Blazed: A Firefighter Romance

by Posey Parks

  Fifteen minutes to six, my eyes roved over my appearance in the bathroom mirror. I flung my freshly washed locks over my shoulder. My hands smoothed over the burgundy blouse and my jean clad thighs.

  My nerves were still on edge after we arrived at his house. Chandler had a huge cock. Could he even fit inside my pussy?

  “May I have a glass of wine please?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Make it two.” I slid onto the bar stool at the kitchen counter.

  Chandler fulfilled my request.

  He placed two glasses in front of me. Chandler chugged half the contents of one of the glasses, as he slid onto the stool next to me. “Baby, don’t be nervous. My tongue has licked that good pussy several times. Now we’re just adding my dick to the equation.”

  “Your big cock, Chandler.”

  I gulped down the first glass of wine. After the shitty headache this morning, you’d think I wouldn’t be able to drink again.

  “Gabrielle, I’ll make you come first. Does that make you feel better?”

  “A little, yes.” I stared into his eyes.

  “Chandler, you’re drop dead gorgeous. And you want to lose your virginity to me.” I tightly gripped my hair.

  He chuckled. Was he laughing at me?

  “Baby, I came to your job and threatened a man who wanted you. There was another guy there who glared at me as I was leaving.”

  My eyes widened.

  “I shot his ass a look, then I approached him too. Two guys in one day I had to put in check because they wanted my beautiful woman. I’d check a hundred more. You are my solitude, Gabrielle.”

  I tangled our fingers. “I didn’t tell you about him. Thought you’d think I was leading men on. I was being kind.”

  “Too kind, Gabby.”

  I caressed his stubbled cheek. “We’re in a relationship.” I visibly swallowed, then hopped off the stool.

  “Yup, if you think about it, we’ve been in a committed relationship for a while.”

  A tear slid down my cheek. “You’re right. We have. I wasn’t interested in another man. Only you.”

  Chandler stepped in front of me. The padding of his thumb swept the tear away.

  “See, and I only had eyes for you.”

  My heart thudded against my chest. It was on the verge of breaking free.

  “I’m a work in progress, Chandler.” I stared at the floor.

  He lifted my chin with his index finger. “Baby, you know I am. That’s why we’re good for each other.”

  “Yeah?” My head fell against his broad chest.

  “Yes, Gabrielle. I want you in every way.” His hand swept along the nape of my neck.

  “Chandler, as afraid of love as I am, my heart beats faster every time you’re near.”

  He encased my lips. “I know you love me.” My heart hit the floor and I couldn’t breathe.

  “Chandler,” I cried.

  “Hey, hey, it’s ok, baby. I love you, too.”

  I fell apart in his arms. All of my emotions unleashed. All the ones I tried to hide from him. “Don’t hurt me, Chandler.”

  “Shush, everything will be just fine.” Chandler squeezed my hand and led the way to his bedroom. Night had fallen behind the thick gray curtains. We were alone together in his beautiful house. I felt safe with him. The thought of losing him in a fire sat on my conscious most days. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.

  Chandler grew out his hair a little for me. His hair swept over his ears and touched the nape of his neck. I loved it longer. My fingertips swept over his gray button-down shirt. I unbuttoned the first five buttons. He tugged the shirt over his head.

  My shoulders relaxed as I peered up into his eyes.

  He kissed my nose.

  I smiled. “Baby, the heated floors under our bare feet feels so good.”

  Chandler chuckled. “See, you could have been toasty the night of the cold weather snap.”

  “I guess I don’t have to worry about the cold spots and hot conditions when baking in my apartment anymore,” I grinned.

  His face lit up. “Thank god. Baby, your bed was killing my back.”

  I slammed my palm into his chest. “Chandler.”

  “Gabrielle, I suffered through the pain because I wanted to hold you in my arms.”

  My lips fell against his. “I am so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I’d do it all over again.”

  I looped my arms around his neck. “I’m so thankful you’re my man.”

