CHAPTER 6 - Put Out the Fire

It was afternoon the next day when Taylor began getting ready for her date with Dean Wade. The college coed went beyond what she felt comfortable with and managed to ask the guy to have the date at his house, which he was obviously way too happy to accept.

“Jeez, he must think I’m a raging slut,” she mumbled to herself, trying to select an outfit. “Hmm, would a sundress be too simple?”

Her phone buzzed with a text and she rolled her eyes at seeing who was contacting her. “Speaking of raging slut,” she mumbled, letting out a dry chuckle. Taylor knew she shouldn’t have told her best friend about the date.

A long sigh escaped the brunette’s mouth as she waited for the three blinking dots to turn into a new message.

“Ugh! Why do I always agree with her crap?” Taylor mentally asked herself as she walked up Cobalt Drive and turned left on Zaffre Street half an hour later. Through text, Hannah helped her select an outfit that was sure to drive Dean crazy, in her words, and that was something that Taylor kind of needed, seeing as the whole purpose of it was to make him prone to agree with whatever she wanted.

She was wearing a very short black skirt that reached the upper portion of her long legs, a simple button-up dark-blue blouse, and strappy high-heeled black sandals on her feet. Her slightly wavy dark-brown hair was loose and falling down her shoulders and upper back. Taylor felt kind of overdressed for a simple visit, but Hannah vouched for it. It wasn’t like she didn’t know how to dress up for a date, she had had two boyfriends already, but the plan absolutely couldn’t fail. She had to entice him.

The sun hadn’t begun to set yet, as it was still the middle of the afternoon, and Taylor just hoped that the other parts of her brother’s plan yielded any results if hers proved to be a bust. Walking half a block, she reached Dean’s house. It was a two-story house, like most of the houses in the neighborhood, but it looked smaller and narrower than the rest, which made sense in her mind, since the guy lived alone. She climbed on the porch and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell, six minutes before the scheduled time.

She wasn’t prepared for the sight that filled her vision when the door was opened a few seconds later.

“Hey, Taylor. Glad you made it,” Dean answered the door shirtless, the red fabric still in his hands. “I was just finishing getting ready, but come in.”

The 21-year-old felt her feet carrying her inside, but her gaze didn’t stray from the chiseled, muscled chest of the firefighter, smooth and devoid of any hair. She had never seen a guy look so… yummy… before. Not even the athletes at college that she sometimes glimpsed while shirtless at parties and stuff.

Mentally shaking her head off the cobwebs, she blinked twice and smiled. “I’m sorry, I just like to be early, I guess.”

Dean grinned and pulled on the red polo t-shirt, his own gaze scanning her up and down as well. “Don’t apologize, it’s a healthy habit to have,” he assured the younger woman. “So, I was surprised to get your call so quickly.”

“Yeah,” she fought off the urge to blush. “As you know, you’re probably the only person my age in this whole neighborhood,” she then shrugged. “Well, my brother and his friends are closer in age, but they’re younger, and I already went through high school once,” she giggled.

Dean let out an amused chuckle. “Yeah, I can relate. It can definitely feel lonely here on my days off,” he laughed, flexing his arm. “You want a drink or something?”

“Uhn…, just water is fine, please,” Taylor replied and he motioned for her to follow him to the kitchen counter, where they sat on stools.

The house proved to be smaller on the inside too. The kitchen was in the same room as the den, separated by a long counter, and through two open doors, she could see that there was an office space and a bathroom. A set of stairs probably led to his bedroom upstairs, she realized with an inaudible gulp.

“Here you go,” he playfully said, sliding a glass of water toward her as he cracked open a can for himself.

“Thanks,” Taylor took a small sip and then looked around, buying herself a few moments. “So, you mentioned that night that you went to the community college here. You from Azure Rocks?”

“Yes and no,” Dean responded and then explained to her how he had been born in Azure Rocks, but his family moved to the larger Sunrise Hills when he was still a toddler. The idea to move back to Azure Rocks after he graduated high school had been entirely his own, in an attempt to get to know the land he had been born in. “I like it here, much more than Sunrise Hills.”

Taylor smiled, absentmindedly tracing her finger on the glass. “I know you mean. My mom and my brother lived in a large city before moving back here. I went to college when they moved there, but I could see how rough it was whenever I visited.”

“Which city?” Dean inquired, taking a sip of his drink.

“Quartz City,” she replied.

“Ouch,” Dean grimaced. “I know the reputation, even all the way here. We have a guy at the station who used to live there.”

