“That’s cruel, talking about you in my bed and then pushing me out the door to work. Such a slave driver you are, woman.” Seeing a cheeky smirk on his face always fills me with that warm fuzzy feeling.
“Well, someone has to pay the bills while I live this life of luxury of not having to work.” I laugh because we both know I would give anything to be back working again. The more time I’ve spent visiting Sully and the crew at Dad’s station, the greater my desire is to be back on a ladder truck and rushing off to a job. But there’s still that mental block about my Rochester crew and firehouse.
Last week, Sully and I had a serious talk about what I would need to do to transfer my qualifications to Boston, if I choose to move back home and continue being a firefighter. Ialso confessed to him the fear that I’ve lost my nerve. That I don’t know if I’m confident enough to lead my own crew as a lieutenant anymore. How I feel my gut instinct let me down in that fire because I didn’t see the signs I should’ve. I told him about the report on the fire and the mystery surrounding how the ceiling came down on me. We ran through my thoughts on some of the possibilities, but it’s not helping because it’s just me speculating, and that’s not going to get me anywhere.
Sitting with Sully inside Station 27, I feel my dad’s spirit every time I visit. So just talking it through here with Sully, I felt that father energy I crave coming from Sully too. It’s almost like my dad is making himself known by channeling himself through Sully, one of his best friends. It makes me feel close to a father I never got to meet but have always felt everywhere around me.
Just talking firefighter to firefighter with Sully helped a lot, because he understands the deep passion we all feel about our career. It’s what drives us to get through every shift and put our lives on the line for others. After spending time with Sully, I walked out of the firehouse that day, knowing for certain that I’m not ready to stop being a firefighter. Now I just need to work out the best way to make that happen.
“I think I need to teach you how to run the bar, and I’ll stay home instead. That sounds like an awesome plan.” Landon kisses me on the cheek and gives me one last tight hug. We try not to be too affectionate in front of the boys, keeping our kisses very PG-rated, but it doesn’t always work.
Landon gathers up his wallet, phone, and keys off the kitchen counter, pushing them into his pants pockets. Then he grabs me by the hand and starts dragging me in a hurry down the hallway, my feet almost running to keep up with his large strides. As soon as we’re in the hallway and out of view of the kids, he pushes me up against the wall and kisses the hell out of me. Our lips clashing, he pins my arms above my head and pushes his pelvisagainst mine. Rubbing up and down a few times with just the right amount of pressure lets me know that he’s hard and horny as fuck, and that’s the real reason he doesn’t want to go to work. This sexual flirting is the game we play, and it’s even hotter when we take these stolen moments. It gives us both the anticipation of what tonight is going to bring. Pulling back from my mouth, Landon nibbles on my ear, and I can feel my legs turning to jelly underneath me.
“I want you on your knees so fucking bad,” he growls in my ear, and a little whimper escapes my lips.
“To do what?” I whisper, feigning innocence to get the reaction I want.
“Sounds like you need reminding how much I love your wicked mouth on my cock, sucking me with your pure perfection.” Grasping both my wrists together in one of his large hands, he drops his other hand in between our bodies until his fingers are right on top of my pussy, stroking me in a way that has me trying not to moan out loud. But there’s nothing I can do to stop the panting coming from my mouth, my breathing getting faster the more he works me over. “While I’m standing above you, watching your pretty little fingers play with that sexy pussy I love so much, making it all wet and ready for me to lay you out and lavishly feast on you. Until I’m ready to fucking take you how I’ve been picturing all day. On all fours, ass in the air on the edge of our bed, hanging onto the blankets for dear life as I pound in and out of you. I’ll come so deep inside you, making you so full that I can stand back when I’m finished and watch my come slowly dripping out of your precious, tight little pussy. Admiring how it’s been well and truly stretched by me, in the best form of pleasure.”
“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” I whisper each word on my panting breaths. Almost to the point I’m about to come in my panties. I pull myself out of the erotic fog Landon has me in, just enoughto tug my arms from his grasp, and I push him off me with urgency. Clasping my hand firmly over his hard cock, I’d bet it’s leaking inside his boxer briefs, where it’s trapped in his black work pants. “How long have you got before you’re running late?” I ask frantically as I gaze into his dark lust-filled eyes.
Landon looks briefly at his watch and then his wicked grin tells me the answer.
