slid a finger inside of her, she gasped, moaning his name as he started to move his finger in and out of her, the tip of his tongue quickly flicking against her clit. Letting her head fall back, she gripped the counter, her thighs squeezing his head as she arched up into his mouth.
But when she sucked in a deep breath of smoke, her head snapped back up. “What is that smell?”
He glanced up at her. “All I smell is this delicious pussy,” he said, dropping his mouth back to her, but she lifted his head to stop him.
“It smells like smoke,” she said just as she looked over his shoulder and saw a blaze of flames. She screamed out, smacking his shoulders in distress as she yelled, “Jordie! The stove is on fire!”
Turning around quickly, he said, “Oh shit!”
Going to the left, he tripped over his pants, falling onto the floor with a huge thump. “Oh fuck, my dick.”
Crying out, Kacey jumped off the counter as he writhed on the floor, moaning like a man who could possibly have broken his dick. She went for the extinguisher by the washer. Running back to the stove, she pulled the clip and sprayed all the flames until they were out. Her heart was pounding, she was choking on fumes, and Jordie was still hollering out. When the final flame was out, she let her arms fall, the extinguisher by her legs as she took in what was left of her shirt on the skillet. As the fire alarm blared and Jordie groaned, she couldn’t help it, she started laughing.
“Guess our sex is so hot, we start fires,” she said as Jordie rolled over and looked up at her, holding his dick.
“I think I broke my dick,” he said, and she tried not to laugh as she came down on her knees to check on him.
“I doubt it. Want me to check it?”
Raising his brows, he asked, “With your mouth?”
She sputtered with laughter as he sat up, cupping the back of her neck. He pulled her to him, kissing her lips hard, swallowing her laughter. Leaning back, he kissed her nose. “I hate to say this, but I’m not in the mood anymore, and I think I’m dying from smoke inhalation.”
She giggled as she nodded. “I know, me too. Come on, let’s open the windows.”
Together, they stood, getting dressed before opening the windows and letting the smoke out, laughing. This could only happen to them. Everything was getting in the way of them doing it in their house, and it was becoming not only frustrating but also very comical.
When she lifted her Assassins tee that was burned to a crisp, she turned to him. He had already gotten dressed and washed his face. He wasn’t as clean as he had been when he first came out, but he still looked as gorgeous as ever. Smiling, she held up the burned black shirt and said, “I need a new Assassins tee.”
“I need to work on my aim,” he said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, no big deal. Story for the ages, I guess,” she said as his arms wrapped around her waist.
“Yeah, we’ll tell the grandkids about how I was eating breakfast and the stove caught fire,” he said roughly against her neck, nibbling on her jaw as she squirmed against him, his beard tickling her neck. Kissing her jaw, he said, “But I will get you a nice #3 T-shirt, with my name on the back.”
“Good, I’ll wear it proudly.”
“That’s right, and also, Ms. King, I will have sex with you in this house.”
She nodded. “Damn right, you will. Tonight.”
He grinned, his hands drifting down her belly. “Oh yeah?”
“Yup, no matter how tired and worn out you are, and even if your dick is kinda crooked, it’s happening.”
He buried his face in her neck and squeezed her. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either, so hurry home. I’ll be naked and ready.”
“Just the way I like you,” he teased as he went to grab his bag. “See ya in a bit.”
“I’ll be the one screaming your name,” she said as he reached the door.
“As you should be,” he said with a wink. “Love you.”
“Love you,” she called as the door shut. Looking around, the room was still pretty hazy, and very quickly she was getting light-headed. Before she could leave though, her face twisted in agony as she held her stomach and gagged. The smell was horrendous and soon too much to bear. Going into the living