of other things .
Ty wanted to take in the full breadth of that night, that moment, take the reins of life at long last, finally be the man he appeared to be. He knew that he’d only been a shell, a shadow, but Sarina had helped him rediscover the man within, and the fire had reminded him what that man was born to do .
But the fire hadn’t had that affect on Ty alone. Sarina seemed driven by a new, lusty energy of her own. Ty knew the effect that he had on women, the effect that his profession had on them. Danger meant power, and power was the ultimate aphrodisiac. But Ty could sense more than that in Sarina, something far greater than attraction or fear or relief or desire .
Love.
And while Ty was accustomed to leading in that lusty dance, on this night, back in their beautiful hotel suite, Sarina was exerting her own strength, her own passionate authority. And Ty was keen to enjoy her turning of the tables and eager to see and feel just what she had in mind .
He stood there in the bedroom while she pulled his clothes off, buttons flying off his dress shirt, his belt buckle clacking as it fell to the floor. When Ty reached for her, she swatted his hands away. “Don’t move,” was her only instruction .
It was a thrill for Ty, and the conflict between his instincts to act and his desire to please was a new and unique experience, one he was looking forward to indulging .
W atching Sarina slip out of her dress seductively, was captivating. She let it fall over her supple curves and to the floor, revealing her gorgeous body, cast in shadow and barely covered in frilly lace. Her bra released her beautiful breasts, proud and high and perfectly shaped. Sarina spun the bra around her finger, and a quick flick sent it flying across the room. With her eyes locked on Ty’s, Sarina slipped off her panties, already imbued with her feminine essence .
With one playful shove, Sarina sent Ty falling back onto the bed. He looked up at her, his anticipation growing with his cock .
Sarina climbed over Ty’s naked body. She looked down at him in awe, as he lay there—tall and caked with muscle, a perfect human specimen. His thick arms rippled with sheer rugged strength .
He looked up at her beautiful body and that incredible face, arms wanting to reach up and take her, guide her, lead her. His muscular response to her was more than he could control .
“I told you not to move,” she said, her strict tone enough to secure his willing indulgence, if not necessarily his obedience. A sparkle in his eye told her that he was willing to play along. She hovered over his body and started teasingly grinding her hips near his feet, her hands and knees supporting herself on the mattress, her legs tucked on each side of Ty’s legs .
Sarina sank down lower, her pussy lowering over his toes. He wriggled a bit beneath her, his leg flexing to reach up to make a move. But she glared at him, silently instructing him to remain still and receive what she wanted to give .
And they would both play their part, with relish .
Sarina lowered her crotch over his left foot, his toes barely able to remain fixed to his feet. She waved her pretty prize over them, tempting him, taunting him. Then the other foot got the same torturous treatment, a seductive slow grind, her tender pussy just out of his toe’s reach, so close and yet so far .
T y had his eyes locked on Sarina, his head craned forward. “No, no,” she said in a husky whisper, “I want you to close your eyes, put your head back, don’t do a thing.” Ty smiled, with hungry anticipation .
T y had never had a woman do this to him before, do it for him, take command of him that way. Massive and muscular and powerful, Ty was used to taking control, not relinquishing it. But he couldn’t deny the thrill of it, watching that beautiful young woman enjoying him and herself the way she was, and all he had to do was lay there and enjoy it .
But that wasn’t as easy as it sounded .
Sarina closed her own eyes too; Ty knew her body was telling her where to go and what to do—a dance so primitive and instinctual. Her pussy was tight and taut as it traced the tops of Ty’s feet, her thighs pushing them together, his muscular legs a single beam, twin towers of love and lust. She splayed herself wider, sinking lower, grinding her crotch up his legs, the hairs of his shins tickling her shaved lady parts. Moving back and forth, up and down those long, hard stretches between his knees and his ankles, she increased pressure to her grinding delight before she made her way to Ty’s hard thighs, thick and muscular, long and powerful. Her hips swirled over his thighs, awakening all his senses. His cock was already hard and tall, and Sarina’s eyes were fixed on his tempting erection as she moved her moist lips over his knees and then higher, his muscles pulsing beneath her .
It was a new sensation to Ty, and he relished the creativity and mischief of it. “Oh yeah,” Ty said, arms stretching out at his sides, massive, muscular chest rising and falling .
“That’s great, baby — ”
“Did I ask?” Sarina commanded, revelling in the change of power dynamic. Ty chuckled, but said nothing more, a long and satisfied creak twisting out of his amused grin. She gyrated her pussy harder over his legs, her own legs spreading wider as she got nearer to his narrow hips, his cock stretching out to her, unspeakably eager to push its way in .
