Into The Fire (15 page)

My hands moved her forward and backward,
giving her an extra push. She was lighter than air to me, and
manipulating her like this was second nature. I moved her hard and
fast, and my dick enjoyed the extra flow of moisture. “Come for
me.”

She released a scream that came out quiet in
the beginning then reached a higher pitch. Every sensation she felt
was carried in the sound. She moved her hips harder and sweat
accumulated on her breasts. “Ash…yes.” Her pace decreased as her
orgasm passed. She continued to move as she breathed hard. When the
pleasure was completely gone, she stopped. A dazed look was in her
eyes like she just woke up from a dream. Her nipples were hard and
a darker shade of pink. “Oh god…”

I kissed the corner of her mouth then her
neck. Her sweat was salty but I liked the way it tasted. Seeing her
come hard like that made me want to go next. My hands moved
underneath her thighs and I slipped her up and down my length. My
hips and legs moved with me, allowing me to glide inside her as
deep as possible.

Alessandra moved one hand behind her on my
thigh. She left the other on my shoulder. Then she moved up and
down as fast as she could go. I knew she was giving me everything
she had. She came hard and she wanted me to do the same.

Noises erupted from our slick body parts.
Hearing my dick slide in and out of her was just an extra turn on.
My dick hardened and slightly enlarged as it prepared to release. I
knew what was coming. “Right there…” My hands left her thighs and I
squeezed her tits. I massaged the nipples with my thumbs and felt
myself come undone. “Fuck.” I probably squeezed her harder than I
meant to because it felt so good coming inside her. I released more
than I thought was possible, and my heart almost gave out because
my body was kicked into overdrive. The tenderness emerged after the
orgasm ended, and that felt good too so I wanted to keep going.

Alessandra came to a stop when I was
finished. She was out of breath and covered in sweat. Her hair
stuck to her neck because of all the moisture. “God, I love
you.”

I knew how she meant it so I didn’t freak
out. “I get that a lot.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and
pressed her chest against mine. Her tits were right against me,
sweaty and warm. She pressed her lips to mine, and even those were
covered in sweat. “You’re making me come but giving me a work out
at the same time.”

“I’m the solution to every problem.”

She chuckled. “I don’t care if you’re cocky
anymore. You have every right to be.” She pulled me out of her, and
I winced slightly as my dick came into contact with the cool air.
She lay beside me on the bed, tired and satisfied.

I watched her for a moment, letting the sweat
evaporate from my chest. Then I cuddled beside her even though it
was way too hot for snuggling. My arm hooked around her waist and I
pressed my face into her neck. “Good night.”

She was already asleep.

***

When I noticed another hole in the armpit of
my sleeve, I knew I needed to go shopping. I hated buying new
clothes because that meant I had to go to the store, try everything
on, and then make a decision…a pain in the ass. I’d had the same
clothes for the past four years, and now I came to the inevitable
truth.

I had to go shopping.

When I got off work, I texted Alessandra.
Yo.

Wad up, player?

Did she seriously just send that? Wad up,
player?
Did someone steal your phone?

You always say yo so I wanted to say
something gangsta.

Well…you can’t pull it off so don’t
bother.

Shut your face.

I laughed because I knew she was really
offended.
I need a favor.

Do you really? Well, I’m conveniently
busy.

Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.

Not your baby.

Whatever. Can you help me or not?

Depends…

I need new clothes. I’ve officially grown
out of everything I own.

Ooh…you want me to help you pick stuff
out?

In a nutshell.

I’m so there. Dressing up a gorgeous man in
whatever I want…count me in.

I chuckled.
K. Let’s meet at my
place.

***

We walked through Macy’s and she picked out
t-shirts.

“Macy’s is expensive. Why don’t we go to
Wal-Mart or something?”

“Why do you think your shirts ripped to begin
with?” she asked as she examined a dark blue shirt. “Get something
with quality. It’ll last a lot longer.”

“I guess.”

She handed me a few then headed to the
dressing room. “Try these on.”

“Got it, boss.” I headed into the dressing
room and shut the door.

