Hellfire in High Heels (Hellfire Series Book 4)

by James, Elle

  He drew in a sharp breath, leaned closer and whispered against her neck. “The only way to go.” The firefighter tongued the pulse beating at the base of her throat.

  “Mmm, yes,” she said as she curled her hand around his cock and pushed lower to cup his balls.

  He placed his hand over hers. “Don’t tease.”

  She rolled his sac in her fingers, her gaze seeking his dark eyes. “Does this feel like I’m teasing?”

  “Some women like to take a man to the edge and leave him hanging.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m not one of them.” She squeezed gently, and then slid her hand up his cock. “I don’t start anything I’m not willing to finish.”

  “Good.” He gripped her ass and carried her to the kitchen, swept the salt and pepper shakers off the table with his arm, and set her bottom on the edge. Then he stood back, the motion forcing her to remove her hand from his jeans.

  Lola frowned. “Are you teasing me now?”

  “No, but I want you to know an experienced woman has nothing on me.” His brows descended. “Say no now, and I’ll walk away.”

  “Or?” She parted her legs and rubbed her fingers over her pulsing pussy. God, she was hot. The intensity of Flannigan’s expression made her want to strip off the rest of her clothes and jump on his dick.

  Sweet Jesus, she’d gone far too long without sex. She lifted her chin and waited for his next move.

  “Or, I’m going to blow your mind.”

  “Blow, baby, blow.” Lola arched her back and released the catch on her bra. For a moment, she wondered if the slight sag to her breasts would turn off a younger man who’d probably seen more women with perky, young breasts than Lola had seen naked men.

  If she hadn’t been studying his face, she might have missed the slight flare of his eyes as the bra fell away.

  By the expression on his face, the man wasn’t turned off. In fact, his zipper had slipped lower, and his cock sprang free, jutting straight out—hard, thick and ready.

  Flannigan bent over her and pressed his lips to her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and rolled the tip on his tongue. Then he nipped.

  “Ouch!” She laced her fingers into his hair and pulled. “Those are attached.”

  He moved to the other and licked the nipple into a tight bead. “I noticed.” Then he drew it into his mouth and sucked hard.

  Lola moaned and clutched the back of his head, urging him to take as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.

  He laved, sucked and nibbled until she squirmed on the tabletop.

  Without raising his head, he urged her to lie back on the table. As he blazed a trail over her ribs and down her abdomen with his mouth, his hands worked the button loose on her shorts and slipped the garment down her legs. The shorts fell to the floor, leaving only a lace thong covering her sex.

  The firefighter slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band, and he cupped her sex, dipping a finger into her pussy.

  Lola moaned and spread her legs.

  His hand was hot against her skin. His finger felt so good. But, it wasn’t enough. Lola squirmed again, laid a hand over his and pressed him closer, encouraging him to fit more of his fingers inside her.

  He obliged, swirling around the juices.

  Lola moaned.

  “Like that?” he asked.

  “I might,” she said, her tone tight, her breathing ragged.

  Then he edged her panties lower, parted her folds, and blew a warm stream of air over her clit.

  Lola gasped and came up on her elbows. “For Pete’s sake, don’t tease me!”

  “Do you want more?” he asked, his thumbs looping through the straps of her thong.

  “Yes!” she managed to say on a rush of air.

  He ripped off the panties, wedged himself between her thighs and dropped to his knees.

  Oh, sweet heaven, the man did know what a woman wanted.

  Lola lay back on the table, grasping the edge, prepared to experience the joys of sex.

  Flannigan parted her folds and stroked one long, work-roughened finger across her clit and down to her damp entrance.

  Tossing her head, Lola gasped, “Oh, my.”

  He chuckled. “Hit the spot?”

  “Oh, yesss!”

  The rumble of his laughter was offset a second later by a cool stream of air blown over her heated center.

  Lola’s breath hitched and held in anticipation of what might come next. She wasn’t disappointed when he flicked her clit with his tongue.

