Five Alarm Christmas: A Firefighter Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

  I felt confused all night and into the next morning.

  Fuck this bullshit. I liked simplicity.

  Sleeping with the guys was easy. We were all hot, horny coworkers. We lived together. What was wrong with sleeping together, too?

  But I knew that was careless. Sleeping together complicated everything. I could create a downward spiral that would destroy our collective relationship, and the entire station as a result.

  I’d known it all along but hadn’t wanted to accept it. It had taken Vazquez’s comments to really get through the resistance I’d put up in my head.

  I lingered in my bed long after my alarm went off, delaying going out and seeing the others. It was now too late to go for a run. Finally I pulled myself out of my warm sheets, took a shower, and dressed slowly in my casual blues.

  “Morning,” Christian said from the table. He didn’t look up, and he sounded distant.

  “Sparks brought breakfast,” Angel said from the kitchen. He and Sparks were unwrapping what looked like McDonald’s breakfast biscuits.

  “That was sweet of you,” I said. “Though I’m sure it’s just your way of avoiding eating my pancakes.”

  “It was on the way,” he said without looking at me.

  Yeah, things are definitely weird between all of us.

  We made awkward small talk while eating. Several times I considered clearing the air but I couldn’t muster the energy. Staying silent was easier.

  Our first call came in around mid-morning. While we were on the back of the truck I finally worked up the nerve to say something to Sparks.

  “Dude, what gives?”

  “What do you mean?” he said, still not making eye contact.

  “You’re acting weird.”

  “I’m just focused on our job. Like you should be.”

  “Listen. If what happened the other night was weird…”

  Sparks made an exasperated sound. “Typical. Making something into a bigger deal than it is. Just leave me alone, Amy. Alright?”

  I think that was the first time he’d called me Amy instead of Netty. Somehow that made his words sound even colder.

  We had a reasonably busy day. We were the second truck on a residential fire that spread to two neighboring houses, and then had a few smaller calls in the afternoon. That night Sparks quickly showered, changed, and said, “I’m going out.” He was gone before I could ask where he was going.

  Shit. I’ve really fucked things up with him.

  “Wonder what’s up his ass,” Christian said.

  Angel shrugged. “Who knows?”

  I know.

  “Hey,” Christian said. “What was up with last night?”

  I let out a deep breath. “Good, I’m glad someone broached the subject.”

  “It felt more than just you blowing us off,” Angel said. His dark eyes studied me from across the table. “Not that anything is expected of you, of course.”

  “No, I know what you mean,” I said. “I just wasn’t feeling it last night.”

  “Are you sure that’s it?” Christian asked.

  I started to insist that it was, then relented. There was no use hiding it now that we were actually talking.

  I spent the next few minutes telling them about my worries. That as long as I’d been a firefighter, a female firefighter, I’d been told not to get romantically involved with my unit mates. That it was a recipe for disaster and would only lead to people getting hurt. That even though it was fun and light now, it would certainly change along with our expectations.

  I also carefully avoided telling them about Sparks and I. They would probably take it just fine, but talking about one thing at a time was best.

  “I’m not going to lie,” Angel said when I was done. “I share your concerns.”

  Christian’s head whipped toward him on the couch. “You do?”

  “Sure. It’s great right now. Most relationships are at the beginning. But what happens if we all get bored of this after a few weeks? It’ll be like a breakup, only a hundred times worse.”

  “I’ve been trying not to think about that,” Christian admitted. “I’m good at putting off problems until later.”

  “Me too,” I said.

  “Then what do we do?” Angel asked. “End things now and pretend nothing happened?”

  After a short pause, we all struggled—and failed—to suppress grins.

  “No, doesn’t look like any of us want to stop,” I said.

  “Then let’s make a promise,” Christian said. He leaned forward like he was sharing a plan. “No matter what happens, if things fizzle out we go back to being professionals. No hard feelings. Deal?”

  “Deal,” I said. Angel said the same thing, and we all nodded.

  “You guys don’t get jealous?” I asked.

  Christian shook his head. “Not even a little bit.”

  “You say that…”

  “Honest,” he insisted. “We’ve been unit mates a long time. We’re used to sharing everything. Our job, our work space. Food, TV, free time…”

  “Are you implying I’m like a TV?” I asked.

  “A really good TV,” Angel said. “Like, 4K quality. Liquid plasma display.”

  “But I’m serious,” Christian said. “We don’t get jealous.”

  A tingle of mischief ran up my spine. This was something I could put to the test.

  “Not even if I did something like this…?”

  I slid off the couch and onto my knees in front of Angel. Within seconds I had his cock out, long and soft. By the time my tongue had run from the base to the underside of his tip he was as hard as a steel beam.

  “That’s not fair!” Christian said.

  “All’s fair in love and war,” I said.

  “Yeah, but this is cruel.”

  “I don’t think it’s so bad,” Angel said in a throaty voice.

  “Yeah, of course you don’t!” he said.

  “Too bad for you.” I bent over Angel’s cock and took him in my mouth, sucking down his shaft and back up. A steady blowjob while my hand cupped his coin purse, massaging gently while keeping my lips tight around his meat.

