by Peyton Banks
“Oh, Blaze.”
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Blaze muttered.
“I want you. All of you.”
Blaze pressed his forefinger against my slick nub again, grinding the heel of his hand against my mound. I cried out in passion. My pussy throbbed and pulsed. I raked my nails across Blaze’s back.
My mouth parted and I let out a whispery sigh.
I gasped, tilting my hips in a silent plea for more, but he retreated slowly before plunging deeper. “Please—” I mumbled, barely able to speak. Blaze made my body shudder with every stroke of his hard cock inside of me.
“Sheena, sweetheart, cum for me.”
Blaze pumped into me faster and faster. I could feel his long, thick, erection hitting me in places that were never touched before. His fingers against my clit enhanced the pleasure threefold.
“Oh my God, yes,” I cried out; the orgasmic, electrical shocks never seeming to end. Blaze pulled me closer. I arched my back and moaned when his hot seed splashed against my walls.
6
Sheena
Despite the late-night, I awoke early, wrapped in the warmth of Blaze’s arms. His arms around my waist and his muscular thigh slanted between my legs seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I watched his face looking relaxed, and the flutter of Blaze’s breath caressed me softly on my face. Blaze was even handsome while sleeping. I wanted to reach over and kiss him full on his sexy lips, but then again, maybe I should take that time to leave so I could avoid the uncomfortableness of a one-night stand.
I really needed to find my way downstairs and leave. Emotions came along with sex for me. Maybe sex was easy for him. When I gave a man my body, it meant something more to me than an easy lay. In the light of day, it dawned on me that maybe I had made a mistake.
I gently tried to peel Blaze off of me. I wiggled from beneath his arm, but Blaze instantly pulled me tighter against his side.
“Where do you think you’re going, beautiful?”
I sighed and buried my face against Blaze’s lightly haired chest. I inhaled his manly scent. Damn, he still smelled good. I gave one more sniff, and I lifted my head to gaze into his beautiful, grey gaze.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep last night. I should be home—I need...”
Blaze’s lips came down on mine before I could finish the sentence.
Being wrapped in Blaze’s arms again, and caught up in his seduction, had me wanting him buried deep inside me once again. My core clenched with want. My hand raked over his chest, and my thoughts of leaving abandoned me. I allowed my emotions to overrule my head, and I started to follow my heart.
Blaze’s lips were warm and soft against mine. I slid closer to his hot muscular body. Blaze’s tongue swirled with mine, and we continued to explore with our mouths and tongues. I groaned when his strong hands caressed my ass and squeezed.
Blaze’s erection poked me in the stomach. I reached down between our bodies and encircled his massive shaft with my hand. My fingers couldn’t even meet around his broadness. Blaze began to grunt when I squeezed and stroked him.
I took my other hand and trailed my fingers over his tantalizing hard abs. I relished the feel of his hardness against my softness.
Pussy juices trailed down my thighs as he caressed and sucked my nipples into his hot mouth.
“Mm, I love sucking on your nipples,” Blaze said thickly.
Blaze took that moment to bite down on one pebbled nipple and caressed it with his tongue. The sting caused more juices to flow between my thighs.
“Mm, don’t stop.”
“You’re fucking sexy. Do you know that?” Blaze asked as he eased down my body. “I grew famished through the night. I want to feed,” he muttered, sliding down my body, prying my legs apart.
“Mm,” I moaned as he settled his head and broad shoulders between my splayed thighs. “I need to shower,” I said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable about my freshness.
Blaze lowered his head and gave a loud sniff. “You smell a little like you, and me. Just the way I like it,” he said, lowering his head once again. I almost jumped off the bed when his tongue swiped against my wet folds. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”
His mumbled words had me rising and swirling my hips to get closer to his questing mouth as he licked hungrily against my sex.
“Oh my, that feels so good,” I said softly.
“Cum for me, Sheena.” Blaze demanded. And I did.
Soon, Blaze crawled back up my body and kissed me deeply with the scent of my pussy on his lips.
“I need you, sweetheart. Can I have you again?” Blaze whispered into my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
“Mm, yes. I want you, too. So damn bad.”
Blaze didn’t waste any time shoving his hardness in me to the hilt. He stayed in place for a moment before moving in and out of my wet heat. I luxuriated in every pleasurable thrust. My moans of pleasure grew louder as Blaze took me gentle and slow— then hard and fast. His hardness jerked and pulsed. I knew he was close to cumming.
“You’re just too fucking sexy,” he grunted as he lifted his head from between my breasts. His heated, silver gaze clashed with my brown orbs. A bead of Blaze’s sweat slid down his chest and splashed against my dark skin.
“Are you ready to cum for me again?” Blaze pumped into me harder and faster. “Fuck.” He growled and slid his hand between my thighs. His fingers connected with my clit, and Blaze rubbed my slick nub repeatedly with every thrust.
“Yes,” I whined, and my pussy convulsed around his jerking cock.
Blaze gritted his teeth and grunted. “Shit, I’m cumming,” he groaned.
“I’m cumming, too,” I moaned, my hips rising faster in tune with his thrusts.
