Sizzle (St. Martin Family Saga): Emergency Responders (15 page)

Clay ran for the bed and jumped, tackling her. She laughed until he rolled her under him and stared at her breasts and the nearly transparent panties. The wet-in-the-crotch panties.

He growled.

And the dog answered back.

Clay growled again, Eve laughed, and he dropped to the mattress next to her. She stroked his chest, calling out, “Cookie, sweetie, go to sleep. The master is busy mastering someone else.”

Clay went breathless.

She slid her panties off and straddled him. Her hands pulled at his buckle and undid his pants as he lifted his hips so she could slide them down. His erection was clearly visible in the tight gray shorts he wore, and she grazed it with her fingers before cupping it with her palm. She followed the length of it and discovered the head peeking from the left leg of his shorts. Her eyes grew enormous, her mouth opened, and her chest rose on a gasping breath. She squeezed the tip and rubbed through the moisture that had collected there.

He groaned. “Eve, I’m so hard I’ll explode all over you if you keep it up.

“Promises promises, lover.” She lifted the waistband of his shorts in one hand and pulled him free with the other. She placed both of her hands on him and pumped. A moan escaped his throat but when her head went down and her tongue licked the crown and then up and down on the shaft, he had to stifle a bellow. She licked until he was well lubricated, and then she fisted his length in her hands and placed her mouth over him. Her mouth concentrated on his engorged head while her tongue cradled the underside. Her hands stroked him, pulling and stretching as her mouth cloaked him in ecstasy. The repetitive hypnotic motion on his glans had him aching and unable to hold back sighs and groans.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

When he spoke dirty and petted her head, she doubled down.

God, how he wanted to take control of her head and use his large hands to force her mouth to fuck him as he thrust violently into her, but he couldn’t do that. Instead, he kept talking and once he started, he couldn’t stop.

“Mmm, that’s it. Fuck that big cock with your hot mouth.”

His hand slid up the back of her thigh, and he kneaded her ass and then slapped her gently. Her moans vibrated against his cock, and she sucked harder. Yeah, his girl liked his hand on her ass. Thank God she liked it, because he loved spanking her, speaking dirty to her, fucking her.

He smoothed over the sting and moved to the other side to rub and then slap. He did it again and then again and rubbed a finger through her sex. She was dripping. And she was so hot.

He wanted to continue, but he needed her to tell him she desired it, and there was no way he was going to interrupt her mouth on him for questions. She’d worked him into a preclimactic state with her devoted touch, and he was about to blow like a volcano.

“Eve, I’m going to come. Can I do it in your mouth?”

“Mmm.” She groaned around his cock.

He took the sound as a yes. God, he wanted to grip his cock and shoot himself into her mouth, but he’d let her have this one. He let go and watched her eyes grow wide as he came in her mouth and her fist milked his dick. When he was finished, she sat up, facing him and licked her lips.

“You taste like melted butter.”

Had she never tasted anyone? “Did you swallow before?”

“No, he thought it was gross. He didn’t do it to me either.”

“Fucking idiot.”

She straddled him and sizzled with seduction, all the more alluring because she didn’t know she did it.

“Do you like it when I slap your ass?” He was massaging two fingers between her sopping wet lips, but he stopped when he didn’t get a response. “Eve, answer me: do you like it?”

Her gaze tuned to his, her eyes narrowed to pencil points.

“You’re soaking, so your body is talking to me. But I need to hear you say it.”

Her blush started high in her cheeks and slowly spread down her neck and chest. “I like it.”

“I’m asking because it’s me hitting you, and I don’t wa—”

“No, it isn’t anything like that. It’s different. I didn’t even think of it like that. To tell you the truth, when you’re controlling me with your words and your body, it takes me to a place where I don’t have to think, where I just rely on sensation and feeling. I quite like that.”

He’d noticed that too, that she turned into a sooty-eyed siren whenever he talked dirty to her or directed her, and it drove him wild. Clay understood that surrender could be an important part of a woman’s sexual response, and he suspected she needed to give up control in order to give herself permission to feel sexual. He just needed her to understand why.

“Will you do it again?” she asked.

“Do what?”

Her chin sank to her chest, and a shy smile spread across her face. “Spank me.”

Holy shit! She wasn’t quite ready for it, not for all of it, but if he shut her down, he knew she would regress. “Baby, I can’t think of anything I want to do more.”

She maneuvered herself onto her knees in front of him and lowered her chest to the bed. He could see a little bit of color from where he’d slapped before. Viewing all of her secrets had his erection in a painful state, and his already burgeoning cock became irritated and dark. He loved looking at her in this position, and he knew he’d submit to her desire to be spanked. He would just have to control himself. Still, he worried, because he didn’t usually have to focus on keeping himself in check.

