by Kara Hart
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because I like tormenting you.” She winks.
“Fine. Whatever you want,” I say. “Anyway, here’s your phone. Don’t worry, I didn’t look at any of your nudes.”
“Thank God,” she smiles. “I have some pretty crazy ones in there.”
“Seriously?” My eyes light up like a kid on Christmas day.
This woman is on fire. I’ve never met anyone as hot as her. Fuck. We’re going to ruin each other. This is how it happens. You fall for some beautiful angel and your life starts to fall apart. We are definitely going to fall apart after this.
“No, not seriously,” she grabs her phone and laughs. “Why? Do you have a bunch of dick pics on yours?”
“Do you really want to find out?” I laugh.
Answer: no, she doesn’t. But, as long as we’re playing the guessing game, I might as well continue.
“Maybe some other time,” she shrugs. “So, we going or what?”
“Wait, so now you want to go?” I ask her.
She smirks and giggles. “I’ve given you enough shit for the night. I’ll go, mister fireman.”
As soon as she says those words, I feel my cock shift against my jeans. My body turns warm. I need her now more than ever.
“Let’s just stay here,” I offer. “I’ve got whisky and bitters. I’ll make you an old fashioned.”
“Nice try,” she laughs. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I had to try. “Alright. Let’s go,” I say.
“There they are!” Eric screams as we walk into the station. “The couple of the hour! Hello, darling. I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Couple?” she groans and looks over at me.
I shrug. “He’s wasted,” I tell her. “Just go with it.”
All of the guys start clapping their hands when they see who I walk in with. Some even whistle.
“All right, guys. Settle down,” I say.
I make eye contact with the chief. He nods my way, but I don’t say much to him. Ever since the fire, I felt like I let him down. He used to be a father to me. Now, I feel like an estranged son.
“Don’t get too excited,” she says to them. She doesn’t even wait for an invitation to grab a beer. She just strolls past the guys, rocking that ass back and forth. She grabs a tallboy and cracks it open. I watch her like a hawk. Call me charmed.
Eric strolls behind her and does the same. “Hey. I’m Eric. You shouldn’t listen to this man. I’m not wasted. I’m having the time of my life,” he says.
His face is so red from the alcohol coursing through his veins. He looks like fucking Santa Claus.
“But who cares if I am!” He yells. “Did he tell you what happened?”
This is my cue to speak up a little. I don’t want him telling the other guys about the New York Times poking their heads through the curtain. They weren’t there that night. They’ll join his side on this.
“Come on man. Let’s just chill out for a second,” I say.
“He hasn’t said a word,” she says.
She’s clearly loving how drunk he is. I, however, am not a happy camper.
“Are you kidding me? No words, K?” he sighs.
“What’s the big news, K? Why didn’t you tell me?” she pokes and pokes, all with a big smile on her face.
“It’s nothing we should celebrate about,” I say. “Frankly, I’d rather we just change the damn subject.”
“Rude,” she says.
I turn to her and lower my voice. “I’ll talk to you about it later. Seriously, it’s nothing good.”
She nods with understanding, but it’s clear she’s still curious. So far, everything is backfiring on me tonight. This sucks.
At that moment, one of the guys stands up and claps his hand. “I’m making a cocktail. Anyone want one?”
I glance at my date. She holds up her beer and sighs. “One second,” she says.
Quicker than Eric or I, she downs the contents. One big gulp is all it takes. “I’ll take an old fashioned,” she says, burping.
“Coming right up,” he says.
“Damn,” I mutter. “Who taught you how to drink?”
“My daddy.” She winks. “Is it a problem?”
“Hell no. I mean, I was planning on getting you liquored up anyway, so it works out in my favor,” I joke.
“Oh, yeah? Is that your master plan? First, you get me drunk and a couple of hours later, I’m magically tied up on your bed?”
I lean against the wall and I her up and down. “Actually…”
She grabs a chip from the table and pops it into her mouth, raising her eyebrows. “Sounds kinky,” she whispers.
Drinks in hand, she follows me outside to where there are less people. We sit down at a small glass table, and I scoot my chair next to her.
“So this is like a big deal?” she asks me.
“Is what a big deal?” I bite my tongue.
“What your friend was saying. What’s the deal with that?” she asks.
I bite down even harder. “It’s nothing. Some newspaper wanted to do a story on us,” I lie and hope she drops the subject altogether.
“Seriously?” she asks. “Wow. Congratulations. Why don’t you want the other guys to know?”
“Yeah, I can’t really believe Eric pulled it off, to be honest,” I say. “Most of the other guys are new to this station. I don’t want them to feel left out.”
“So, I never really got your name. I know it starts with a K, but what’s the full thing?” she asks
“It’s—”
Before I can respond, someone opens the door and peeks their head out. “Who’s out here?” they ask. A whole group of them comes out, spoiling our privacy.
“Hey, you want to leave?” I ask her.
She’s taken aback. “Leave? Already? We just got here,” she says.
“Alright, I’ll admit it. I kind of only asked you to come so I could spend time with you one-on-one,” I say. “I don’t normally do that, despite what you’ve seen of my behavior.”
“You’re a player. Don’t lie to me,” she says.