“I’m just glad I didn’t get to live there full time,” Taylor smirked. “Zack hated it, but Mom had to be where work was good.”

“Where else did you guys live?” Dean asked in an attentive and interested tone.

“First we moved to Big Lake in Texas, then Amethyst Shore in California. That’s when I moved back here to the New York area for college and they went to Quartz City in Illinois,” the young woman explained while fond memories of old friends invaded her mind. “I think you know my mother is a doctor, that’s where I got my dream from. When we left Azure Rocks, she looked for hospitals that needed someone in her area. When she decided to move back here, Mom knew it was time to open a private practice, so she could settle down.”

Dean nodded, a pensive look in his hazel eyes. “That’s rough for two young kids, moving around. If you don’t mind me asking, where’s your dad in all this?”

Taylor visibly winced. “Uhn…, well, I kinda don’t wanna talk about it, sorry.”

The firefighter held up his hands, accepting it instantly. Once he saw that Taylor had averted her gaze and fixed it on a portrait on the wall, it gave him the perfect excuse to help her change the subject. “My family back in Sunrise Hills. Parents and my little sister.”

“Oh,” the brunette nodded, gazing at the four smiling members of the Wade family as her eyes squinted at the girl. “What’s your sister’s name? She seems a little familiar to me.”

“It could be, she goes to Winter Lake College too, but she’ll be a sophomore this year,” Dean chuckled. “Her name’s Sylvie. Sylvie Wade.”

“Oooohh, now I remember her,” Taylor smiled and turned back to the older guy. “We’ve never really talked, but she went on a couple dates with my friend Peter a few months ago. I think… a couple of weeks before Spring Break?”

“I think Syl mentioned a guy around that time,” Dean’s expression turned into a thoughtful one as he rubbed his defined chin. “Oh, yeah, the one with the crazy blonde stalker.”

Taylor rolled her eyes as she let out a sigh. “Fucking Hannah,” she mumbled. “I’m so sorry, she’s my best friend and Pete’s ex. She still thinks she needs to veto all the girls he gets involved with.” She hadn’t heard about Hannah ruining this particular instance, though. Neither her bestie nor Peter had told her about it.

Dean let out a chuckle. “It’s okay, it’s kinda sweet that the guy has you two looking out for him,” he said, the smile turning into a smirk as he reached toward Taylor’s hand on the counter and put his on top of hers, face slightly leaning forward as his gaze locked with hers. “Wouldn’t it be funny as hell if your friend dated my sister and we ended up dating as well?”

Taylor’s icy-blue eyes widened a little bit as his question sent a jolt of heat all the way down to between her legs. Dean was devilishly handsome and she kind of hated the fact that she felt so attracted to him so quickly. Yeah, she had a bit of a thing for big, muscled guys who were taller than her, but instant arousal like this was more of a Hannah’s thing, not hers. Still, she couldn’t help but feel her entire body buzzing as he stared into her eyes with his mysterious hazel ones.

“Yeah, so funny,” she rasped, heart beating faster as he leaned closer, making her eyes flutter.

He had possibly flirted with her mother too, though, the rational part of her mind screamed to remind her. Then there was the whole camera case to consider, he could very well have been the one who snatched it to cover that fact. Not to mention potentially caused the divorce of the couple who lived in the Bishops’ current house. Just as their faces were a couple inches away from one another, she put her hands on his rigid chest and halted his progress.

“I need to use the bathroom,” she softly said.

A little stunned, Dean leaned back in surprise. “Uhn…, of course. Yeah, you can use the one upstairs. The downstairs toilet is broken and I haven’t had the time to fix it yet,” he pointed up before taking a big swig of his drink.

“Thanks,” Taylor gave him a quick, awkward smile and rushed upstairs.

“I’ll pick up a movie for us!” He called out, but she barely heard it.

Quickly finding the bathroom next to the larger bedroom, the college coed pushed the door toward the threshold, just enough not to fully close it, and went to the mirror, staring at the image of arousal that was herself at the moment. Chest heaving, pupils dilated, Taylor was sure she would be able to see two hard pokies on her blouse if she had opted not to wear a bra. She forced herself to take a deep breath and returned her gaze to her reflection, forcing herself to calm down.

Get a fucking grip on yourself. You’re not Hannah, the 21-year-old firmly told herself and took another deep breath.

Deciding she had gotten herself under control, Taylor slowly walked out of the bathroom, careful as to not make any noise on the hardwood floor of the upstairs hallway. An amazing feat, since the heels of her sandals tended to make a sharp clicking sound whenever she took a step. Besides the bathroom, there were two bedrooms in the upper floor, one that she guessed Dean used and the other, a more bland one, was probably a guest room for when his family visited. The obvious decision was to look into the bigger one.

