Burning for the Fireman

by J L Taft

  I watched her face carefully as she thought over what I said. “So you’re not into vanilla sex?” she asked with an uneasy tone.

  “I didn’t say that.”

  I took the wineglass from her hand and set both hers and mine on the low table in front of the couch. Cupping her face, I tugged her close until she almost fell into my lap. She braced her arms against my chest and stared up at me.

  “I want you any way you’re willing to let me have you, Allie. Nothing else but you and what you want matters to me tonight.” It was the truth.

  She surprised me by leaning in those last few inches and pressing her sweet lips to mine. The kiss was gentle and it lit a fire deep inside me, but this time something felt different.

  Her lips parted, and while swirling my tongue around hers, I gripped her hips and pulled her the rest of the way into my lap. I was so hard I was sure she could feel me against her hip. She confirmed my suspicion by wiggling her rear just enough to have me groaning loudly.

  My hands slid over her but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her naked and under me. Breaking our kiss, I stood with her in my arms.

  I walked quickly to the bedroom as she suckled on that tender place just under my ear. I set her on her feet at the foot of my bed.

  Tangling my fingers in her hair, feeling it slide against my skin, sent a tremor down my back. I wanted to keep this slow and steady but the firm grip I had on my control was rapidly fraying.

  Holding her gaze, I kissed her again, pulling her closer and closer until she was on her toes and her arms were around my neck. I lowered my hands to her back, rubbing the tensed muscles there until she leaned into me and sighed against my mouth.

  Slowly, I lowered the back zipper of her dress, the sound of the teeth separating loud in the quiet room. I sucked in a breath as my fingers slid under the fabric and on her satiny skin.

  Spreading my hands, I pulled the fabric over her shoulders and let the dress flutter to the floor. I took a step back and greedily took in the sight of her. The light from the bedside lamp gave off a soft glow and it was just enough.

  Her pale skin had freckles here and there and her shell-pink bra and thong were hardly more than scraps of lace. She was perfect and I pulled her back into my arms for another kiss while I ran my hands up and down her sides.

  But it wasn’t enough. I needed more and as I stared down into her eyes, I knew she was ready for more too. Her hands went to my shirt and her fingers shook as she slowly slid each button free. I gritted my teeth in impatience, fighting the urge to jerk the fabric free with one fierce tear.

  Allie held my gaze, her lips parted and her breath coming in soft pants. Finally the last button slid free and her hands roamed over my skin, her fingers leaving a trail of fire. She pushed the shirt off my shoulders and went for the belt buckle on my jeans.

  “Not yet, baby. This is about you, remember?”

  Her eyes widened but I stuck to my guns. If she took off my jeans my now, I would be buried inside her way before I’d planned to be. Scooping her up, hooking her legs around my waist, I climbed into the bed, laying her in the center.

  Her hands roamed over every inch of my skin she could reach, her nails scraping here and there. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose or not. Either way, I had tremors of heat sliding through me.

  My breath caught as she stared up at me, her eyes glazed and her chest heaving. Bracing over her, I hovered for long minutes before pressing the full length of my body against her. She moaned near my ear as her legs wrapped around me tightly. Our lips met, tongues seeking and sliding together.

  Snaking my hand down her back, I flicked her bra open and pushed it up out of the way. Breaking our kiss, I slid my hands down to cup her breasts for the first time. They fit in my palms as if she had been made just for me. Her nipples were a pretty pink and demanding my attention.

  Closing my mouth around one taut peak, I groaned when the taste of her hit my tongue. I took my time with each breast, covering every inch with openmouthed kisses and nibbles. I continued my path down her ribs and over her stomach, pausing to dart my tongue inside her bellybutton.

  Her back arched and her hands clutched my forearms. It had never been like this for me. Every sigh and every moan from her shot straight through me. I wasn’t going to let her down and have her wake beside me tomorrow disappointed.