But Sarina obviously had other things in mind .
Ty’s cock was aching for attention, standing up and impatiently ready for that pussy to wrap itself around it, around him, her legs and arms coiling to surround him and pull him close while he fucked her like crazy. But all that was still a way off; Ty knew that as well as Sarina did. Ty knew Sarina could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest as she ground higher and higher, her legs struggling to splay wide enough to cross his thick pecs, her feet and calves joining the effort to keep her at just the right height above him. Ty raised up to meet her, but Sarina only lifted herself higher up, keeping herself just
out of his reach. Then she turned the tables and pressed down harder, sliding over his chest to his neck, her pussy perfectly positioned over his face. He took in a deep breath of her female fragrance, and it filled his lungs, intoxicating him, his mouth watering. Ty leaned forward, his tongue flicking .
“Nuh-uh-uh,” Sarina said, pulling up and away and waggling a teasing index finger in front of his hungry face. She shifted, his stiff pole ready for her hands, and grabbed the base with one hand, pumping it hard with the other. Ty’s hips started to shift and roll a bit, another long growl leaking out of his throat. She licked that heaving head, and it seemed to react to her, looking for her like a blind snake seeking its prey or its predator. Either way, it would be the battle that counted, and survival for both counted on no less .
She kissed and nuzzled it, giving it a few icy blows of cool air through her pursed lips before taking it into the warm chamber of her mouth; Ty knew that the salty taste of his skin mixing with her own saliva was increasing her sexual appetite by the second. The more she had, the more she wanted .
Sarina’s warm mouth was a wondrous shelter for Ty’s hot cock, seething and famished for attention. The slightest touch, the littlest lick, sent bolts of orgasmic anticipation through him .
Sarina lowered her tongue to take in more of Ty’s long girth, running her tongue along each side, up and down, the head soon finding the back of her throat. Sarina withdrew that colossal cock and licked its underside, tracing the fat, thick vein along the bottom—the conduit of her fondest goal. He was going to cum, and that vein was going to make it happen .
But it wouldn’t be acting alone .
Sarina pressed that hot, wet hard-on against her face, her chin, and her cheek, eyelashes tickling those little purple veins. She smashed it against her nose, rubbing herself up and down over it, cupping his balls in one hand, guiding his long erection with the other. Ty could feel every curve of her face against his cock, her eyelashes tickling, her lips kissing, her breath wheezing out and sending a lovely chill up the length of Ty’s tool. His body started to jerk and twitch on the bed—even his amazing self-control pushed to the brink .
“Incredible, baby,” he barely managed to say, “so good, the best…best eve… ahhhhh …”
But Sarina wasn’t done with that glistening member just yet. She slipped it between her round, firm breasts and pressed them inward, against Ty’s cock from both sides, surrounding it in her sweet, supple flesh. Sarina pushed herself up a bit and then let herself fall back down, pressing her tits against his wet manhood. His hands found the sides of her head, gently resting against her ears, not guiding her, not holding on, just tracing her movements as if to see them more clearly in his mind’s eye .
Up and down, that sleek pressure sent sweet sensations through Ty’s cock and into his body, the muscles on the backs of his legs contracting. And Ty could sense that Sarina was savoring it too—the feel of his long, slick dick pressing against her sternum, her breasts gliding up and down both sides, pushed around to cover its upper surface. Sarina looked down in glee to see that big pink head, seeming to pull back and then push forward out of her tits .
“Ohhhhh, that’s good,” Ty moaned, a long and wordless expression punctuating his declaration. “So good.” Ty’s hips pushed up in sync with Sarina’s grinding chest, in and out and up and down—lubricated cock against compressed breasts in a quickening pace, slapping sounds of his member against her skin, an echo of their mutual pressure and pleasure .
Ty’s hands clutched the bedsheets, pulling them from their corners as his muscles contracted along his arms, legs, and back. He winced, feeling the pulled muscle from his earlier rescue, and Sarina took note. “I know my baby has a hurt leg—just take a deep breath and relax; I’m gonna make you feel sooo much better .”
Sarina carefully climbed up on Ty, still lying on his back on the bed. She grabbed a condom that was within reach, unrolled it with precision and straddled that long, throbbing cock, reaching straight up for her, hard and just slightly curved upward. Sarina positioned that head just at the opening of her sleek, slick entrance, ready to envelop him. She let gravity pull her down just a bit, letting out a long, satisfied moan, as that big head pushed up and into her, her labia tight and tense as she eased herself down. The pressure was subtle but certain for Ty as much as for Sarina, the slow slide helping Sarina digest his girth and length, her tight opening spreading for him, slowly wrapping itself around that pink head and his thick shaft. Keeping her shins flat against the mattress on either side of his naked hips and thighs, she slowly lowered herself down just a bit more before pushing herself back up. Then up and down, up and down, Sarina’s hips ground and bucked in the perfect rhythm, feeling just how much of that endless cock to bring in, just where to stop, just how fast she wanted to pump that perfect piston. Ty could feel her narrow passage, the nearness of its end, and he instinctively tried to pull back to preserve her from any pain .
