by Alexis Shore
She didn’t know what to do.
He couldn’t be in the field like this.
What if he had one in the middle of a raging fire?
It was a danger to himself and his crew.
“Come on,” Jennifer called from the back of the bus.
Amy shook into life and clambered into the driver’s seat, quickly pulling away and aiming the rig towards the nearest ER.
She caught one last glimpse of Patrick in her mirror, flexing his hand at his side to stave off some trembles. It wasn’t right.
Amy had a choice to make.
Four
Patrick bolted down from the cab and quickly divested himself of his boots and jacket. He needed his own space, and it felt like the walls were already closing in.
Thankfully, Amy’s bus wasn’t back from the ER yet, so he wouldn’t have to face her accusatory stare; a stare which would just make it worse. There was no way he should have let her see him like that, and the fact he did just made his panic even worse.
He closed the door of his private quarters, and let the inner sanctum wash over him. It was calming, and even though the panic attack was long past, it helped alleviate things some more.
As he sat on his bunk, Patrick had a sudden urge to speak to someone, and before he knew it, he had his phone in his hand and had dialled his brother. Joseph answered after a huge number of rings.
“Hey,” he sounded tired.
“Hey,” Patrick heard the exhaustion in his own voice. “I don’t think we should write up Amy.”
“Agreed.”
They’d both left it hanging, waiting to see what the other one decided.
“But you’ve got to reign her in,” Joseph said.
“We both know that’s easier said than done.”
“You’re her boss,” Joseph said, sounding like he was rubbing his face in annoyance. “She’ll listen to you more than me.”
“She listens to us both equally.”
“As in not at all.”
“Exactly.”
“Heard from Pop?”
“No, you?”
“Just a text, no info in it. No idea where he is.”
“He’ll let us know when he’s ready.”
“Whatever.”
The subject was a sore one.
“Anyway,” Joseph said after a moment of silence. “It happened again?”
“It did.”
“Talking of getting things under control.”
“Again, easier said than done.”
“Anyone see you?”
“Amy.”
“Not good.”
“No.”
“Her sense of decency might out-rank her sense of loyalty.”
“I know.”
“Give her space, don’t push it. In the meantime, you need anything to calm you down?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Well, if you change your mind.”
“Sure.”
With that, they both hung up without saying goodbye. Joseph was right, and Patrick hadn’t even considered what Amy might do with her new-found information. It was enough to raise his pulse a little more, exactly the opposite of what he needed at the moment.
He lay back on the bed, above the covers, staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes, then felt his eyelids becoming heavy. He didn’t resist when they started to close, and he felt himself drifting off into a calm, peaceful rest. He dreamed of Amy, walking around his flat in nothing but her panties, her swollen tits bouncing with a firmness that made him hard. He yearned for those nipples, and in his dream, he ducked his head down to suck one deep into his mouth.
He awoke with a start.
His cock was hard.
“I’m horny. Fuck me.”
He turned to see Jennifer stood in front of the closed door. It must have been her entrance that had shaken him from the slumber. She was already beginning to unbutton her shirt.
“You’re always horny at the moment,” he said, sitting up and swinging his legs onto the floor. His aching erection was obvious.
“Tell me about it,” she said, slipping the shirt from her shoulders and reaching back to unclip her bra. The way her tits looked trapped in the cups was delicious, and when they were released, Patrick licked his lips at the familiar sight of her big red nipples. “That for me?”
She asked it with a nod of her head to his crotch.
“You want it?”
“Fuck yes,” she sighed, unbuckling her belt and tugging open the fly of her pants.
“Anyone see you come in?”
She shook her head, then pushed the pants down her hips and let them fall in a bunch at her feet. She stepped out of them and rolled her panties away too. She stood in front of Patrick and stepped her legs apart, reaching one hand to her pussy and stretching her lips open, before bringing the other to it and fingering her swollen clit. She was really wet.
Patrick leaned his head up, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth with a contented moan, and teased at it with his lips and tongue, feeling Jennifer’s hand begin to strum at her button below. She always liked to work herself up into a heightened mood, and when he bit on one of her sensitive nipple, she hissed an insult down at him.
With that, he reached round and slapped his hands onto her buttocks, pulling her closer to him, sucking the other nipple deeper into his mouth now. Her finger was working overtime on her clit, and she was moaning to her own touch now.
Patrick hoped she had locked the door behind her. God knows who could walk in and discover their illicit and unethical liaison. Amy could come in, see her partner being caressed and sucked by her boss, and she would have even more ammo in her belt. Maybe she would be overwhelmed by the sexy sight and want to join in.
“You’re eager,” Jennifer whispered, and Patrick realised he had snaked a finger between her cheeks and was massaging her asshole with deep, penetrative strokes.
