“Are you sure? I feel terrible eating and not staying to help clean up. We give the rookies hell for not cleaning after mealtime down at the station, excuse my French.”
My mother laughed. “Charles used to tell me all the time about the antics that went on down at the firehouse. You get out of here. Have a good night.”
She moved around the table, kissed my cheek, and patted me on the shoulder. She gave me one final look that I couldn’t quite read before heading for the kitchen. Or maybe, I didn’t want to read it.
“I’ll follow you to your place,” Don said as we headed toward the front door.
I nodded because it felt too difficult to form words.
“Ms. Lynne, please make sure the door’s locked,” Don called over his shoulder, and a piece of my insides melted. He wanted to ensure my mother’s safety.
I drove home, wondering what I was going to do about all of this.
Don
“Are you sure you’re all right?” I asked as soon as Jocelyn’s door closed behind me. “You were quiet a dinner.”
I pressed her body against the door, bracketed her in with my palms braced against it and stared down into her eyes, drowning in them and feeling as if I’d gladly surrender to their undertow. Somewhere along the line, I concluded that I was falling in love with Jocelyn. It was confirmed when that thought alone didn’t freak me the fuck out.
After a minute of silence, she said, “I’m fine. Long day at work.”
I pulled back, knowing she wasn’t being completely upfront.
“Look, don’t be pissed. I know I should’ve mentioned that I was going there to speak with Corey, but it was a spur of the moment decision. I’m sick of leaving voicemails that go unreturned. Besides, this relationship between usis too important to leave on a voicemail. He deserves to hear it directly from me.”
I dipped my head and kissed her. At first, there was the slightest amount of resistance. When I started to let up, she gave in to the kiss. I sighed in relief and sagged my body weight against hers, needing to feel her pressed against me.
She moaned, and everything inside me electrified. Her hands firmly gripped my shoulders, and the rush of emotion and tension coursing through me was enough to start a two-alarm fire. I was sure of that.
As phenomenal as that kiss was, I wanted more. Needed more.
Lowering to my knees, I undid her belt and the button securing her jeans before pushing them to the floor. Moving in, I pressed my face against her mound covered by the fabric of her panties and inhaled deeply.
I couldn’t even begin to describe the exact scent that filled my nostrils. It was something fruity, spicy, and utterly Jocelyn. I relished her unique scent every time I was in that position.
“God, you smell like heaven.”
She laughed. “Heaven, though?”
Grinning, I nodded and inhaled again. “My version of heaven, baby. And coconuts.”
I kissed her mound before lowering her panties. I yanked the pants leg of one side of her jeans and panties away from her and tossed her bare leg over my shoulder. From that position, I inhaled her even more before covering her wetness with my mouth.
She groaned loudly. The sound made me even hungrier for her. The more I devoured her, the wetter she became and the more emphatic the noises coming from the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Don,” she screamed, and I nearly came in my jeans. My name in her mouth while in the throes of passion was a sound that short-circuited my brain.
Before I even had time to recover and hold it together, she was coming. Her entire body shuddered. I felt torn between pulling back to watch her body pulse or keep going to ring out another orgasm from her.
In the end, I chose the latter and was paid in spades for my astute decision-making skills.
She came another two times as I held her against her door, calling my name and then begging for me to stop. Only when I heard the weakness in her voice and the uncontrollable panting did I let up. Yet, I was hungry for more.
“I thinkyou tried to suck my soul out of my vagina,” Jocelyn said as we lay in her bed, completely naked. Her eyelids were half-closed, her lips swollen from the multiple kisses I’d given her.
I lay between her legs, naked with my chin resting against her abdomen. We’d gone two rounds after I let her recover from the way I ate her pussy in the entryway. But as she brushed her fingers through my hair, staring down at me, I knew I could go another round, at least.
She made me greedy.
