Big Hose (a firefighter single mom romantic comedy) (Size Matters Book 2)

by Blake Wilder

  When her hands started to drift lower, I grasped her wrists and lifted them to the pillow next to her head. I had a surprise for her. One she’d like. One that would keep her roving hands away from my cock.

  I reached beneath the pillow where her head rested and pulled out a pair of velvet-lined cuffs.

  “Jake,” she whispered.

  I ran the short chain around one of the rungs in my headboard, then I clasped her wrists together with the cuffs.

  I liked the way she shuddered, the way her eyes drifted closed. When she opened them, I saw desire laced with the tiniest bit of uncertainty.

  “Here, feel this,” I said, showing her that she wasn’t truly trapped. With her hands cuffed together this way, it was simple for her to unfasten the latch, to free her wrists. “Once you get to know me better, we’re getting the real deal and your freedom will come when I decide, but this is all still new. If you get scared, if it’s too much for you, just hit that latch and shake them off. Okay?”

  The smile she graced me with was full of trust. I savored it, drank it in. She was easy to please, which made me want to do it even more.

  She left the cuffs fastened around her wrists, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I moved lower. I stopped briefly, taking a few moments to suck on her nipples, then I slid farther down.

  Hope jerked when I opened her with my thumbs on each side of her pussy, parting it so that I had unobstructed access to her clit. I sucked it into my mouth the same way I had her nipples.

  I kept my arms over her thighs, holding her ass tight to the mattress as I nibbled, licked, and sucked.

  Hope cried out my name several times, peppering it with a few “oh my Gods” and “holy shits.”

  I glanced up and grinned when she said, “Please, please. I need you.”

  It took a few seconds before she realized I’d stopped. Her eyes opened slowly, our gazes connecting.

  “Begging?” I teased.

  She sighed. “Dammit. Yes.”

  “Don’t stop,” I urged, hedging my bets and making sure I got my way by slipping two fingers inside her. She was soaking wet, nearly dripping with her arousal. Hope Connor was damn good for the ego.

  “Oh my God. Jake, I can’t take it. Too good,” she said as I slid my fingers in and out, slowly, curving them until I found the sweet spot inside that had her keening like a cat in heat.

  Within sixty seconds, her vocabulary had shrunk to just one word that she repeated over and over. “Please.”

  I kept sliding in and out, stroking her G-spot. The first orgasm was coming this way and it didn’t take Hope long to figure out the same thing.

  “Jake,” she cried. “Oh God, I think…I’m coming.”

  I rubbed her clit with my thumb, recalling how that set her off like a bottle rocket the other night on the couch. It worked again.

  She came roughly, her body shaking as she said my name. I liked the sound of it on her lips, but I wasn’t going to be satisfied until she was screaming it.

  I slowed the thrusting of my fingers as her climax waned. Once it had passed, I pulled them out completely.

  “Not bad for the first one.”

  She frowned. “First?”

  “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve got at least three more of those ahead of you tonight.”

  She smiled weakly. “I’ll be dead by morning.”

  I kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m a trained EMT. No worries.”

  “Take off your pants,” she said again. The woman was tenacious.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I said, my next means of distraction would hopefully make her forget all about my damn jeans. Hell, if I did it right, she’d forget her own name.

  “What?”

  I glanced to where she’d laid her purse by my bedroom door. “Mind if I grab it? Seeing as how you’re tied up at the moment.”

  “I hardly think the vibrator is necessary. You’re pretty damn good with your fingers and mouth. I can’t even begin to imagine how good it’s going to be with the real deal.” Her eyes drifted to my jeans. My cock was thick and hard and too fucking ready to roll. I shifted, sitting with my back to her on the edge of the bed, hoping she hadn’t caught sight of the outline of it.

  Rising, I crossed the room to her purse. The vibrator was on top, making me think she’d thrown it in at the last minute. I wondered if she’d debated bringing it at all.

