Smokin' Hot Firemen

by Delilah Devlin, Jo Davis

  But he was dangerous, she reminded herself.

  Dangerous.

  She sucked in air, his nearness making her breathless. “I know who you are,” she managed to get out as her pussy quivered with hunger, begging her to lay herself bare and let this man take her to places she’d never been before.

  He dropped his coat onto the counter, grabbed her stool, and spun her around until she faced him.

  When she gripped the counter, his gaze flickered over her left hand, stopping to note the tan line on her ring finger.

  “And I know who you are, Mrs. Morgan.” Something about the way he said Mrs. told her he was testing the sound of it on his lips, savoring the sensations as it rolled off the soft blade of his tongue.

  As he invaded her space, he raked his fingers through his dark, mussed hair and looked past her shoulder to peruse the room. “Are you here alone?”

  With her body trembling from his close proximity, she shot a glance toward the front door. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

  A knowing grin pulled at his lips. “Well, which is it?” he asked, the heat between them undeniable as he inched closer, his warm breath doing the most delicious things to her libido.

  “You’re either alone or you’re not.” His rough voice played down her spine like liquid fire—but before she could give him an answer, he dropped onto the stool beside her, and in a bold move that took her by surprise, hauled her to her feet and pulled her between his thighs. As he created a delicious friction between their bodies, dark passion danced in his eyes. “I don’t think he’s… coming, sweetheart.”

  Delilah’s skin came alive as that one suggestive word bounced around inside her head like a pinball, and with the way his cock was pressing against her pussy, only her thin cotton dress and his pants separating skin from skin. She wanted to throw caution to the wind, to indulge in a wild night with a man who clearly knew his way around a woman’s body. The way his big hands curled around her hips, dipping closer and closer to the moist juncture between her legs, was a testament to his bedroom skills.

  His eyes fixed on her mouth and his lips twisted in a half smile, making him look edgy, wild, and oh-so-tempting. “Want to get out of here?” he asked.

  Delilah bit her lip, and her body flushed hotly. The man was the epitome of sex, sin, and seduction, and everything inside her urged her to go, to let him fulfill the fantasy that had been plaguing her dreams for years, even though she knew that after a night with him, her life would forever be altered.

  “What if he shows?”

  “Then it’s his loss.”

  “But—”

  “Sweetheart,” he murmured, purposely putting his mouth close to her ear. “No man should ever make a woman like you wait.” He inched back, and his blue eyes glistened with promise when he pitched his voice low and added, “I’d never make you wait.”

  Her heart began pounding, her brain racing as sexual tension arced between them. This man might be trouble with a capital T, but was she really going to pass up the opportunity to experience his brand of lovemaking, to finally fulfill a fantasy with a sexy firefighter who would undoubtedly rock her world?

  As she warmed to the idea, her body began trembling with need, eager to feel his mouth on hers, on her breasts. Deep between her legs.

  Jonah seemed to know the exact moment when she made up her mind. Climbing from his stool, he grabbed his coat, slid his hand to the small of her back, and without looking back, guided her to the front door.

  Once they were outside, a warm summer breeze blew her dress around her thighs, but the night air did little to cool the heat inside her.

  He gestured with a nod toward the fire station across the street, and when he commanded in a soft, but firm voice, “Come with me while I put away my gear,” Delilah wondered if he could read her deepest desires, if he’d somehow managed to tap into one of her scintillating fantasies.

  Strides purposeful, he ushered her across the near-deserted street. Lamplight illuminated his hard body and provided her with sufficient light to see the rippling of his muscles beneath his T-shirt. As she took pleasure in his physique, he shot her a sidelong glance, his passion-imbued eyes so full of raw hunger it was all she could do to keep her legs from failing.

  Delilah gulped air, her blood pressure soaring, and she briefly wondered if she was getting in way over her head.