He swallowed back the knot in his throat. “Eve, if it becomes too much, I want you to tell me to stop, okay?”

“Mmm, Okay.” She sounded deep in bliss as she preened for him.

Game on. He would just do a few light taps and ease into her from behind. Shit! Just imagining what he was going to do had him bucking toward her. He rested his hands lightly on her warm ass and kneaded, alternating between squeezing and rubbing. He tapped her with a cupped hand that made a nice smacking sound but didn’t pack much sting. He did the same to her other ass cheek and then he picked up again with the massage. He repeated the pattern several more times and when he swatted her, the contractions from her muscles made her ass jiggle, which in turn caused him to groan and grasp his cock roughly. He slid two fingers between her glistening lips and into her tight passage, and she moaned. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want all of you inside of me.”

Thank God—he didn’t think he could wait any longer. He was throbbing and tight, and his legs were shaking. He eased into her at a pace that was comfortable for her. When she accommodated his size and was well lubricated, he slowly increased the speed of his strokes until his balls were smacking her ass. With every thrust, every smack, her cunt tightened on his cock, squeezing hard. He leaned over her and slid his hands up to cup her breasts, and he heard her groaning whisper.

“Clay, tell me how you’ll keep me safe.”

He stopped and pulled out so he could turn her. He caged her beneath him while his weight rested next to her just enough that she could feel the safety of his body against her skin. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, her lips.

“Eve, as long as I have breath in me, I will kill to keep you safe. I will give my life for you if it ever comes to that. Beyond that, you’ll be kept safe by provisions I’ll set in place for you in the event I’m no longer here with you. And most of all, you’ll have the protection of my brothers. No one will ever lay hands on you again except in love.”

He slid into her wet heat and continued to chant into her ear all the ways he would protect her, and in that moment there in his bed, having vanilla sex, he knew she would be forever imprinted on his memory, his body, his skin, and his spirit. He was so tied up in her now that he would need her in order to survive. She grounded him and slaked his intense hunger and thirst. With her he didn’t have to hold back his ferocity during sex. During lovemaking. She was able to take all of him, and he knew she needed him, all of him. She wanted everything he offered. Like him, she wanted it all.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted with every pump he gave her. Her hands gripped the sheets, and when she set her eyes on him, they were large discs of dark liquid pewter. Her back bowed and her nipples were thrust skyward, and he went in for a taste, using his teeth to delicately pull the pebbles to their full length. When he lightly bit one between his front teeth, she called out, “I’m going to come.”

“Together, okay? You’ll wait for me.” He pulled her legs over his shoulders and clasped her waist to pull her into his thrusts. As he watched her breasts bounce with each strike, his body trembled and his balls tightened. When it was clear she couldn’t hold on any longer, he told her to let go. The gripping walls of her cunt drew thick ropes of seed from his cock, and he filled her while she thrashed beneath him.

They held on to one another as their bodies stilled and quieted. He loved her collarbone, hated that the delicate frame had been broken. It had become one of his favorite spots and as he waited on her to come around, he rained feather kisses along its length. She moaned, and when he withdrew from her warmth, drops of his cum dripped from within her. Clay knew it was crazy obsessive, but he wanted her to stay like that always, marked by his possession.

13

T
he next day
Clay and Eve focused on completing the paperwork for her divorce. Once she finished it, they overnighted it to the address of the motel where Augie would be staying. All along the Gulf, cities were involved in cleanup. Clay was no longer on call twenty-four hours a day. Over the past few weeks, Keith had shown great leadership and promise as a firefighter. So much so that he was no longer made to wear the maid costume. Things were humming along and since his fire-safety business wouldn’t be in great demand during this time, he had some time off and decided they should get away. He thought it would help get Eve’s mind off her soon-to-be ex and her sister, so he rented a secluded beach house on the white sandy shores of the Florida Panhandle.

When he told her his plan, Eve bubbled with excitement.

“Oh my God, really?” She ran to him and slung her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck before slamming his mouth with a huge, wet kiss. “I can’t believe it. I’ve never been anywhere. When I took the bus from Montreal here, I wished I could have seen more of the coast, but we didn’t see any beach because we went straight down until we hit Louisiana.”

She leaned in and sensually took his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it between her teeth and lapping against it with her tongue. She was easier to please than any woman Clay’d ever met. She’d lost everything, yet she always seemed so content, even when folding laundry or washing the dishes. She’d click away on his laptop at night, working on her blog. It was an ingenious idea and all hers, his little proprietor. She was super successful and brilliant.

That afternoon he sat on the couch with her in his arms. For a woman, she was low maintenance. She hadn’t even gone to get clothes or make-up or whatever the hell it was women needed. She just made do with what he had around the house. She had means of her own but seemed to be content hanging around the house and station with him and working from his home. He loved having her around, but wondered if it would always be like this.