One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts more, and Blaze’s hot seed splattered against my walls. I pleasured in his essence mixing with mine.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Blaze said as he pulled away from me and gathered me in his arms. We both lay there gasping for air, getting our breathing under control.
Later that morning, after a leisurely shower in Blaze's magnificent triple-headed shower, I got dressed. I finally got the chance to look around Blaze’s spacious home. His house wasn’t over the top, but it had a robust lived-in feeling to it. The walls were a mixture of beiges and browns. I noticed high-arched windows in the bedroom as I made my way down the stairs. I followed the aroma of cinnamon and found my way towards the kitchen, entering the room through swinging doors.
I stopped in my tracks seeing Blaze standing shirtless with faded blue jeans hanging low on his hips. My mouth watered not only from the aroma of what he was cooking, but from the sight of his sexy body filling the kitchen area like a piece of art. I noticed his black hair was damp with a glossy sheen. He must have showered in another room...
The kitchen had an airy feeling to it. There was a big double window over the sink, and square marble-colored tiles formed exciting patterns on the floor. A rectangular five-foot island with a granite slab centered the room, with four stools surrounding it. A rounded kitchen table with chairs was situated on the other side of the kitchen.
“I hope you enjoyed your shower. Breakfast is ready,” Blaze glanced back at me and winked. “We can eat at the bar since it's just the two of us,” he added.
“Thank you, I did, and that will be great. So, you can cook, huh?” I asked.
“Yeah, I've been living on my own for quite a while. I had to learn to cook or starve. I'm a big guy who needs lots of fuel,” he chuckled, giving me a cocky grin.
“Ahem, I can tell. You have a wonderful home, by the way. It's plenty spacious.”
“Yeah. I need plenty of space,” Blaze eyes clouded with something akin to sorrow with those words. He turned and switched off the oven. He brought the food to the kitchen island and placed a plated breakfast for each of us.
“Wow, this looks delicious,” I said, admiring the cinnamon toast, eggs, and bacon
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“Eat up,” Blaze said. “Oh, and do you want coffee or orange juice?”
“Orange juice,” I replied.
Blaze quickly poured us each a glass of juice before retaking his seat across from me.
He gave me a sexy grin before digging in. “Are you enjoying my city so far?”
“I haven't gotten out a lot. I have been doing a lot of unpacking. I finally got my house situated. Mrs. Jenkins kept me company a lot. Now, she's moved, and is living with her daughter's family.”
“She's not rebuilding?”
“No. She decided not to rebuild. I can understand why, but I'll miss her all the same.”
“Well, I guess I'll have to make it where you won't miss her so much.”
My eyes widened. “Oh, really?” I blushed from Blaze's intense stare.
“Yeah, really. I know we rushed things a bit last night and this morning, but I want to get to know you. I really do like you, Sheena. Like, a lot.”
Blaze’s confession made me feel all warm and gooey inside. “I like you a lot, too.” I said, smiling. “Do you want to take me on a date?” I asked, to be sure of Blaze's meaning.
“Yeah, I want to date you, have long talks— the whole nine yards.” Blaze’s gaze was fixed on mine. He was so handsome.
“Sheena, would you like to get to know me better?”
I bit my lip to give myself time to reply. I didn't want to seem desperately eager, but hell yes I wanted to know Blaze better. I would love to date him too. God knows I was feeling more than I should for a man I just met.
“That would be great,” I replied calmly.
“Awesome.” Blaze grinned and began eating again with relish.
We finished our breakfast, and we did the cleanup together. I offered to do it myself since he cooked but Blaze blatantly disagreed.
“I really enjoyed breakfast, and last night, but I really need to get home. I can call a cab.”
“No way. I'll drive you home, but first, let me see your cell phone.”
“Okay. I dropped my handbag by the front door on the table last night.” Blaze followed me as I retrieved my phone. I placed it into his outstretched hand.
“I'm programming my numbers into your phone. Call me if you need anything— I mean anything at all.” He then dialed his number from my phone and disconnected after it rang. “Now I have your number, too,” he grinned.
I took my phone back and noticed I had a message from Laura. I would check in with her when I returned home.
“Okay, I'm ready.”
“Damn. I'm not ready for you to go, but I understand. Let me put on a shirt and shoes. I need to grab my keys and wallet too, and then we can be on our way.”
I watched the passing scenery as Blaze drove down the highway. “Listen, I work crazy hours,” said Blaze, worriedly. “Sometimes I work days, and sometimes nights, but I'm going to make time for you,” he informed me.
“I understand. I'm cool with that.”
“Good,” he said, reaching over to grab my hand. He lifted it to his lips and gave it a kiss. He held onto my hand until he pulled in my driveway.
“Thank you for the ride. I really appreciate it.”
“You're welcome. Stay put. I want to walk you to your door.” Blaze said, hopping out and jogging around to open the passenger side door.
Once at my front door, I inserted the key and unlocked the door. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Wait,” Blaze said before I could cross the threshold. He leaned down until his forehead touched mine. His hand raked through my thick, unruly hair. Blaze's intoxicating scent permeated my nostrils and made my blood boil.
“May I kiss you again?” His voice was gruff, and his breath was minty against my face.