Inside, she looked around, letting out a sigh. It was a normal-looking room, with a queen-sized bed, dresser, wardrobe, nightstands, and a TV. How does Zack do this? She asked herself, her gaze shifting between the multitude of drawers in the room. Ultimately opting to start with the nightstands, she found one completely empty and then spent a few seconds combing through the other. Fortunately for her, her brother’s camera was kind of big, so it would be easy to spot it in the middle of a mess.

After she unsuccessfully searched through the wardrobe for about a minute, Taylor decided to check the dresser. If it wasn’t in any of those drawers and Dean had it, it would probably be in the office space downstairs, which would make things considerably more difficult for her. Sighing once again, she opened the top drawer and didn’t find anything amidst the ties and scarves. Closing it, she reached for the second drawer, but the college coed was so engrossed in her task that she never heard the steps coming until the masculine voice spoke almost directly into her ear.

“Looks like someone’s being naughty,” Dean’s voice startled her, but he held her by the waist, stopping Taylor from turning back.

The brunette shivered at his whisper and the way his hands grabbed her, a low moan escaping her lips when she felt him pulling her hair away from her neck. Shit, she thought, he shouldn’t have found her out. “I… I was c-curious.”

“Mmm,” he nodded, burying his face at the nape of her neck and inhaling her scent. “About what?”

“Ooohhh,” Taylor finally moaned for real when she felt him brushing a hard bulge against the top of her butt. He seemed to throb at the raspiness of her moan, something that Hannah always told her it was real, but she didn’t believe in with any of the guys she had been with so far. “That night at the party… fuck…,” she started, bitting her lower lip when his lips nibbled at her neck, his hands squeezing her waist over the blouse. “D-did you see a… camera?”

Dean frowned against her neck, but kept nibbling. “A camera? Did you lose one that night?” He rocked against her again, causing Taylor to slightly tumble forward and hold the dresser for support.

“Mmm, shit…, no,” she closed her eyes and mewled, fingers clenching over the wooden surface. “My brother did. S-someone… stole it from him.”

“What a good sister,” he whispered into her ear, flicking her earlobe with his tongue. “Unfortunately, no, I haven’t seen it. I promise you it’s true, I didn’t,” he said. “But whoever did it, I thank them, because… it brought you to me.”

Taylor moaned when he palmed her ass over the skirt with his left hand. She sensed him shuffling behind her and finally accepted that her arousal was going to lead her quite possibly to the hottest sex of her life. Hannah was going to be so jealous, if Taylor ever told her friend, that is. When she tried to turn around to face the older guy, he held her hips and kept her in that position, slightly bent over the dresser. The college coed swore she could have gushed at that point.

“No, no, no, I want you like this, Taylor,” he bantered, his firm tone also betraying quite obviously a hint of playfulness. “After all, someone needs to be punished for going through my room like this.”

“Oh, fuck,” Taylor breathed out as Dean lifted her very short skirt over her ass, baring her firm, toned cheeks swallowing a lacy black thong.

“Damn, I knew you’d be gorgeous, but not like this…,” he gazed at the milky skin and felt its softness as his hands squeezed her ass. “Wanted to see you like this ever since you walked into my house in this barely there skirt.”

“Mmm… thank my friend, she… helped me pick it,” Taylor mewled, squealing in pleasure when Dean began to kiss her ass at the same time his fingers found the waistband of her panties and began tugging it down her long, fantastic legs.

“Here’s to Hannah, then,” Dean chuckled, assuming it was the same friend she mentioned before and then beheld the sight of her holes, completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

The brunette’s pink pussy was dripping her sweet juices, with a tightly closed asshole above it. Dean wondered if the college coed had ever had a guy stick his cock there, but that was something for another day. Now he wanted to dine in her sweet juices, and that’s what he did. Taylor moaned loudly when his tongue greeted her pink folds, hands squeezing his cheeks. She clenched her fingers on the sides of the dresser and thrust out her rear even more against his handsome face.

“Aww, fuuuck!!!” Taylor moaned, closing her eyes as Dean began lapping at her entrance. It had been quite a few months for her with just her fingers to go by, so it felt insanely good to have a man’s tongue pleasuring her again, and he seemed to be skilled at it too, going by the way his tongue darted in and out of her hole and licked all around her slick walls.