His cock was rock hard.
“Lick it,” she instructed with a breathy croak.
He ducked his head, and she put one foot up on the edge of the bed, affording him better access to her creamy, juicy, silky wet pussy. He’d never known her so dripping.
“Why so wet?”
“Fuck knows,” she said, then gasped as he sucked her clit hard between his lips. Her hands slapped to his head and pushed him tighter. Her pussy lips opened up around his mouth, and he felt her wetness coating him there. She smelt fantastic, and it made him want to fuck her then and there.
The tip of his finger penetrated her ass.
“You fucker,” she chastised with a guttural sigh.
For some reason, it made him want to pull his face from her pussy and push it to her mouth, kissing her deeply, with an urgent tongue that probed her passionately. Yet it was their one rule.
Anything goes, but no kissing.
They were fuck buddies, nothing more. Whenever one needed it, and the other was in the mood, they did it. And more often than not lately, it was Jennifer who came to him, though not normally as wet as this.
Patrick couldn’t even remember how the arrangement had started; he just knew he could keep on probing her clit with his tongue, but he couldn’t use that tongue in her mouth; no matter how much he wanted to in that moment.
He was knuckle deep in her asshole now, slowly fucking it, and she was rolling her hips forcefully, grinding herself into his mouth, loving the way he teased her clit now.
Patrick spanked her hard with his free hand, and she swore at him again, this time with an even more impassioned breathlessness.
“I’ve had a bad day,” she gasped a moment later, reaching between his face and her pussy with two fingers and opening herself really wide.
“Me too,” he said, before working his tongue into a stiff point and pushing it past those wide-open lips, tasting her wetness as he started to fuck her with it, matching the motion of his finger in her ass.
“Oh fuck,” she exhaled forcefully, tossing her head back, which bent her spine, pushing her deeper onto him.
Patrick couldn’t help himself. With his free hand he tugged open his own pants and pulled out his prick, bigger and harder than anytime he could remember. He pumped it hard and fast in his fist, making his swollen balls bounce, and continued to probe into both of her holes.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she sighed, the vibrations so deep through her whole body.
He pulled his face away, and slipped his finger out, looking up at her and smiling.
“Suck it,” he instructed, and before he was finished saying it, she was on her knees between his legs, both hands on his cock, guiding the tip into her hungry, eager mouth.
She swirled her lips and tongue around the tip, but he pushed her deep down his shaft, making her take his whole length with a choke, then he gripped her scalp and started to fuck her with deep, urgent thrusts. The way she moaned so hard into his prick only served to make his face-fucking more urgent.
And as he closed his eyes, he was surprised to find himself imagining it was Amy’s mouth on him now.
He opened them again, and shook the image away, trying to stay in the moment.
She pushed back against his hands, and he let go. She released him with a wet slurp, and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, a wicked smile on her face, and a steamy glint in her eye.
“I want you in me,” she said, so softly, yet so urgently.
And with that, she stood up and turned around, bending over and supporting herself against the wall.
Her butt looked so perfect bent into that position, and Patrick stood up, angling himself behind her, one hand on the base of her spine, the other gripping his cock. She reached down to help, guiding his tip to her lips, then let go as he pushed himself all the way inside.
She gasped and groaned, loving the way he stretched her pussy.
He reached under and cupped her belly, the way she liked it these days, and then pulled out to his tip and pushed back in with a slow, easy pump.
She wanted it slow and sensual, and he gave her just that, at least until she started to beg for more.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard.”
He didn’t need telling twice, and within a few strokes, he was slapping into her ass cheeks with a rough speed that induced a volley of expletives from his lover’s mouth.
She came so hard, and so suddenly, that he too twitched and unloaded inside her.
He grunted and bent over, reaching to grab her tits and squeeze her nipples, the way she liked it when his come was oozing into her pussy.
She gasped again, and shivered when his prick worked loose, and together they stepped back to the bunk and lay down to catch their breath.
They didn’t hold one another, just came down from the heights in close proximity.
When Patrick looked to her, she had her hand between her legs, and was slowly fingering her clit in wide circles, massaging his spunk back into her.
“Ah wow,” she exhaled, and then swallowed.
“That was intense.”
“We’re not done,” she said through deep breaths. “I want you again.”
“Give me a minute.”
“Hurry up,” she said with a smile, then pushed two fingers into her pussy and started to slowly fuck herself. “I’m still fucking horny.”
“Pregnancy is weird,” he said, rolling his balls in his hand in an effort to re-awaken his waning erection. It would be a good few minutes yet.
“Tell me you don’t love me being this horny.”
He said nothing, unsure what she needed to hear. But his silence seemed to please her, and she began to push her fingers in and out with more speed now. He watched her intently, seeing her juices cream around her fingers, and he realised he was already pumping a growing erection in his fist.