  It was my turn to frown when I pulled it from the bag. “Jesus,” I murmured.

  I glanced up at Hope, who was beautifully naked and handcuffed to my bed. That was a sight I was going to see in my dreams until the day I died.

  She gave me a sheepish grin. “Everything okay?”

  I held the vibrator up. “You couldn’t find a bigger one?”

  My question seemed to amuse her and she started laughing. “I was in a pretty desperate state when I went online for that.”

  “Used it yet?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  I sighed, torn between laughing and—God—maybe even crying. Hope had bought the biggest vibrator I’d ever seen, but it still wasn’t as big as me. If she couldn’t take this…

  I pushed that thought away.

  “Batteries in it?”

  She nodded.

  “Give me two seconds.” I walked to the bathroom and washed it off, then I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t sure how Hope couldn’t see my pained expression. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted my next breath. I glanced at the vibrator again.

  “Here goes everything,” I muttered to my reflection.

  When I walked back into my bedroom, my chest tightened at the sight of Hope, lying there, waiting for me, her body flushed from her first orgasm.

  I placed one knee on the bed next to her. “This is a pretty ambitious toy to start with.”

  “I’ve always been an overachiever.”

  I bent down to kiss her, then lay down next to her. Switching the speed on low, I raised myself up on my elbow. “Open your legs, Hope.”

  She didn’t hesitate. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

  I pressed the tip of the toy to her clit and she jerked, gasped. “Holy shit. I don’t think I can take another one of those orgasms. Seriously, Jake. I’m still quivery inside from the last one.”

  “Tough,” I whispered, pressing my lips against the shell of her ear as I touched her with the vibrator again. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

  She was prepared this time, but that didn’t mean her reaction wasn’t just as intense. The third time I touched her clit, I held the vibrator in place. Within seconds, Hope was lifting her hips toward it. She needed it inside her.

  “Jake.”

  I sat up by her hip, wanting an unobstructed view of her face and her pussy as I introduced her to the toy. Placing the head inside her, I paused. It stretched her more than my fingers, but she didn’t wince, didn’t ask me to stop.

  “How do you want it, Hope?” I asked.

  Her brows furrowed, confused by my question. “What?”

  “Slow and deep?” I pushed the vibrator in a couple more inches.

  “God,” she breathed. “Yes.”

  I pulled it out a little bit, then pushed in deeper. Hope’s upward thrust gained her another inch. I worked it inside with a slow in and out motion. She was wet, which helped it glide in. It was nearly halfway when she started to tremble.

  “Hope?”

  “So good,” she whispered. “So fucking good.”

  “You haven’t heard your other option,” I murmured.

  Her eyes opened. “Other option?”

  “Slow and deep or…fast and hard?” I punctuated that question with a quick thrust that had her crying out, not in pain, but in pleasure.

  “Shit. That. God, I want that.”

  The vibrator was sliding in and out a good eight inches, but she didn’t complain. Jesus. Far from it. She kept begging me for more, pleading with me to go faster, harde
r.

  Within a few minutes, she came, loudly, but I didn’t stop. I was too enthralled, too fascinated, too determined to push her limits. I had to know.

  Had to…

  Have her.

  I increased the speed on the toy, taking it to high, even as she screamed and shuddered and pleaded. Moving, I knelt between her legs, running my free hand over her inner thigh as I continued to pound the vibrator inside her. Her hips were thrusting toward me, greedily claiming another inch, as she came again.

  She was out of control, her hands still bound above her head. I should have unfastened them before starting this. She’d been bound too long.

  “Jake.” She said my name with a long shudder as the third orgasm waned. “Please,” she whispered, and I saw it.

  She winced.

  I’d gone too far. Pushed her too hard.

  I slowly withdrew the toy, turning it off and dropping it to the mattress next to us before crawling over her, kissing her.

  It took everything I had not to strip off my jeans and slide into her. I wanted to take her the same way she’d just taken the vibrator. To pound deep, fast, hard. To lose myself in her.