  Jonah pushed open the door to the garage and ushered her inside. When he came close, crowding her with his hard body, she exhaled slowly and decided she’d come too far to back down now. Gathering her bravado, she glanced around and a small thrill travelled the length of her spine when she spotted three fire trucks all lined up like obedient soldiers. Heat rushed through her body as she looked them over, thinking about the brave men who drove them into danger.

  She ran her finger over the smooth red paint and followed Jonah to the back of the room. When the scent of fresh wax reached her nostrils, erotic images of this bad boy taking her up against the truck set a low moan rumbling in the depths of her throat.

  “You okay, sweetheart?” Jonah asked, but everything in the way he looked at her told her he knew all about her secret fetish.

  Unable to find her voice, she nodded and her feet stilled as she sucked in a quick, sharp breath. A firm hand closed over hers and tugged, setting her back into motion. The soft lights fell over their bodies, but she didn’t miss the mischievous grin curling Jonah’s lips as he wound one thumb around his suspenders.

  It made her wonder what he was going to do with them.

  He led her to the back of the truck, to where all the firefighting gear hung on hooks. The great care he took in hanging his jacket told her how thorough those deft hands of his would be with her body. As she considered that further, he unhooked his suspenders and met her glance.

  “Hold these for me, would you?”

  Jonah placed the stretchy suspenders in her outstretched arms, and before she even realized what he was doing, he had her hands wrapped in the straps and tied behind her back.

  “Jonah,” she rushed out, breathless. “What...what are you doing?”

  “It’s like this, Mrs. Morgan,” he began as he backed her up and hooked the suspenders to the truck. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time, and now that I have you right where I want you, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

  Delilah tugged on the binding only to find it secure. It quickly occurred to her that this man had her captive, his to do with as he pleased. His glance moved up and down her body, a slow, leisurely inspection that had her burning from the inside out.

  He ran the back of his hand along her curves, groaned deep, and wet his lips before adding, “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

  Oh God, there were so many things she wanted him to do to her, too. But she wasn’t sure about the suspenders. No one had ever tied her up before.

  Before she could give it another thought, Jonah sank to his knees. Need gathered in the pit of her stomach as he gripped her legs to widen them. Then with a move that left her head spinning and her cunt pulsing, he slid his large hands under her dress. Want burned a lazy path up her thighs as his rough palms moved upward, coming perilously close to her quivering pussy, but never quite touching. Feeling feverish with need, her skin began burning wherever he touched.

  When he finally reached her damp sex, his nostrils flared and every muscle in his body tensed. A dark, tortured look came over his face. “Baby,” he murmured, almost breathless, “you’re not wearing any panties.” His knowing glance moved over her face, assessing her. “You really were waiting for someone tonight, weren’t you?”

  She gave a sheepish smile, but knew better than to lie. If she wanted to live out this erotic fantasy, to wring every last drop of sex from this sexy encounter, then she had to be honest and tell him what she really wanted, what her body craved.

  Driven by need, she jutted her hips forward. “It’s just that... well...I need—”

  He cut her off with a g
lance, widened her wet lips with his fingers, then pushed one all the way up inside her.

  The hot stab of pleasure stole the breath from her lungs.

  When a low, moan crawled out of her throat, he groaned out loud. “What you need, sweetheart, is me, inside you, because you’re on fire and I’m the only man in this town who can put out these kinds of flames.”

  His thumb scraped over her clit and she gulped, her pussy fluttering beneath his careful ministrations. Good God, the man knew just how to touch her, knew just what she needed from him. He pumped once, twice, and she was so aroused she could feel small tremors pulling at her core. She was close, so damn close, but instead of letting her tumble over, he climbed up her body, his mouth closing over hers.

  His kiss was deep, sensual, highly erotic, and the way his body was pressing against her, caging her between his chest and the truck, had to be the sexiest thing she’d ever felt.

  Tongue parrying with his, she gave a tug on the straps, wanting to touch him in return, but when she found her hands immobilized, she began trembling from head to toe, a hot wave of passion singeing her blood. Maybe getting tied up turned her on more than she realized. And maybe he knew her wants and needs better than she herself did.

