Chapter 7

7

MAZEY

M azey paced around her penthouse, her nerves running wild.

I can’t believe I did it. I actually invited her here .

She ran a hand through her hair. She couldn’t decide whether she was bold or just plain reckless. What was she thinking?

She kept trying to convince herself it was strictly for professional reasons. "It’s just for safety precautions," she muttered under her breath.

McKenna could help her make sure she was doing things right on set. That’s all this was. But as she looked down at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace of her lingerie, she knew she was lying to herself. She’d picked out her best set, something that made her feel both confident and a little vulnerable. She even spent time perfecting her makeup, wanting to look flawless. She told herself it was just for fun, but deep down, she wanted to see McKenna’s reaction. She wore her favourite long silk kimono over her lingerie.

With a deep breath, she turned her attention to the rooftop. She had called room service earlier to get everything ready, blankets draped over lounge chairs, candles flickering in the evening breeze, and a carefully curated spread of wine, cheese, and fresh grapes. It was more than just casual. It was romantic, and she knew it.

Well, if we’re going to talk about safety on set, she reasoned, why not do it under the stars? The idea of it made her smile. The place really was stunning, and for the first time in a while, Mazey stopped to admire it. As the golden hues of the sunset painted the sky, she felt a pang of guilt for not appreciating it sooner. She’d been so wrapped up in her swirling emotions that she hadn’t taken the time to truly take in the beauty of her surroundings.

But now, as she watched the sky fade from amber to deep purple, her thoughts were consumed by McKenna. She’d always been good at keeping her cool and professional, but something about the firefighter had gotten under her skin. Mazey wasn’t used to this, feeling vulnerable and uncertain about where things might lead. She’d never been the one to second-guess her own actions, but here she was, wondering what McKenna would think when she arrived.

And then, as if on cue, her phone buzzed in her hand.

“I’m here.”

Mazey’s heart leapt into her throat. She stared at the message for a moment, the gravity of the situation hitting her all at once. She was really here. There was no more time for overthinking or planning. McKenna was downstairs waiting, and the night was about to begin.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced around one last time. The rooftop looked beautiful, intimate yet casual, just the right mix of effort and ease. The wine was chilled, the cheese perfectly arranged, and the sunset cast a warm glow over everything. Even if tonight didn’t lead to anything more than conversation, Mazey knew it would still be special. She smiled to herself. At the very least, she’d get to know McKenna better.

Just as Mazey was lost in her thoughts, a knock rapped on the door.

Beneath her calm exterior, her mind raced. What if McKenna didn’t feel the same way? What if she was only here because of work? Mazey shook off the doubts. Just be yourself, she reminded herself. Let the night unfold however it’s supposed to.

When she opened the door, McKenna stood there, looking slightly unsure but as composed as ever, dressed in her work uniform - fire department navy blue t shirt and pants with a jacket slung over her arm. She smelled deliciously of what Mazey assumed were her pheromones, something oaky, something smokey. She clearly hadn’t showered and Mazey was glad of it.

“Hey,” Mazey greeted, her voice a little softer than usual, trying not to show how fast her heart was beating.

“Hey,” McKenna replied, her gaze flickering up and down over Mazey ’s body and then around, taking in the setting. “This looks nice. You didn’t have to go all out.”

“Oh, this? This is nothing. It’s the least I can do for taking up even more of your time. I honestly don’t know how you have the energy to come here after a long shift,” Mazey said, her voice teasing but with a hint of genuine curiosity.

McKenna chuckled softly. “Eh, it’s no big deal. I’m used to this. Sorry, I should have showered. The water was out for some reason at the station. Anyway, you should’ve seen me when I was in my twenties. You would’ve been really impressed.”

Mazey raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh really? Want a glass of wine? By the way, how old are you?””

McKenna grinned, leaning back slightly as Mazey handed her a glass. “Yeah, I’d love one. I’m actually forty-one.”

Mazey’s eyes widened slightly. “So you’re older than me. I have to treat you with even more respect now.”

McKenna laughed, shaking her head. “Oh no, you don’t. Just treat me like you would anyone else.”

Mazey tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I think that’s going to be kind of hard.”

McKenna’s brow furrowed slightly. “Why’s that?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, and Mazey could feel the warmth rising to her cheeks. She didn’t answer right away, running the memory of their kiss through her mind, the way McKenna’s lips had felt against hers, the way time had seemed to stop. She blushed, wondering if McKenna could read her mind, if she knew exactly what was going through her head.

