Touchdown Desires

by Jenna Payne

  Chapter 8

  Hunter

  I didn’t know what to do about Liz. More importantly I wanted her like crazy, on top of my not knowing what to do about her. The next few days we spent around each other, was torture. What with her brushing her teeth in nothing but a towel in the mornings and lounging around the house in sexy little outfits. Liz was great at playing coy. She had to know what she was doing to me.

  I needed to get a grip. Our parents were having a Christmas Eve party and I had stuck around for an hour to say hi. I quickly got out of there. I was going to the bar with a few of the guys and I was going to get drunk. As I got to the bar, John met me outside.

  “Hey man, what’s up you look like you need a drink or something,” John said, as he took a one look at me and knew something was eating me up.

  “That’s why I’m here. Something’s, or someone’s, under my skin and I can’t deal at the moment,” I said gruffly as we walked into the bar. I went right up to the counter and ordered a double shot of Jack.

  “Well, is it a bad thing that’s gotten under your skin?” John asked. I shook my head, then nodded, and then shrugged.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know… it’s Liz,” I admitted and exhaled. It felt like I had a weight lifted off my chest. John looked at me with shock then a smile, and ordered another round of shots. I threw back the one I had ordered and the bartender refilled my glass, and gave John his first shot.

  “Well you know, she isn’t really your sister Hunter. If she’s gotten under your skin then handle that man. Lord knows she’s smokin’,” John said and I grunted.

  “You have no idea,” I said and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I just think about her mother and brother and it cools me down. What would they think if we got together? Do I even want to deal with that kind of fallout?” I asked out loud but not really wanting an answer. John shook his head.

  “Hey, what does it matter? If two people are attracted to each other then they should be together for however long it lasts. You both are grown, and you aren’t blood. There’s really nothing gross about it,” John said earnestly. No matter how pretty he set it up, the situation was still taboo.

  “I don’t know man. You wanna shoot some Pool?” I asked and John nodded. We ordered a couple of beers. A few of the other guys showed up and we hung out like we normally did. Drinking and shooting the shit. It felt good to relax and forget about the fiery redhead at home. When it got late enough, John drove me home. He had his truck and we loaded my bike in the back. I would have pushed it home before leaving it at the bar. I was quiet on the way home and John didn’t say anything either. He had given me enough ‘advice’ all night. I was glad he finally shut up.

  I got my bike parked in the shed in the back and stumbled inside. The party was over. I drank some water in the kitchen, then headed up to my room. By the time I reached my room, I was oddly aware of my surrounding, yet still a bit tipsy. I decided I was okay enough to take a shower, before the busy Christmas morning, so I didn’t wake up a complete wreck. I pulled off my clothes and opened the bathroom door, completely naked.

  It took me a second, but soon realized that Liz had just gotten out of the shower. She was naked and dripping and holding a towel up in front of her. Her eyes were wide and then her gaze traveled up and down my body. My cock stiffened under her scrutiny. Almost like it wanted to show off for her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked and I opened my mouth to say something.

  “It’s like three in the morning…” I said and Liz shrugged.

  “The party ended late and I spilled eggnog on myself while helping to clean up. Uhm, why are you naked?” Liz asked. I took a step into the bathroom. My cock was almost completely stiff. Jesus. She was sexy. I could smell her body wash. She didn’t back away. I watched her eyes and her pupils dilated and she licked her lips nervously.

  “I was going to shower,” I said. Then took another step towards her. “But now, I’m thinking I need to handle something that’s been driving me crazy. Actually, since I first saw you,” I said. Liz inhaled in surprise.

  I reached for her towel and pulled it softly from her grip. It fell easily to the floor and my eyes slid down her body. She was more than I had imagined. Her breasts were round and full, her waist small, and her hips thick and begging for my hands.

  “Are you just going to stare at me?” Liz whispered and I smirked.

