Smokin' Hot Firemen

by Delilah Devlin, Jo Davis

  “Easy, baby. My control is shaky. Right now, all I want to do is pound into you and screw you for days. Let me make you come this way, then we’ll see where we go from there.” Heather’s answer was a soft moan and fingers clenching in his hair. He grinned as he placed a soft kiss on the thigh next to his cheek, and then dove in for more of her sweet honey.

  With his thumb circling closer and closer to her swollen clit, brushing it every now and then, his mouth worked the soft folds of her pussy. Kissing, licking, and nibbling gently, he thrust his tongue in deep to draw more honey to the surface. As her body tightened and her pussy tried to clench on his tongue, he rubbed harder with his thumb.

  Drew thrust a finger from his free hand into her pussy and pumped, while his lips closed around her clit and sucked. She buried her fingers in his hair, clamped her thighs around his head, and screamed as an orgasm overtook her.

  He grabbed her thighs and pried them open to lick her honey until she had recovered. As he felt the tension begin to build in her again, he placed a kiss at the top of her mound and stood. He stripped off his clothes, then gently removed the robe from her arms and moved her into the center of the bed.

  She looked like an angel, one he wanted beyond all else. He had gotten even harder listening to her cry out in ecstasy as he made her come. His control was better now, though; he wouldn’t finish on the first stroke.

  He crawled slowly onto the bed and ran his hands between her legs to spread her open again. Her pussy glistened with her honey. Levering her legs over his arms, he knelt between her thighs and pulled her toward him until his cock lay along her slit, wallowing in her moisture. He drew a deep breath between his closed teeth.

  “Drew, there’s something you should know. It… It’s been quite a while for me.” She lowered her eyes and blushed. “I’m not sure if I can please you…”

  “Heather, look at me.” When she still averted her eyes, he tapped her butt. She jumped and looked up at him in shock. “Heather. You are beautiful. I want you more every day. I’ll take it slow, and I’ll try to be gentle. If I hurt you, let me know and I’ll stop.”

  Then, placing the crown of his cock at her entrance, he pushed inside.

  She was so tight around his cock, he wasn’t sure if he could last. She felt virgin-tight. Slowly rocking against her, he fed her his cock an inch at a time until she became accustomed to his large length and girth. She felt like the sweetest of vices around his aching cock.

  As he sank the last inch in, seating it to the hilt inside her silky grip, he paused and clenched his jaw to keep from going off. She was so perfect. Why had he fought this for so long? Repositioning his grip on her legs, he looked down at her face.

  Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed with passion, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her raw. “Baby? I don’t know if I can be as gentle as I should be, but I’ll try.”

  “Drew, don’t hold back. I want to feel you. I feel like I’m filled to overflowing, but it’s going to feel so good when you make love to me. Please, Drew, give me all you got.”

  And that broke what little control Drew had. He pulled out, then powered back in one stroke. Hearing her moan turned him on. He wanted to hear more.

  He stroked slow and easy at first, then increased his speed. Her sweet, hot pussy clamped down on him. Her breaths turned to pants, interlaced with keening moans.

  She gasped his name and reached for him, but her position made it impossible to do anything but caress his chest. Her fingernails were short, but as he drove harder into her she scratched his chest, leaving ragged trails on his skin. The sight created a bonfire in his balls.

  Drew pounded into her. The bedsprings squeaked and the headboard hit the wall, adding to their symphony of sexual sounds—the hot, liquid squish of her pussy as he powered in and out, the slapping of flesh as his hips hit hers, his balls banging her ass. She moaned and whimpered, trying to keep from screaming. He wasn’t having it.

  “Come on, baby. Let it out,” he crooned. “If you feel like screaming, scream. That’s it baby. Does my cock pounding into you make you hot? Does the thought of us doing this for hours sound good? Ah, baby. I could keep this up all night, you feel so good.” Drew threw his head back as he felt Heather’s pussy clamp down at his words.

