Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story (13 page)

             
“Let’s go.”  He said, standing and holding out his hand for her.

             
“No.  Safe word.”  She stuttered.  The sign said, that would stop all acts right there immediately.  So why in the hell was he smiling again?

             
“Let’s go.”  He repeated, smiling widely.

             
She watched him for a second, realizing what he was trying to do.  It wasn’t going to happen.  She didn’t care at this point.  She would not be something she wasn’t, even if he wanted her to be.

             
“I said no.”  She said firmly.  Even though at this point, she knew what she was saying.  It was over.  She grabbed her purse and stood, turning and walking away from him.  It wasn’t until she felt him grip her arm that found out how serious he was.

             
He didn’t say anything as he pulled her in the opposite direction of the exit door.  She was glad it was in the direction of Drew and Crystal. 

             
“Thanks for the band.  You’ll make sure she gets home okay?”

             
“Yeah.”  Drew said.

             
Then Colby was leading her in the direction she had intended on going in the first place.

             
“Where are you taking me?”

             
“Home.” 

             
It was one word.  That was it.  She waited for him to say something else, but he hadn’t.  The drive home was just as silent.  The walk into the building was the same.  It wasn’t until she reached her door that he reacted.

Chapter Thirteen

-Colby-

             
Jesus Christ!  He couldn’t ever remember being so fucking turned on in his entire life.  He couldn’t wait to get her home and touch her, taste her, and bury his cock as deep as he could. Knowing that she wasn’t into that life style was exactly what he needed.  He didn’t know that it would turn him on like it had.  He couldn’t even talk to her.   He was afraid he would lose himself and fuck her right there in the truck. 

             
And then when she had gotten out of his truck and began marching into the building, no doubt pissed off, that even turned him on more.  He had to pace himself when he watched her twiddle with trembling fingers to get the damn key in the knob to unlock her door.

             
She walked through the door, leaving it wide open.  He smiled, yep, he was invited.  Whether she wanted him to be or not didn’t matter, she was his. 

             
If his cock wasn’t hard enough, it sure in the hell was when he watched Bianca grab a hold of her shirt and pull it off, dropping it to the floor.  Her fingers fumbled with her bra and then it lay only a few feet away as she continued to march her ass into her bedroom.

             
Just where he wanted her, he thought, then her door slammed.  Again he smiled, his cock throbbed, he loved a good challenge.

             
He walked to the door and gripped the knob.  He was surprised to find she hadn’t locked it at all.  He entered, finding her laying in bed on her side, comforter pulled up to her neck as if she were going to sleep.  But then, her jeans lay to one side of the room and about four feet away were her panties.

             
He began removing his clothing as his mouth went to work.  “We are going to talk about this.”

             
“No.  What’s there to talk about?  You apparently like kink, I don’t.  There can never be anything between us.” 

             
He didn’t like the tone in her voice.  No, he hated the tone in her voice.  It was empty.  But what was worse was the sniffle that followed. 

             
“Please leave.”  She whispered.

             
Like hell he would.  When he was as naked as her, he walked to the bed, pulled back the blankets and flipped her to her back.  The look of surprise in her eyes made his cock jump harder than ever before.   

             
Her mouth opened, but he didn’t give her time to say anything.  He crashed his mouth to hers.  She resisted at first, but a few sweeps of his tongue across her lips brought her anger to a halt, and a brief smile to his lips before he thrust his tongue inside.

             
Again he wanted to smile when he heard the faintest of moans escape her lips, but then, he wasn’t about to give her time to rethink anything.  He kept his tongue, his lips moving across hers. 

             
He felt her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to her and he chuckled.  He knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him long.  Now comfortable, and knowing she was in the same place as he, he moved from her mouth, nipping at her jaw.  Teasing her neck, he moved down lower until his mouth was latched on to her nipple.  He sucked and gripped it with his teeth, pulling it and then letting it go with a pop of his mouth.

             
His mouth moved to the other nipple, doing the same as he did to the first.  Elongating her nipples, sucking and teasing while his hand moved lower.  He brushed against the flat of her abdomen before dipping into her juicy folds. 

             
He heard her gasp and his fingers circled her erected nub.  Pressing in, he alternated between hard and soft circles until she was squirming against his hand.

             
He raised his head, keeping his fingers moving, he looked down at her.  Her teeth were clenched down on her lower lip, muffling her cries.  Her eyes were closed.  Her skin was flushed and a gleam of sweat was appearing on her forehead.  She was close.

             
He moved his fingers down, thrusting two inside of her.  His thumb continued to move on her clit while his fingers found her g-spot, pressing in and massaging.  She clenched around his fingers.

             
“Ohhhh…Jesus….Christ…..Yes!”  She cried as he pushed her over the edge. 

             
He moved his thumb, but he kept the steady pressure inside of her, milking every last ounce of orgasm and extending her release.

             
She stilled, smiling up at him. 

             
“I’m sorry.”  He whispered.

             
“You’re forgiven.”  She smiled.

             
“No, seriously, I had no right to act like that with you.”