  “Fuck no,” I said, before I picked her up and set her down on the sink vanity counter. She braced herself on the marble while her legs circled my hips. My cock pointing straight up between our bodies. She looked down at it and I heard her sharp intake of breath. She looked up at me skeptically, almost like no way that was fitting. I smiled at her.

  I leaned down to her ear and kissed it softly before whispering, “It’s going to fit inside you so good Liz. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel you clench around my dick baby.” I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slid it up and down against her shaved, smooth lips. She was wet. I groaned at the heat when I made contact. Liz gasped as I rubbed and grinded my dick against her sensitive clit. I lowered my head to kiss her. Liz’s hands pushed into my hair as we literally devoured each other. Our tongues swirled, and our lips moved hard against each other’s. We broke the kiss to catch our breath. I leaned back slightly and watched my dick sliding into her hot, tight, wet pussy. “Watch us Liz,” I told her.

  Liz moaned and her hands tightened in my hair. She dropped her hands and looked down between our bodies. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her, and could feel her fluttering around my dick. She was close. That amped up my arousal.

  She was so slick and wet. All I wanted to do was tuck my dick into her then pound hard and fast. But, I also wanted to savor this, which I’ve never wanted to do with a woman before. I slid my hands down so I could squeeze and caress Liz’s breasts. I pinched her nipples, and her back arched and she thrust her swollen tits into my hands. She moaned out loud. “Shhh,” I whispered, as I leaned down to kiss her and take her sounds into my mouth. She looked so sexy spread out on the counter. Even with drinking Jack Daniels all night, I could feel myself getting close to finishing.

  Chapter 9

  Liz

  I didn’t know how drunk Hunter was, but I was pretty sure that he wasn’t completely gone because he was standing upright and working wonders with his mouth. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit down on it before he pulled it between his teeth. I cried out softly as the sensation traveled right down to my belly, causing the swollen muscles to clench with need. Hunter was still rubbing his cock against my clitoris and I wanted to explode with how good it felt.

  “Hunter please…” I begged for him to keep going, to do more, anything I just loved how he was making me feel. Hunter cursed and then he looked at me again and popped my nipple from his mouth.

  “You’re okay with this right? I’m a little tipsy,” he said and I giggled.

  “I’d kill you if you stopped,” I said and Hunter smiled goofily. He kissed me hard before he picked me up and then walked with me into my bedroom. We fell on the bed. He leaned up on one arm, wrapped his around his cock, rubbed it against my swollen slit and pushed into me, slowly. I clenched over and over around every hard delicious inch of him. We both moaned and gasped out loud. Hunter’s eyes closed as an expression of pure bliss fell across his features.

  “You feel so damn good,” he said hoarsely as he began to move his hips and rock against me. I cried out when he touched some spot deep inside me that made my belly quiver and my entire body feel like jelly. As his pace increased and his thrusts got harder, he hit that spot more and more until I was begging him not to stop. “Shh baby, you don’t want to wake anyone up,” Hunter said and I tried to quiet my cries, but was hardly in my right mind.

  “Mmm Liz you feel amazing. I’m so close. I want to feel you cum around my dick.” Hunter kissed me hard and pounded into my body hard and deep. ”Yes, yes Hunter. Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.
” I told him and thrust back, meeting him thrust for thrust. My stomach tingled. My legs jiggled. The intensity grew.

  I grabbed a pillow to bite down on and screamed when my body exploded around Hunter. I squeezed and clenched from the incredible orgasm thrumming through my body. Hunter watched my face as he continued to pound into me, only elongating the intensity pleasure racking my body. Hunter said my name hoarsely as he started to climax, and then I felt his hot release on my belly as he pulled out at the last possible second. I reached down between us and wrapped my around his hand wrapped around his cock and milked him until he was completely spent.

  We were both breathing hard and took a while to recover. Eventually, Hunter got off the bed and I wondered where he was going. Was he just going to go back to his room? He walked to the bathroom and I heard water running before he came back with a warm wash cloth and cleaned up my stomach. He bent down to kiss me softly on the lips before he went back into the bathroom and shut off the light. I felt the mattress dip and Hunter pulled me against his warm body.