  If I was being honest with myself, I hadn’t had straight-up vanilla sex in a long time because I didn’t want to run the risk of having a woman misinterpret my intentions. But I suddenly found myself bothered by the fact that Allie might not think there were any emotions involved in this.

  To me, this was making love…not fucking.

  Gazing down at her, at her flushed skin, her spread legs, and her chest rising and falling as she panted, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. But there was no backing out now.

  Hooking my fingers in her thong, I tugged it down, over her legs, past her knees and off her feet and then tossed it behind me.

  She lay sprawled naked before me and her eyes opened as I stared at her. I gave her my best smile, and lifting her leg, I restarted my kissing spree, this time beginning at the arch of her foot.

  Watching me through hooded eyes, she groaned loudly when my tongue reached that sensitive spot behind her knee. Her inner thighs trembled as I ran my mouth back and forth across them, from one side to the other.

  I skipped past her quivering pussy, already smelling the haze of her desire swirling around us. She moaned in frustration as I kissed the indentations of her hips, and her fingers tangled in my hair.

  I wanted to stretch it out longer but I couldn’t resist burying my face between her legs. I felt her tense as I trailed kisses closer and closer.

  “Please, Ryker,” she whispered, tugging my hair and trying to bring my head closer.

  “Please what, baby?” I asked, hovering inches from her quivering flesh, making sure my warm breath blew against her.

  Her belly sucked in and her hips lifted from the bed. She was wet and ready for me, already close to the edge.

  I sucked in a deep mouthful of air then blew it out gradually as I lowered my mouth. Her hips jerked with the first lap of my tongue and I wrapped my arms around her legs to hold her in place.

  She tasted so good and I took my time, learning her pink folds, carefully watching her reaction. Long licks had her sucking her breath in between her teeth, and flicking her little nub had her panting.

  Knowing just the right spot to push her over and have her fall apart in my arms, I avoided it. I wanted this to be mind-blowing for her and the longer I waited, the better it would be for her.

  Long minutes went by with only her moans of pleasure filling the room. Each sound that escaped her lips made my cock swell, until I was using every spare square inch of my jeans.

  “Ryker…” she groaned loudly and her fingers tightened in the sheets under her.

  My name on her lips thrilled me. Centering my attention, I gave her just what she needed. Flicking her clit steadily and relentlessly, I held my pace, even as she writhed and wailed on the bed.

  But I wasn’t holding her tight enough. She jerked suddenly, ripping her hips from my arms and taking me by surprise. I sat up slowly, trying to figure out what the hell happened as she rolled onto her stomach, panting heavily.

  Realizing she had pulled away just before the moment of orgasm, I blew out a breath. This was going to be harder than I’d thought but I wasn’t giving up.

  She had retreated to the other side of the bed, pulling away from me physically as well as emotionally. Laying my hand on her lower back, I felt her tremble.

  Stretching out beside her, I slid my hand from her neck to her tailbone and back again.

  “What are you so afraid of, Allie?” I asked quietly, bracing myself for her answer.

  Chapter Four

  Allie kept her face turned away from me but she sucked in a deep breath.

  “Talk to me, darlin’,” I cajoled, sweeping
the red-gold curls from her face. Trailing my fingers over her cheek then down to her chin, I waited until her eyes focused on me.

  Warily, she gazed up at me and I suddenly realized this was no longer about me, no longer about a simple night of pleasure. Allie was different, if for no other reason than that she was here, in my bed.

  A single tear leaked from one of her big blue eyes but her face stayed calm.

  “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, Ryker,” she said quietly.

  “I’m not willing to give up quite yet,” I told her with a smile.

  “It’s just too much pressure and I don’t want to disappoint you,” she mumbled.

  Someone had done some damage to this woman, scarring her emotionally. The thought of someone hurting her made me want to hunt down the man and beat him to a bloody pulp.

  Staring deep into her eyes, I told her, “There is no way you could possibly disappoint me.”