Instead of diving into the obvious, Mazey bit her lip and gave a small, nervous laugh. “You’re just...different. I don’t know, there’s something about you.”

McKenna gave her a curious look, that flitted down over Mazey’s body in the kimono again. A look that made Mazey’s heart skip a beat and she felt an insistent pulse inside her panties. “Good different or bad different?””

“Oh, it’s definitely a good thing,” Mazey replied quickly, taking a sip of wine to calm her nerves. She didn’t want to come off as too intense, but it was hard not to feel the pull toward McKenna.

They sat in silence for a moment, the air between them thick with unspoken thoughts. Mazey couldn’t help but glance at McKenna from the corner of her eye. She was trying to keep things casual, but the more they talked, the more she realized how much she wanted this night to go beyond just friendly conversation.

McKenna, meanwhile, seemed just as calm and collected as always, sipping her wine, her gaze wandering across the rooftop. But Mazey noticed the way McKenna’s eyes flicked back to her, the way her gaze took in Mazey’s long smooth leg that had slid out of her kimono and she was sure she saw a hunger in McKenna as her gaze lingered on Mazey’s breasts.

“Are you always this calm?” Mazey asked, trying to break the tension, though part of her wanted to dive right into it.

McKenna smiled softly. “Not always. I’ve learned to be, though. Helps when things get chaotic.”

“That must come in handy at the station, huh?” Mazey said, wanting to know more about McKenna beyond her easygoing exterior.

“Yeah.” McKenna nodded. “It’s kind of a survival skill. But, you know, sometimes things catch you off guard.”

Mazey leaned in slightly. “Like what?”

McKenna looked at her for a moment, her expression unreadable before she finally said, “Like people. Like moments you don’t expect.” There was something in her tone, something almost cautious.

Mazey’s heart raced. Was she talking about the kiss? She wanted to ask, wanted to push, but she didn’t know if she should. She felt like they were both dancing around it, afraid to say what was really on their minds.

She set her glass down and cleared her throat. “Do you ever... I mean, do you think about it?”

McKenna’s eyes met hers, and Mazey felt the weight of the question lingering in the air.

“The kiss,” Mazey added, her voice barely above a whisper.

McKenna hesitated for a moment before giving her a small, thoughtful smile. “Yeah, I think about it.”

The simple admission made Mazey’s heart leap, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

McKenna shot back, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. “Did you maybe want to try it again?”

Mazey's heart raced at the boldness of the question. She contemplated for a moment, shock rippling through her as she processed what McKenna was asking. But deep down, she knew it was exactly what she’d been hoping for. She took a gulp of her wine. “Yes. I was hoping you’d ask.”

With that, the air between them shifted, charged with anticipation. McKenna downed her glass of wine then leaned in slowly, the distance between them shrinking. Mazey could feel her breath quicken. Last time, it was Mazey who had initiated the kiss, and having McKenna take the lead this time felt different, exciting, nerve-wracking, and exhilarating all at once.

As soon as their lips touched, something ignited in Mazey. It was a spark, a warmth that spread through her like wildfire, overwhelming her senses. McKenna’s lips were soft and firm, and there was a confidence in the way she kissed that made Mazey melt into it. The world around them faded again, leaving only the two of them, lost in this moment that felt both familiar and entirely new.

Mazey’s fingers found their way to McKenna’s shoulder, wanting to pull her closer, to deepen the connection they were forging. This kiss was different; it wasn’t just a brush of lips, but a promise of something more, something she had been craving since their first encounter. She felt the electricity of their chemistry pulse between them, growing stronger with each passing second.

McKenna’s hand found its way to Mazey’s waist, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The kiss deepened, and Mazey melted into the embrace, savoring the taste of the wine on McKenna’s lips and the warmth of her body against hers. It was intoxicating, and Mazey felt as if she were flying, weightless and free, caught in a whirlwind of emotion.

Before she knew it, McKenna was untying the waist belt of her kimono and opening it like she was a gift ready to be unwrapped, pulling it over her shoulders, the silk sliding off her body with a fluid grace that made Mazey’s heart race. A part of her thought maybe she should stop McKenna, but the stronger impulse was to let it happen, to revel in the moment. As she felt the soft brush of silk against her skin, she silently thanked herself for putting on her best lingerie.

McKenna’s eyes looked at her body as though it was the one thing she desired most in the world and Mazey felt herself melting.