He pulled back so he could search her eyes. “Hey, tell me why you’re always so happy, why you like staying here, sweeping my floors and cooking my dinner.”

She leaned in and kissed his nose. “It’s because I love you, you fool.”

His head went back to accommodate his laughter, and it wasn’t long before she was laughing with him. “You haven’t gone to shop for clothes or anything else, except eggs, which you actually pilfered.”

“I didn’t pilfer them. The chickens offered them in exchange for a safe and cozy habitat.”

He nuzzled her ear. “Oh, is that it? So will it always be this way? Where did you see yourself at twenty-three? With your success you could go anywhere. Some big city—New York or L.A.”

She turned in his arms, placing her knees on either side of him. “Up until recently, I hadn’t made any plans other than to escape from Montreal.” Her lips formed a pout. “I don’t like big cities; I’m a country girl. Are you already trying to get rid of me?”

He shook his head and kissed her lips. “Never.”

She smiled. “I guess I don’t really know what the future holds, but I know I want you to be there.”

That was all he needed to hear. She leaned in, and her lips grazed along his jaw.

“Tomorrow morning I’ll wake you early and we’ll make our way to Florida. We can stop on the way and do a little shopping.”

She cooed against him. “Sounds wonderful lover.”

*

It didn’t take them long to pack since Eve didn’t have much of anything and Clay always had to have a bag at the ready for emergencies. They left Cookie with Keith at the station and jumped into his truck to head east. When Eve found the entire Beatles Anthology on his iPod, she squealed and turned it up. She knew the words to every song and they sang along. How long had it been since he’d done that? Had to be when he was in his teens.

They were driving through Slidell, just north of New Orleans. Since he’d started at the fire department, he’d seen entire cities fall apart as infrastructures broke down due to storms, power outages, lack of communication, and inability to access emergency services. As a first responder he got to a scene before any cleanup took place. Accidents were one thing, but it was the shit that was done deliberately that scared him. During hurricane Katrina he’d seen what people could do when they were desperate and irrational—as he’d stood on the Danziger Bridge, he hadn’t recognized the human race. He’d taken the job as a firefighter just out of college and thirteen years later, it had taken a toll on him. He’d thought about maybe hanging up his hose and just focusing on his fire safety business. As he thought about Eve and their future together, retirement made a lot of sense.

When they hit Alabama, he saw signs for an outlet mall and followed them. He pulled in to the parking lot. “Do you want to get some clothes?”

She cocked her head at him. “You know I don’t actually have any money on me, right? My credit card still hasn’t come yet, and I’m having trouble with the bank too.”

He cut the engine. “Let me take care of you.” He placed his palm on her cheek, leaned over and kissed her, then grinned at her before they went inside. They quickly bought a dress and some shorts and tees and were on their way to find shoes. Clay was delighted that she was decisive and quick when making selections. He stopped in front of a shop and gestured with his bag-laden fist toward the window. “Hey, don’t you need some of this stuff?” He needed her to need it.

Her eyes popped from her sockets when she saw the lingerie in the window.

“Um, that stuff’s not functional for everyday use.” Her face was redder than he’d ever seen it.

He held the door open. “We’re going in.”

A saleswoman approached, but Clay dismissed her since he could see his baby girl was going to combust with embarrassment. He just started pulling out things he liked.

Eve whispered, “Clay, my ass will never fit in these things.”

He lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head. “These garments are not fine enough to grace your ass, but they’re a start. Come.” He took them to a dressing room and had her try on several cheeky panties and thongs, asking her to turn and pivot and even bend over. Smiling, he assured her that she looked great, and she started to uncoil and get into her role as his seductress.

“God, you fill them out perfectly.”

The last thing she tried on floored him. Since they were purchasing the garments—all of them—he made her try on a skimpy thong and bra that barely contained her,
his,
assets. The bra didn’t cover her nipples and the thong was hardly anything and what was there was sheer. He pulled her up next to him so he could whisper in her ear.

“We aren’t going to make it to Florida without stopping at the next hotel we see. You’ve made me painfully hard, and I’m leaking into my shorts.” He pulled the tags from the matched set she was wearing and gathered up the other items. “Get dressed; meet me at the door.”

He went to pay for the lingerie, and the clerk who had approached Eve earlier wrapped up the purchases. When she got to the tags with no clothes attached, she said, “So I take it you liked what you saw.” Her brow arched as her eyes slid down his neck and across his chest and arms and then traveled further south.

He thanked God for the counter that hid the aching hard-on that Eve had put there. “In thirty-five years, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as my girl in lingerie.”