  “I highly doubt that,” she muttered.

  “Hey,” I whispered, tilting up her face so she had no choice but to look me in the eye. “What’s this all about? Tell me why you pulled away. You were close, weren’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “Why didn’t you just let go, baby?” I asked her. I was frustrated that she didn’t seem inclined to answer my questions.

  “I don’t know.” She sighed. “It just didn’t feel right with you…you know, down there. I felt alone and selfish.”

  This was a first for me. A woman who felt selfish over receiving oral sex only made me want her more. My cock sprang back to life, swelling quickly in my jeans.

  But I think I knew what she was getting at though. She wanted me with her.

  Taking her hand, I pressed it against my hardness. “Do you feel that?” I asked.

  She nodded, her eyes going wide.

  Leaning down close to her ear, I whispered, “Sucking and licking your beautiful pussy is something I want to do, something I enjoy. It brings me pleasure to eat you. Is that so hard to understand?”

  After staring at me intently for long seconds, she replied, “It does surprise me.”

  “It’s the truth,” I ground out in her ear and felt the shiver that slid down her back. “I’d love to try again, if you’ll let me.” That was something else new to me—asking permission. I held my breath as I waited for her answer.

  “All right, Ryker. We can try again.”

  I could tell by her tone she already expected failure and it hurt my ego to think that she had so little faith in us. I wasn’t going to fail her but it meant opening a part of myself I hadn’t let anyone close to in years…my heart.

  Could I let her in just enough to give her what she needed? As I stared down into her big blue eyes I suddenly knew if I let her in, even a little, there would be no going back. But the thought didn’t make me want to turn tail and run like it usually did when a woman got too close.

  The decision was made and with it I felt the ironclad control I had always held on to so tightly crumble around me. I let her in.

  She watched my face intently as I stared at her and then she smiled. She smiled at me as if she knew what was going through my mind. Lowering my face and body slowly, I centered myself on top of her. I held still a breath away from her and her arms and legs came up to wrap around me.

  Our gazes locked until she lifted her head and pressed her lips to mine. It was a sweet kiss that made my eyes slide closed and my chest swell.

  Our tongues tangled and our bodies slipped closer together, fitting perfectly. Breaking our kiss only when I felt the need for breath, I trailed my mouth down her neck. Her hands glided across my back, kneading and squeezing here and there. I groaned as her seeking fingers slid under the waistband of my jeans and she sank her nails into the top part of my ass.

  Tugging me closer, she rubbed her pussy against me and I could feel her heat through my jeans. I was breathing heavy as I slid down her body far enough to reach her nipples with my mouth. Her back arched as I sucked first one and then the other, gliding back and forth until they were wet and standing at attention.

  She had perfect breasts—made for my hands—with pale-pink tips that got darker the longer I spent with them between my lips. Her skin slid under my palms as if she were made of satin.

  Allie’s hands continued to roam over me, missing nothing as she explored my back, shoulders and chest. She moaned whenever she gripped a particularly hard muscle. I was putty in her hands.

  She tugged gently until I was centered on her again and then she applied pressure on my shoulders, making me lift and put a few inches of unwanted space between us. Her finger grazed my stomach as she reached for my jeans, causing everything in my midsection to clench involuntarily. Squeezing my eyes shut, I braced tightly above her as she went to work opening my button and lowering the zipper.

  I watched her face as she maneuvered my throbbing cock out of my jeans and into her warm hands. She moaned, her eyes closed, and she tightened her fingers around me.

  I was lost in the story that was her face, seeing each emotion bloom even more beautiful than the last.

  Her hands pushed and pulled on my jeans and boxers until she had them to mid-thigh. I held my breath when I felt the tingle of her nails dragging across my sides and the front of my hips.

  God, it was as if everything was suddenly, incredibly more intense. Every touch of her soft hands drove me farther from sanity, catching me off guard and throwing me off my game. Things weren’t supposed to happen this way. I was supposed to be the one in control of the situation but instead I felt as if I was losing my grip.

