Maybe I was a responsible, understated sedan girl after all.
With Daisy loaded up and ready to go, we headed home.
Hound
Mila was practically glowing as I unlocked the door to our apartment and let us in. She carried Daisy inside and I closed and locked the door behind us. I understood exactly what she was beaming about. It felt damn good to be in our own place. With my court fees finally paid off, the money I’d been awarded for pain and suffering after Tobias tried to carve out my kidney, and my steady paycheck from Morse, I was financially sittin’ pretty for the first time in my life.
Being able to contribute had changed my entire outlook on life.
Our apartment had vaulted ceilings, new carpet, fresh paint, and shit like stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. It wasn’t a luxury condo or anything like that, but it was the nicest place I’d ever lived. Shari had loaded me up with recipes and I was stupidly excited about the prospect of cooking meals in my own kitchen.
But first, I needed to christen the room with Mila’s bare ass on the countertop.
Mila set Daisy free to explore her new space, and I trapped Mila in my arms, pressing her against the bar. Brushing a kiss against her lips, I said, “I have something in the kitchen I need your help with.”
Her eyebrows shot up and a smile formed on her lips. “Oh?”
“Yeah. I was thinking about pulling out some andouille sausage for dinner, but I need your opinion on the casing. Should I wrap it up? Or can it go casing free now?”
She laughed, planting a kiss on my neck as she tugged at the hem of my shirt. I took a small step back, so she had enough room to pull the shirt over my head. She tossed it aside, her gaze dropped to my chest, and heat flooded her eyes.
“I’ve heard that the flavor’s a lot more intense without the casing,” she said, playing along. “That the juices really explode on your tongue.”
Damn, she was good. The promise in her eyes and the slow, sensual way she spoke had my cock so hard it chafed against my zipper. Planning for lots of new apartment sex, I’d opted out of boxers this morning to give Mila easy access. We’d already christened the master closet before heading back to the fire station to grab Daisy, but we still had several rooms to go.
I was looking forward to fucking in every one of them.
I tugged Mila’s blouse over her head. “Do you like it when the flavor explodes in your mouth?”
Her fingertips trailed down my chest and abs to the top of my jeans. She undid the button and carefully slid the zipper down, licking her lips when my cock sprung free. “You know, I can’t remember. I should probably try it and refresh my memory.”
Tugging my jeans down with her, she dropped to her knees in front of me and slid my throbbing cock past her plump, lush lips. Wet heat enveloped me, and I hissed out a curse. She licked and sucked, as I did my best to keep from giving her what she wanted. Having been granted permission to ride her bareback, I had other plans for where my flavor would be exploding.
I let her play until I was on the brink and couldn’t take her assault anymore. Then I tugged her to her feet and removed her bra, paying homage to each of her perfect, pink nipples. It was my turn to suck and lick and drive her crazy, and I planned to rise to the challenge with abandon. Removing her leggings and panties, I set her on the bar and massaged her clit, first with my fingers, then with my tongue.
Mila writhed against my mouth. I considered withholding and making her greedy pussy wait for my cock, but she looked so damn gorgeous when she came. Besides, I loved unraveling her, and couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked until she grabbed my head and held me where she wanted me, so she could fuck my face.
When she finished, I gave her a few minutes to recover while I kissed my way back up her body.
“That was…” she breathed deeply, “So good. Doyoulike it when the flavor explodes over your tongue?”
I laughed. “Do I ever.”
“How’s your back?”
“Good.” Since the stabbing, a doctor had reached out to me with a new disk treatment she wanted to try on my spine. I wasn’t optimistic, but I’d agreed to give it a try. So far, the treatments had been increasing my mobility and decreasing the number and intensity of flare ups. I was still in constant pain, but it had leveled out into something I could handle.
Which was super important when I had a naked beauty on my countertop, waiting to be fucked.
“I’m solid.”
She reached down to stroke my cock. “Yeah you are. That’s some quality andouille right there.”
Chuckling, I took her lips with mine and lined myself up at her entrance. I drove home, and Mila moaned into my mouth. Her wet heat enveloped me. I’d never fucked without protection before, and it was a goddamn game changer. I felt everything, every soft, luxurious inch of her channel. Taking a breath, I stilled to give us both a moment to enjoy the sensation.
Flashing me one hell of a wicked grin, Mila squeezed me inside of her.
Stars danced behind my eyes as I tried to keep myself from coming. “Don’t. Squeeze. The. Sausage,” I warned.