Mazey loved the feel of McKenna’s strong hands gliding over her body, each touch sending shivers down her spine. McKenna’s grip was firm on her hips as she kissed her again. Mazey had never been with a woman before and had no idea what her next move should be, but McKenna made light work of stripping her out of her lemon lace lingerie and pushing her down onto the day bed on the rooftop terrace. She felt the cool of the air run over her body and harden her nipples.

It felt like it had happened in seconds as suddenly she lay completely naked in front of McKenna and she felt a surprising rush of confidence. Usually, in these situations with men, she would feel self-conscious, but this was different. She felt sexy, empowered, and utterly free. Why did it feel so right?

“You are so fucking beautiful,” McKenna said, looking over her body.

Mazey felt herself blushing slightly, but making no moves to hide herself.

Happy to let McKenna take the reins, Mazey relaxed into the daybed, feeling the fabric beneath her cool against her heated skin. McKenna crawled on top of her, a teasing glint in her eye that sent Mazey’s pulse racing. She started by kissing her neck, the warmth of her lips igniting a fire between Mazey’s legs. She felt her legs parting instinctively. McKenna playfully bit her ear, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. Mazey let out a soft moan, surprised at how responsive she was to McKenna’s every move. As McKenna continued to kiss her neck, her hands trailed down Mazey’s body, hesitating above her breasts. Mazey’s breath caught in her throat, anticipation pooling deep inside her as she yearned for that next touch.

“You want me to continue?” McKenna whispered in her ear, the playfulness in her voice making Mazey’s heart race even faster.

“Yes, please,” Mazey begged, urgency lacing her voice. She had never in her life begged for someone’s touch, but this was different. Her need was all-consuming. “I need you…”

With a sultry smile, McKenna cupped Mazey’s breasts in her hands, rubbing her nipples in a circular motion that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Mazey could feel herself getting wetter, her breathing quickening as McKenna’s touch felt like fire against her skin. She had never experienced anything like this before. This blend of desire, vulnerability, and raw need.

McKenna kissed her chest, moving lower with a deliberate slowness that made Mazey ache for more. When McKenna’s hand rested between her thighs, pressing lightly against the wetness of her pussy, the gentle pressure made her gasp. “Feels a bit hot here,” McKenna teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mazey didn’t care if she had to beg; the way her body reacted to McKenna’s touch was undeniable. She had never wanted anything or anyone more. The heat pooling between her legs was a testament to the desire coursing through her. “Just…please,” Mazey murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She wanted to let McKenna do whatever she wanted, to explore this uncharted territory together.

“I need you…” Mazey moaned.

McKenna’s eyes darkened with desire, and she leaned closer, her breath warm against Mazey’s skin. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this… you…” she murmured, her voice low and intimate. The sincerity in her tone made Mazey’s heart swell with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She was used to men wanting her, but there was no depth to their desire. Not like this. This was more than just physical; it was a connection that seemed to deepen with every shared breath, every lingering touch. And with men, in recent years, it was very rare Mazey ever actually gave into their desire, she realized. Because, she never actually enjoyed it as much as she wanted to. Not like this. Every part of her body pulsed with a desperate need for more.

As McKenna continued to explore, Mazey surrendered completely, losing herself in the sensations flooding her body. She was ready to embrace this moment, to discover what lay ahead, and to see just how far they could take this beautiful exploration together. It was all new territory, but with McKenna, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“If people couldn’t hear us, I’d make you yell and beg for me to touch you,” McKenna whispered, her voice sultry and teasing.

Mazey felt a rush of heat at the thought. She wished she could just let loose, scream out her desire for McKenna to touch her, to explore every inch of her body. All the apprehension she had felt moments before had vanished, replaced by a deep hunger. She wanted McKenna’s fingers in her, deep inside her, feeling her body respond to that touch.

Deciding to take a bold step, Mazey locked her gaze with McKenna’s, her heart racing as she reached out to grab her bicep. “I want to feel you inside me,” she declared, her voice firm despite the butterflies in her stomach.

McKenna smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh, I want that more than you can imagine. But, I’m going to tease you a bit more first,” she replied, her tone playful yet filled with promise.

Mazey gasped as McKenna rubbed her fingers along her inner thighs, just barely grazing the sensitive skin. Every light touch ignited a flame within her, and she felt like she was on the edge of an explosion. The anticipation was maddening; she was so close to the release she craved. Just as she was about to take McKenna’s arm and pull her in, McKenna moved. With an expert flick of her wrist, she slid two fingers inside Mazey, filling her completely.