  “I’m thankful for you, too Gabby. The way you take care of me when I have an episode means the world to me.”

  “I always will, Chandler.” My fingers splayed his big pecs as my tongue slid along his neck. He gripped my ass, with one hand, and tugged my hair back with the other. His tongue slithered along my collar bone.

  “Shit, Chandler.” I unbuttoned his jeans and my fingers slid inside his boxers.

  “Fuck, you are rock hard.”

  “Damn, right. Only for you.”

  “Yes, I love it.”

  Chandler shoved his jeans and boxers down his legs, then kicked them aside. His big ass cock pressed against my belly. The urge to suck that gorgeous pink mushroom head was pushing me to drop to my knees. I inched down.

  “Not yet.” He pulled me back up.

  “I want to see that mocha body without a stitch of clothing.”

  He sat on the bed, framing my thighs. I whipped my blouse over my head, revealing my pink satin bra. He swirled his tongue over my nipple through the thin fabric. I gripped the back of his head.

  “Chandler, baby.”

  I unhooked my bra, and it dropped forward between us. He unfastened my jeans, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down my legs. Chandler wasted no time, yanking my pants off and flinging them aside. He nipped my pussy lips through my panties. “Jesus, Chandler.”

  I was already done for. This man knew how to please me. He flipped down one side of my panties, kissing my ass cheek, then leaned to the other side and repeated the same movement—driving me fucking insane. My body trembled in his arms. A light breeze whipped across my pussy as he glided my panties over my hips. He darted his tongue into my heat and I stumbled. Chandler cradled my ass, swept me off my feet, then laid me in the center of the bed. I leaned up into his lips, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. Chandler’s tongue took control claiming mine. I widened my legs underneath him and slipped my fingers into my soaked pussy. I hadn’t touched myself in front of him. He placed his hand over mine, pushing my finger inside my hole.

  Our gazes locked. “See how wet you get for me?” His lips tipped up at one end. “I fucking love it,” he growled into my neck.

  My entire body vibrated. I slipped my wet fingers between his pink lips. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he sucked my juices off of his fingers. Fuck that was sexy. Chandler’s lips brushed over my nipples as his cock rocked against my pussy. My skin heated under his touch.

  “Chandler, oh shit.”

  I grabbed his tanned muscled arms as I circled my pussy against his cock.

  “Hold on, baby. I will give you this dick.”

  I licked my lips.

  CHANDLER

  I FELL IN LOVE WITH Gabrielle the night we baked cakes together. I opened up to her about my mother. And she challenged me. Pushed me to tell her more. On top of that, when we were apart, I missed her desperately.

  I gazed into those brown eyes.

  She caressed my face. “Chandler, I want it all with you. Our...future...together.”

  My forehead dropped against hers. “God, baby. Me too.”

  Gabrielle was willing to give marriage a chance.

  Devouring her nipples, I slid my fingers through her wet folds, and into her tight hole that would be gushing cum in just a moment. Leaning on my forearm, I bit her chin as I finger fucked her. It was delightful watching my woman come undone for me. I had already released her inner freak, but tonight she was expressing what she wanted.


  “Chandler, rub my clit. Please, baby.”

  I smiled then dipped between her legs, sucking her greedy little nub.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she shouted.

  “That’s what you really wanted. All you had to do was ask me to eat your pussy, baby.”

  “I’m coming already.”

  Her body shivered under me. And just like that, gush, gush, gush. She gushed into my welcoming mouth. Her fingers tugged my hair as she bucked my mouth. I twisted my face into her convulsing pussy. Her back arched off the bed.

  I peeked over her belly. Her breasts rose and fell. I sat up on my knees and pressed my cock into her tight hole.

  “Chandler.” Just the tip of my large dick had her on alert. It was cute. She was about to take all of my cock. I circled my thumb over her clit to distract her from the initial penetration. Slowly, I pushed inside her.

  “Chandler, it hurts.”

  “Not for long, baby. I’m almost there.”

  She was so fucking tight. I slipped back a little then plowed inside her.