  She jerked me back down on top of her, catching me unaware and giving me no time to control my descent. Allie groaned as I landed hard, and I worried for a second I was squishing her.

  But my concern disappeared when my cock nudged against her dripping-wet entrance. The heat between her legs called to me and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer to feel her wrapped around me.

  “Lose the jeans, Ryker,” she growled in my ear.

  Glancing down at her and seeing the same roaring need in her eyes that was tearing me up, I wasted no time. Rolling off her, I dug the condoms out of my pocket, threw them on the bed and kicked my jeans and boxers down my legs. I rolled a condom on quickly, tossing the wrapper to the floor.

  Within seconds, I was back on top of her and she was grinning up at me.

  “Took you long enough,” she said playfully as she slid her legs up and down the length of mine.

  “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, darling.” I smirked down at her while I nudged her opening and fit my body farther between her legs. I sucked in a breath to gain some control over the raging need to drive into her with force.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured and lifted her hips to grind against me.

  I reached between us to adjust my cock so I was rubbing on the full length of her pussy without going in. I felt her wetness coat me as I stroked up and down, her juices spreading and smoothing out the motion.

  I watched her expression as I increased the pressure. Surprise spread across her features as I grazed her clit over and over. It was sweet agony, feeling her moist heat and not sinking into her, but I didn’t want to lose the look of pleasurable torment on her face.

  Her nails sank into my shoulders and she trembled in my arms. The sweat rolled down my back and my cock throbbed. Shoving my hands under her shoulders, I tangled my fingers in her hair and changed the angle of my hips, nudging the head against her opening.

  Her eyes flew open and I caught her gaze as I pushed the first inch into her wet heat. I grew impossibly harder.

  “More,” she groaned, hooking her legs over my hips and urging me closer.

  I slid halfway, feeling her walls clench around me. Holding back was suddenly no longer an option.

  I thrust home, sinking into her to the hilt. Her back arched, nails digging into my back, legs tightening on my hips. I couldn’t hold back the animalistic sound that came rolling from my throat and past my lips.


  I could have died happy in that moment.

  Sucking in breaths, I glanced down to see Allie staring up at me, her mouth hanging open and shock written in her eyes.

  “What is it, baby?” Had I hurt her?

  “That noise you made?”

  “Yeah?” Shit.

  She lowered her eyes and I brushed the hair from her face.

  “Go on,” I prompted.

  Finally catching my gaze, she asked, “Does it really feel that good?”

  Was this woman for real? Or had she just never been with a man who was vocal?

  “Haven’t you ever screamed during sex?” I asked, half of my words coming out gutturally as her walls rippled along my cock. It wasn’t the best time for a conversation but I wanted to know the answer.

  She didn’t have to say anything. I could see her answer in her eyes.

  “Maybe that’s something we can fix,” I told her, rocking my hips, making sure my pelvic bone rubbed on her swollen clit.

  Tunneling her fingers in my hair, she pulled me close. “I like the sounds you make,” she said, before closing the distance and kissing me.

  Tongues tangled and lips mashed as we found a rhythm that went on and on.

  She had tightened on my cock little by little as we lay motionless. Desperate to move, I pulled out and sank back into her.

  Groaning near her ear, I grumbled, “Yeah, it really feels that good, baby.” Then there was no more time for talking.

  I set a steady pace, watching her face and making sure I hit her sweet spot with every thrust as the pressure built. Dark passion slipped from my mouth, deep, low groans that I hardly recognized as my own.

  I saw the moment Allie’s body took over her senses. Her face tightened, her breath came in heavy pants, and high-pitched moans came from her lips. I sank lower on her, putting my weight on my forearms and brought my mouth to her neck.

  Sucking and licking at the skin on her shoulder, I increased the pace. Her hips lifted to meet every lunge and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out but I didn’t want it to end either.