The Firefighter and the Virgin Princess

by Jemma Harte

  "Please."

  "Me too," shouted Nicky.

  "Of course," said Lily, beaming. "It will be my pleasure."

  While they took their skates off, Joe was thinking about what to say next, how to thank her for coming out with them, when she said, "Are you going home now on the ferry?"

  "Yes," replied Nicky, "we're going on the ferry. Are you coming too, Lily?"

  "You come too, Lily!" her sister exclaimed. "Then you can teach me to ploo...pirette."

  Suddenly he realized Lily was looking at him. "I don't know. Should I?"

  His heart was thumping way too hard. It was Saturday so he knew she had no class in the morning. He cleared his throat. "You should. Definitely."

  "Okay then." She slipped her hand through his arm, and the four of them left the skating rink together.

  Joe stayed quiet, his breath and his heartbeat loud in his own ears, afraid that if he said the wrong thing she'd take flight again. But she was hanging on to his arm, touching him in the street— a public display of some affection that she would usually avoid. That had to be a good sign, right? He daren't believe she was really coming with them until they were safely on the ferry and halfway across the water.

  * * * *

  They dropped Nicky and Antonia off at his brother's house first. Lily saw at once that no one had been told anything about her. Standing in the small, brightly lit kitchen, she felt Joe's sister-in-law raking over her skin with sharply questioning, wary eyes, while his brother tried not to look surprised.

  "Nice to meet you...Lily. You've known my brother long?"

  "A few weeks. He drove by in a fire truck and splashed my coat in the street one day."

  "Uh huh?" He looked over at Joe, who was fidgeting, ready to leave, not volunteering anything to the conversation.

  "Lily's a ballerina," Antonia announced, in a tone that suggested they were dumb for not knowing. "She's the best ballerina in the world. We saw her tonight, and she's going to teach me to ploopret."

  "Really?" the little girl's father exclaimed. And then a light seemed to switch on inside his head, for he smiled widely at his brother. "Right! Now I remember. A dancer."

  "So you live in the city?" the wife asked stiffly.

  "Yes."

  "I didn't think you were from around here."

  There was an awkward pause, broken by Joe's brother. "Let me get you a drink, Lily."

  "We gotta go," Joe replied hurriedly. "I gotta get Lily back on the ferry."

  She turned. "I thought I was staying with you tonight?"

  His lips parted, he looked paler than usual. She realized she probably shouldn't have said that in front of the others, but why not? He always claimed to be a man who said what he thought. No lies.

  One hand cupping her elbow he steered her out of his brother's house as if it was on fire.

  "I wasn't ready to tell them about you," he muttered.

  "Interesting. You were mad when you thought I was keeping you out of my world, but you hadn't told anyone about me."

  "I didn't have the chance to tell anyone. I don't even know what's going on with us now, do I?"

  Lily thought for a minute and then said, "You're going to make love to me, all night long. As you suggested at the ice rink."

  With a groan he put his arm around her shoulders. "All you ever want from me is sex. We've been through this—"

  "You told me I should come on the ferry with you."

  He grimaced. "I did."

  "And you came to see me because you missed me." Lily licked her cold lips. "And I missed you." Tonight she was going to be brave and not hide everything she felt. She wanted to be more like him. It was so warm under his arm, his body heat seeping through their clothes.

  They turned down another street, and he picked up the pace. "If you stay tonight, and you want to make love, you have to spend the day with me tomorrow. No running off."

  "I might have known. Now you have me on your territory, I'm trapped."

  "That's right. You might never escape Staten Island again now we got you here." Lily felt the laughter vibrating deep through his chest. "Come to dinner with me at my mother's house tomorrow. I want her to meet you." A soft groan escaped his mouth with another cloud of breath. "She'll have to, now that Sherri and Mike have seen you, because they are sure to tell her and she won't shut up until she's met you. Given you the once over and her stamp of approval."

  "Approval for what?"

  "For you to be in my life, Lily Keene. Did you think you're the only one who's fucking choosy about who they let in?"