  His deft hands went to the buttons on her dress, but instead of tediously opening them one by one, he gripped the material and pulled.

  Delilah gave an excited gasp as a button clattered to the floor.

  Giving her no time to catch her breath, he pulled open the dress to expose her naked body, his eyes going to her lust-swollen nipples. He wet his lips and his breath came in a low rush.

  Delilah stood there for a long, agonizing minute as he inched back to take in her nakedness. Dark scalding eyes full of raw hunger flickered over her breasts. Then he leaned toward her and swiped his tongue over one hard bud before pulling it into his hot mouth.

  She let loose a moan as his fiery tongue burned her flesh and sent shockwaves rocketing through her.

  As she writhed against his mouth, he sucked, nibbled, nipped, and licked until she was sure she was going to come from nipple stimulation alone. She arched her back, wanting, needing more. “Please, Jonah,” she begged. The chemistry between them was explosive.

  Deserting her breasts, he dragged his tongue down her body, stopping to dip into her sensitive belly button before settling himself on his knees. His hand moved to her cunt, and he stroked her lightly before pulling her lips open to expose her pink dampness.

  A low growl of longing sounded deep in his throat. “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured from between her legs.

  The scent of her arousal reached her nostrils and she bucked against his mouth, desperate to feel him inside her.

  He pressed a hand to her stomach to still her, then leaned forward to run his wet tongue all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the top.

  Her body trembled, her skin engulfed in flames as waves of heat colored her flesh. “Yes,” she cried out as she concentrated on the glorious pleasure zinging through her veins.

  He pushed his face in deeper, feasting on her as he shoved one finger inside. He lightly stroked her G-spot, and her legs weakened. God, he was so skilled, so familiar with the workings of her body.

  He stroked her deeper, then changed the tempo as she basked in his touch. He feathered his tongue over her pussy, stopping to press against her engorged clit, each swipe of his tongue pushing her higher and higher. Everything in the intimate way he pleasured her became her undoing, and she tugged on the straps, needing in the most desperate way to touch him in return.

  As if he understood exactly what she needed, his light caresses became harder, faster, adding the right amount of pressure as he ravaged her pussy. In no time at all, soft quakes began at her core, and she panted and screamed his name. Tension grew in her body, rising in strength until it came to a peak.

  “Jonah,” she cried, quivering beneath his intimate touch as her sex clenched around his finger, her hot liquid searing his mouth.

  He stayed between her legs, lavishing her cunt with little devilish strokes, drawing out her pleasure until she rode out every last wave.

  When her body stopped spasming, he climbed to his feet, and the intensity in his eyes was as frightening as it was exciting. “I need to be inside you, sweetheart.”

  She could tell he was losing it and was desperately trying to maintain some kind of control. But she didn’t want him in control. She wanted him as crazed as she was. Feeling almost frantic she said, “I want you to fuck me, Jonah.”

  Her words pulled the reaction she was hoping for. His glance, a turbulent mixture of fire and heat as they met hers, searched her face.

  “I want it hard,” she added.

  His nostrils flared and with one quick thrust he freed her bound hands. After kicking his pants and shorts off, he lifted her off her feet and ordered in a rough voice, “Put your legs around me.”

  When she obliged, he slammed her back against the truck, and drove his cock into her so hard and so deep she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

  She squirmed and writhed and clawed at his back as he buried his mouth into the deep hollow of her neck. He called out her name and a riot of emotions moved through her as he bucked forward, filling her in a way no man ever had before.

  “Yes,” she cried out. “More.”

  Keeping one hand around her waist, he balanced the other on the truck beside her head, and pushed deeper, driving her impossibly higher, like he was laying claim to her. Branding her as his.

  She bucked forward to meet each thrust, and dug her nails into his back. She could feel his muscles tighten as he fucked her the way she needed to be fucked. Her heart picked up tempo as he continued to pound into her—hot, hard strokes that had her body trembling, her cunt rippling with the approach of another powerful orgasm.