Mazey let out a sharp intake of breath, her body arching toward McKenna as the sensation overwhelmed her. It felt as if all her pent-up desires had been unleashed in that one electrifying moment. McKenna’s other hand began to massage her clit, adding to the exquisite pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Mazey was losing herself in a haze of ecstasy, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of them. Each thrust, each stroke, pulled her deeper into blissful oblivion. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that rocked her body. She was completely at McKenna’s mercy, and she relished every second of it.

“God, you feel incredible,” McKenna murmured, her breath warm against Mazey’s ear. The intimate words only intensified the heat pooling between Mazey’s thighs, making her ache for more.

“Don’t stop,” Mazey pleaded, the urgency in her voice making it clear just how much she wanted McKenna. She could feel the tension building inside her, each movement drawing her closer to the edge. The fire that ignited in her core was impossible to contain, and she could feel herself teetering on the brink of something magnificent.

“Just a little longer,” McKenna teased, her fingers expertly coaxing waves of pleasure from Mazey’s body. “I want to hear you come hard for me.”

Mazey whimpered, feeling a delicious tension coil tightly in her stomach. She wanted to scream, to express the overwhelming need surging through her, but the thrill of restraint mixed with her desire to unleash herself only heightened the experience. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her reactions, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

McKenna leaned in closer, as she continued to work her magic. The sensation of McKenna’s fingers beginning to fuck her harder, more deeply, the warmth of her body pressed against hers, and the sultry ambiance of the penthouse combined to create an atmosphere that was intoxicating and electric. With everything combined, Mazey could hardly contain herself as she surrendered fully to the experience. Her body was getting hotter and hotter.

“Please don’t stop,” Mazey begged, her voice trembling with need.

McKenna’s fingers moved with an expert rhythm, faster and harder, curving up to hit the perfect spot every time, each stroke sending shockwaves through Mazey’s body. Every caress brought her closer to the edge, but a part of her didn’t want this incredible feeling to end. She relished the pleasure, the way McKenna’s touch ignited her senses and made her feel alive in a way she had never experienced before.

“Just a little longer,” McKenna murmured, her eyes locked onto Mazey’s, filled with a mix of desire and mischief. Each time Mazey thought she was at her limit, McKenna would change her rhythm, drawing out the sensations, teasing her in a way that kept her teetering on the edge of bliss.

But the tension within Mazey was building, tightening like a coiled spring, and she could feel herself spiraling closer to release. The world around her faded, narrowing to just McKenna and the sensations washing over her.

Suddenly, it hit her like a truck. The orgasm crashed over her in a wave of ecstasy, leaving her breathless and gasping. Mazey felt her body pulsate, the aftershocks radiating through her legs as she lost herself completely in the moment. She bit down on her lip to stifle a scream, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume her entirely.

“Let it out, Mazey. I want to hear you,” McKenna encouraged, her voice a sultry whisper that sent another shiver of delight down Mazey’s spine.

The combination of McKenna’s words and the lingering sensations made Mazey feel as though she was floating, suspended in a euphoric haze. “I...I can’t,” she managed to say, breathless and overwhelmed.

“Yes, you can. Just let go,” McKenna urged, her fingers never ceasing their motion, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure from Mazey.

With one final push, Mazey surrendered, her body trembling as she released the moan that had been building inside her. The sound echoed through the room, raw and beautiful, mingling with the night air. In that moment, all her worries and fears melted away, leaving just the two of them, entwined in an intimate embrace.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Mazey opened her eyes, meeting McKenna’s gaze. The connection between them felt electric, filled with a sense of understanding and trust. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling lighter than air. It was a moment she would never forget, one that had transformed her in ways she never thought possible.

“Wow,” she breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “That was…incredible.”

McKenna grinned, the corners of her lips lifting in a way that made Mazey’s heart race.

“Didn’t know I had it in me,” Mazey teased, her voice still a bit breathless.

McKenna chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Mazey’s face. “Trust me, you did. You just needed the right person to help you find it.”

Mazey smiled, feeling the weight of the day’s worries slip away. “I never expected this evening to turn out like this.”

“Neither did I,” McKenna admitted. “But I’m glad it did.”

“Let’s move to the bedroom before we both pass out here.”

McKenna nodded and followed her to the bed. As sleep began to take hold, Mazey thought about how much had changed in such a short time. How she had stepped into the unknown and found something extraordinary. The last thing she remembered before drifting off was the comforting weight of McKenna beside her and the promise of a new day ahead.