by Lynn, Davida
I turned to sit down again, and the second that my butt hit the seat, somebody called out "Swain, Jonah."
I shot myself right back to a standing position an extended a hand for Abbey. "Why thank you, sir." She took it, and the two of us followed the doctor as he headed back to the exam rooms.
As we passed the check-in station, the younger nurse watched us with great intent. She mouthed good luck, and I gave her a big thumbs up.
Fifteen minutes later, we were rushing to Iridescence. If we made the lights, we’d get there just in time for our extended reservation. Since that morning, the swelling had gone down considerably, and I didn’t feel so much like a slob at dinner across from Abbey.
We had a good time. Maybe not the best time in the world, but good. Abbey was guarded, and I couldn't blame her. I knew that I had a lot of work to do. The work didn't bother me, but there were still so many unknowns. I was willing to do whatever I could to get her back, but that didn't guarantee that Abbey would even want me back.
We stood together outside of her door talking about old times an old calls we went on with Engine 37. After months and months of being uncomfortable at work, Abbey felt so refreshing. It was hard not to fall into old routines with her. She and I just clicked. We could use half the words and understand twice as much.
I knew she wasn't going to invite me inside, and I was okay with that. I was as okay with it as I could be. It was hard to be okay with it when the woman in front of you was beyond compare. I had been stealing glances at her legs all night, and she’d caught me more times than not. If it had upset her, she didn't let me know.
It had all started with those legs. On her first day of work at Engine 37, we all met her first thing in the morning. I thought she was pretty, like any guy would but it was in the workout room later that day when I got hooked. I spotted her on the treadmill as I walked past, and I couldn't help but stare. Somebody caught me, I don't remember who. Luckily, Abbey hadn't caught me that day.
"Thank you for a great dinner, Jonah."
"Thank you for some great emergency medical technicianing."
A musical laugh came from her. It was genuine, and it made me feel weightless. It was the kind of laugh that made a heart ache.
"You’re welcome," Abbey started fishing for her keys, confirming my suspicion that I’d be sleeping alone. It was probably for the best, but damn, did I want to tear that dress off of her. She looked too beautiful in it not to be taken in the best way.
Easy, Jonah. You've got a long road ahead of you.
I gave Abbey a stupid grin, "G’night, Abigail.” I turned to leave before I could see a disgusted look on her face. She always hated being called by her full name, and I only did it on special occasions.
Why did he have to call me Abigail? Things are going perfectly fine between us. Not amazing, but perfectly fine. A nice, respectable dinner, and he had to ruin it by doing something stupid like calling me Abigail.
I didn’t even realize I was speaking, “Jonah, get the hell in here.” I grabbed him by the wrist with one hand and unlocked my door with the other.
The chemistry was there, I knew that. It was there in my office, fully alive even with a two-year hibernation. I couldn’t keep it at bay any longer.
I dropped my keys onto the stand by the door. Once Jonah was inside, he had me shoved up against the door. It slammed shut and my body bounced from the impact. I couldn’t stop laughing. Jonah’s hands were at my waist, holding me in place. My heart had gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye when I heard him say Abigail.
It wasn’t the fact that he said it, it was how. Jonah had this very subtle way of making things sound so sexy, even a name I hated. He had turned it into something else. I grabbed his hands from my hips and pulled his body against mine.
Our lips met for the first time in two years, but it felt like two days. The passion, the memory, the emotion; it was all still there and as fierce as ever. Jonah's body pinned me to the door, and I remembered all that beautiful weight pushing against me. He let out a low groan, and I could feel him throbbing between his legs. His cock pressed against me, and I knew I had lost the battle in my mind.
Jonah's hands were at my hips, but they began to slide up. God, they felt so big and strong. My heart pounded, and a pressure began to build in my loins. How long had it been since I had sex? How much longer had it been since I had great sex? With Jonah, it was a guarantee. Every single time. Our bodies were made for each other, like a two piece puzzle.
His hands cupped my breasts, every squeeze making my heart race faster. I was working the buttons down his shirt, but only made it halfway. It was taking too long, so I pulled it up over his head. Jonah let go of my breasts just long enough for me to pull the shirt down his arms. I dropped the shirt beside me and hit the wall switch. The entryway light came on, bathing us in the warm glow. Jonah's eyes were on fire with desire. He looked positively hungry.
"Jesus, two years. I've missed this. God, I've missed you." Jonah's voice was fire, the flames licking my skin and heating me up. He sounded so manly and sexy, I could feel myself getting wet at just the sound of his voice.
His body looked beefier than I remember, or maybe my vision was just clouded over. His chest was broad, a simple patch of hair between his pecs that led all the way down… I was so glad I turned the light on. I ran both my hands down his chest. I felt his heart racing , and I didn't feel so foolish about my own.