  I sped up, really going to town on him. A plan was forming in my head, and it involved getting Angel as close to coming as possible. I needed him on the edge before the next part.

  “Fuck,” Angel moaned, putting a hand on my shoulder. “This is pure bliss.”

  Hearing his pleasure turned me on too. I started rubbing myself through my pants, warming up my own engine before we really got going. Up and down I went, a steady friction on his skin as his legs began to tense. Soon he was thrusting up into my mouth—not a lot, just an involuntary jerk in time with my lips. A few millimeters. His desire for me was palpable as I sucked him off.

  When I thought he was close I pulled away, making a loud POP sound as my lips left the head of his cock. “Tell me again you don’t get jealous,” I said to Christian.

  “Okay, maybe a little bit,” he said.

  “You’ve shown admirable restraint,” I said. “Take your pants off.”

  While he rushed to obey my command I removed my own clothes, pants and shirt and bra. I stretched, striking a pose with my chest out and my head back. Their desire practically wafted off them like cologne.

  I straddled Christian on the couch, but didn’t take him inside me yet. Instead I pressed my pussy lips against the shaft, grinding up and down on it, coating it with my juices while kissing Christian. I ran a hand around the back of his head, feeling every strand of his feathery hair.

  When I finally reached between us and guided him into me, he groaned like he was the one being stabbed instead of me.

  “That was worth the wait,” he said up at me. He punctuated that with a hard slap on my ass.

  “Oh!” I yelped, wagging my finger in front of his face. “That wasn’t very nice.”

  “Neither was teasing me with Angel,” he said with a smile.

  “Do it again.”

  This ti
me he used his other hand to smack my other ass cheek. The flare of pain and the warmth afterwards accentuated the feel of his cock deep inside of me while I rode him.

  “You have a very smackable ass,” he said.

  “I do.” I reached a hand over to stroke Angel’s hard manhood while he watched us. “How do you like being an observer?”

  “I prefer participating,” he said. “But I’m good at waiting my turn.”

  “Good boy,” I said, stroking faster. It was time for the next part of what I wanted. “Angel?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Want to fuck me in the ass?”

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  Angel

  The words turned me on more than anything I’d ever heard somebody say.

  “Well?” she said.

  Christian laughed underneath her. “I think his shocked silence is a yes.”

  “Fuck yeah I do,” I said.

  “Then come here.”

  I rose on the couch, allowing Amy’s hand to pull me to her waiting mouth. She sucked on me a little longer, coating me with her saliva until I was dripping with it. Then she looked up at me and smiled.

  “Can you handle it?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “You’ll have to go slow. Just the tip at first.”

  I rounded her, lining up behind her big behind. It was mesmerizingly beautiful as she rose and fell on my unit mate’s penis, her pussy lips wide and swollen around the shaft.

  This was my greatest fantasy, one I’d never actually had fulfilled. I’d never been with a woman who liked anal, or who was willing to give it a shot. Yet here was a beautiful goddess bent over, waiting for me to stick my dick in her ass.

  Fuck. Just thinking about it almost made me come right then and there.

  I licked my fingers and rubbed them up and down between her cheeks, getting her hole nice and wet. Amy bent low over Christian and reached back with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide for me. Her puckered little rosebud waited.

  Trembling with excitement, I pushed the tip of my head against her back door. It was like pushing against a brick wall. There was no way I would be able to fit. But slowly Amy began to relax, and suddenly I was gaining ground. The very tip of my penis began to disappear, then a little bit more, until finally my entire bulging head passed beyond the outer rim.

  “Oh!” she said.

  “Are you okay?”

  “More than okay,” she said. “Stay like that, inside me. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I said. “Baby, you’re so tight.”

  She looked back at me, eyelids heavy with lust. “Only because you’re so big.” Then she looked down at Christian and said, “Give it to me.”

  Like a waterbed suddenly jumped on, Christian began moving up and down beneath Amy. Even with just my tip inside her I could feel his girth pushing against her inner walls, indirectly experiencing the pleasure she was feeling. As she rocked along with him it moved my own body back and forth, a captive to their sex.

  I breathed harder as I watched, more turned on than I’d ever been before.

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  Amy

  There was something about it that was so… intoxicating.

  I don’t know what it was. Anal sex didn’t feel as good as vaginal, but it had its own charms. It was taboo, which was a pleasure in itself. The pressure accentuated other feelings, especially while Christian was inside of me. That’s when I usually experimented by myself: one dildo in my pussy, and then other, smaller toys in my rear. The two actions were better combined than they were alone.

  I’m not going to lie: it hurt a little bit. Even though it was just Angel’s tip that was enough to make me wince. But mind was stronger than matter, and the idea of what was happening quickly overpowered anything else. That, and I began to relax. Once everything relaxed he felt right at home inside my trunk.

  As Christian moved underneath me, it created a pincer attack on my lady parts. His long cock wedging against Angel’s stiff head, like a big anal bead. Throw in his growing moans behind me and it was like a volcano of ecstasy slowly erupting.

  I kissed Christian to keep from screaming, forcing my tongue into his mouth like my life depended on it. Faster and faster he went, the intensity of pleasure in my two holes rising rapidly.

