“Mine!” I shout loudly. “Mine, mine, mine!”
“Yours!” She screams an ear-piercing screech as her body tenses and her pussy grabs me like a fist.
She’s close, so close. Right on the precipice of her climax, still as stone as it washes over her and I plow harder against her. It’s as euphoric as watching a whore burn, the feeling of seeing her incapable of doing anything else but to ride out the pain I give her, and it’s forcing me towards my climax as well.
It's one I can feel starting in my toes that dig into the floor, leaving bloody prints on her fluffy rug. The current of it roars through my body, tensing my legs, and flexing my hips. It sears through my back and my core, before blowing out of my cock like a fire hose.
The backsplash soaks my thighs as I fill her up on a guttural bark, emptying everything from me into her as her sexy sounds turn into demonic tongues. She milks every last drop from me, sinking down into the bed, her knees collapsing, dragging me down with her, my convulsing body crushing hers, our sweaty skin sliding against each other. Even though I’ve always hated body fluids, detested them actually, I would rather be here, covered in our mixed fluids than anywhere else.
Chapter
Thirteen
The shrill tones of my scanner that lays discarded in my jeans on Phoenix’s living room floor break the silence of the night. I bolt upright in her bed, yanking the tangled covers off of us with my sudden movements, waking her.
“Zeph?” She calls out sleepily in the dark, her hand reaching out for me, grazing my arm.
“I’ve gotta go baby. I’m on tonight.” I say, climbing out of her bed, rushing to the front of the apartment for my clothes.
I’m pulling on my pants and stomping painfully into my shoes when she appears at her bedroom door, her naked body covered in a sheer white robe that barely touches her knees. It’s hanging open in the front, and the moonlight through the windows kisses her bare breasts. She looks like an angel sent from Heaven, beckoning me to her.
“I can’t look at you like that right now. I have to go.” I chuckle, fixing my laces and running my hand through my curly hair, trying to fix the obvious post-fuck bed head.
“Mmmm too bad. Because I’m burning up mister firefighter.” She purrs, running her hands down her front, stopping in front of her bare pussy.
The tones are ringing again as I stalk over to her, and wrap my arm around her waist, dragging her against my body. She moans lowly in her throat as I plant a chaste kiss on her pouty lips.
“I’ll be back.”
“Promise?” She breathes, her breath warm and inviting on my face.
“There’s nothing you could do to keep me away now, baby.”
“Good, because I want you.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
The disappointed moan that falls from her pretty mouth makes it really hard to leave, but I must. My brothers count on me to be there for them, to lead them to the heart of the beast. I can’t just leave them to fight the monster that is a raging fire without me. It wouldn’t be right.
Since when have you cared about what’s right?
“Great, you’re back.” I groan as I truck it down her front steps and across the silent street.
My bike is waiting for me where I left her, and the seat is damp with the very early morning dew as I sit on her and turn the key. She fires to life, her engine purring, telling me she’s ready when I am.
“Good girl.” I praise her, stroking my bare hand over the black and red gas tank like she were a lover.
With a kick up of the shifter, a turn of the throttle, and a slow release of the clutch, I pull out onto the street and head towards the address of the call. My team will have my gear ready for me when I arrive. They’re used to me coming from my other “job.”
The parked cars fly by as I race down Market Street, and into the center of the city, dodging late night walkers from the universities that annoyingly stroll down the middle of the streets, most likely intoxicated from the night of partying. Busses slow down and give me the room to split past them, and in minutes I’m headed towards the scraper section of the city, and the filth that lives at ground level below the glass and steel buildings.
Smoke fills the air, and the sky looks an ominous orange between the structures, with black rings that swirl and disappear as they rise amongst the mirrored glass.
The trucks from my company are already on scene but have only just arrived at the chaos. I can hear the air brakes on the ladder truck hiss loudly as I pull up next to it, shutting off the bike and hopping off her, quickly rushing to the back of the truck to grab my shit.
Rubberneckers drive by slowly, watching us prepare beyond the yellow sawhorses being drug across the roads, and onlookers on the sidewalks get in the way with their cell phones out, video recording the flames licking out the front of one of the ultra-modern office buildings. People are yelling and screaming, and glass is shattering from the heat.
“Get all those people back!” I yell to a couple of the apprentices that attend every call with us while they learn the trade. “Behind the barricades and move them back too. If she leaps, she’s coming that way.” I add, waving my hand towards a group of people who are putting themselves in danger just for some stupid content for their social media pages most likely.