  “One day, real soon, we’ll spend the day in bed and see how much fucking we can handle. I want to take you like this again. I want to see you spread out over the end of the bed, clawing at the blankets as I pound you from behind. I’ll grab your hips to hold you still. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He knew she would. Her eyelids drifted down and she clenched harder on his cock.

  “Or maybe, one day, I’ll call you into my office and lock the door. I’ll pull those baggy pants of yours down, then run my hands up under your shirt, grab these beautiful breasts, and bend you over my desk.” Her eyes widened, so he smiled. “But you’d have to be quiet there. After all, good girls don’t fuck the boss at work.”

  She screamed at that one and another orgasm began to shudder through her. Wow. He’d have to make note of that.

  Right now, she arched up, shuddering and creaming all over his cock. He groaned at the hot flood of her honey around his shaft, dripping down onto his balls. Her hands gripped his forearms, fingernails clenching into his skin. That small bite of pain sent his senses reeling. She was so hot, so tight. He felt a third orgasm shaking her body as he continued to pound into her.

  Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her neck, felt the electricity pour down his spine and gather in his balls. One final thrust and he stayed deep as his orgasm exploded, hot jets of semen splashing into her while her fourth orgasm milked his cock. Her nails raked his back, causing him to arch like a cat into the feeling. He continued to hump into her until the last quiver of both their orgasms had faded.

  Kissing her neck, he ran his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts. He didn’t have the strength to move just yet. He rubbed the outer curve of her breast. “I’m sorry, Heather,” he growled against her skin. “I didn’t mean to be so rough. Or so abrupt. I never even got to pay attention to these lovely ladies. Can you forgive me?”

  Her breath caught on a gasp. “Only if you do that again, real soon.”

  “So, Heather,” he mumbled against her breast, “how about our first date tomorrow night? We can see where this relationship is headed.”

  “I’d like that. Though I think we got a few things out of order, let’s see where this will lead. On one condition.”

  He raised his head to look at her. She was blushing.

  “When you call me in your office, I want you in your uniform and suspenders. I think you look hot in those suspenders.”

  And as the sun came up, the sounds of bedsprings squeaking, a headboard banging, and beautiful moaning could still be heard.

  FALLING ASHES

  Shoshanna Evers

  Susan couldn’t bring herself to turn off the television, even though the reporter standing in front of the forest fire on her screen kept repeating the same things over and over: The firefighters were working around the clock to extinguish the fire. An evacuation route had been set up but no one lived in that part of the woods…

  Thank God.

  At least five firefighters had been airlifted out by the medevac team for treatment of burns and smoke inhalation…

  She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and refused to cry. But she couldn’t seem to turn off the damn TV. None of the surrounding fire stations were even answering the phone, which wasn’t exactly a shocker since every other wife and girlfriend and—whatever she was to Trent—was probably calling around in a panic, just like she’d been doing.

  What if Trent was hurt? He’d started his shift almost twenty-four hours ago; surely they’d relieve him soon so another round of firefighters could go in. But what if he was one of the guys who’d been helicoptered out to the hospital?

  Her cabin was miles from the fire, miles past the evacuation line,
even, but still she could smell the smoke of thousands of trees burning. Tiny white ashes fluttered down past her windows like a light snow.

  Trent, where are you?

  Her cell phone remained silent. No calls. No texts. Could she have overestimated how much she meant to him? He’d never even called her his girlfriend. They had no label, but he meant… everything. Everything to her. The thought that he might be hurt, suffering, and she’d never even know—God. Susan choked back a sob.

  No crying. It was time for action. She’d go to the fucking hospital and wait there until someone told her what the hell was going on, since no one else seemed willing to give her any information.

  Keys in hand, Susan shoved her cell phone into her pocket and ran out the front door, not bothering to turn off the TV or even lock up. No one locked the doors way out here in the boondocks anyway.