“Your voice is so sexy,” Dean said, smirking as he pulled back, licking his lips. “Turns me on so fucking much,” he declared before diving in for more.

Taylor felt her legs trembling at his words, the fact that someone could be so turned on by her, as they would be for Hannah, sounded insane to the leggy brunette. Not that she thought she was ugly, far from it, but in her mind, she wasn’t the one who could turn guys’ heads so strongly like that. Dean was proving her wrong, though, going by the way he devoured her pussy with his mouth and how his hands kneaded her firm butt. Dean’s cock was bursting inside his jeans, so he reached with a hand to unzip the pants and alleviate the pressure a little. He could take it all off later without needing to stop sampling this exquisite cunt in front of him.

“Oh, shit, keep going…, please…,” Taylor chanted as she bucked against his face, her long legs firmly planted on the floor as he ate her out.

The tall brunette found out she was seriously pent up after going without sex for so long, and that was the main reason why she was so close to an orgasm after only a couple minutes of Dean tonguefucking her needy hole. So when the heat between her legs reached the boiling point, her fingers and toes clenched hard as she couldn’t help but let out a long, loud moan.

“I’m close, Dean…, please, don’t stop…,” she kept mewling. “I’m cumming, fuuuuck!!!”

The firefighter felt her body shaking all over as he held her and licked her cunt through the orgasm, her sweet girlcum filling his mouth as he swallowed that exquisite treat. Feeling quite proud of himself for making such a gorgeous girl cum, he stood up and admired the view. Taylor bent over the dresser, breathing hard with her skirt flipped over her bare ass, her juices running down her legs and the black pair of panties on the floor next to her.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he said, gently pulling her back to him with a hand. “But I want so much more, I wanna see how much more fucked out I can make you.”

Taylor let out a weak moan at those words, the older guy had no fucking idea how horny he was making her, even after causing her to cum so hard once. Wordlessly, she turned around in his arms and pulled him down for their first kiss, the sweet taste of her own pussy on his lips touching her tastebuds as they made out. Dean squeezed her ass as he pulled her tighter against his muscled body and rubbed his bulge all over her navel. The two of them paused long enough to remove his shirt and unbutton her blouse, Dean having to fight against the urge of just ripping out the buttons. Once Taylor quickly unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, he was on her again, the new kiss becoming even more passionate as his tongue slid into her willing mouth to play with hers. After their tongues swirled around one another a few times, Dean broke the liplock to stare hungrily at the sexy college coed.

“Fuck, I want you on the bed, Taylor,” he said, his hazel eyes locked into her icy-blue ones. “Wanna fuck you properly.”

Taylor swallowed hard, and without averting her gaze from his, she backed onto the comfortable bed, her milky, pale body making a beautiful contrast with the crimson sheets. She scooted back toward the headboard as Dean shoved his pants down and showed the large outline of his cock under the boxers.

Fuck, he looks so big, she thought to herself as her hands reached toward her back to unclasp her bra.

Dean grinned as he watched her and palmed his covered dick. “Thank god, I thought you were about to do like a show I watched a few days ago and fuck in your bra.”

Taylor smirked and made a show of dropping it. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that to you,” she teased. The unveiling of her medium-sized tits made the man throb. Pink, hard nipples capping two white, slightly freckled mounds, the same faint dusting that could be seen on part of her shoulders and upper arms. Above her glistening slit, a trimmed, upside-down triangle of dark curls, the way he liked it.

“Keep those shoes, though. They look sexy on you,” Dean requested before lowering his boxers and making his cock jump out.

The sight of his dick made Taylor swallow hard while at the same time almost inducing a new mini orgasm in her hungry pussy. While it wasn’t a porn-sized one, Dean was bigger than either of the two guys she had fucked in her life so far, both in length and girth. Hannah would be proud, she suddenly thought, grinning as the older guy climbed into bed with her.

Dean kissed her hungrily, setting himself on top of Taylor, who grabbed his throbbing cock and began stroking it, nice and slow. It felt so big in her hand, she thought. He broke the kiss and made his way down the elegant column of her neck, drawing low moans and whimpers from the brunette, until his lips closed around her left nipple. He sucked on the hard pebble, using a hand to squeeze the right tit as Taylor’s moans became louder.

“Mmm, fuck, Dean, y-you’re so good at this…,” she told him, fingers of one hand playing with his short, light-brown hair as the other kept pumping his shaft.

