13. River
CHAPTER 13
River
The light is shining in as a new day warms the room. I blink my eyes open and realize I’m not in my bed. It’s in that moment memories flood my mind of all the things I did with Kennedy. Hours I devoured every inch of her body.
I look over, not seeing her anywhere in her room. I get myself up, taking a few extra seconds to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I had mentally told myself I wasn’t going to spend the night, keeping what we’re doing as casual as possible. But I must have passed out after round four of our sexual escapades.
Once I’m done getting myself semi-presentable, I make my way out of her room and into the kitchen. The moment I get close enough to hear her, her voice carries. She’s singing again, still the worst fucking voice I’ve ever heard, along with the sound of something frying in a pan.
I stand at the entrance to the kitchen and watch her move around, shaking her ass, that fucking hair curler contraption taking over her head, and moving the food along the pan. From what Ashton has told me, Kennedy can’t cook worth shit. It’s cute to see her try though.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say, causing her to yelp at my surprise intrusion.
“Fuck, River. I didn’t hear you!” She scowls as she points the spatula in my direction. From the little pieces of egg flying around, I assume she’s making them scrambled.
I make my way over to her and wrap her up in a hug, pulling her lips to mine. It’s going to take some getting used to that I can show some affection to the person who’s been so prickly since the second I met her.
A soft smile grazes her face as she hums in satisfaction once I pull away.
“Good morning, Riv. How did you sleep?” She gives a cheeky smile in my direction and winks.
“Barely at all, yet I have absolutely zero complaints,” I say as I smack her ass and turn toward the fridge.
It’s then I see a cutout of the newspaper taped on the refrigerator door, with my face plastered on it.
“Fucking hell, no!” I snatch the photo of me in my fire gear, holding a little girl in my arms. This was taken in the middle of the night during my last shift, and I’m beyond irritated to see myself in black and white.
“I never thought a uniform could look so sexy on a man before. Maybe you should wear that one day when you come over,” she says as she turns toward the stove, mixing the eggs a bit more.
“I appreciate the compliment, but I hate having my picture in the paper. Actually, all of us do. Damn it!” Annoyance oozes out of my tone.
“What’s the big deal? I mean, you’re doing something heroic. It’s hot,” she says as she looks my way, grabbing her lower lip. As much as I would love to grab that lip and carry her over my shoulder and have my way with her, I bring my attention back to the picture that’s now in my hand.
“What’s that look for? I mean, it’s just a picture, River.” If she only knew what a hassle it is to be photographed.
“Easy for you to say. Not only will the guys give me shit, I now have to make a batch of brownies before my next shift,” I explain, rubbing the area between my eyes.
The last time my picture was in the paper, multiple copies were put up along the house, that one a lot more incriminating because I was holding a little kid’s doll. The most comical part of it, I was holding it like an actual baby when they snapped the picture. I still find random copies throughout the firehouse just to fuck with me.
“They make you do it? Can’t you get some from the market?”
“No, the guys take food very seriously. Nothing can be store bought. The rule is that if you end up with a picture in the paper or you appear on the news during a shift, you’re in charge of bringing brownies on the next shift you work.
“When I was a probie, I went to the market and picked it up, ready-made, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep before the shift, and they figured it out. The rule is it’s homemade, or you’re making brownies for a month straight. It’s a nightmare.” I roll my eyes as I ball up the photo, toss it into the trash, and open the fridge for a water bottle.
I grab what I need and make my way toward Kennedy, nuzzling her neck and breathing her in. She’s intoxicating, even more so now that I know how my name sounds coming off her lips when she climaxes.
“Hold your horses, big guy. We need sustenance, then we can do what you’ve got in mind.” She giggles as I move my scruff along the sensitive part of her neck.
“Yeah, not sure I can focus if you’ve got those things in your hair. Why does it look different this time? And how long have you been up?” I take a soft bite of her shoulder and move to open a cabinet in search of plates and mugs for coffee.
“Second one to the right,” she juts her chin in that direction, “and I tried something new. It’s a unicorn method. I got up early and had time to put the curler in so it would set before I have to head out. I worked out and showered already,” she continues, as I stare at her in astonishment.
“You did all that while I slept in? You could have at least woken me up before the shower. I wouldn’t have minded joining you,” I say as I find the plates and grab a few utensils.
“No thanks. I’ve seen you after Ashton has woken you up. You’re a bit crabby.” She gives me an eye roll, and I can’t help but take in how beautiful she is, even with the ridiculous contraption on her head.
I decide to ignore the “crabby” comment. “You get up early every day?” I mean, it’s not that late right now, so she must have been up before the sun.
“I usually sleep like shit. Last night, I didn’t sleep poorly, aside from going to bed late due to the endless orgasms, but my body is now used to the early rising schedule. No matter what time I go to bed, it’s like my body is on autopilot.” She’s talking as she’s dividing the eggs on the plate, along with some toast that’s seen better days.
Without commenting on the state of the toast, which looks more burnt than not, I take a seat at her kitchen island.
“Why don’t you sleep well?” I ask as I take a big forkful of eggs and shove them in my mouth. The moment I do, I want to gag. I honestly cannot swallow because this is not edible.
“Not good?” She makes a face, almost like she’s not surprised.