  “Merry Christmas Liz,” he whispered and I grinned, that was the best gift I had gotten so far. I don’t know if I had ever had sex as good as that before. I was definitely in trouble. I fell asleep easily against Hunter’s chest and knew I would rather wake up in his arms on Christmas morning than anywhere else.

  ***

  Hunter’s soft lips brushed against my neck and collar while his hands caressed my waist. I woke up to his bright blue eyes and smile, and my heart melted a little. Had I grown feelings past attraction for Hunter? In such a short time?

  “Good morning,” he said. I smiled at him and brushed hair out of his eyes. “I have something I need to tell you,” he said and I looked at him curiously. “Can we… I don’t know, drop the bullshit? And just be together? I really… I have actual feelings for you Liz,” Hunter admitted and I couldn’t deny that I was surprised.

  “What kind of feelings?” I asked cautiously and Hunter pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

  “Like I always want to be around you. I love talking to you. I don’t want this holiday season to end and you go back to Colorado… I think about you constantly. You’ve gotten so far under my skin in such a short amount of time… I just can’t ignore what I am feeling,” Hunter said earnestly. He was being completely honest as he held my gaze, he didn’t even waver one bit.

  “You really… you want to be with me?” I asked, almost in disbelief and Hunter nodded his head.

  “Yeah, I really do. I mean I want to work something out.” He said with determination, and I bit my lip. “Please Liz. I know you feel something for me too. Tell me we can at least try, no matter what our family or whoever thinks,” he said. I sighed and imagined what my mother could possibly say about this. Hunter and I had already had sex, the deed had been done. There really was no going back.

  As I looked at his hopeful expression, I imagined going back to Colorado the next day. I felt bereft at just the thought of leaving Hunter. Especially, after what we had done. It wouldn’t feel right. Hunter was actually sweet and observant under his bad boy exterior and I couldn’t deny that I found that a little bit intoxicating. Hunter moved, and braced himself on his forearms directly over me. He was still very naked and when he pressed his hips against my body, I felt how hard he was.

  “I will have you know, that after last night I will not give you up easily,” Hunter said promisingly. He nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck. He slid his legs between mine and pushed them open wider. No foreplay was needed. I was already wet and swollen for him. Hunter nudged his hips around and then he was sliding into me. We both gasped at the intensity of heat between us. “Please say you’ll try Liz. Say you want me too… that you love me too,” he whispered. I bit my lip and searched his gaze. He just admitted that he loved me and he was completely sincere.

  “I do Hunter. I have feelings for you too… I wanted to stamp a sign on your forehead that you were mine when that waitress was flirting with you and…” I moaned as he thrust into me and my sex clenched around Hunter’s cock. This was crazy but it felt so right. A slow smile started to spread across his face, and I continued, “I’ll try. I want to be with you… I love you too,” I said. Hunter gave me a full smile before he lowered his head to kiss me until I was breathless.

  It might be hard to figure out all the little details but wanting to make it work was half the battle. Hunter said that he had people that would buy his bike shop in a heartbeat so I didn’t need to be the one doing the moving. I shook my head and told him, no. I didn’t mind moving here. The whole family was here. I could work anywhere. Home was where the heart is.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 11 of 40

  The Fireman’s Flame

  Curtis

  Curtis was dripping sweat and smeared with soot and grime. At least once a week he and his fellow firefighters looked like this. It was June in Santa Ana. Essentially, this end of the state of California was a phosphorous coated match stick. Curtis pulled off his helmet, exhaling loudly as the fire truck squealed into the station.

  “Mark, easy on the brakes, man,” Curtis said, pulling down his suspenders.

  Mark shrugged, chewing on the tip of a toothpick. His lips were barely visible behind the layer of soot painting his face.

