Page 43 of Embers in the Outfield

The moment I feel the blast of flavor hit my taste buds, I moan, closing my eyes and relishing the taste. I skipped lunch due to the endless meetings today, and this feels like the best damn thing I’ve ever eaten.

As I continue to devour the sandwich, River tells me about his last few nights at the firehouse, going through stories about the newest addition to the team, the probie as they refer to him, who seems to be coming into his own. Watching him talk about the people at the firehouse really does depict a family versus a group of co-workers.

The sandwiches at this deli are gigantic, and I’m halfway done with this one. With each bite, I moan as the flavors just keep getting better.

“Fuck, Skipper, keep that up, and you’re only going to get one more bite of that.” River’s body is now so close to me that I feel his breath against the side of my face. Despite my hunger, I feel that tightening in my belly, and my panties are on their way to soaking.

“Maybe that’s my plan,” I say with a mouthful of food, and I know there’s nothing sexy about my response.

“You know it’s a choking hazard to speak with your mouth full, right? I would hate to have to do CPR on you,” he says as he slowly drops kisses down my neck, making my skin break out in goosebumps.

It doesn’t take long for my sandwich to be forgotten, and he’s pulling me down to the floor, consuming me in a kiss that takes my breath away.

“You know,” kiss, “I should,” kiss, “probably let you,” kiss, “finish your,” kiss, “meal.”

Each connection feels like a burn mark on my skin. I begin clawing at his clothes, successfully lifting his shirt over his head, then making quick work of the buckle of his belt. I push his pants down, letting his boxers slide along with them.

Soon, he’s naked in front of me, his erection greeting me at eye level.

He gives himself a few strokes. “You know, Kennedy, I didn’t bring dinner over and a show. You better get undressed because dessert is already on its way.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I start to unbutton my blouse, and then I fiddle with my skirt, pulling the zipper down. Finally, I’m standing in just my lace panty and bra set. Red was the choice of the day today, along with my thigh-high nylons. The moment I start to mess with the buckle of my heel, River protests.

“Absolutely the fuck not, Skipper. Those stay on. Actually, everything stays on below your underwear.”

“Demanding tonight, are we?” I tease.

“Oh, you have no idea. I’ve been deprived of you for too long, and I need this release.” He’s still stroking himself, and it’s mesmerizing.

I make quick work of my bra and panties, tossing them aside, ready to feel him inside me.

River nearly topples me when he pounces forward, pushing me toward the office window. My office has a view of the baseball field. Luckily, no one can see into these offices, but the uptick of my pulse is instant thinking of how dirty this is.

“You ready to scream my name so that everyone knows whose dick you’re riding?” he says into my ear, only making me wetter the more I imagine it.

A hushed “Yes” comes out of my mouth, then I feel him move his dick through my folds. Every touch is enough to drive me wild.

“Fuck. Hold on.” River pulls away slightly, moving toward his pants. He pulls out a condom like he won the lottery and rips it open. The moment he sheathes himself, he’s back to pinning me against the window.

“Good thing you came prepared.” I smile right before he kisses me again.

“Always,” he says right before he lines himself up to me and thrusts in to the hilt.

The moment I feel full with him, I let out a loud moan, entranced by this man that once only got on my nerves. I’m the last one left in the office, so I’m not concerned anyone will hear me.

He begins a punishing pace, and I swear I’m already on the brink of seeing stars. His dick is hitting me in that one spot that makes me wild, and I’m about to jump off that cliff, my climax hitting me faster than I expected.

“That’s it, Skipper, let go. Fucking come for me, Kennedy.” He’s moving fast, like he’s in as much of a rush to orgasm as I am. His movements are confirmation he missed this as much as I did.

The moment I feel my vision return, he’s back to that fast pace, this time seeking his own release. He’s pushing me harder against the window, and I know he’s close.

He buries his face in my neck, his pumps becoming erratic. As much as I know River wants to drag this out, we’ve been deprived of one another for too long. It’s like our bodies crave one another, and for each day we’ve been apart, we make up for it two-fold when we’re together.

It doesn’t take long before he’s yelling, “Shit, I’m coming.” He comes with so much force that I feel another orgasm consume my body as I fall off that cliff with him.

It feels like we’ve just finished running a marathon. The moment he stills, it’s like every part of me is sensitive. His breathon my neck begins to tickle, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes. He takes a little nibble of my earlobe and pulls away, his smile serene.

We move about the room, running over to my en-suite bathroom and cleaning ourselves up. I’m putting my clothes back on, slowly bending over to retrieve my underwear. I look over my shoulder and see River’s eyes on me.

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