  Lola arched her back off the table and clung to his hair. “Sweet tea and grits, that’s the spot. Oh, yes! That’s the spot.”

  “Thought it might be,” he said, his breath warm against her pussy.

  With that wonderful tongue, he teased, tapped and twirled the sensitive nubbin, until tingling started at her center and shot out to the farthest reaches of her extremities, sizzling a path of nerves to the point Lola tipped over the edge, her body tense and throbbing with her orgasm.

  He didn’t let up his ministrations until she lay back against the table, as limp as a dishrag, too spent to move a muscle but not ready for the encounter to be over.

  A chuckle rose with Flannigan as he straightened between her legs, his cock jutting forward, hard and thick.

  Though movement was a struggle, Lola managed to push herself up onto her elbows. She refused to be outdone by the sassy firefighter. He might have proved he was capable of making her squeal, but she was up to the challenge. “I call your bet and raise the ante.” She slipped off the edge of the table, thinking she’d never be able to look at it as purely a place for eating food again. Eating, yes. Food, not so much.

  With as much grace as she could muster, she stood, naked and proud, and held out her hand. “Protection?”

  Flannigan’s brows furrowed then lifted. “Oh, yeah.” He pulled his wallet from his pocket and extracted a condom, handing it to her. Then he tossed the wallet on the table.

  She held the foil packet in her hand for a moment, and then turned on her bare heel and walked toward her bedroom, giving him her backside, naked from head to toe. She knew her body wasn’t a young twenty-something, but she was fit, her muscles were well-defined and tight. She could bounce a quarter off her abs. She knew, because she’d tried it.

  She’d taken a total of five steps when a growl sounded behind her, and she was scooped off her feet and carried at a much-quicker pace to the bedroom at the back of the apartment.

  She lay an arm over his shoulders and quirked an eyebrow. “You know I can walk like normal people.”

  “You’re not normal, and you walk too slowly,” he said, his tone raspy.

  His grip on her felt tight to the point of almost painful. A thrill of excitement ripped through Lola. This was a man who knew passion and kept it under control. Her challenge was to shake his control.

  Once he passed through her bedroom door, Flannigan tossed her on the bed and stood back. “I have to go.”

  What the hell? Lola blinked, her only outward reaction to his announcement. From the look of his narrowed eyes, this had been his plan all along. Thinking quickly, she knew she had to use the big guns to make this man stay and service her.

  She rolled onto her side and slid the condom package from her hip up to the curve of her breast, and then flicked the tip of a nipple with the package. “Sure you won’t stay a little longer and put this little gem to use?”

  “I have better things to do,” he said, though his gaze followed the path of the foil square.

  Moving her hand, she brushed the condom across her belly and down to the juncture of her thighs, and then slowly rolled to her back. “Better?” She raised her brows, not that he was looking at her face.

  His cock was as hard and straight as a tire iron, ready to jack her up.

  Lola eased off the bed. “Let me show you to the door, since you’re in a hurry to leave.” She stopped in front of him and danced her fingers across his bare chest and downward, skimming over hi
s ribs, past his belly button, following the arrow of hair to the thatch disappearing into his sagging jeans. His cock jerked in anticipation of her touch.

  Yeah, he wanted her, but why was he fighting that most natural of urges?

  Lola refused to let him leave before she’d had her way with him. Starting with his dick. She wrapped her fingers around it and tugged gently. “Unless you can think of another reason to stay a little longer.”

  His jaw flexed with tension. “I really need to leave.”

  She nodded and gave him a fake pout. “I understand. Say hello to Chance.” She reached lower and cupped his balls. “No, I’ll tell him myself.”

  Flannigan stood still, his breaths coming in rapid, shallow intakes. He gripped her arms and lowered her to her knees.

  Lola didn’t fight the commanding movement. This was where she’d planned to be even if he hadn’t placed her there.