  "You drive a hard bargain."

  "Exactly. No sex for you, Princess, without the spaghetti and meatballs too."

  "You and your balls," she exclaimed.

  "You love my balls or you wouldn't be here right now."

  She couldn't deny it, could she? "Every princess loves a good ball, but a pair of them is even better."

  * * * *

  He flicked on the light switch inside the front door. "It's nothing fancy. Just a place to prop my butt when I'm not working," he mumbled apologetically.

  Apparently he rented the lower floor of a two family house. It was small but neat, furnished with mismatched furniture that she suspected had been handed down to him or found at garage sales.

  Lily slowly removed her coat, looking around for somewhere to put it.

  "Let me show you around," he said, taking her coat and tossing it over a hook by the door. "Give you a tour of the place."

  Before she could say anything, he had swept a pile of newspapers and mail off his kitchen table and lifted her onto it.

  "This is my kitchen," he whispered, tugging at the drawstring waist of her sweatpants.

  "Do you cook?" she inquired politely, pulling up his shirt.

  "Nah. But I had a fire in the stove once."

  She laughed and kissed him. Her lips trembled with delight to feel his again.

  "You like this table? It's not very fancy and it wobbles."

  "I love this table."

  She felt his cock right away between her legs, the knob pushing at her cotton panties, pressing at her with a promising heaviness that quickened her own throbbing need. "You already wet for me, Princess?" His voice was husky as his fingers stroked her, slipping under the crotch.

  "After watching you skate? How could I not be?" It was very hot watching him with his little nieces, she mused. Was that weird? Creepy? She didn't know. It was just...incredibly hot...seeing this big hulk of man being gentle, caring, patient and indulgent to two little kids.

  "You wanted me to fall on my ass." He helped her out of her sweater and then ducked his head to nuzzle her breasts as he unclasped her bra. "You must be disappointed."

  "Impressed." She slid her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist. "I had no idea you had so much balance."

  As he licked her bared nipples, she leaned back, feeling the unsteady little table rocking under her. Hopefully it wouldn't give way and cause someone an injury.

  "I've had a hard on for days, since you walked out on me," he muttered, his hand back to rubbing the crotch of her panties. "I saved it for you though. Didn't want to jack off. I oughta make you wait, now, huh? Like you made me wait."

  So he hadn't satisfied himself with another woman in the interim. Lily felt extremely glad about that. Sometimes she'd imagined him having fun with another woman, someone loud and tan and extroverted. But it hurt her to breathe whenever she imagined that, so she tried to block the images from her mind. It wasn't fair of her to be jealous, was it?

  She hooked her thighs tighter around his waist and he tumbled forward, bending over as she lay back on the table. "Don't make me wait," she purred, grinding her panties on his hard cock and his hand. "I want you now, Joe."

  "Oh, yeah?" He slid a finger between her labia.

  "Take my panties off."

  "Not yet." He added a second finger and stroked, teasing her tense pussy. "I gotta keep 'em on right now, or else I might get too f
ucking horny and stick my dick in here without a rubber."

  Lily shivered, running her palms over his pointy little nipples and the soft fur of his chest. He was so strong, his torso all ripples and ridges and wide planes that she loved to explore. His eyes gleamed down at her, lusty and wicked.

  "You don't have any diseases, do you?" she gasped out, lifting her hips, knowing her panties were sopping wet now and he must be getting a kick out of that.

  "Nope."

  "And you know I don't."

  "How do I know?" He kissed her nipple and then sucked it gently while his fingers probed further inside to tickle her clit.

  She ground her teeth, holding back a squeal of need. "You were my first, and there's been no one else. Just you. Only you, Joe."

  Suddenly he lifted his mouth from her breast and slammed his lips against hers, his tongue thrusting deep. It was a kiss far more passionate than she'd ever known. With his fingers he drove her to a jagged peak, merciless. Lily came in a rush, the little table rattling and groaning under them. She groaned into his mouth as his kiss continued, and she knew he must have felt her tightening on his fingers, her dew flooding down as that rough orgasm took her in its savage grip.