My hands sunk lower, my fingers dancing over his ripples. I dug my nails into his stomach, feeling his strong abs push back. Jonah's lips were at my neck. The inferno between us was growing bigger and hotter. I grabbed him by the hem of his jeans and pulled him to my bedroom.
Jonah's hands were at my ass as I led him down the hall. I felt so petite at his touch. I wanted him to lift me, I wanted his muscles to raise me up like I weighed nothing at all. Before I even stopped in the bedroom, Jonah's hands were pulling up the dress. I stood with my back to him and lifted my arms. Off came the dress, and on came the lights. I didn't want to miss a thing.
One of his hands came up to my chest, the other was at my stomach. Jonah pulled me back against his hard body, and I felt his hard cock through his jeans pressing against my ass. Jonah ran his fingers over the cup of the black bra that I was wearing. My body shook at his touch, and my desire grew. His other hand sunk from my stomach to the lacy lining of my matching black panties.
"Yes, fuck yes." I leaned my head back and whispered to him as a finger sank beneath the panties. He traced the line from hip to hip as my knees got weak.
He could feel it, and in response, Jonah squeezed my breasts and held me up. It only made my strength disappear faster. I reached my hands behind my back and began to undo his belt. I had to touch him, I had to wrap my fingers around that big cock. Desire and need were pushing me forward. I needed him so badly in that moment.
Jonah’s fingers sunk lower beneath my panties. I felt his fingers on my mound, and he began to trace down the thin landing strip that led to my wet pussy. He took his time, torturing me and working me up. When his finger finally reached the top of my slit I cried out. I cried out Jonah's name in pleasure for the first time in two years. It was heavenly. He slid across my skin easily, and I was surprised at how wet I was. We always turn each other on so easily, but I must've forgotten just how easily.
Jonah's finger slid down my pussy, sending feelings of pure ecstasy surging through my body. I forgot every lover between when we broke up and that moment. I forgot everything that had felt good or new. With a single touch Jonah had wiped my memory clean, and I was ready to start all over again with him.
With his finger on my most sensitive area, it was hard for me to get his belt undone. I was met with desire and finally managed to pull it free. I tossed the belt somewhere in the room and dropped the zipper of his jeans. I slid a hand beneath his underwear and found Jonah's throbbing cock waiting for me.
The second that I touched him, his finger curled up and slid in
side of me. Even his finger felt thick, stretching me and spreading me. I couldn’t take it much longer. I turned around and stared at Jonah with big, doe eyes. I saw the need and desire in his own. I sunk to my knees, pulling his jeans and underwear down with me. Jonah had teased me, but I wasn't as mean as him.
Gripping his cock, I open my mouth and took him inside. The feeling of his throbbing member inside my mouth was amazing. I felt powerful, beautiful, and strong sucking him off. Letting go of his cock with my hand, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. Jonah was groaning and letting out beastly noises that only got me hotter.
My mouth watered at the taste, and I got his cock wet quickly. I felt his hands in my hair, pushing, pulling, and grabbing handfuls. I felt pressure of my scalp, and it was amazing. I could have used my mouth for hours and still enjoyed it, but I had bigger, deeper needs. Jonah did, apparently, too, because he reached down and pulled me back up to my feet.
"You're as good as I remember. Better, actually." His words made me sizzle.
Jonah spun me around and shoved me towards my bed. It was powerful and told me that he was in charge. I crawled onto the bed as he peeled my wet, black panties from my body. I looked back to see Jonah stripping off the jeans from his legs. Then I saw Jonah looking past me.
His eyes were on something, and when I followed them my eyes went wide. Jonah had a naughty smile on his face as he reached for the belt on the floor. My heart raced a little faster as he picked it up. We certainly weren't taking things slow.
I felt the leather at my waist, and then Jonah turned the belt sideways and slid it under me. I looked down to see him pull it around and through the loop. It circled around my waist. He pulled it tight, and I felt his strength, and the belt cinching around my midsection. He pulled upwards, and I felt my weight lifted. My heart jumped. I wasn't expecting that, and it was fucking fantastic. We were always so in sync in bed, but still found amazing ways to surprise each other. He still could do it, too. I felt his body behind mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he pressed against me.
I arched even more, begging for his big cock with my body. Jonah pulled the belt back, bringing my body back with it. I felt his throbbing member. It was pressing between my cheeks, and a deep moan escaped my mouth.
"Tell me what you want, Abbey." He said it with a pull on the belt.
I answered with an eager, girlish voice, "Fuck me, Jonah. Please give me your cock. I am aching without it!" The words came out like a plea, and I pushed back against his cock to emphasize the point. I needed him so badly, but the tease seemed to go on.
With no warning, he shoved his thick cock inside me. Once he had slid inside my wet hole, he yanked back hard on the belt. It tightened and pulled me back. My pussy swallowed his cock to the hilt. Waves of pleasure shot from my center outwards. If he hadn’t been holding me with the belt, I would have collapsed. After such torture he gave me sweet relief.
