Page 51 of Last First Date
"Come on my face," I hiss, still jerking him off, using my own saliva to lubricate him.
His eyes widen and he thrusts harder, then finds his release. He ends up hitting mostly my chin and neck, but by the look on his face, he's definitely not disappointed.
"Oh fuck, baby. What has gotten into you tonight?" He's panting like he just finished a race, and his thigh muscles are quivering under my touch.
I stand and pull off my shirt, using it to wipe off the remnants of the blowjob I just gave him. "Well, I'm assuming you. You'll be getting into me as soon as you—"
My voice breaks as I can see his cock already rising again. "Abernathy, did someone slip you a little blue pill or is this just how you operate?"
He's still staring at me like I'm one of the wonders of the world. Sheesh. I should really save blowjobs for a special occasion if I'm going to be able to get this kind of mileage out of it. I slide my shirt back on and let my hair back down.
"Let's get out of here and then I'll let you answer that question on your own." He reaches for his pants, struggling to fasten the over his new erection. Finally, he gives up and just untucks his shirt, wrapping his jacket around one arm and pulling me toward the door quickly.
"Don't we need to clean up or something?"
He's pulling me toward his car again, hustling me out of there like I've robbed the place. "You only said that you'd lock up. We locked up. And if you're worried about cleaning up, I've got a great two-person shower at my loft."
He groans again as he sits in the low seats of his car. "Now all I can think about is you naked and wet in my shower, and I'm going to die of blue balls by the time we get to my place." He pants out a sharp breath and turns to me, wild-eyed.
"Quick, talk about something really unsexy."
"Is this the Periodic table stuff again? Baseball statistics?" I snort. "Because wouldn't you rather hear how hot and wet I am for you right now? I’m aching for you to touch me." I run a hand slowly down the curve of my breasts and let it reach for my lap.
I moan theatrically, but it seems to work because Abernathy makes a noise that I didn’t think human beings could make. Then he hits the gas and the tires squeal loudly as we’re getting out of there.
We make record time to his place and don't even make it out of the living room before he's inside me again. And this time, he's the one telling me how good it feels, how perfect we are together.
Because we are.
Thomas
Township station isn't anywhere as fun as the main house, but I had to take a transfer after I confessed my love to my lieutenant in public and everything. Double especially after I'd fucked her on every available surface of my home until she screamed my name repeatedly, night after night.
Worth it.
That means today is the first time I'll be seeing some of those main station guys in months. I've missed them. They'd become like a family to me in those early rookie days. But now I've earned my way into a regular position, and I'm not the subject of any more stupid pranks. Most of the guys at township seem like they don't have a sense of humor to begin with, which is why I’m the only one from that station here today.
Millicent von Abernathy is dressed to the nines, as usual. I reach for her and give her a friendly kiss on the cheek, then hand her a bouquet of flowers that I've brought with me. "Oh Thomas, you didn't need to do that." She squeezes my hand and her eyes sparkle at me.
"Please. You don't know how much it means to me that you'd be willing to use this event to support First Impressions." I clear my throat, surprised at how emotional this whole thing is making me. "Those kids deserve a fair chance, and this funding will help give them that opportunity."
Millicent pulls me in for a hug. "I know how much this means to you, and all that says is that you're a damn fine man. I'm so happy that my daughter finally chose someone who's fit to be her match."
I can't help the sappy look I give her. I never dreamed that Darcy's fancy mother would ever deign to accept me, but she does. In fact, she really genuinely seems to care about me, showering me with love and encouragement like I’ve never had before—almost as if she's taken the place of my own absentee mother.
I’ve already told her about my plans for later today, and she’s given me her blessing already. There’s only one more piece of the puzzle that I need to figure out to be as happy as possible.
I glance over at the rest of the room, already teeming with sweaty, half-naked firefighters. But instead of Hesse Kotner and his squirt bottles full of baby oil, this time the photographer is Opal Marie Hopf. Huh. Well I wasn't expecting that.
The other new addition to this year’s calendar photo shoot is the box of puppies that the guys are all fawning over. I mean, it's puppies and hot firefighters. There's no way that we don't make at least twice as much with this shoot as we did last year, and if that’s the case, then I can probably double the number of kids supported by the foundation.
Aunt Opal is giving directions to the men, but it's quite different from when Hesse Kotner was in charge of the photo shoot. First of all, she's taking actual video footage on an old camcorder. And then she keeps trying to get the guys to pose together, touching each other rather than snuggling with the cute puppies. Really weird, right?
Well, I knew things were going to be different this session than last year. Although there's Daniels, shirtless and "accidentally" pouring water down his torso, using the exact same set of tired moves as he did before. He’s shameless.
"Are you getting all this? You'd better save this up and use this video instead of calling the station for those monthly non-emergencies at your place." He rubs the water across his pecs, then runs his fingers through his hair. Then he gives her a look that I assume must be his bedroom eyes, which kind of makes me want to throw up.
"Oh, I'm definitely getting all of this," Aunt Opal croons at Daniels. "What would you say about maybe coming in closer with Abernathy? I heard his voice and I just know the two of you would look—"