“Glad you think so,” he whispered, grinning around her right nipple now, his tongue flicking madly against it. “‘Cause it’s about to feel even better,” he said, taking his cock from her hand and lining it up with her soaked entrance. Taylor let out another moan when he pressed in and began stretching her walls. “Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, giving her shallow thrusts so her pussy would get used to his size before he could push deeper.

Taylor threw her head back in pleasure, it had been so long and his cock was already feeling so fucking good in her. He’s only halfway in, fuck! She thought, feeling her snug walls stretching for the firefighter’s big cock. “Mmm, c’mon, Dean,” she rasped, her gaze finding his again. “Put out my fire.”

His hazel eyes widened for a moment before a sexy grin curled up his lips. “Oh, I’ve never got that one before, I love it,” he thrust deeper into her, letting out another grunt. “Leave it to me, Taylor, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

The brunette moaned loudly as he suddenly thrust his cock all the way into her pussy in one go. “Oh, fuuuck, you’re big!” She screamed. “But don’t stop! Fuck me, Dean!” She fixed him with an intense stare, her eyes like an icy, azure blaze. “It’s been too long!”

The older guy kissed her and began fucking the college coed in earnest, his cock sawing in an out of her tight pussy as her long legs wrapped around him on his bed. Taylor clenched her fingers on his back, her nails digging into his skin a little as she moaned into his mouth. He was definitely thicker than her previous boyfriend and stretched her walls in a way she had never felt before, true to his promise. That fact, coupled with the eroticism of the whole situation, made her pussy insanely slick, making his cock glide in and out of her easily as Dean fucked her hard. He wanted to see her getting fucked by his cock, so Dean broke the kiss and put her legs over his shoulders as he grabbed her hips and pumped her hole full of his cock.

“So fucking beautiful and sexy,” he grunted, looking down at her sprawled on his bed. She had her lips parted, fucking back against him as her dark hair fanned over his pillow around her head.

“Yesss…, fuck me!” Taylor continuously rasped, breathing hard as her cunt squeezed his invading shaft, her hands finding her own breasts and squeezing it.

After fucking her like that for about a minute, Dean wanted to behold the exquisite beauty of Taylor Bishop in another way, so he rolled them around, lying down on his back as she was now on top of him, his dick never leaving her pussy. Taylor immediately got into the new position, riding him up and down as she used her hands to brace herself on his chest. Dean looked at her above him, riding him with abandon and moaning, and that made his cock throb inside her, becoming a little bit more solid if that was even possible. She really was the personification of beauty. Whenever those icy-blue eyes of hers opened up and she leveled them at him, it drove the firefighter crazy.

“Shit, so big,” she mewled, hopping up and down like a cowgirl as his cock got deeper inside her. “C’mon, put out my fire, Dean!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He readily responded, his hands finding her firm, toned ass and squeezing it hard as she rode him.

A while later, both of them were feeling the start of an orgasm in their bodies, the second one in her case. Dean fucked her harder as Taylor hopped faster, his cock a blur at her fuckhole. Grunts and moans filled the room, both of their bodies sweaty at the exercise as Taylor’s medium-sized tits bounced valiantly. Her toes clenched in the sandals, the straps lightly digging on her skin as she screamed.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna cum!” She moaned desperately, looking down at him. “You’re gonna make me cum again!”

“And I’m gonna fucking fill you up!” The firefighter retorted, delivering a light swat on her asscheeks. “You like that? Huh? Getting filled up with my cum?!”

“Oh, shit! Do it!” Taylor’s cunt squeezed around his thrusting cock as she rode him even faster. “You can do it! Fill my fucking womb!”

“Holy shit!” Dean threw his head back, losing control as he thrust particularly hard and it set off his climax.

His cock twitched and began firing jets and jets of his white cum deep into the furnace of her pussy. Upon feeling the splashing sperm hitting the walls of her womb, Taylor let out a long, raspy moan and the shockwaves of her orgasm made her entire body shake, the fire of her frustration finally getting put out by the firefighter’s hose. The two twenty-somethings rode out their orgasms amidst more grunts and moans until his cock softened inside her and naturally slipped out. Taylor collapsed onto his chest and breathed hard until she fell to his side.

“That was… so fucking good…,” she weakly giggled, lazily placing her right hand on his muscled chest. “I really needed this…, so fucking much.”

Dean let out a chuckle. “What do you mean? It’s not over yet,” he turned to face her. “Give me a few minutes to get hard again and I’m gonna squeeze number three out of you, gorgeous.”

“Oh, shit,” Taylor’s eyes widened, but just the thought made her pussy clench around nothing.

She only hoped Zack had had better luck in his part of the plan.