             
“Wait until my monthly rolls around.  I get extremely hormonal. But then, you’ve already seen me like that.”

             
“When?”

             
“The tree.”  She chuckled.

             
Colby laughed.  Well that explained a lot.  “Well, now that we have that out of the way.  I know what to expect now.  Don’t mess with you or your cat and I can keep my head.”  He smiled.

             
“Pretty much.  Now are we going to keep talking or are you going to keep showing me how sorry you are?”

             
“Yes, Ma’am.”  He said. 

             
“Oh, wait.”  She said.

             
He could see the apprehension in her eyes, he heard it in her voice.  He waited.  Watching her, reading her.

             
“I…want to try something.”

             
And here it goes, he thought.  She had been to that damn club and now she was going to want to try something.  Didn’t she know that he could never hurt her? 

             
“Okay.”  He couldn’t believe he had just said that. 
Son of a bitch! 
Then he saw the excitement in her eyes.  What the hell was she up to?

-Bianca-

             
“Lay on your back.”  She said, moving off the bed and standing beside it, watching as he did as she asked.  She didn’t know where this was coming from, but the inner woman inside of her was telling her, this was right. 

             
“Close your eyes.”  She whispered.

             
He smirked.  “Well, I can tell it’s nothing like I was thinking which both puts me at ease and terrifies the shit out of me at the same time.  What do you have up your sleeve?”

             
“Just close your eyes.  Please.”  She smiled.

             
He slowly closed his eyes and she moved to her dresser.  She pulled out three scarves.  She had never done anything like this in her entire life, but she wanted to try this. 

             
She walked back to the bed, feeling the ball of nerves in her stomach grow.  What if this isn’t what he wants?  What if he thinks she is a freak?  What if…What if….What if….  Her mind tortured her, slowing her movements. 

             
Slowly, she moved on the bed with him, straddling him.  She laid two scarves to the side and then slowly moved the first up his chest, and over his eyes.

             
“Lift your head.”

             
He did, but she could see his hesitation. 

             
“I just want to try this.  If it’s not for us, then okay.  Just thought we could add a little spice.”

             
He smiled then.

             
She tied the scarf tight enough that she was sure he couldn’t see or wriggle it free and then grabbed the next.  She gripped his wrist, tying one end around his wrist and then pulling it tight to the bed post and then repeated the other side.

             
She smiled when his cock twitched against her bottom.  He liked this.  He might be nervous about what she could do to him, but the idea of it was turning him on.

             
“Um…Just let me know if you want to stop.”

             
“Okay.”  He said, smiling.

             
She smoothed her hands over his chest, rubbing him, up and down, in circles.  His nipple sliding between her fingers as she moved around his bare skin.  There was nothing sexual about this.  She had intended on giving him a message, relaxing him, and then riding him.  But her body took over and the next thing she knew, she was grinding herself against him.

             
Her idea of a message flew out the window as she lowered her head and teased his nipples.  Nipping just as he had done to hers, while keeping the steady movement of her hips up. 

             
He thrust his hips up at her with a growl, “Are you trying to kill me?”

             
She chuckled, “No.”  Then she brought her hips back down and impaled herself with him.  She moaned, rising up and down.  She was definitely ready for him.  She could feel her juices flowing around him.

             
Her head fell back as he brought his knees up.  She reached back, holding them for support as she picked up her pace.  Up and down, she took him. 

             
He growled, “Let me go.” 

             
She stopped, untied the scarves from the post.  He reached up pulled off the blindfold and gripped her quickly, flipping her over while keeping his cock buried. 

             
He gripped her knees, pushing them up to her ears.

             
The change in position made her scream out.  He slowed, lowering her legs.

             
“No!  Don’t stop!”  She yelled.

             
He forced her legs up again and began hammering inside of her.

             
She could feel herself about to go over the edge, but she was fighting it.  She wanted to wait for him.

             
“I’m not gonna last.”  He cried.

             
She smiled, letting herself go. She felt her body tremble, twitch and the clench tight just as she felt him spill his seed with one last thrust.

-Colby-

             
Colby rolled to his side, taking her with him, holding her tight as the last waves made their course through his body. 

             
“That was….mm-mm.”

             
“Back at ya, babe.”  He said, catching his breath.

             
Colby had never been tied up like that before.  There was something to say for it though.  It was definitely something he would try to do again.

             
“I’m so tired and….”

             
Colby smiled.  “And what?”  He asked, kissing her forehead.

             
“Hungry.”  Bianca laughed.

             
“Give me a few.”  He chuckled.

             
She slapped his chest, “Not for that.  Food.”

             
“Fine.”  He said teasing, getting out of bed and walking from the room.

             
Inside her fridge, he found a cantaloupe, kiwi, strawberries and can of redi whip.  He smiled.  The cleaned the fruit and sliced it up then carried it all back to the bedroom.  He would let her eat some, but then it was his turn to eat some.

             
He walked into the room and stopped, shaking his head.  The subtle snoring coming from the bed was no doubt the alcohol kicking her ass.  She wasn’t just sleeping, she was passed smooth out.