  But I couldn’t. I’d seen that wince of pain.

  I kissed her gently, trying to apologize with my lips, rather than my words. I wasn’t sure I could say anything that would make any sense to her.

  “Jake,” she said, turning her head. I heard a gentle snick, then felt her hands on my face. “Jake,” she repeated. “Take your pants off. I want you.”

  Her words took me by surprise. And not in a good way. “What? No.”

  “Why not?” She hadn’t expected me to reject her. I’d just taken her too hard with that fucking toy. There was no way she was ready for me. God, I wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready. She was so tight, so innocent.

  “Not tonight,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, soothing. In truth, I was coming apart inside.

  There was an animal, clawing to get out, ready to shove off his pants and take her. Claim her.

  “Yes. Tonight.”

  She tried to reach for the button on my jeans. I moved away rapidly, rising from the bed.

  “Come back.” She reached for me, sitting up as I stepped farther away from her. “I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?”

  Jesus. She’d done everything right. Too right.

  “Hope. I need you to listen to me. To understand that I’m doing this for you.”

  “You’re saying no for me?” I heard the tinge of anger in her voice, but I couldn’t respond to it, couldn’t back down.

  “Yes. You’re practically a virgin and I just…dammit…I just took you too hard with that toy. Harder than I should have. There’s a good chance you’ll be sore tomorrow and—”

  “I don’t care. It didn’t hurt. And please, for the love of God, stop throwing that virgin thing in my face. I’m a grown woman. I know what I want, what I like. What I need.”

  “No.”

  “Don’t say no,” she urged. “Please, Jake.”

  “Not tonight. Trust me that this is the right thing.” I could see she wasn’t finished arguing. Not by a longshot. But I was hurting and too close to the edge. If I stayed in this room, there was a chance I’d give her exactly what she was asking for. And I couldn’t do that. Couldn’t risk freaking her out or scaring her.

  “Give me a minute.” It was the coward’s way out, but I took it anyway. I left the room and headed straight for the bathroom. Locking the door, I unfastened my jeans and took my dick in my hand, stroking it with a firm, hard grip, pumping it as fast as I’d thrust that vibrator inside her. I closed my eyes and pretended I was inside her tight pussy, pounding deep.

  I grunted, my climax coming fast. Then I took a few minutes to calm down, steady my breathing.

  Washing my hands and splashing cold water in my face, I refastened my jeans and unlocked the door. I hadn’t been gone more than ten minutes.

  It had been too long.

  Hope was gone.

  Seven

  Hope

  The second I was back inside my house, I slammed the door, then reached for my cell.

  The phone hadn’t rung twice before Ada picked it up. “Uh oh. This isn’t good.”

  “What was your first clue?”

  “It’s not even nine o’clock. If rumors are to be believed, Jake has way more stamina than nine o’clock.”

  “I wouldn’t know. He chose to lock himself in his bathroom and jerk off rather than have sex with me.”

  There was a lingering moment of silence on the other end that lasted long enough I thought I’d lost her. “Ada?”

  “I think I need you to start at the beginning.”

  I dropped down on my couch and suddenly regretted calling her. Not because I didn’t need a friend. I did. It was just that my rage had lasted all the way from Jake’s house to the front door, but now…God, now, I just felt like crying my eyes out.

  “We had a picnic in his living room. He’d gotten a bucket of KFC, laid down a blanket on the floor, and he even put limes in the Corona. It was really sweet and romantic.”

  “Mmm hmmm,” Ada hummed. “So far, so good. Keep going.”

  I didn’t have enough experience with dating and men, which was why I’d come to rely on Ada so much. I’d never had a girlfriend I had confided so many details to, but I needed her perspective and advice. I’d already played the fool for one womanizer. And while I kept telling myself I was the user this time, taking what I wanted from a guy who wouldn’t give a shit when I walked away, nothing between me and Jake felt like that.

  I liked him. Too much.