  The thrill of anticipation made her pulse beat faster. She knelt before him, her face in front of his cock. “No going back now.” She touched the tip of his shaft with her tongue.

  A droplet of come slipped out.

  Lola licked it off, loving the musky flavor of him. Then she traced the head of his penis at an excruciatingly slow pace, paying him back for giving her a condom, and then threatening to leave without using it.

  No effing way.

  Her core ached with a need only his hard shaft could satisfy. He wasn’t going anywhere until he’d taken her to a higher point in the stratosphere.

  No, sir.

  And she wouldn’t let him go until she’d rocked his world so completely, he’d wish he was Chance Grayson, the man of her lust-filled dreams.

  Lola wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and touched her tongue to the tip, swirling around its velvety smoothness. Then she let go.

  His chest swelled on his quickly indrawn breath.

  Good. He wasn’t immune.

  She cupped his balls in her palm and rolled them as though they were Chinese baoding balls, handling them gently but firmly.

  As she touched him there, she slid her tongue around the rim of his head, making a full circle before she trailed down his length and back up again. At the top, she enclosed him in her mouth.

  As if he were trying to fight his own instinct, he raised his hands slowly and buried them in her hair. His fingertips dug into her scalp, urging her to take more.

  Lola did, taking his full length, all the way to the back of her throat while twisting her tongue around his girth.

  Flannigan pulled himself almost all the way out.

  Lola reached out, grabbed his buttocks and brought him back into her.

  At first, he moved in and out with an easy rhythm.

  Lips stretching, Lola made him go faster, guiding him by flexing her hands and squeezing his tight, sexy ass.

  Soon, the firefighter was pumping in and out of her, his head thrown back, his jaw tight.

  Yes, this was where she wanted him. Lola willed him to lose all control and come in her mouth.

  She brought him close; she could feel it in the way his body tensed. Just a little more, and she’d have him.

  At that precise moment, Flannigan pulled free.

  Noooo. Lola blinked up at him.

  He hooked his hands beneath her arms and stood her on her feet. “You will not make me lose control. Do you hear me?” He gave her arms a little shake.

  Her lips curled into a feline smile. “Of course not. You have complete control.” She pressed a hand to his chest. “Don’t you want to lie down and let me show you just how much control you have?”

  He shook his head, his breaths coming in labored pants, like a dog after a challenging run.

  Lola schooled her face to keep a triumphant grin from spreading across her face. She gave him a slight push.

  He fell onto the bed, his dick protruding from his jeans, his boots still on his feet.

  She straddled his leg backward and bent over, giving him full view of her ass and pussy, while she tugged off a boot. Then she stepped over his other thigh and removed the other.

  While she was still bent over, a hand smacked her ass, the sound sharper than the pain.

  Mmm. She practically purred. “Yes, spank me. I’ve been a very bad girl.”

  He smacked her other cheek, a little harder this time.

  She turned and straddled both legs, gripped the waistband of his jeans and pulled them over his slim hips and down his magnificent thighs and calves.

  He kicked them away with an impatient flick of his legs. Then he scooted back on the bed. “Come here, woman,” he commanded.

  “As you wish.” Lola crawled up his thickly muscled body like a cat playing with its prey. She bent her elbows and dragged her breasts over his cock, pausing long enough to squeeze his length between them.

  She skimmed her nipples over his belly, ribs and, finally, to his hard, tattooed chest. “I’m here.” She rubbed her sex over the length of his cock before stopping with the tip nudging her entrance. “Your wish is my command.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Fuck me.”

  She smiled and leaned back to grab the condom where it lay on the bed beside him. As if she wasn’t the one on fire in anticipation of what was to come, she took her time to open the packet, fiddling with the foil until he ripped it from her hands.

  In less than a second, he had it open, the condom out and rolled over his enormous dick. By the jerky movements of his hands, his control was unraveling. Then he lifted her by her hips and settled her over his erection. “Now. Fuck me.”