  He kissed and licked his way back down her body while she still trembled. Then he put his mouth over the cotton crotch of her panties and sucked the moisture he'd made there, nuzzling her needy cleft through the wet material, making her come again. This time she cried out his name and it sounded like a prayer.

  Chapter Nine

  Joe lifted her off the table and carried her through to the living room, which was small, square and cluttered.

  "Let's continue the tour," he muttered tightly, not sure how long he could hold back from fucking her sweet, hot, wet cunt. He wanted to bury himself in her, do every dirty thing he'd ever fantasized about. "This is the lounge. Nice, huh?"

  She gasped, "Lovely carpet."

  "Uh huh." He sat her on his couch, knelt between her legs and forced her thighs wide apart. Her panties were almost transparent at the crotch, she was so wet.

  "I can see a bit of pink through your undies, Princess." He grinned slowly. "Your pussy lips are blushing and swollen for me."

  "Please take them off," she groaned.

  "Nah. I told you, not yet. I might be tempted to fuck you without a rubber, if I don't have something in my way right now. And you won't be able to stop me." He leaned in and licked her labia through the cotton with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. He heard her breathing change as she hitched forward, pushing herself at his mouth.

  "That's it, baby, you wanna come again?"

  She shook her head.

  "Why not?" He treated her to another slow, teasing swipe of his tongue and pressed the tip at the crest of her labia, holding it there, feeling for her thudding pulse in that sensitive spot.

  "Take my panties off!"

  Instead he hooked a finger under the crotch and pulled it up tight, so the cotton gathered and pressed between her blushing folds, slipping into the crack of her ass too. "This couch is real comfy," he said, staring at her twat, watching her writhe as she tried to hold off another orgasm. "I've had it for years."

  "I bet you've fucked lots of women on it," she snapped.

  "A few." Joe stood and held his aching cock by the root. "You want some cock now?"

  "Yes," she hissed, eyes flaring.

  He rested one foot on the couch and pushed his cockhead at her mouth. "Take some then, Princess."

  Christ, that felt good. Holding her head with both hands he swayed, sliding his prick in and out of her sucking mouth.

  "Don't be greedy now," he grunted. "I'm not coming until I'm up inside your cunt."

  She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and pulled him forward, her sucking increasing until he began to feel his spunk surging. He wrapped her hair around his fingers and pulled. "Stop that, or I'll choke you with my sperm. You're fucking incredible with that mouth."

  He was already leaking a little from the tip and before he could stop her, she licked it up and then kissed and sucked his aching balls, her eyes wide open, watching his face the entire time.

  Joe was wild for her. He couldn't hold off much longer.

  * * * *

  Suddenly he had her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold and he was walking into another room. "This is my bedroom, sweetheart. And right here is where I'm gonna fuck you."

  Her head was swaying by his buttocks. How could she not take advantage of that? Those orbs were so juicy, firm and irresistible. So she sank her teeth into the part of his round cheek that she could reach.

  She heard him draw a harsh breath and then he spanked her ass hard, before he dropped her to the bed.

  At last he was pulling her panties down, thrusting his tongue into her pussy again even as she landed on her back. Apparently he couldn't get enough of that treat. She'd never realized men liked it quite so much.

  He covered her in a hurry, sliding his arm under her leg to lift it, thrusting his knob at her entrance at the same time. Rubbing the full length of his swollen cock shaft up and down her eager cleft.

  Then he froze. "Condom." He was about to back away again and get one.

  "No!" Lily couldn't bear waiting another moment. "Do it. Just do it. Bareback," she gasped, breathless, "like you said."

  His arms were trembling as he held himself over her, one of her knees up over his shoulder. She gazed up into his wild eyes.

  "Fuck my pussy with that big hard cock of yours, Rossini. I want it so bad. I want you inside me. Fuck me sore like the first time. I don't care what you do. I love it. All of it."

