Playing With Fire

“You are so fucking perfect,” he said in a whisper before he took off his own T-shirt and sweatpants before he forced her down on the bed. He climbed on the bed and his naked body hovered over her own. She whimpered when his chest brushed against her hard nipples as he lowered his head to kiss her softly. He then began moving lower on her body, caressing her full breasts, sucking her, circling his tongue around her hard nipple before he went even lower on her torso. His hand found its way down to her pussy and she moaned softly when he stroked her moist cunt. Her moans were getting louder as he got closer and closer to her pussy and she wanted to have him down there so much. “I want to taste you,” he said in a low voice before he buried his head in between her legs. His tongue was caressing her hard clit and his finger was moving in and out of her wetness. And she was writhing under him, moaning and gasping for air. But he was not giving in. He went on fingering her as if his life depended on it and he was getting her closer and closer to the edge. He knew that all too well. He could feel it in the way her muscles were tightening and releasing against his finger.

“Slow down…I’m going to cum!” she cried out.

“Go on…I want you to,” he urged her on but she shook her head.

“No…not yet,” she said as she pushed his finger out of her before she pulled him up. “Now I want to taste you.” She turned him around, getting him under her. She kissed him softly and then lowered herself to his crotch where she took him into her mouth. He exhaled loudly as he felt the warmth of her mouth suddenly engulf him. She slowly moved her mouth up and down his shaft, and he was slowly following her lead, moving his crotch up and down. She was taking him deeper and rolling her tongue on his bulbous head faster bringing him to a point where he knew that he could not hold back. He was not as strong as she was, and he was pretty sure that if she went on, there wouldn’t be much left for her.

“Baby…” he started and she knew exactly what he wanted to say. She looked at him and brought herself back up before she straddled him. He struggled to get the top drawer and pulled it open for her to reach for a condom. He looked up at her as she bit off the edge of the wrapper before she rolled the latex onto his cock. She looked down at him as she lowered herself onto his hard cock. He exhaled loudly and she moaned as she felt herself stretching out to accommodate his girth.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned as she began moving up and down his cock. She was moving slow and he was moving deeper with every smooth soft stroke. He held her waist and began to gently move himself up and down meeting his every downward stroke. She went on fucking him for a few more minutes and he began moving his hips faster, harder. He was claiming her over and over and before long, she collapsed on him and buried her face in his shoulder. Even though she was the one on top, he was the one running the show. And with every stroke, he could feel the spasm inside her hot salty depths.

“Victor…baby…” she moaned as he went on harder and deeper.

“I know…I’m close too,” he rasped.

She was grinding her hips on his crotch and he was slamming his hips into her over and over. It was not long before she cried out as her orgasm took over. She held on to his shoulders as he exploded inside her just seconds after her orgasm started. He thrust into her and she ground her hips as fast as her body could allow her to. She had her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he was holding her tightly as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he ever let go.

“Fuck!” she cried out when he gave her one last thrust.

“Damn, baby…one of these days, you are going to kill me,” Victor said in an exhausted sigh. “But it would be a great way to go,” he added as he pulled out of her letting her collapse next to him.

“Are you complaining?” she asked and he shook her head.

“I would never…never ever.” He cradled her in his arms and kissed her forehead gently. “Now, let me help you with that application…as soon as blood flow in my body is back to normal.”

*****

Macy loved that Victor was finally supporting her choice and his support was a big part of the reason why she did so well in the application. It had only been a few weeks since she took the test, but in three weeks, she already had a reply. And as soon as she saw the envelope, her heart skipped a beat. She had been pacing up and down for almost an hour in the SFFD break room when Victor and Randy walked in.

“The envelope is still sealed,” Randy noted. “What gives?”

She shook her head.

“The captain said it usually takes around six to eight weeks to get a response, but it’s only been three weeks,” Macy started.

“And?” Victor asked shrugging.

“Well, I’m not sure if this means good or bad news,” Macy said and Victor walked up to where she was. He held her close and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Good or bad, you will have to open it anyway,” he said.

“Yeah, what he said,” Randy said nodding. “Just get it over and done with.”

Macy took a long deep breath and nodded before she opened the envelope. She was breathing hard and heavy as she pulled out the letter inside before she began reading it quickly. Her eyes were moving so fast on the document, she was almost sure that she was missing some words. She then looked up at Victor and smiled.

“I got in,” she said in a whisper. “I passed.”

“What?” Victor asked.

“I passed,” Macy said again before he pulled her into his arms.

“So you finally get to quit that damn bus driving job?” Randy asked. Her tone was even more excited than Macy’s and Victor’s voices combined. Macy laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good. Then I’ll get the captain’s scotch… or just something to celebrate,” Randy said as she walked out of the break room leaving Victor and Macy in a tight embrace.

He looked into her eyes and smiled before he kissed her softly.

“Finally,” he said as he looked at her. “I am going to have more of you.”

“In more ways than one,” she whispered.

He pulled her into his arms once again and exhaled loudly.

“God, I love you, Macy Yardling,” he whispered. “I am falling in love with you.”

He pulled back and looked at her.

“I love you too,” she said in a soft voice.

The end.