  The smell of smoke affronted her nostrils, and she looked up in surprise at just how much the ashes falling seemed to resemble snow. They landed in her hair, blew onto her eyelashes, and she blinked back tears from the irritation. Oh, fuck, Trent. Please be okay.

  “Those better not be tears for me, baby,” a low, strong voice said.

  “Oh my God.” She couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t even heard Trent’s pickup truck pull into her gravel driveway.

  He strode toward her on the grass, still wearing his uniform, still covered in soot and ash. When he dropped his long fireman’s jacket onto the grass, his muscles bulged from the past twenty-four miserable hours of fighting the forest fire.

  “You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Susie,” he murmured, wrapping her in a bear hug, crushing her body against his. He was soaking wet with sweat and filthy with soot. The smell of the fire clung to his uniform, but none of that mattered.

  “You asshole,” she sobbed, forgiving him even as she said it. “You scared me to death. I was on my way to the hospital to check on you.”

  “I texted you as soon as I got off. I had to see you.”

  “But I never got a text…” Damn phone. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’re okay.”

  He brushed some ash out of her hair, a crooked smile on his handsome face. His teeth looked blindingly white compared to his sooty face. “I’m not used to seeing you with snow in your hair. It looks good on you.”

  “I’m not used to seeing you so…dirty.”

  “Does it look good on me?” Trent reached up and pulled down his suspenders, one by one, then tore off his sweaty T-shirt—revealing a tan, muscular torso beaded with sweat.

  Susan could only nod mutely. Yes. God, yes.

  Trent looked to his left and right, as if to remind himself they were truly alone out in her corner of the county. No neighbors in sight.

  Without a word Trent lifted her up over his shoulder, smacking her ass hard. She dropped her car keys in the grass and laughed, exhilarated to be in his arms once more.

  “I need to fuck you, baby,” he growled. “So we either do it here on the grass, in the smoke and ash, or we go inside and get your nice clean bed all dirty.”

  Her pussy clenched at his words. “Fuck me here, Trent. Now.” Outside, she felt animalistic and…ready. So fucking ready. He could get her wet with just one of his smoldering looks.

  Trent set her down slowly, letting her body slide over the front of his as he released her from his fireman’s carry. Her ass still tingled from the smack he’d given her.

  “Do you spank all the women you rescue when you throw them over your shoulder?” she asked, feigning jealousy.

  “Nope.” He leaned in, his stubble scratching her cheek. “But I always want to.”

  Susan giggled and grabbed the suspenders hanging down his hips on either side of his uniform. “You don’t need these to keep your pants on right now, you know that, right?”

  Trent grinned and sat down in the grass, looking up into the smoky night sky just as she had done not moments before. “You want me to get buck naked right here?”

  “More than anything.”

  Trent pulled off his boots, tossing them to the side. Susie watched with anticipation, running her tongue over her lower lip.

  “This ain’t no show, baby,” he teased. “Take off your shirt for me.”

  Susan pulled it up over her head so quickly she heard a seam rip. Fuck it. She couldn’t get out of her clothes and onto her man fast enough, as far as she was concerned. All those hours worrying, wondering… She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans.

  Trent stared at her as he pulled his pants off, the reflective stripes gleaming in the dark. He looked tall and dark and almost menacing in a sexy-as-hell way, naked, sweaty and streaked with soot. The look in his eyes made her feel desirable. Needed.

  God knows she needed him, too.

  “I was so scared, Trent,” she admitted.

  “Yeah, me too,” he admitted, as he pulled her into his arms, his sweat-slicked chest rubbing against her breasts.

  Her nipples immediately hardened into tight buds. “You were scared?” The thought never occurred to her, somehow, that a man as big and strong and courageous as Trent could ever be scared of anything.

  “Yeah. Scared I was never going to get the chance to see you again.” He lifted her up, and her thighs spread to lock around his waist.