She came in behind me and took a seat.

“Uh…what are you doing?”

“Watching you try everything on.”

“Won’t we get in trouble for that?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You
sound like a pussy right now.”

I locked the door and glared at her. “Shut
up.”

She pulled down her top and exposed her
cleavage. “Or are you afraid of going to jail again?”

“You’re ornery today…”

She flipped her hair with attitude. “Let’s
start the fashion show.”

I tried on the different t-shirts and they
all fit. But they were a rip off. Hopefully, they would last longer
than my old ones.

“Looking good.” She winked at me.

“Well, I look good in everything.”

She pulled some jeans off the hanger. “Try
these on.”

I snatched them then pulled them on.

“Turn around,” she ordered.

“Geez, you’re bossy.”

“Just do what you’re told and I won’t
be.”

I turned around and presented my rear.

“Your ass looks great in these.”

“Why, thank you.” I turned back around and
undid the button.

Alessandra pulled my hands away then pulled
down the zipper. A sinister look was in her eyes as she pulled the
jeans down my thighs and yanked my boxers down, revealing my thick
cock.

“You know I already went to jail for this
once.”

She licked from the base to the tip.

Now I didn’t give a damn about going to
jail.

“Then be quiet.” She took me into her mouth
and did amazing things.

I gripped her hair and enjoyed it. It was the
first time I actually enjoyed shopping. I’d have to take Alessandra
every time I went.

***

Sawyer dribbled the ball then made the shot.
“Haven’t seen you around much. What have you been doing?”

“You know, taking the streets and breaking
hearts.”

He rolled his eyes. “How’s it going with your
parents?”

“Great. I’ll have that money back in no
time.”

“Wow, that’s an improvement. Whenever you
talk about them, it’s only in a negative way.”

“Well, my escort is perfect. She knows
exactly how to make my parents adore her. Everything is going
according to plan and I’ll be getting that check soon. Then I can
tell my parents to take a hike.”

“Problem solved.”

“Yep.”

He passed me the ball. “Are those new
clothes?”

I looked down at myself. “Are you a girl? Who
notices stuff like that?”

“Well, you’ve been wearing the same shit for
years. And that doesn’t have a hole in it. That’s how I know it’s
new.”

“Whatever.” I made the shot.

“So, this girl I went to high school with is
coming to visit the city. She’s a model now.” He wiggled his
eyebrows.

“Ooh…a hook up?”

“Yep. Whenever she comes into town, we fool
around.”

“Where’s she from?”

“LA.”

“Lucky you. You’ll be busy all weekend.”

“That’s the plan,” he said as he dribbled the
ball. “And you know what the best part is?”

“Huh?”

“She has a model friend.” He wiggled his
eyebrows at me.

“Oh…cool?” Why did I care if she had a
friend?

“Cool?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of
response is that?”

Then it hit me. I wanted to smack myself in
the forehead. “Oh, I get it.”

Sawyer finally relaxed.

“You’re having a threesome? Dude, that’s
awesome.”

“What? No. The girlfriend is for you. God,
you’re an idiot.”

“For me?” I pointed at my chest. “Why?”

He stopped dribbling and tucked the ball
under his arm. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, never been better.” He wasn’t making
any sense today.

“I just told you I have a model friend for
you and you don’t even care.”

“Well…” I couldn’t think of an explanation
for my behavior. “I can get girls on my own, man.”

He walked across the court toward me. “What’s
the deal? You got a girlfriend or something?”

“No,” I snapped. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”
Just the thought gave me a panic attack.

“Then what’s the deal?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m getting enough
sex as it is. I don’t need any more.”

He raised a hand. “Okay, I’m calling a
doctor. What guy says that?”

“Dude, I’m fine. Get off my back.”

“Seriously, what’s going on with you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been hooking up with this
girl and it’s been really…” I couldn’t find a word to describe it.
“Awesome.”

“So?”

“I haven’t really been looking around
since.”

He grew suspicious. “You in love with her or
something?”