“No, it’s good if I were going for something as salty as the Atlantic. How much salt did you put in there?” I spit the food out and swallow a huge gulp of water.
“Sorry.” She winces and then starts laughing. “You sure you don’t want me to make the brownies for you? They’d be so shitty, they might excuse you from making them for a while.” She beams, even after I just insulted her cooking.
I stand up and pull her into my arms. “You might be onto something, Skipper.”
I grab behind her thighs and hoist her up, her legs locking behind me. I carry her to the couch and make sure the meal I just tried to consume isn’t on either of our minds anymore.
The moment I lay her down on the couch, I open her robe to find she has nothing on underneath. I move toward the weird curler on her head and pull the scrunchies out, slowly pulling the entire thing free. The moment her hair fans out on the cushions, I take in the sight of her.
“You are mesmerizing. Every inch of you, Kennedy. You’re flawless.” My words make her blush, and I push my shorts, along with my boxers, off, and my erection springs free.
Kennedy takes me in with her gaze, licking her lips, then grabbing hold of her bottom lip with her teeth.
“If you keep doing that, I’d guess you want me to fuck your mouth.” I give myself a few strokes, trying to tame the wild thoughts going through my head.
Without another thought, Kennedy is jumping off the couch and kneeling in front of me. She looks at my cock, then brings those beautiful green-gold eyes up to look right at me.
“Your wish is my command,” she says, a devilish smile taking over her face.
I watch her in utter disbelief as she licks her lips again and then, in one single movement, takes my dick all the way into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. The moment I feel the warmth of her mouth consume me, I can’t help the moan I let out. My head falls back. “Fuck, that’s perfection.”
She begins to slowly bob her head, my cock moving in and out of her mouth, her slow strokes driving me crazy. Something comes over me, and I start to take charge, even though she’s the one holding all the control.
I grab her hair and pull it back into a ponytail, looking down and continue watching her suck me off. “That’s it, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
My words spur her on, and she begins to move quicker. Then, I see her hand disappear between her thighs.
“Don’t you dare come yet, Skipper. That’s my job.” She doesn’t protest, but her groan vibrates along my shaft.
I grip her hair a little firmer and begin moving my hips, watching the tears come down her face and the drool drip out of the corners of her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Kennedy. I’m going to come. Fuck, that’s right. You better move, or I’m coming down your throat.” She grips my ass tighter, holding her mouth where it is, letting me thrust into her mouth while I seek my release. Soon, I’m coming down her throat, and I watch as she swallows everything I give her.
My hips slow, and she pulls her mouth off me, licking every last drop that she sees. Fuck, that was hot.
My vision starts to return, and I look down, seeing the flushed skin across her chest.
“How wet are you for me?” I need to see her, all of her.
She sits back up on the couch, opening her legs so I can see her glistening sex.
“Where’s your vibrator?” I ask, needing to have a little more fun.
She seems stunned for a second, then proceeds to tell me it’s in her bedside table.
I run to her room, and the moment I open the drawer, I find it and run back to the living room with it.
“When was the last time you used this?” I ask her as I settle between her legs. She’s still on the couch, and I’m on the ground, her pussy in my direct line of sight.
“Two nights ago.” She’s looking at the vibrator then at me, wondering what I’m planning on doing to her.
“Oh yeah? What did you think about to get off?” I flip the silicone toy on and let the vibration touch her calf and start to move it up her leg. She watches, mesmerized, as my fingers move closer with the dildo in my hand.
“I thought about you,” she says, her eyes now meeting mine. “I thought about how it would feel for it to be your dick instead of that.” She moves her chin slightly toward the dildo that’s inching closer to her center.
I reach the apex of her thighs and let the vibrator graze her clit. She nearly leaps off the couch, her senses heightened after what she just did to me.
“Mmmm, the fun we can have,” I whisper, my breath close to her folds, allowing the air to add to the stimulation she’s feeling.
I let the vibrator move through her wetness, glistening the silicone as I have a little fun. Once I feel it’s lubed enough with her own arousal, I begin to push the head of the cock into her entrance.
We both watch as the dildo disappears inside her, the hum of the vibration hitting her at all the right spots.
She’s on her elbows but lets her head drop back, opening her mouth and moaning loudly, her enjoyment palpable.
“You like that, baby?” I say as I keep moving the dildo in and out of her. As much as I may want to be the one inside her, I prolong that need to heighten the experience for both of us.
“Mmhm” is the only thing she can say while she’s overly stimulated.
I keep pumping the vibrator in and out of her, then bring my mouth to her clit and start sucking hard.
I push her silicone dildo in her and leave it there, letting my tongue play with her clit while her hips move, enjoying the immense stimulation this is causing her.
I feel around the floor for the condom I had brought back from the room and sheathe myself. The moment I feel like she’s close to climaxing, I pull the cock out of her and fill her with my own in one hard thrust.
The moment she realizes what I’ve done, she screams, grabbing the cushions behind her head in hopes it will be enough to hold on. I start to pump in and out of her, the slapping of skin overtaking the room. Our moans begin to increase in volume as we both chase our climax together. We fall off that cliff at the same time, stars shooting into my line of vision, clouding everything as I let my release consume me.
I try not to focus too much on the pull I feel toward this woman. As much as I went into this with no strings attached, I can already tell I’ll be counting the days until we can come together like this again.