  And that was why my throat was tight, my chest aching. I’d fucking done it again. Fallen for the wrong guy.

  “We ate dinner topless.”

  Ada laughed. “Excellent. For a minute, I was afraid you’d gone to the wrong house. That sounds more like Jake than the romantic picnic. Carry on.”

  “After dinner, we moved things to his bedroom.” I struggled to say more. Everything had been amazing, a fantasy come true.

  “What happened, Hope?”

  I said the rest quickly. “I undressed, he handcuffed me to his headboard, went down on me, fucked me with my own vibrator, and gave me three orgasms so strong, I thought I was going to shatter into a million pieces.”

  “Jesus H. Christ. I think I’ve changed my mind about playboys. When you’re done with Jake, can I have a go? Committed relationships are clearly overrated.”

  “You’re not helping.”

  “I’m not sure you need help. I’ve yet to hear anything bad.”

  “I wanted to go farther. I wanted to go all the way. I tried to help him out of his jeans, but he kept pushing my hands away. When I told him I wanted to have sex with him, he said he didn’t think we should.”

  “Did he say why?” Ada asked.

  “He said something about me practically being a virgin—”

  “Which you are,” she interjected.

  “I’ve had a kid, for God’s sake.”

  “You had very bad, very quick sex once. And then a C-section. Trust me, angel, you are as close to a virgin as they come.”

  I sighed, blinking back tears. “You’re not helping. You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to be on my side, not his.”

  “I am on your side. Tell me what happened next.”

  “He said I needed to trust him. Then he raced out of the bedroom like there was a bomb in the bed. I followed him to the bathroom because I wanted to finish the argument. I could hear…it sounded like he was jerking off. When I tried to turn the knob, the door was locked. He doesn’t want me, Ada. He just made an excuse to get out of the bed because he doesn’t want to be with me.”

  “Oh, honey. Will you believe me if I say that is one hundred percent wrong?”

  “What other reason could there be?” I asked, the first tear sliding down my cheek.

  Ada answered my question with one of her own. “Do you know why everyo
ne calls him Big Hose?”

  I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname. “Because he’s a firefighter.”

  “Damn,” Ada murmured. “I thought you got it.”

  I didn’t know what to make of that. “Got what?”

  “That nickname doesn’t have a damn thing to do with his job. He’s well endowed.”

  “What?”

  “Hung like a horse. Measured with a yardstick rather than a ruler. Jake’s popularity with women has more to do with the size of his dick than it does his playboy ways. Truth is he’s pursued more than he pursues. There are a lot of women who view a night with him as a badge of honor.”

  My tears evaporated as I tried to wrap my head around what she was saying. There was too much to take in—maybe literally.

  “Women actually sleep with him just because of his dick?”

  “The slutty ones, yeah.”

  “What about the nice ones?”

  Ada was quiet again. Given I’d left her at a loss for words twice tonight, I’d say this conversation was throwing her for a loop too. Finally, she said, “He’s never gone out with anyone as nice as you. I think when he was in high school, he enjoyed the reputation and the rumors and he was pretty vocal about never getting married. Considering the fact his dad changes wives like some people change underwear, I believed him. We all did, all figured the fruit didn’t fall far from the tree.”

  I had no idea what to say to that. Jake hadn’t told me he didn’t want to get married. His exact words were something along the lines of he wasn’t getting married until he was sure he’d met the right one.

  “You know how guys are,” Ada continued. “He got a kick out of all the talk. Swaggered around like a big shot. Guys were always slapping him on the back and buying him drinks. A lot of women were throwing themselves at him. After a while…I think the respectable women stayed away. The stories about how big he was paired with the womanizer history didn’t make him a great bet. I mean…who would sign up for something like that?”

  I had. Or…almost had.

  None of what she was saying matched the Jake I’d come to know. Which meant I was still a shitty judge of character or Jake had changed. Hell, maybe he’d always been this guy, but once the people in town labeled him a bad boy, that was all they could see.