“Fuck no. It’s just…why look for something
when you already have a good thing going on?”

He stared at me blankly.

“It’s like, you eat oatmeal, right?”

He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I eat Quaker oatmeal and I have for years. I
have it every morning and it keeps me regular.”

He rolled his eyes.

“So, if I like it, why would I switch to
Crème of Wheat?”’

“Because it’s something new…”

“But I know when I try it, I’ll still think
Quaker is better.”

He gripped his head. “What are we talking
about here?”

“I’m not totally sure…”

“You want to go out with her or not?”

“Uh…” Alessandra and I were just fucking
around. We were friends who liked getting busy. That’s all it was.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling inside me. When I thought about
doing it with some other girl, it didn’t feel right. Why spend the
evening with a stranger when all I wanted to do was be with
Alessandra? The novelty would wear off eventually, but for right
now, I really liked it. “No, I’ll pass.”

“What the hell?” he snapped. “No, you’re
coming.”

“Dude, I just said no.”

“I already told her I would bring a
friend—you.”

“Well, too bad.”

“Look, if I don’t bring someone for her
friend, then she’s going to be an awkward third wheel—and I won’t
get laid.”

“If she’s a model, I’m sure she can pick up
some guy on her own.”

“Shut up and come.”

I growled. “Dude, I’m just not feeling it
right now.”

“You’re really going to screw me over like
this?”

“Screw you over?” I snapped. “You’re the one
who just assumed I would do it.”

“Because why the hell would you say no?
That’s not the Ash I know.”

Yeah, I hadn’t been myself lately.

“Dude, she’s so fucking hot. I need this.” He
gave me that look of desperation. “Just go out with us and keep her
busy. Do it for me.” He pressed his palms together like he was
praying. “Please.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

“Thank you. I owe you.”

“You bet your ass you do.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Alessandra

I blew my nose into the tissue and felt the
dampness of the cotton. It was soaked with my mucous and so
disgusting. I tossed it into the waste bin then grabbed another
one.

My nose was red in irritation from constantly
wiping it, my eyes were glistening, and I couldn’t breathe. I was
sicker than a dog and I felt like shit.

“Girl, go home.” Shelly stared at me like I
had a deadly disease that could kill her.

“I have too much to do, and I have a few
assignments today and tomorrow.”

“I’ll cancel for you.”

“I can’t do that.” I sneezed into the tissue
again. The air came out so fast I made a hole in the thin
paper.

“Gross…”

I grabbed another one and wiped my nose. My
body was so tired and achy. I could barely keep my eyes open
because they were swollen shut.

“You can’t escort someone when you look like
that. You’ll gross them out.”

“But I can’t bail.”

“It’s better to bail and find a replacement
instead of…getting this.”

I felt terrible for standing my clients up.
They needed my help.

“I’m ordering you to go home.” Shelly pointed
at the door. “Now.”

“But I—”

“No buts. Get out of here.”

“Okay…” I cleaned up my desk and grabbed my
purse. It was probably best if I went home. I could barely walk and
see a foot in front of me. “See you later.” I headed to the
door.

“Feel better, honey.”

Instead of walking to my apartment, I took a
cab. I couldn’t handle the mile walk, not in that state. I just
wanted to go to sleep. My chest hurt from every breath I took, and
my nose was clogged and runny at the same time.

By the time I got through my front door, I
was barely holding on. I tossed all my things aside and headed to
my bedroom. I didn’t bother undressing and I barely kicked my shoes
off. I lay on the bed and pulled the sheets over me. My eyes closed
and I felt a little better.

But I couldn’t sleep because I was so
congested. I tried to breathe through my mouth but that was just
uncomfortable. I tossed and turned but could never get in the right
position. My chest felt constricted like someone wrapped me in
wire.

I hated being sick.

***

Hours passed and I couldn’t get any sleep. My
throat hurt constantly, and every time I swallowed, it felt worse.
I needed ice cream or soup but I didn’t have either. I was stupid
and didn’t pick up Nyquil on the way. I was way too sick to go now,
and growing weaker by the second.