I trembled in his hot gaze. “Of course you can, I’d love that,” I replied.
Blaze stared at me without blinking before lowering his head to capture my lips. My mouth opened, and his tongue dived in. The kiss was hot, slow, and thorough. He kissed me gently and carefully. After the passion he showed me last night and this morning, it wasn’t gentleness I wanted. Blaze groaned, low in his throat, and gathered me closer against his hard body. The kiss grew with fiery intensity; our tongues swirling, seeking to capture.
By the time Blaze lifted his head and walked away, my heart thudded against my chest. I let myself inside and fanned my face with my hand. I leaned back against the closed door and let out a whoosh of air. Damn that man was hot, in more ways than one. The surprise was that he wanted to date me. My days seemed to be looking up after all.
7
Sheena
Laura was settled down at the table in a small pizzeria that was located in the mall. “I'm hungry enough to eat a horse,” she said, setting down her shopping bags near her feet.
“Our pizza order shouldn't be too much longer,” I said. Before the words had even finished being spoken, a waitress came with our meal.
“I hope you two enjoy, and if either of you want anything else be sure to let me know.” said the waitress with a smile.
Laura nodded, and dug right in. “Will do, thank you,” I replied before getting a slice of the pizza. “Mm, this is good,” I said to Laura. She looked up with a smear of tomato sauce on the side of her mouth. I gestured, and she quickly wiped it away with a napkin.
“You're right, this place always does serve the best pizza,” she replied.
“I know I’ve asked you three times before, but are you sure you don’t want to come over for the Thanksgiving dinner? Roger’s parents and younger sister are flying in from Washington. They should arrive early Thursday morning.” Laura said. “Before you say no, I promise you that Roger’s parents will be glad to have you join us. It’s always the more the merrier with them.”
“Thank you for the invite, but I’m just going to hang around home. I don’t feel like doing the big Thanksgiving thing this year.”
“Aw, Sheena. I feel bad for you being alone.”
“Please don't feel sorry for me. I'll be fine. I promise.”
Laura gave me a hard look. I flushed under her gaze, but I wasn't going to budge and let her not enjoy her holiday because of me, or because being around a large family was just too much for me to handle right now. I would get there— just not today.
“Why are you so stubborn, Sheena?”
I threw back my head and laughed. “I'm not stubborn, just practical. I love you for the invite and thank you for it. I tell you what— since Blaze can't visit his brother for Thanksgiving because of work, I will cook for the two of us. Now settle your mind. I won't be alone.”
A huge grin spread across Laura's face. “Damn girl, I don't blame you then. Stay at home, fuck, and have fun with that sexy ass firefighter.”
“Laura!” I looked around the restaurant to make sure no one heard her.
“Sheena, you know that man is fine as hell. I see the look in your eyes when you talk about him. Besides, he's one of the good guys, so says my husband.”
I couldn't help but feel all sizzling and hot inside when I thought about Blaze. I was never one to hide my feelings. “I know it may seem fast, but I'm falling for Blaze.”
“Falling as in falling in love?” Laura asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. You deserve to be happy.” Laura stated. “Falling in love doesn’t have a timetable attached. I read this article once that this scientist made a couple fall in love in ninety-four minutes. No lie.”
I laughed, and I felt happy. Just like that, my friend made me feel like I wasn't crazy for letting my feelings go and trusting in my emotions.
We finished our lunch, and I helped Laura resume her early Christmas shopping.
8
Blaze
A Wonderful Thanksgiving
I pressed the doorbell three times before Sheena opened the door. She was wearing a Thanksgiving-themed Turkey Apron, designed with an autumn harvest of fruit, corn, pumpkins, and maple leaves. She looked so adorable!
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bsp; “Blaze! Come in,” Sheena invited. She stepped aside to let me through the door. “I’m glad you came.” She smiled, closing the door behind me.
I smelled wonderful aromas of turkey, stuffing, and sweet potatoes. My mouth watered at the prospect of tasting Sheena’s culinary skills.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I brought wine and a pecan pie. I didn’t make it, so you don’t have anything to worry about. One of the firemen wives gave us all pies for Thanksgiving. Callie owns a bakery. I hope that’s okay. It smells wonderful in here, Sheena.”
It felt like weeks since I'd last seen Sheena, yet, it had only been four days. I had been working nonstop since one of my coworkers had been out with the flu.
Sheena’s mouth turned upward into a smile. There was a tiny mole on the left side of her bottom lip. Why hadn’t I noticed that before? My crotch tightened. I extended the bottle of wine at her. “Here.” Sheena reached out to grab the bottle of wine.
“Thank you, Blaze. A person can never have too much pie, I hope! I made my mom’s special sweet potato pie.” A sad look entered her brown eyes with her words.
I love sweet potato pie. Especially if it’s as sweet as you, I thought. “How are you? Are you okay? I know how this time of year can be without loved ones,” I voiced instead.
“I’m doing okay. I’ll take the pie into the kitchen,” Sheena extended her free hand. “Have a seat in the living room. Dinner should be ready in another twenty minutes or so. I’m waiting for the macaroni and cheese to finish baking.”