  She nodded, her quivering body past ready for this final act, the one that would fill the lonely space inside. A place that hadn’t been touched since the death of her dearly departed husband of ten beautiful years

  Flannigan, the loathsome, cranky, bully of a firefighter, would be her first foray into sex in six years. Six long years without a man to fill that empty space inside.

  She sank downward. Once she was fully seated, she slowed her breaths to allow her channel time to adjust to his length and girth.

  This was what she’d missed. And the conversation and laughter. She missed so much about her husband. But she’d promised him on his deathbed that she’d move on. Just because he’d had cancer and died, she didn’t have to die with him.

  And now, she needed to be reminded of how alive she was.

  Luckily, Flannigan was doing a damned good job of reminding her.

  CHAPTER 4

  DANIEL COULDN’T BELIEVE how good Lola felt on top of him and how good he felt inside her. Her pussy gripped him, holding him firmly within. The woman had tight thighs and everything else. She didn’t look or feel twelve years older than him.

  And what did it matter she was that much older than him? She was right. Older women knew more about pleasing a man than the younger, more naïve ones. How could Chance have missed this little gem? How had he so easily dismissed Lola’s obvious charms? All because a few lousy years?

  He pumped up into her, loving how she tightened her pelvic muscles, squeezing his dick like nobody’s business.

  He had to focus on the wall behind her to keep from prematurely ejaculating. God, she had him wound up so tightly, he couldn’t think or see straight. All his hot blood raced to his erection, failing to feed his brain so that he could think.

  On the very edge of orgasm, he stopped, lifted her up and off him then pushed to his knees.

  He flipped Lola onto her stomach, raised her hips and plunged into her from behind.

  “Now you’re getting the hang of it,” Lola said, wriggling her ass for his pleasure.

  He thrust in and out, his hands on her hips, slamming her backward against him.

  Sensations exploded in and around him. He thrust one last time then bent over her and captured her breasts in his hands. He remained buried in her until the pulsing lessened and his heart resumed its flow of blood to his brain cells.

  He eased Lola down to the mattress and rolled them onto their sides,
maintaining their connection, his cock still thick and hard inside her. He liked the way she felt encasing him, her bottom pressed to his groin and the backs of her thighs resting against the front of his. Being with Lola was as close to heaven as Daniel could recall ever being.

  But he’d be damned if he let her know. She was cocky, too sure of her bedroom skills and would use that knowledge against him in some way, shape or form or another.

  He had to make it clear that she should not be calling 911 for non-emergencies. And he needed to make it very clear that Chase Grayson was not the right man for her. His friend didn’t even know she existed. Or how good she was in bed, or even how sexy her legs were wrapped around a man’s waist. “I need to go.”

  This time Lola didn’t try to delay him. She rolled onto her back and touched herself down there, where he’d been licking, nibbling and fucking her.

  Sweet Jesus, he almost fell getting out of the bed. He had to leave immediately, or risk falling back on top of her and doing it all over again.

  After scooping up his clothes, he ran from the room, zipping his jeans. All the way through the house, he could hear Lola chuckle.

  She had him, and she knew it.

  Well, he’d show her. The next time she called for rescue, he’d ignore the call and let Chance handle it. He would do his job and leave. Grayson wouldn’t fall for Lola’s sexual innuendos or ridiculous shoes. He’d rescue her from whatever bullshit emergency she cooked up and go on about his business.

  Daniel bolted for the front door, still pulling on his boots. When he stepped outside, he straightened, smoothing his hair, and tried to act natural.

  Mr. Harden sat on his front porch in a rocking chair. When he spied Daniel, he nodded his head in rhythm with the rocking, a smirk on his face.

  Daniel glared. What did the old man know anyway?

  He marched to his truck, climbed in, carefully, so as not to hurt his still-hard cock and drove home to a cold shower and an even colder bed. He refused to acknowledge the truth.

  Lola Engel had taught him a thing or two about what he really wanted in a woman.