  “Chandler,” she cried.

  I hovered over her still inside her. Our fingers threaded together as did our lips.

  “I won’t hurt you, Gabrielle.” One swift move I slammed inside her pussy.

  “Chandler,” she cried out again.

  I pushed back and forth inside her tight walls.” Eyes hooded, I enjoyed her goodness squeezing my cock in the best way. Never had plans of pulling out. I’d fill her womb with every drop of my cum. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Gripping her ass, I pushed deeper inside her.

  “Oh, yes. Oh my god, your dick feels so good. Come inside me, Chandler.”

  My eyes swept over her beautiful, pleasurable features. Gabrielle found her rhythm. Her budding pussy swallowed my cock each time.

  “This is incredible, Chandler.”

  “Baby, this is the fucking best sensation I ever felt in my life.”

  Our lips locked. Gabrielle was everything I wanted. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her, she’d be the woman who healed me. Our sloppy kisses were borderline hypnotic. We were tranquil. One body connected. Her fingernails dug into my back as she came hard. Gripping her thighs, I sat up on my knees again and pulled her pussy onto my dick repeatedly. Watching her fall apart from this angle was something I’d need to see every day. The woman you love shattering beneath you in a million tantalizing pieces of pleasure was pure bliss. “I told you, Gabrielle, you’d take every inch...of...this...dick,” I growled, as I came deep inside her womb.

  She flashed a lazy smile as her fingers threaded her silky locks. “Eso fue épico”

  “What?” my brow wrinkled.

  “I said that was epic in Spanish.”

  GABRIELLE WAS BAKING the cakes for the charity at my house, Sunday night. She took Monday off of work. I was excited she agreed to move in with me. I’d hire a moving company to pack and move her belongings to my house.

  “Gabrielle, will you be ok at the firehouse if a call comes in and I have to leave?”

  “Baby, they are all so nice to me at the firehouse. I will be just fine. Smooch insisted I make myself comfortable in his kitchen. I’ll be in my element.”

  My lips pressed against her temple. We made love all night long. We could barely get out of bed this afternoon.

  “The best features of this kitchen are the two dual ovens. You didn’t have to have the other installed.”

  “I did if I wanted you to move in. You need to cook in a state-of-the-art kitchen. Also, no more procrastinating. I’ll set up a meeting with Seth. I’ll be right there with you while you two discuss the terms of the loan.”

  She sighed. “Ok.”

  My brows rose. “Ok?”

  “I’ll talk to Matthew.”

  I laughed.

  “What?”

  “You can call him Seth.”

  “I like calling him Matthew even if it is his middle name.”

  “Ok.”

  We each iced a cake.

  “I’ll decorate the cakes once I am at the firehouse. I want to add several firehouse embellishments I specially ordered.”

  “That’s a nice touch. Take plenty of pictures.”

  “I will. The judges are coming to each firehouse, right?”

  “Yes.”

  The way she swayed through my house in nothing but my T-shirt; fuck it was the biggest turn on. The extra shifts came to an end because I wanted to spend time with Gabrielle. I was elated she’d be here every day.

  Living and enjoying life with her made me the happiest man in the world.

  “Chandler, hello?”

  I blinked twice. “Sorry, I am here. Just thinking about you.”

  “Tonight, I think we should only make love once.” She wiggled her nose.

  “No, we have one more batch of cakes to make. We should be done with the final batch by eight.”

  “True,” she snickered. “Two good times.”

  “Three.” I crushed her lips. “I plan to pull that last orgasm from that tight pussy of yours.”

  “Oh, you better.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  GABRIELLE

  Breanna’s eyes followed me around the firehouse kitchen. If the bitch wanted to say something, she needed to get it off her chest. Or, she could go back to her workstation.

  Chief Brennings clapped his hands as he stepped into the kitchen. “Gabrielle, you didn’t have to make a personal red velvet cake just for me twice now.” He had to be about six-one. He was an inch shorter than Chandler. “But I thank you. It was delicious.”