Ty’s orgasm began to grow, swelling to readiness, quickly gathering the impetus to take him over, body and soul. And this time Sarina seemed to read Ty’s body, detecting that slight shiver which indicated what was coming and who was cumming .
“Don’t wait, baby,” Sarina hissed, pumping up and down on that glorious cock. “Give it to me now, Ty; cum for me now !”
Ty shook his hips a bit, asserting his own contribution to Sarina’s work on him, and she answered back with a vigorous pelvic shake of her own. Every bit of pressure against him, and his against her, was magnified, maximized, and it inspired Sarina to pump and go down faster on Ty’s upraised rod. Pump and shake and wriggle, the sensations burst and crackled in Ty’s balls, fluids roiling and boiling inside him .
“C’mon, I know you got more, baby; I know you got two more fucks for me, you fucking animal! Cum now so you can fuck me again and cum into me again, ” she rasped hungrily in the throws of passion .
Sarina sank down farther. Just a bit farther, Sarina had to push herself back up, but couldn’t resist sinking down immediately, harder and lower, her legs sending her up and down in a flurry of energy, Ty’s side-to-side shaking and a clockwise grind to Sarina’s hips creating the perfect combination of sync and instability, chaos and creation. The purity of the pressure gave rise to Ty’s explosive orgasm, unwilling to lurk any longer in the recesses of his soul .
Ty’s body bucked with the power of his orgasm, feeling it charge down his vein and burst forth. Sarina wailed in unison when his orgasm released. Ty’s blood pounded in his veins, tendons pulled tight to the point of bursting. His legs were jittering, beyond his control, as he shook with the power of that hot load .
Sarina slowed her grind, and lowered herself onto his chest, his cock still inside her, her warm weight pressing against his chest .
Chapter Sixteen
Ty
T y wanted to go on spending more time with Sarina, but he was ever-mindful of his duties to his daughter. After an explosive celebration with Sarina, he returned to his home and to his daughter’s loving embrace. He smiled to see her eating a double scoop of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and whipped cream .
She hadn’t seen the story on the news, and Ty was careful to reduce the facts of the story to their most basic. “Just a little fire, hon, no big deal .”
After a bit more ice cream, he said, “Y’know, I’ll bet our new friend Sarina wouldn’t mind looking after you from time to time, when I have to run out, or when I’m pulling a shift down at the station. She’s very fond of you…and of course I don’t blame her.” They shared a little chuckle and Jesse went back to her ice cream. Ty watched her eat, savoring the joy of simply being able to lay eyes on his daughter, to see her sitting peacefully and happily. It meant more to him than anything, and he knew how close he’d come to never savoring that sweet and simple sight again .
So Ty went on, “How would you feel about that?” But Jesse crossed her hands over her chest and shook her head. “But why, Jesse? You like Sarina, don’t you? I kno
w you like her grandmother, Billie.” Jesse nodded, going back to her dessert. “Jesse, talk to me; what’s wrong? If you like Sarina and Billie, why wouldn’t you want to spend more time with them ?”
Jesse just shrugged, a wordless confession of ignorance, but one she didn’t seem to mind .
Ty pulled the ice cream bowl away and leaned forward, his eyes locking on Jesse’s. “Talk to me, Jesse .”
“I just…I don’t want another mommy, that’s all. And I know you’re gonna want her to be my mommy; I know you will !”
“Jesse, neither one of us knows that. That’s part of the fun of life—not knowing. But what if I do want her to be my wife, that wouldn’t really make her your new mommy exactly. Your mom will always be your mom, no matter what. And her memory will always be in your mind and in your heart; she’ll always be a part of you; she’ll always be your only true mommy .”
“It’s not that,” Jesse said, eyes turning away .
But Ty’s big hand gently raised her face to his, their eyes meeting again. “Then what is it, Jesse ?”
“Because…because if she becomes your wife, she’ll die just like my real mommy did. And I don’t want her to get sick and die the way Mommy did !”
Ty wrapped his big arms around his daughter, pulling her close with a loving smile. “Jesse, what happened to your mom, it…there was nothing we could do about it; it wasn’t our fault. I told you that. Sometimes people get sick; cancer…it can hit almost anybody .”
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