“I can pull some women, but none of them are as beautiful as you.” I give her the line of the century, but it’s true. She’s the hottest woman I’ve been out with in a long time.
“Flattery,” she blushes. “It’s always nice. Right?”
“Let’s go somewhere fun,” I say. “There’s a hotel up the way. The pool closes at 10, but we can sneak in. A friend of mine who works there told me code some years back.”
She frowns. “You’re telling me I wore this dress just so I can take it off?”
“That’s sort of how it goes,” I say.
“But I don’t have a bathing suit,” she says.
“So what? I’ll buy us a room and whatever bathing suit you want. Come on. Let’s just get out of here. This party sucks,” I say.
“This party does kind of suck, doesn’t it?” She nods to herself, while trying to make up her mind. “You know what? Fuck it. I should live a little. I’m not getting any younger.”
“You look like you’re 23,” I say. “But you’re right. Every day is a blessing. That’s why we’re going. Now, come on!”
I take her hand in mine, and we sneak out the back.
Chapter 9: Cole
When we get to the hotel, we quickly dive into the mini bar.
“You actually do kind of remind me of someone,” she says.
“I know. That’s what I was saying,” I laugh.
“No, like… you actually do,” she says, turning serious. “I had this shitty ex-boyfriend once. He cheated on me. You kind of remind me of him, actually.”
“Ouch,” I smile. “Well, I had this ex-girlfriend in high school who did the same thing. You kind of look like her too. Only, you’re much more beautiful.”
“Lies,” she whispers.
Then she does this cute little thing with her eyes. I read it as a sign. She looks off to the side, like she’s wait
ing for me to act. So I do it.
Everything in the room turns silent all of a sudden. Everything feels so still. We both move our heads forward and our lips crash together, tightly. Every inch of my body turns warm and satisfied. She smells so fucking good, like satin and rose on a summer’s day.
I imagine everything good with her, like waking up in bed together, or watching movies while splitting a pizza, or holding hands for the first time. This all happens in a split second, and then it’s gone.
“Sorry for assuming you wanted me to kiss you again,” I whisper.
“Don’t be,” she whispers back.
We kiss again. And then she pulls away, smacking her lips together.
“Well,” she stretches her arms and jumps onto her feet. “You want to go swimming?”
No. No I don’t. I want to stay here. I want to feel her warmth, dripping down every inch of my cock. I want to cum inside her, while she begs for more. I want to experience a little taste of heaven.
“Sure,” I smile and hope to God my massive cock isn’t making my pants rise too much. “But what’re we going to wear?”
She shrugs. “I thought we could…” she slowly takes off her dress. My dream is coming true. “We can go in our underwear, right?”
“Yeah. We could do that.” I nod, though I can’t stop staring at her tits. I’ve barely made out what she has just said.
“We can do anything you like,” I say.
“Anything?” she smiles. “Come on.”
She walks outside the room and heads toward the pool area. “Will we get in trouble if they catch us?” she asks.
“They’ll throw you in jail forever,” I joke. “I don’t know what they can really do. Two grown adults, half naked and swimming…”
“They’ll be mad we didn’t invite them.” She giggles.
When I open the gate for her, I feel as giddy as I did back in high school, and I’m not sure why. It’s not hard for a guy like me to fuck women. I have the body type, enough money, and the confidence level of a king. But with this little lady, I never know what is right and what is wrong. Plus, she knows exactly how to reply back to all my quips. I’m truly screwed.
As she steps into the Jacuzzi, I watch as she lowers her ass into the water. Her perfect tits hit those bubbles. Yep. I’m done for. I lower myself into the water as fast as I can because I’m hard again. But if I play my cards right, I might not have to worry about covering myself up anymore.
Chapter 10: Olivia
I’m in the hot tub with the hottest jerk in town. And by the look on his face, it’s pretty clear he’s waiting for one of my nipples to slip out of my bra. In all seriousness, he’s actually staring at them very intently. Whenever he realizes I’ve caught him, he stretches his arms and leans back against the water jet.
“I’m up here,” I say.
“Sorry,” he smiles. “It’s hard not to look every now and then.”
Normally, this is the kind of response that makes me mad. Tonight, however, I’m in an adventurous mood. I swim closer to him, until we’re close enough to touch.
The night is silent, except for our movements against the water and the light breathing that catches the ear. The snow is sitting at the edges of the concrete.
“It’s freezing tonight,” I say.
I feel his hand firmly grab my waist. He pulls my body forward. Our chests are touching. I can feel my heart pound against my sternum.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he says.
And then I feel his cock touch the side of my thigh. I look down and smile. He moves forward to kiss him.
“Why is it so hard? Hmm?” I ask him, with a slight bite to the lip.
I push against him, feeling the hard outline underneath the water. I turn warmer and wetter than this whole Jacuzzi.
“Because I want you,” he says. “But I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle me.”
I gulp down, but my mouth is dry. I lightly clear my throat and ask, “You want me?” He nods. “What do you do when you want things?”
“I take them,” he says.
He pulls me even closer, until I’m forced to sit on his lap. My legs are spread around his waist. His hand moves firmly to my ass. Our lips meet once more, and I’m quickly doing everything I told myself I wouldn’t do.