“Felix, I’m just running next door to get something from Mom’s place. Won’t be too long,” I shout toward the family room where he’s playing with the boys.
“Okay,” he calls back to me.
Grabbing Landon by the hand, I rush into our bedroom, straight into our en-suite, and carefully close the door as quietly as I can, clicking the lock firmly into place.
“You’ve got seven minutes,” Landon growls at me as I drop to the tiled floor, my hands on his pants and getting them undone as fast as possible.
“I only need five,” I declare as I take his dripping cock to the back of my throat, and he almost doubles over, trying to hold in the words he wants to scream out loud from the rush of satisfaction racing through him.
“Push those fucking leggings down, I want to seemywet pussy,” Landon demands in the way that has me quivering when he emphasizes his ownership of my body during these most beautiful, pleasurable moments between us. I don’t even need him to say another word because I know what he wants me to do to myself.
Swiping my fingers up my wet slit, I rub my index finger so hard over my clit that it has me rocking my body back and forth, like I’m being fucked, while devouring his cock. I’m so worked up that I explode over my fingers within seconds, moaning around his engorged head as I lavish my tongue around his sensitive tip. It’s enough to make him blow without warning, andhe comes down my throat. Landon struggles to hold back from thrusting deeply in and out of my mouth as his body pulsates while he unloads every drop into my throat. I enjoy swallowing, knowing I caused him to lose it so easily.
I’m about to lick him clean like I usually love to do, but he pulls his cock from my mouth before I can start. He slips his hands under my armpits and lifts me up. He places my fingers in his mouth and sucks every bit of my orgasm from them. And just when I thought he was finished, he lifts me onto the bathroom vanity, pulls my leggings the rest of the way down my legs to my ankles, pushes my knees apart, and runs his tongue through my wet pussy.
“Landon!” I hiss at the intensity of his touch on my already heightened skin.
“Mmmm.” He stands back up, his mouth glistening with my juices all over his lips and beard. “That should get me through the next few hours, until I’m home again and can revisit that pussy.”
“Oh my God, when you’re horny as hell, your dirty talk is next-level. How the hell am I going to be able to look your kids and Felix in the face and not feel guilty for giving their father and boss a blow job in the bathroom?” I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“Do what you said you were doing. Go to your mom’s house and take ten minutes to give that beautiful orgasmic glow you’re wearing right now time to calm down and disappear completely off your face. They’ll have no idea what’s gone on in here. Plus, your mom isn’t home, so you don’t have to explain why you’re there.” Landon looks at me with a grin, the flash of heat from a few seconds ago still in his eyes, letting me know how pleased with himself he is. “Or if you’re still struggling with that horny heat that’s currently roaming your body, call me as soon as I’m in the car driving, and I’ll happily talk you through another hot-as-fuck orgasm. This time you can scream my name as loud as you like.” He leans in and kisses me in a way that tells me he’s going to be battling his unsatisfied hunger all night, and meanwhile, all I can taste is my pleasure on his lips.
Again, I’m gasping for air. Landon stands, moves down the vanity to the sink, turns on the tap, and washes his face with some soap. “Can’t have the men in the bar smelling your pussy on me all night.” He winks at me as I gasp.
“Landon, you can’t say shit like that.” I pretend to be alarmed, then flash him a cute grin because on the inside, I’m loving every filthy word, and he knows it.
“I can, and I will,” he says as he lifts me from the counter, pulls up my leggings, then tucks his cock back into his pants, zipping up and looking all polished in his work clothes, as though nothing happened. “Now, let’s move, before I’m unable to restrain myself any longer and have to message Adrian that I’m not working tonight because I’m too busy fucking you.”
“So bossy.” I drag my hand over his semi-hard cock as I walk quickly past him, unlock the door from the en-suite, and we quietly escape the bedroom, down the hallway and into the garage. Kissing him goodbye, I swear I can still taste myself on him but don’t say a word about it, and then I’m off walking quickly next door. Opening Mom’s front door with the code, I step inside, close it again, and then lean my back against the door. Closing my eyes, I take a long deep breath.
As I open them again on my exhale, I ask myself, “What the actual fuck was that?” as my body starts to come down from its frantic high.
“Some days, I love my life. Holy shit, I definitely need more days like today,” I murmur to myself with a stupid grin plastered across my face.