  “You have to fix it, man. It’s not the freaking Fast and Furious. We basically skidded past the last house,” Curtis said, shaking his head.

  “But we made it, right?” Mark said, shaking debris from his thick, wavy hair.

  His hair looked like it was smeared with tar. That was one reason Curtis kept his blonde hair buzzed short.

  “Alright, shower and food. If Manny is late with lunch again, I’m messing with his brakes,” Mark said, slamming the door.

  Curtis laughed, knowing Mark was joking, and followed him into the firehouse. Curtis had been partnered with Mark for the last eight years and they were not only partners but best friends. When they weren’t living together for forty-eight hour shifts at the Santa Ana Fire Station, they lived the bachelor life downtown.

  “Yo, Curt, I got a story for you, man,” Mark said with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

  Curtis sighed, knowing the story starts with a woman and ends with said woman attempting to put a curse on Mark. Mark was not only a womanizer, he was the king of womanizers and he milked the whole I’m—a—caring—fireman angle to essentially sleep with all of the American southwest.

  “What’s her name?” Curtis asked, taking off his boots, and hanging up his gear.

  “Her coffee just said, ‘J’,” Mark said, staring off like he was thinking of something.

  “Wait, what? Please tell me you’re joking.”

  “Nope. We had a chat ‘cause she was making eyes at me. Cool girl. Really hot. She’s one of those yoga girls, but she’s sharp, man.”

  “So what happened?”

  “We’re going to have coffee again tomorrow.”

  “You mean like a date? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you date anyone.”

  Curtis laughed at the mental image of Mark holding flowers and chocolates.

  “I have to. She won’t give me her number. She said she was flattered, but she didn’t know me so no dice. I mean she was sweet about it, which ‘sweet’ is rare for Cali, but she was pretty clear I wasn’t getting her number—or in her panties.”

  “Wow, and you said yes? Either you are desperate or crazy.”

  “Neither, man. I can’t explain it. She just has this thing about her.”

  “Thing, huh? Well, the fact that you just used a complete sentence to describe her already has me interested. You usually talk about women in grunts and hand symbols.”

  Mark shoved Curtis playfully and then jerked his chin towards the kitchen. Curtis nodded in agreement. Nothing like a five alarm fire to make you feel like you could die of starvation.

  All of the other guys were already sitting around the tables with massive hoagie sandwiches overflowing off of plastic plates. Th
ey were all black with soot too, but the mood was clearly much lighter than it had been when they were tackling a fire. This had been Curtis’s band of brothers since he graduated high school.

  In high school and even during the years after, Curtis was no different from Mark, plowing through women like the water from the fire hoses attack fires. It was just too empty and after his dad died he needed an income to take care of his mother. She took his death the hardest and if Curtis had not buckled down he was sure his mother would have just wasted away.

  Thankfully, even though Curtis barely graduated high school due to his frequent absences, he passed the firefighter exam and he passed the physicals with flying colors. Curtis only wanted to do it for a few years to help his mother out with the mortgage but after he and Mark became best friends it just seemed like a perfect fit.

  “Did you knuckleheads leave any food for us?” Mark yelled, patting Manny the cook on his shoulders.

  “Hell no. You should have come earlier, man,” said Donte, a fellow fireman, as he shoved his sandwich in his mouth.

  Curtis laughed, knowing there was always more than enough food to go around. Manny waved at both of them as he put out fresh hot hoagie rolls on the buffet table.

  “Yeah? Well if my partner here would fix the damn brakes maybe we could get to places on time,” Curtis said, popping an olive in his mouth.

  “Hey, no hands on the platter,” Manny said, glaring at Curtis.

  “Easy, Manny. No harm meant,” Mark teased.

  Mark made two mountainous sandwiches, grabbed some chips and made a B-line to their regular table next to Donte and Brent. Curtis patted his abs, knowing he probably should not copy Mark, but his stomach rippled with hunger. He piled up his plate and plopped down at the table.