  His brown complected bearded face brightened. He had thick black brows, low cut fade, and a solid build.

  “It was my pleasure. I’m pleased that everyone has had a chance to enjoy my baking.”

  “Gabrielle, any time you want to bake anything we’ll take it,” he chuckled. “I know you have last-minute work to perform on the cakes. I’ll let you get back to it.”

  I nodded.

  The firefighters were off performing their duties. It was quiet. I placed the firehouse embellishments on the German chocolate cake. I also wanted to add piping to a few cakes.

  I rounded the counter, grabbed a mug, and poured myself a cup of coffee.

  “You’re still here?” Breanna snarled.

  I only knew who she was because every time I came to the firehouse to see Chandler, her eyes followed me around.

  “Good morning.” I sipped the piping hot coffee as I returned to my workstation.

  “Nothings good about it. I can’t stand seeing your face all the time.”

  Her pretty almond complected face contorted.

  “That’s too bad. Get over it. I’m not going anywhere. Chandler is my man. He told you not to bother me.” I stretched my arms. “Yet, here you are. Can’t help yourself. Huh? Breanna, he doesn’t want you. Find a man who does.”

  “Fuck you.” She pressed her palms on the counter. “You don’t know how he feels about me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Girl, you are in denial. Let him go or else I’ll help you leave him alone. Don’t fuck with me, bitch.”

  She stood there seething.

  “What’s it going to be? You’re at work, I’m not.” I stepped back around the counter and stared at her. “We don’t even have to go for blows here. We can meet outside the firehouse. I’ll beat your ass.”

  “Gabrielle, is everything ok?” My heart lurched.

  “Yes, Daniel.”

  I thought he’d gone with Chandler and the rest of the team.

  He stepped closer. “Watkins, if you don’t leave her alone, I will report you to the chief for harassment.”

  She sucked her teeth and walked off.

  “Thank you, Daniel.” I patted his arm.

  His brown eyes followed me. He leaned against the counter, running his hand over his pale face.

  “I thought you were gone.”

  “No, I stayed behind to complete gear check.”

  “Oh, ok. I’m a l
ittle nervous about the bake off.”

  “Don’t be. You’ve got it in the bag.”

  I smiled. “Did you always want to be a firefighter?”

  “Ever since I was a little boy.”

  “Was anyone in your family firefighters?”

  “Yes. My dad. He was inside of a building that exploded.”

  My hand flew over my mouth. After my initial shock, I placed my hand over his. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  He placed his hand on top of mine. “Thank you, Gabrielle.”

  A chill rocked my body. It was creepy the way he looked at me. Slowly, I pulled my hand back.

  “Does Cassady make you happy?”

  “Yes. He asked me to move in with him,” I screeched.

  I couldn’t contain my excitement.

  “As long as he makes you happy.”

  “Daniel, he does. I’ve never been so happy in my life.” “Congratulations. I better get back to work.” He offered a forced smile.

  I waved as he walked away.

  Twenty-minutes later, the judges arrived. Hands cupped behind my back; I kept my distance only answering questions as the judges needed. There was a lot of head nodding and eyes rolling in the back of their heads as they tasted the cakes. I took that as a good sign. The moment the judges left in route to the other firehouse, I placed the remainder of the cake slices in individual baggies and stored them in a box on the counter.

  I RECLINED IN THE OVERSIZED tub. The steam rose from my skin. The sudsy water danced under my neck. My limbs needed to soak.

  My cell rang. I shook my wet hand and pressed the speaker button. “Hello.”

  “Hey, baby. What are you doing?”

  “Taking a bath. My body hurts from our perfect weekend and standing all day today at the firehouse.”

  “Our entire team thanks you for the delicious cakes you made.”

  “It was my pleasure.”

  “You’ll be happy to know...”

  “Chandler.” I sat up in the tub. “Know what?” The eagerness and excitement could be heard in my voice.

  “We won.”

  “Ah,” I screamed.

  “That is wonderful. Now I have award winning cakes,” I joked.