  She was dripping wet and so ready for him, but his revelation, combined with her arousal, made her gasp with surprise when his hard length impaled her.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he murmured, sliding her body up and down his cock as if her weight was nothing to him. Carrying around that heavy fire hose all night, it probably wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

  She threw back her head and moaned with pleasure, letting him control her body, their rhythm. Every thrust hit a tender spot deep inside her that made her want to stay wrapped around his body, standing and fucking in the front yard, forever.

  With a moan she melted into him, her orgasm coming over her in slow waves that left her gasping for breath.

  “That’s my girl. I’m laying you down now,” he whispered. “Don’t worry. I gotcha.”

  Worrying about anything, once she was in his arms, would never happen. It was when he was gone, walking into a fire everyone else was fleeing from, that she worried.

  He kept himself inside her as he laid her on the prickly grass, covering her with his muscular torso. Ashes from the sky fluttered around her face, and she buried her head in his neck to protect her eyes and nose. He smelled like the fire, like the woods.

  “Hold tight,” he growled, and her cries of ecstasy were muffled against his neck as he rammed into her in hard, long strokes that quickened as he grew closer to his own climax. With a groan of satisfaction, he pulled out, a hot jet of his come covering her belly.

  She smiled up at him, blinking away the white ash that covered her lashes. “Why were you scared you’d never get to see me again?” she asked, cuddling against his naked, dirty torso, letting the sticky come on her belly slide between their bodies. She wondered vaguely if they should hose off before entering her house for a proper shower.

  “Don’t matter now that I’m here with you.”

  “I think it matters.”

  “I was scared, Susie. What can I say? Some of my squad got hurt. Trees were burning, falling, the smoke was so thick I could barely breathe even with my mask on…” He paused and shook his head as if to clear it of the memory. “And then all I could think about was how much I wanted to get back into your arms.”

  Susan nodded, rubbing her face against his chest. “Why? Why me?” Please, please tell me. Make it real.

  “You’re gonna make me say it, ain’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  Trent laughed and sat up, looking down into her eyes. “’Cause I love you. You know that.”

  “Now I do,” she whispered, then laughed giddily in return. “And I love you too.”

  “Well, all right then.” He picked her up, naked, and tossed her over his shou
lder. “Let’s go get clean so we can get dirty again.”

  He walked back toward her front door, leaving their clothes and his uniform in a pile on the lawn.

  “Hey, what about our clothes? Your boots?”

  “Leave ’em for later,” he said, smacking her ass to punctuate his words.

  Susan squealed, loving every second of it. Loving him.

  “Now you know the truth ’bout how I feel,” he said, “I get to do whatever I want to this ass, ain’t that right?” His voice was filled with mischievous glee.

  “How about you take my ass to the shower?” she suggested, staring at the rippling muscles of his back from her upside-down position.

  Trent laughed. “Will do.” His voice quieted. “I’m so fucking glad I got a second chance to tell you.”

  “Me too.” Her eyes teared up.

  I love you, Trent.

  FIRE EXTINGUISHER

  Rowan Elizabeth

  Middle-of-the-night sirens wake me. I pull up on my elbows and my covers slip down past my breasts.

  Fuck. I hate midnight runs.

  I tune in on the direction of the sirens. If they get louder, the guys are headed for downtown. If they grow dim, it could be the interstate. I can’t wish for either. No one wants a house fire. No one wants a nasty wreck.

  The sirens scream closer and then past, one street over.

  “Be careful, guys,” I whisper into the dark and flop back into my pillow. I desperately want to call my husband. But he’s on that ride. Geared up. Adrenaline pumping. So, I pull the covers up to my chin and wait for his text when it’s all done.

  Eric has been on every type of run. The ones he laughs about and the ones he won’t talk about, even to me. I hope tonight’s run is another black-humor night.

  But then I hear more sirens as the ambulance and a couple of police cars follow.

  Eric’s in charge of the fighters on this run. He’s the shift lieutenant—always in control and fiercely tough. He never stands back and barks orders. He’s in the smoke and flames or in a gasoline pool with the rest of them.