It didn't last long, though. He began pounding into me. With each slam into me, the pressure grew. He was relentless in his thrusting, making up for two absent years. Using the belt to pull me backwards, I was at his mercy, and he was showing me none.
I cried out, and I even tried to get back up on my hands to gain some control, but Jonah was slamming into me too hard. I dropped back to my elbows and gripped at the sheets. I whimpered and moaned. I knew pleading wouldn't do me any good; he was in control.
I was dripping wet, and he slid in and out so easily. My body shook with each slam into me from behind. The belt dug into my hips each time he dragged me backwards, and I expected to have marks there in the morning.
Between the intensity and pleasure, my orgasm was massive, but I could barely enjoy it. As ecstasy rushed through me, Jonah continued jackhammering into my convulsing pussy. I moaned and screamed, each thrust dragging out the orgasm indefinitely. A single tear streamed down my face, and soon my voice left me all together.
“Jonah, oh my god.”
He let out a laugh, “God damn, Abbey, that was so hot.” I could hear the tension in his voice. Jonah was close.
He gave one more hard thrust, pulling hard on the reign, and I felt him slide out of me. He growled in a deep manly way and I felt his load shoot all over my ass. It was an amazing sensation, it splashed, it tingled, and it was hot on my very tender skin. Shot after shot landed on me. Jonah still had a strong grip on the belt, but as his growls relaxed, so did his grasp.
When I had the freedom to move, I laid down flat on the bed. I could feel his cum on my back, and I loved the sensation. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Jonah breathing hard over me. I patted the bed right next to me. I wanted to feel his weight and heat right beside me. I wanted to feel his heart beating so close to my own.
Jonah moved like a sudden shift could shatter him. As he slowly lowered his body beside me, he let out a long and satisfied sigh. I felt a comfort that had been gone for a long time as Jonah laid next to me in my bed. When we were both on Engine 37, we helped comfort each other. That was something I missed.
As he laid on his stomach, Jonah put an arm over my waist. He let out a soft moan.
I turned to face him. He opened one eye to look at me. I said, "You're not out of the doghouse, you know. Not out by a long shot."
With considerable effort, he nodded. "I know, but is there a light at the end of the tunnel?"
I smiled and closed my eyes, exhaustion getting the better of me. We both knew he was going to spend the night. "There's something at the end of the tunnel."
I’d never had a Monday to Friday nine to five job. I didn’t even know what to expect. Like it was any other shift, I was up at 5:30 in the morning. With two extra hours before work started, I decided to go for a run.
My mind was on Abbey as the miles ticked away. The fact that we had spent the night together really caught me off-guard. I was fully prepared to go home without so much as a kiss. I figured that Abbey would punish me by making me take things glacier-slow.
It would have been hard, but I would have done it. I would have done whatever she demanded of me. Abbey was worth it. She was worth leaving Engine 37. She would have been worth leaving everything.
My head moved from Abbey to Havens, much to my dismay. Holding back Saturday morning had been hard, but the last thing I wanted was to leave Engine 37 with a bad reputation. Fire fighters transferred out all the time. Sure, it was a noble profession, but in Detroit, it also meant that you had at least one other job. Most guys would leave if they could get another full-time gig that paid more. It was a sad fact, but it was life in Detroit.
Havens had called me out, thinking that I couldn’t handle him. In fairness, he was partially right. An egomaniac, he thought it was all about him, which actually saved me having to kick his ass for bringing Abbey into things. It had been hard enough to hold back when he accused me of being a pussy for not standing up to him. One mention of her, and I would have shown him every bit of strength and anger welling up inside.
I stopped in an empty park with the sun just beginning to rise in the sky. I checked my phone to see that I had managed seven miles. It had flown by while my mind was elsewhere. I splashed water from a decorative fountain on my face and let it run down my chest. The exhaustion hadn’t been present while my mind was on Abbey and Havens, but once I stopped, it caught up to me with a vengeance. I sat on the edge of the fountain to catch my breath.
Looking around, I tried to wrap my mind around the new chapter I was about to start in my life. I normally wouldn’t have been so calm about such a big change, but with Abbey back in my life, worry wasn’t present.
Sheryl Koufax was Secretary to Somebody who served Someone in the Something Division. I honestly tuned out after she started painting the family tree. What was important was that she was going to show me around and give me my new assignment.
“With your level of experience in the field, we struggled to find a great fit for you.”
I smiled, “That’s code for me not being able to do
real-people work. I know how to work a computer, you know. I can manage at a desk.”
There was the notion at HQ that fire fighters were only good at eating smoke and hauling hose. I hadn’t done much in the real world, but I wasn’t a bonehead.