  The second she came apart in his arms and her hot cream dripped over his cock, he adjusted his body for deeper thrusts.

  Delilah rocked against him, savoring the glorious feel of him inside her, taking her to places she knew only he could take her. His fingers burrowed into her hair, and when she felt his impressive girth tighten and thicken inside her, she murmured, “That’s it, Jonah. Come inside me.”

  With that he threw his head back, bucked forward once more, then came with a growl, jettisoning his seed high inside her. They stayed like that for a long time, both trying to regulate their breathing.

  A moment later, once they finally found their breath, he pressed his lips to her quivering flesh and moaned against her neck. “So good. So fucking good.” He inched back, and let her legs slide to the floor. He smiled down at her and brushed her damp hair from her forehead.

  A deep sense of satisfaction rolled through her—but despite a wild night of sex, she suspected that when it came to this sexy bad boy, nothing could ever assuage the deep ache in her core. Because the truth was she wanted him again.

  Without speaking he led her to the shower area, and a warm comfortable silence fell over them as they washed each other’s bodies. Once complete, he helped her back into her torn dress.

  He pulled her close, but she noticed the time on the station clock when he brushed his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “I’d better get going,” she murmured.

  “I’ll take you home.”

  “It’s just around the corner.”

  “Then I’ll take you just around the corner,” he insisted, and there was something so sexy in his take-charge attitude that her pussy moistened for him all over again.

  He grabbed his coat off the hook to drape it over her shoulders. His familiar scent teased her senses, and when he slipped his hand around her waist to lead her outside, she couldn’t help but think his touch was more emotional than physical.

  Less than ten minutes later, he led her up the stairs to her condo. She turned to him; she wasn’t quite ready for sleep. “Nightcap?” she asked. When he nodded, she opened her door, and moved inside.

  Without speaking, Jona
h followed her in and glanced around the cozy home.

  “I need to slip into something more comfortable.” When their eyes met in understanding, she handed him back his jacket. She pointed toward the liquor cabinet. “Why don’t you go make those nightcaps. I’ll join you in a minute.”

  With that she slipped down the hall. She could hear him remove his boots and pad softly across the hardwood floor.

  She hurried to her dresser, but as she pulled open the drawer her glance landed on her wedding photo. An invisible fist squeezed her heart as she picked it up. Without conscious thought, she stroked a finger over the handsome groom standing beside her, looking at her with pure love in his eyes.

  Her glance fell to the date engraved in the silver frame, a reminder that the picture was taken exactly three years ago.

  Today was her anniversary.

  A noise at the door pulled her focus, and she glanced up to see Jonah standing there, two glasses of wine in his hand.

  “Everything okay?”

  She lowered the picture quickly and grabbed a silk nightgown from her dresser. “Yes, I was just...”

  He stepped up to her until his chest was pressed against her back. “You were just what?”

  “I was just thinking about three years ago today.”

  Jonah set the drinks down and took her nightgown from her hands. He tossed it on the dresser and said, “You don’t need this.” Then he proceeded to slip her torn dress from her shoulders. Once he had her stripped bare, he carried her to her bed, pulled back the sheets, and placed her inside.

  He stared down at her for a long moment, taking in her nakedness before pulling something out of his front pocket. With one hand balled into a fist, he made short work of his clothes and climbed in beside her. He pulled her close and as he kissed her mouth, he murmured, “I want to make love to you again, Mrs. Morgan.”

  Love swelled inside her heart for all the things this man did for her, for all the fantasies he was willing to fulfill. “I want to make love to you too, Jonah. Or should I say Mr. Morgan?”

  He captured her left hand and opened his palm to reveal her wedding band. “I believe this belongs to you.” He slipped it on her finger, and his sexy grin turned her inside out when he dropped a soft kiss onto her mouth and said, “Happy anniversary, baby.”