He heard the rustle of bags next to him and turned to see his beauty with her face aflame. He relieved her of the bags that weighed her down and unfolded his arm to her. She sidled up to him like she’d been his for ten years, and he loved that, liked that she knew she belonged with him. Loved knowing that she was his. His girl didn’t play games, she was honest and open.

He kissed the top of her head, and she yawned. “Hey, sleepyhead, don’t get tired on me. We’ve still got to get shoes and sunglasses, maybe a funny straw hat.”

She smiled up at him and playfully swatted at his chest.

They left the store, and he carried the bags in front of his boner. They shared an orange smoothie and while they were seated next to each other, he started when he felt Eve’s hand grip him. He’d been hard since her fashion show, and the thought of what she wore under her tank and shorts prevented him from softening any at all. He turned in her direction, stunned at the touch she was giving him in such a public place. No one could see, but he had no idea his girl was an exhibitionist. She closed the gap between them and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“I want to take care of you.”

She angled her head to give him access to her ear for his reply. “Here in the smoothie shop?”

“No. I was thinking your truck.”

“Done.” Clay stood and once again collected their purchases. There was a state park where he fished not far from their current position—fifteen minutes, he suspected. He’d drive them there.

Eve sat so close to him that he could feel her warmth through his clothes. He had his hand on her thigh and started to rub the sheer material of her underwear. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“The cashier was flirting with you. I heard what you said to her.”

Was this the part where she turned into a crazy jealous female? He took his eyes from the road and searched her face, her eyes. She was smiling sweetly, no sinister, scheming, jealous female there.

“You… liked it?”

“Who wouldn’t love that! It made me feel pretty and wanted and totally yours.”

“You are all of those things.”

She rubbed his thigh. “When you park us, I’m going to show you how much you mean to me.”

Clay pushed the accelerator to the floor and prayed he wouldn’t get pulled over.

He drove into the park up to the water’s edge and did a quick check around. They were alone. He slid them over to the passenger’s side of the large truck and pushed the seat as far back as possible. Eve knelt between his legs, and he stripped off her shirt as she slid out of her shorts. Her tits spilled over the top of the sheer bra. The flimsy string holding together her thong was killing him, and so he grabbed it, snapped it, and slid the pieces through the fleshy lips of her cunt.

She gasped and looked down. “Hey, those were brand new.”

Clay held them in his white-knuckled grip. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a case of them if you like.”

She bit her lower lip as her hands pulled his belt free of his pants and started in on his zipper.

“It’s okay. I like it when you don’t hold back.”

She didn’t know what she was saying; if he didn’t keep in check, he’d break her.

No, he refused to think like that and pushed the thoughts deep back into his mind. It was easy when her hand snaked into his shorts and beneath his hot flesh to cup his balls.

He watched as she pulled him forward so that his butt hung off the seat, and then she mounted him and spread her legs right before his eyes, giving him a shot of her gorgeous pink flesh. Her legs rested on each side of his hips, & she placed her hands, with most of her weight, behind her on his thighs. He could see all of her, including the tightly coiled ring of muscle that he’d love to fuck but knew would require more time and trust. She watched him watching her and slid her index and middle fingers down to her lips to spread them to reveal her cotton-candy pink center. He growled, surprising himself with the sound of a feral animal. He was dying for a taste, but he was determined to let her lead. Yet, when she started to masturbate right before his eyes, he was gone—his cock started weeping and his fingers were sucked in to her channel, first one, then two. He maintained a rhythm that was slow and steady as she massaged herself to orgasm.

After she climaxed, she placed her hands behind her again and used her leverage on his thighs to thrust her hips forward so that her heat rested on his balls. “Feed me your cock.”

At her words, his cock twitched. Her eyes had gone liquid pewter again. He lifted his warm shaft and placed the tip at her entrance while she opened herself with her fingers. When she was satisfied, she removed her fingers and took him in slowly. He watched as her juicy cunt swallowed him up and was astonished at how her little body took all of him, as if she’d been made to fit him. She used her hips to ride him and pulled back all the way to the tip before sliding forward to swallow him again. She moaned and grunted with her efforts. When he thought she’d taken him to the root, she pivoted her hips forward and he sank in at least a half inch deeper. In this position, he could see how full he stuffed her—she was completely impaled and at his mercy. She moved like she was bewitched and her eyes never left his; back and forth, the hypnotic movement of her hips and her mewling had him ready to blow.

“I’m going to come, baby, but I’ll wait for you.”

He massaged her clit, and they exploded together in his truck that smelled of sex and sweat and rain. Clay no longer needed air to breathe because he was swimming in a sea of her scent. Nothing else existed, no sights or sounds. There was only the rubbing of her flesh against his cock and him pouring himself out into her heat.