I can feel his hard, thick cock, rising between my legs. And if we weren’t in this Jacuzzi right now, he’d know just how wet I am. All it takes is putting his hand on my crotch to know that I’m on board. I’m ready to disobey myself and my promises to stay away from this man.
He’s a bastard, an asshole, and a jerk. But right now, he’s everything I’ve been waiting for and more. When he bites my lip, I pull back and feel a shiver go down my spine.
“How far do you go?” I want to ask him. Because before now, I thought he was just an average guy. I expected him to be “vanilla” in the sack. Yet, the way he kisses and touches begs to differ.
He slowly takes off my top and glances down, amidst all the silence, bubbles, and the heavy breathing. He pushes my back against the wall. He cups my breasts tenderly. He looks back up and kisses me again, much harder than before.
I look down and gulp again when he takes off his underwear. He’s… fuck. He’s huge.
“Go ahead,” he smiles. “You can touch it if you want to.”
I lower my hand in the water and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He looks me straight in the eyes, placing his forehead against mine.
“Keep going, baby,” he whispers.
God, I hate that he’s so hot. He’s making it harder and harder for me not to see him again after this.
His tongue slides onto mine. I taste the alcohol in his mouth. I feel the lustful passion in every dry thrust. I pull back and take a breath.
“This is crazy,” I manage to say. I smile and put my other hand on his cock. I begin stroking him faster.
“I like crazy,” he moans. He removes my panties and slides two fingers inside of me. I close my eyes and moan lightly. “I’ve been waiting for you to come around,” he says.
I smile. “You just had to convince me,” I whisper.
He kisses me again, lifting me out of the hot tub. “Bend over for me,” he says, grabbing my ass and kissing my back.
“What if someone sees?” I ask him, though I’m ready to do just about anything right now.
“Let them watch,” he says, smiling like a deviant.
I look around the pool area. There’s no one in sight, but I want to make sure we don’t get caught. My eyes meet the connected structure of the inside spa area. No one will find us in there.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Follow me.”
I take his hand and we run over to the spa. He types in the code and the door magically opens. It’s our lucky night. As soon as we stumble inside the sauna, I’m sitting on the last ledge, legs spread and waiting.
“Come here.” I beckon him forward with my index finger.
He bends down and kisses my navel. I shake from feeling ticklish. As soon as he starts going down further, I catch my breath and close my eyes. Holy shit, I haven’t been eaten out in years. Judging by his kissing skills, I imagine he’s good at what he does.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, making his way to my thighs.
He kisses every edge of every limb and sighs loudly, like he can’t contain his excitement.
“I’ve been waiting for a girl like you,” he grunts.
“I don’t even know your name,” I whisper.
“What’s it matter?” he smiles. “What’s in a name, anyway?”
His lips kiss the edges of my pelvis, right next to my pussy. He’s teasing me. His tongue inches over to my lips until, finally, he connects with me.
He pulls back on each lip and then slowly licks over my clit. “Oh my god,” I whisper.
It feels better than I thought. All this time, I’ve been satisfied with my vibrator. Sure, it’s done it’s magic, but this feels right. So right.
; He snakes his tongue against my hole, as if I’m a piece of rare fruit he took great lengths to find. He slides in two fingers and curls them upward. He presses every button, moving in and out. He eats me and licks me. He moves from side to side. Every trick he has, he pulls out. Finally, I am squirming and holding onto his hair.
I’m grinding my pussy against his tongue. I’m moving up and down and using him to please myself. He’s enjoying every second of it. This is what a man should be like in bed. It’s to his benefit, because now I’m going to give him the best sex of his entire life.
“I’m going to fucking cum, holy shit,” I whisper.
Eyes closed, I can feel the wood behind my back and I wonder just how hot we can get this room going without pressing the “steam” button.
Everything moves at a fast pace. His tongue slides against me until my whole body feels like it’s about to explode or break like a computer that has too much on its workload. My whole body starts vibrating so fast that I have to let go of him.
I just keep drifting further and further into a land of unimaginable pleasures. With his legs prying me open, I just fucking lose it. My body is shaking uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop. He just keeps going.
“Fuck me,” I manage to say, as I come back down to earth.
He lifts his head and grins, placing his body in between my legs. “How bad do you want it?” he asks.
He’s so fucking hard that it slightly makes me nervous, but I’m wet enough for it to work. All I want for Christmas is for this sexy firefighter to pound the cum out of me. I want to feel as his hands grips my body. I want to taste his hunger.
He’s in between my legs. He puts his hand on my chest, right above my tits. It slowly moves up to my neck. I nod and show a little teeth. I grab his hands and push them around my neck. He doesn’t squeeze. That’s not the point. The point is that if I make one false move, he has the power to do whatever he wants.
“Finally,” he says. “You’re mine.”
He slides his cock inside of me, while spreading my lips apart. We both moan so loudly that I’m sure someone outside could hear us if they wanted to. I’m not worried. How could I feel anything but desire right now? This jerk somehow holds the keys to making me feel such incredible things. It’s going to be hard not asking for seconds.