“You’re sure it’s not mine?” he asked with a sly smile.
“Do the math,” she said, her breath even heavier now. “We started this well after I got pregnant.”
“If you say so.”
“I do,” she said, looking at his solid cock. “Now come back over here and fuck me.”
Five
Amy sat in the otherwise empty treatment room, hugging a blanket around her for warmth. Her wet clothes were in a pile on the floor, water oozing from them in a slowly growing puddle.
Stevie was elsewhere, wrapped up equally well and on the mend.
She had no idea where Jennifer was, but that didn’t matter, it just meant she had a moment to herself in which to consider her options.
Seeing Patrick in the midst of a panic attack was shocking to say the least. And that he seemed to know how to manage the symptoms told her that this wasn’t the first one he’d experienced.
She didn’t know what to do.
Or who to tell.
Or indeed, if she should tell anyone.
It would almost certainly mean he was taken off of active duty, and she didn’t know how he’d cope with that, or how the company would cope with it. Indeed, how would they react once they knew it was Amy who had ‘turned him in’?
The choice was a stark one.
As far as she could tell, she had three options.
Ignore it, and pretend like it hadn’t happened.
Confront him and help him work through it.
Or raise the issue with the Battalion Chief, who, like her, would recognise that these attacks were making Patrick a danger to his own men.
Amy pulled the blanket tighter around her naked body, as much for comfort now as for warmth. Her three choices danced in her mind, each vying for supremacy. She chose to ignore them for the time being.
Just as she decided that, the door opened and Jennifer came in with a steaming cup of coffee, which she handed to Amy. Amy reached out to take it, the blanket falling from her shoulder and flashing her nude breast.
Jennifer smiled.
“You’ve got nice tits.”
“Whatever,” Amy said in embarrassment, tugging the blanket back onto her shoulder and using it as a shield now. She managed to angle the cup up through the wool and took a sip that immediately sent warming waves down her spine.
“I’ve done the paperwork,” Jennifer said, looking like she was ready to get back in the bus and head home.
“Give me a minute.”
“Sure thing.”
Jennifer paced the room, rubbing her back and trying to keep the pain from her face.
“You should think about …”
“Don’t,” Jennifer said with a snap that stopped the thought being vocalised. “Not yet.”
“But soon?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Soon.”
Amy couldn’t understand why she was so adamant to stay on duty, though she knew Jennifer had her reasons. Another urge to ask her who the Father was washed over Amy; one which she had quickly learned to suppress. Instead, she took a mouthful of coffee, and swallowed back the question.
The blinds on the door clattered as it was opened, and they both turned to see Joseph wandering in, looking half-confused and half-distracted. Amy gave him a weak smile, which he didn’t return. But he did come to her and feel her head, checking her temperature in the most basic of ways.
“You’ve gotta know when to stand back.”
His tone was so patronising that she rolled her eyes.
“Glad you’re okay though,” he said, almost as an afterthought, then leaned down to peck a small kiss on her cold forehead.
“I’ll be outside,” Jennifer sai
d with a hint of annoyance.
Once the door was shut, Amy felt the need to unburden herself.
“Did you know Patrick has panic attacks?” she said with such speed she wasn’t sure she was making any sense.
Joseph shook his head and looked at her, then slipped the blanket from her shoulder. She let him do it, and tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck so he could take her pulse.
“I dunno what to do,” she said.
“You’re imagining things,” he said softly, just as he bought both hands to her naked breasts and almost weighed them in his palm. Before she could react, he nuzzled his mouth into the nape of her neck and suckled there for a moment, finding her nipples with his fingers and pinching them harshly.
“Ow,” she seethed.
He released them a little, but continued to roll them between his fingertips and thumbs. She squirmed on the bed, not wanting her body to react to the attention.
“This is serious,” she said.
“I know,” he whispered, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
She swallowed.
“He shouldn’t be on active duty.”
“Shh,” he exhaled, and let go of her breasts, grabbing one wrist and pushing the palm of her hand to the bulge in his scrubs. He was rock hard, and she let her fingers find his shape and give it a gentle massage. Then he ducked his head to her right tit and bit at her nipple, nipping it gently at first, but then harder, making her hiss with annoyance.
“I’m not in the mood,” she explained, letting go of his prick.
“Bullshit,” he said, immediately pushing his hand between her legs, his middle finger quickly parting her lips and stroking up to her clit. She was wet, she couldn’t deny it.
“Not now,” she sighed, as much from impatience as from delight.
His finger penetrated her, pushing past her lips with an ease that surprised her, but she didn’t want this.
So she clapped her hands to his shoulders and pushed him away. When he saw the look on her face, he knew she wasn’t playing.