Oxygen Deprived (Kilgore Fire Book 3) (8 page)

When I made it back to the living room, it was to find Aspen on her back next to the fire.

The orange flames cast a shadow throughout the room, and all over her body it looked like there was a soft orange glow playing across her porcelain white skin.

Skin that looked so soft that I wanted to rub my lips along her entire body just to see if it was as soft as I thought it might be.

My eyes drifted down the length of her body, stopping on the skull leggings that were covering her lower half.

My gaze caught on the apex of her thighs, and I nearly groaned when I saw how well those leggings hugged her pussy. I could almost see the outline of her pussy lips, and the seam that separated them.

I tore my eyes away from the tight pants and her pretty pussy, turning and gazing out the window in the living room.

My gaze fell on the house directly next door to mine.

“Is the house next to mine, the one with the green shutters, occupied?” I asked.

I’d never seen anyone there, but then again they could just have different hours than me.

That was possible.

I’d only been in the neighborhood for a short time period.

“That’s Doris McQueen’s house,” she answered, curling up until she was standing. “That house is about to be foreclosed on, I think.”

“How do you know?” I asked
. “It looks deserted, but well kept.”

“I saw them nail that pink sign on the door, which she then ripped off as soon as they left,” she explained. “She’s gonna be one of those people that stay there even when the wrecking ball is waiting outside, ready to knock the building down.”

I snorted, my eyes going back to my house, then to the one on the other side of mine.

“What about the others,” I pointed.

She stood up on her tiptoes, then moved in between me and the window as she tried to look over the car that I just now realized must be in her way.

And her ass rubbed against the tip of my cock, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin and jerk back a step in my haste to get away from her.

She looked behind me in confusion as she felt me abruptly pull away, but then turned around and looked back at the house next to mine.

“I don’t know who that is,” she said. “I’ve been watching this neighborhood for a while now, and I’ve never once seen anybody come in or out of that house. But someone has to be, because the paper is always picked up and so are the mail and packages. I just never see anyone doing it.”

“Weird,” I muttered, turning my back to her and walking back to the fire to stoke it, hoping during the couple of seconds it took for me to get it back up to life that my cock would learn how to control itself.

She knelt down on the floor, reaching under the coffee table and coming back up with the huge box I’d seen earlier.

“The mailman delivered this today,” she said.

I blinked.

“The mailm
an?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Sure did,” I said. “They had a tractor come down the road and clear the snow off, followed by a truck with some sand.”

“Probably because this is one of the busier roads that everyone uses,” I said. “I didn’t realize they were getting off their asses to do anything today.”

Her brows rose as she lifted the flaps on the box.

“I’m sensing some hostility there,” she heckled.

I winced.

“The fire department, as well as the police department, has to run regardless of road conditions,” I told her. “So it would’ve been nice for them to start doing that shit three days ago rather than today when it’s finally clearing up.”

“It’s still raining,” she said. “And is supposed to rain for the next week.”

“It’s supposed to rain, not snow. And that’s a completely different thing,” I said. “It’s like comparing apples to apple pie. Same fruit, but one’s more complicated than the other. And tastes better.”

She snorted at the comparison. “I don’t like apple pie.”

I gasped in affront. “What kind of Southerner are you?”

She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Shut up,” she sniffed. “Look what I got today.”

I looked down into the box.

“What…is that?” I asked, staring at the tube filled with white powder.

“This,” she lifted it. “Is a new product that I’m testing out.”

I read the label and my jaw dropped open.

“That’s…insane,” I groaned. “What are you going to do with it?”

She grinned, showing a perfectly straight row of white teeth.

“This is where you come in.”

And I had to add…had I not been on my second six-pack of beer, along with more than a couple long swigs of wine, I would’ve never considered doing it.

But I did.

And it was the best day of my life, ever.

Thirty minutes later, Aspen was a hot mess. Literally and physically.

“You should’ve never turned that battery powered heater on in here. I’m literally dying,” she groaned, wiping sweat off her forehead with her elbows.

The heater was working well; I’d give her that.

It was something the boys at the firehouse had rigged up using a car battery. It put out a lot of heat and allowed me to sleep comfortablly in my bed for the last week without having blankets piled a mile high on top of me.

I took a swig of my beer, well and truly buzzed now.

I couldn’t even say how many I’d had at this point in the night.

A smile overtook my face when I realized I’d have to tell Luke, my boss on the SWAT team, that I couldn’t come in if a callout were to happen right then.

I was well and truly
drunk
, and enjoying
every
minute
of it.

“I’m going to be naked here in a few seconds,” I said somewhat loudly, never able to control my mouth when I was this far gone. “You’ll have to forgive me if I wanted to make sure there was no shrinkage. Have I mentioned that I can’t believe I’m doing this right now?”

“Yes,” she snickered. “About twenty times now. But it was your idea.”

I snorted, then sat back on the counter in Aspen’s bathroom.

“Okay,” she grinned excitedly, looking at the thermometer in the water. “It’s ready.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“My cock needs inspiration,” I said. “And it’s only fair.”

“What’s only fair?” She sounded confused, leaning back to look at me, taking a swig from her bottle of wine while she did.

“I’m practically naked, and I will be in a few minutes. The least you could do is take your clothes off, too,” I challenged.

I wasn’t sure she was going to do it, but when she sat the bottle down onto the counter with a loud clunk, punctuating that sound by whipping off her shirt, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, meaning her perfectly formed, juicy breasts spilled out of her shirt, bouncing and swaying as she waited for my reaction.

My cock reacted instantaneously, rising up after nearly a year-long slumber.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes. “You should definitely put it back on.”

I was nodding. Definitely. She needed to put it back on.
Now!