  “You’re so tight,” Angel repeated, grabbing my hips with both hands. He was moving slightly, only a few grains at a time. It was just enough, right on the edge of what I could take while Christian fucked me from underneath, jackhammering up inside me.

  I squeezed my rear around him, making it even tighter for him. He moaned louder, and I looked back at him to drink in his pleasure. He was gripping my body so tight that the veins in his arms bulged. Powerful and strong.

  “Oh Amy,” Christian said. Now his body was slapping against mine as he neared his climax. “Amy, oh my God…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes, yes…”

  His cries turned into one long, wordless moan. He grabbed my ass, his hands next to Angel’s to steady me over him, while he thrust his final thrusts. His orgasm was fierce and sudden, a lightning strike of ecstasy that made his entire hard body shudder underneath me like an earthquake.

  “I’m coming!” Angel suddenly said, fingers tightening around my hips. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  He began to pull out until I said, “Come in my ass!”

  I felt the tip of his cock spasm inside my asshole, filling me with his seed. He pushed a little bit deeper as he came, widening my rim more than any toy ever had, and it felt perfect while he gave me rope after rope of his love.

  *

  We fell into a nice rhythm. Working hard during the day and then having hot, energetic sex at night. Two mornings later I was so tired from riding Christian the night before that I struggled doing my leg workouts in the gym.

  There were a few more suspected arsons, too. But thanks to the heightened activity in the area during this time of year the Fire Inspector was overloaded with cases. We filled out our reports and sent them on even though we knew nothing would come of them.

  We had a close call on Wednesday. Angel and Christian were approaching a garage fire when a gas tank suddenly went up in a puff of flame and pressure. The explosion was strong enough to knock Christian off his feet. It didn’t do any real damage to him, and we all laughed about it later that night, but it was the nervous laughter of men and women who were walking a fine line with danger.

  It made the sex Christian and I had that night especially urgent.

  Sparks remained distant, and I gave him his space. He was not the kind of guy to open up if I confronted him. He’d come around eventually. Or he wouldn’t.

  I tried anal with Angel one night when it was just the two of us.

  “Are you sure?” he asked me in the darkness, his gorgeous face only inches from mine.

  “Why not? We’ve done it before.”

  “That was just the tip,” he pointed out. “Right when I came.”

  “And I loved it,” I whispered. “I want more. Don’t you?”

  The glimmer in his eye was all the answer I needed.

  He kissed me harder, pushing me back into the cloud-like comforter of the bed. His hands ran down my chest, pawing at my full breasts before moving between my legs, rubbing my slit up and down. I reached into the side table and pulled out my lube, waggling it in front of his face.

  Angel took it and grinned. “You came prepared.”

  “I try.”

  He reached underneath me and grabbed my ass, lifting it with one hand while sliding two pillows underneath. That propped my lady parts up in the air, vulnerable for the taking. Angel rubbed lube on his cock, then used his fingers to rub around my tight little asshole, readying me for what would come. He started to slide a finger in but I put a hand on his chest to stop him.

  “You,” I said. “I want you inside me.”

  He grabbed my thighs with both hands and pushed them toward me, lifting my ass even further in the air. I felt the ti
p of his cock rub against my cheeks and against my back door, making me tingle with anticipation. He thrust forward but it only slid past, up and down. He pushed my legs together above me and then held the ankles with one hand, using his now free hand to take hold of his cock and press it against my little rosebud. I relaxed, and slowly it began to invade me, pushing with wonderful forbidden pressure.

  “Fuck,” he said as the head slid all the way in. I sighed at the feel of my ring wrapped around it, holding him inside like a hostage.

  “More,” I said. “I want all of you.”

  Angel put his palm on my belly and used his thumb to rub my clit in a circle. “Let me savor it, baby.”

  While rubbing me, he started thrusting slowly. He was tentative like a house guest sticking their head in the door, asking if it was okay to come in. But each thrust from his slick cock went a little bit deeper, touching parts of me that had never been touched.

  “Holy fuck, you feel good,” I said. “You’re so deep.”

  “You’re so tight,” he said, thumb rubbing faster on my sensitive place. “Your ass is so. Fucking. Tight!”

  I was shocked at how easily he moved in and out. There was no pain, not even a little bit. Just the hammering of his meat against the walls of my pussy, stimulating me in a new and exciting way.

  “Fuck my ass,” I said while watching him. He was beautiful like this, upright and showing off his lean muscle. “Fuck my ass, Angel!”

  Soon he was groaning and pounding me with everything he had. He pushed as deep as he could inside of me, every inch of his cock buried in my ass, as he began to come. He screamed loudly and with so much enthusiasm it almost sounded fake, but there was nothing fake about the way it felt.

  “Oh my God,” he said as he slowed. “I can’t believe I came so fast…”

  “I can,” I said, leaning up to kiss him. “I have a tight little ass.”

  “I’ll say.”

  He started to pull back but I wrapped my arms around him. “Don’t leave me. I like the way you feel. You fill me.”

  I kissed him tenderly and ran my hand through his dark hair. I didn’t want him to go anywhere.