  That was the last straw, it seemed, for he thrust forward. No more reservations.

  She felt his surging life— his pulse— inside her body, the kiss of his skin inside her unhindered by latex. She was so wet that he penetrated with one thrust and then he was balls deep. The sensation was heart-stopping.

  "You're taking a risk, Lily," he growled, holding himself steady, a heavy, intoxicated look coming into his eyes as he stared down at her.

  "So are you," she managed.

  "It's no risk to me. I get you pregnant, I'd be happy." That smug grin eased over his lips. "I think I'd be real happy."

  Although she already knew he couldn't lie, Lily found it hard to believe he wouldn't mind such a sudden change to his life. Of course, it was not the same for men. Having a baby didn't change their bodies.

  He began to thrust in and out, and her hands reached for his face, pulling it down to kiss him. Indecision raced through her mind. This had to be a crazy thing they were doing, yet it felt right. It felt like heaven. Could she trust this man to love her? To stay?

  With his confident smile he sent a shower of hot sparks through her veins, and she felt the thrill of a child staring up at a night's sky full of fireworks.

  How beautiful. Magical.

  And then with a deep groan he pulled out of her and shot a stream of cum onto her stomach. "Don't worry," he gasped out, "I wouldn't risk it. For your sake, Lily.

  She was so startled she didn't know what to say. Lying beside her, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her again.

  Surely she was relieved that he came to his senses, right?

  His laughter tickled the side of her neck. "What do you think of my palace? Did you like the tour?"

  Lily managed a smile. "Sure."

  Reaching for a fistful of tissues from a box beside his bed, he tenderly wiped the creamy trail of spatters off her stomach.

  * * * *

  Joe listened to her breathing as she slept beside him. Moonlight streaked into the bedroom through his thin curtains and kissed the curve made by her hip under the sheet.

  Good thing she slept. He couldn't. He lay awake worrying about his moment of madness, that brief crazy rage when he thought about coming inside her. Thinking about getting her pregnant.

  She would never have trusted him again if he did that, and rightfully so. He shouldn't think about doing somethi
ng reckless like that when he knew what her career meant to her. Besides, like he'd told Donna, he didn't know when he'd be ready for kids and all that stuff.

  But tonight, when Lily looked up at him and asked, "Should I?", he'd wanted to yell, "Yes! Yes!" As if she wasn't just asking him whether she should come with them on the ferry, but asking whether she ought to love him. Forever.

  Maybe even marry him.

  Have ten kids. Get a picket fence, a dog, a lawnmower, a dishwasher.

  Shit, maybe he would keep her prisoner on Staten Island, he mused.

  What the hell was happening to him?

  * * * *

  At some point he must have drifted off to sleep, for he woke the next morning to find her burning toast in his kitchen, setting the smoke detector off. Wearing a pair of his socks and a fire department t-shirt that came down to the top of her thighs, her hair hastily and messily tucked up into a makeshift knot, she looked way too cute. Took his breath away.

  He wanted to wake up every day from now on and see her there, just like that.

  Windows open to let out the smoke, batteries removed from the smoke detector, he folded her in his arms and kissed her slowly. "Thank you for the toast. I'm sure it would have been lovely."

  "I'm hopeless," she whined. "I can't even—"

  Joe stopped her with another kiss, lifted her against the refrigerator and mounted her on his proud morning erection in one swift move.

  She wasn't prepared yet— unlike him she clearly didn't wake up in a horny mood, but a domesticated one. "Ouch," she exclaimed as he penetrated her unexpecting pussy.

  "I'm sorry," he grunted, ready to pull out again.

  "No," she cried. "I want it."

  He had to laugh at her eagerness. She went from frustration over the burnt toast to smoldering white-hot desire in scant seconds. Soon she was wet, her hands clawing at his naked back and his hair as he thrust lustily, giving her a savage knee-trembler up against the cold refrigerator door. It seemed he'd finally found a woman who enjoyed sex as much as he did.