If she didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

I’d fuck her, and she’d let me.

It was as simple as that.

She gave me a knowing smile, glanced down at my cock, and then back to the water she’d just said came to the correct temperature.

“What does it say now?” She asked, indicating the directions I had in my hand.

“Pour the molding powder in,” I told her.

She picked up the scissors, cut the bag open carefully, then poured it inside.

“Here,” I said, handing her the spatula.

She took it with a small smile and started to stir.

I glanced down at the time on my watch, then back to her.

The movement of her arms as she stirred the pot had her tits swinging this way and that, brushing against her arm as she moved.

I stared studiously at my watch, staring hard until the thirty seconds were up.

“Okay,” I said.

She stopped and waited for me to instruct her on her next step.

“Now pour it in the tube,” I told her, reaching for the waistband of my underwear.

My cock popped free, and she faltered, staring in slack jawed surprise at my cock.

“Pour,” I ordered. “Or it’ll be too late.”

She jumped like I’d pinched her and started pouring the mixture into the tube while looking back and forth between what she had in her hands and what I had in mine.

I stroked my cock while she watched, and I nearly came right then and there when she moaned as the bowl she was holding grazed the tip of her distended nipple, causing her body to jerk.

My hand reached out, almost as if it had a will of its own, and brushed the other neglected nipple.

Just a simple stroke of the backs of my fingers down the very tip of her breast.

By now, my cock was as hard as it’d ever been, and I was thinking that it might not ever return to normal, not with the way she was biting her lip and looking at me through hooded eyes.

I was seriously thinking there might actually be stretch marks along my cock come morning. I wasn’t kidding about the fact that it was bigger.

As if it wasn’t already big enough.

“Okay,” she said, glancing down at my cock again. “Will it even fit in this tube?”

I shrugged.

I had no fucking clue.

We’d forgotten to measure the tube against my cock like the directions had said to do beforehand. I had no idea if it’d fit or not.

“I’m trying to figure out how to get it in there without spilling it. Do I, like, dunk it like a tea bag or
something?” I asked, pointing at it, then at my cock.

“The YouTube videos I was able to find weren’t very helpful. All they used were dildos, not actual cocks,” she clarified.

I nodded, then got up, letting my underwear drop all the way to the ground as I did.

“Give it to me,” I ordered, holding out my hand. “I’ll try to lean over on the counter and point it down.”

“No,” she said. “You lean down on both elbows over the counter, and I’ll get down here and…
guide it in
.”

So that was how I ended up with a hot, sweaty girl, her hands covered in white penis molding goo, at my feet with her hands on my dick.

I leaned over the counter, letting my cock hang heavily between my legs as I stared at her.

My raging hard-on started to throb to the beat of my heart, and she watched it intently as she reached for it.

I closed my eyes, unable to take the torture any longer.

And just when I was about to call the whole thing off, I opened my eyes to see her only millimeters from my cock.

She bit her lip, reaching forward to take my dick, and hesitantly pumped it twice, running her thumb over the tip before she inhaled deeply.

“They say sometimes it’s better to use a cock ring,” she whispered.

“Oh,” I drawled. “I won’t need a cock ring.”

She looked up at me, then licked her fucking lips again.

“Do it,” I growled through gritted teeth, my balls drawing up as she gave me one final pump, then guided my cock into the liquid goo.

As my cock slid into the tube, the white goop spilled over the sides onto the white tile floor of Aspen’s bathroom.

It was such a weird sensation, almost like I’d dipped my dick into warm, partially set Jell-O. I don’t know what to compare it to since my dick hadn’t been dipped into anything other than a pussy, a mouth or a fist.

“I’ve got to say,” I licked my lips, somewhat freaked out. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt.”

She helped guide my heavy cock down until the tip of the bottle touched my pubic bone.

“God,” she said. “You’re touching the bottom, aren’t you?”

I snorted, causing her to smack my bare ass. “Don’t move!”

I didn’t move.

Not for four long minutes as she slowly moved her hand up and down my backside.

I don’t even think she realized she was doing it, either. I think she was just absently trying to offer me her support.

Or, at least, that’s what I told myself.

Surely, she wasn’t purposefully getting that close to my balls each time she swept her hands over and around me.

Two hundred and forty seconds later I choked out, “Time!”

My voice sounded like it’d been put through a shredder with how strangled it sounded coming out.

She pulled the casting off my cock so slowly, my eyes crossed at the suction.

And then I lost it.

The moment she had it off me and sitting on the counter, I reared up, grabbed the soap off the side of the counter, and furiously rubbed my cock and pubic hair with the soap.

Then I rinsed it off, making a mess of the floor and the counter in the process.

Once every smear of white goo was off my cock and pubes, I reached for Aspen and yanked her to me.

She hit my body hard, her gasp being captured by my mouth as I slammed my mouth down onto hers.

Somewhere in our fumbling she lost her pants and panties, and I growled in approval.

“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped between kisses, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my hips.

Her ankle monitor dug into my ass cheek, but I didn’t give a shit as I took her mouth with mine.

“You taste so good,” I said, pulling back to look at her face.

She undulated her hips, rocking up and down, back and forth, letting the length of my cock become saturated in her juices.

“Condom,” I moaned. “You got any in here
?” I asked, placing my
hand on the medicine cabinet currently holding her head up.

She shook her head.

“No,” she moaned, licking her lips. “But I have some in that box in the living room.”

I stepped back and she held on, wrapping her arms around me tight.

I held her by her ass as we walked out to the living room, my whole body shivering once the cool air of the rest of the house finally made itself known.

The living room, however, was nice and warm as I dropped down to my knees in front of the fire.

She let me go as she turned onto her side and reached into the box to pull out a few items.