Single Dad Burning Up

by Cathryn Fox

  “Right now, I just want to see you in my boxers.”

  She laughs at that, and presses her small hand over my aching cock, squeezing me through the dark fabric. I groan, and put my hand over hers, lifting my hips and pushing a little harder. She grins, and pushes my hand away, wanting to take things at her speed. She slides her panties off, shimmies on the bed until she’s between my legs and grips the elastic band on my boxers. One quick tug frees my cock, and it slaps against my stomach. She takes me into her hands, admiration all over her face as she examines me, long thorough strokes as she weighs me in her palm.

  “Nice,” she says.

  “Yeah,” I agree as the warmth of her hands zaps my balls. She runs her hand up and down the length of me, and pre-cum spills from my tip. Fuck, when was the last time I felt like a hormonal teen, ready to explode on contact?

  “You do like this,” she says, a playful smile turning up the corners of those kissable lips. She puts one leg over mine, and she straddles my leg as she bends forward and runs her soft pink tongue over my crown.

  “Fuck yeah,” I say.

  “Mmm,” she moans and lifts her head. “I do like the taste of you.”

  My cock jumps as she trails her finger down the long length of me. I want her mouth on me, I want it on me so goddamn bad it’s all I can do not to take her head and guide her down. But I want to do things on her terms, even if it fucking kills me.

  “Let’s see what else you like,” she says, and closes her mouth around my crown. She leans forward and I grip the bedding as I slide to the back of her throat. She chokes a bit, and I try to pull out, but she’s not having any of that. I look down at her, take pleasure in the way I slide in and out of her hot mouth, but as I watch her, I get the sense that this is about her as much as it’s about me. She’s experimenting, having sex her way, the way she wants, and goddammit, I’m going to give her that—and I’m not going to hate it. Nope, I’m going to fucking explode down her throat as she figures out what she likes in bed. What a hardship, huh?

  She moans around my throbbing cock, and the tremors race through my body. She is so good at this. I plop from her mouth, and she uses her tongue, runs it over my tight skin. Her exploration is slow, thorough, completely effective in taking me to the damn edge, and leaving me hovering there. I want to be inside her when I come, but this, how can I say no to head when it’s this fucking good for both of us?

  “Gemma. I’m really close. Tell me what you want. Do you want me to come in your mouth, or do you want me inside you?”

  She frowns like she’s struggling with the answer, and I like that she wants to try everything with me. She runs her fingers up and down my cock, and I clench down on my teeth to hold on.

  “What if I wanted both?”

  She cups my balls and in that instant, I know I’m fucked. I also know it won’t take me long to be hard again. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve had a soft warm body in my bed, a mouth or hand on me.

  “You can have both,” I say, through gritted teeth.

  “Good.” Smiling she takes me back into her mouth, and I go so deep, I’m practically down her throat. She sucks, her hot mouth squeezing around me, pulling my orgasm.

  “I’m there,” I say, and grip her hair, tugging it to the side so I can watch myself spurt into her throat. She keeps those lips tightly wrapped around me as I let go, pour my release into the depths of her throat. She drinks me in, her gulping sounds fucking me over in ways that make me hard again. She stays between my legs, and my cock jerks with the final release.

  Grinning, she eases off me and my cock flops to my stomach. She lightly strokes me. “That was nice,” she says. “I liked it.”

  I laugh. I don’t know why, but a laugh bubbles from my throat, and her grin widens. “Yeah, I like that too.”

  “It was…” She narrows her eyes like she’s trying to find the right word.

  “Fun,” I say, helping her out.

  She nods. “Yeah, it was fun.” Her gaze moves over my face. “You good, Callan?”

  “I’m good,” I say even though I’m not sure I am. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and I’m not even sure I deserve happiness. “You good, Gemma?”

  She nods and I sit up to put my hand on the side of her face, my heart thumping. Fuck, man, I’d like to spend five minutes with the asshole who never treated her properly. “Sex can be anything you want, Gemma. Anything.”

  “We can have more, right?” Big eager eyes blink up at me.

  “Of course. But first let me go get you a glass of water, and I’m going to need just a minute.”

  “A whole minute,” she teases. “Right, right, I forgot, you’re a dad now. The stamina from your younger years is gone.”

  “Like hell it is,” I say, and poke my finger into my chest. “And this dad is going to fuck you right. Tomorrow, you won’t be able to walk, and you won’t be able to wipe the bliss off your face. Everyone who looks at you will know you’re a well taken care of woman.”

  Her eyes glaze. “I want that.”

  “You want me, Gemma?” I ask, and while I know she does, for some strange reason I need to hear her say it. I’ve been so closed off, hiding away in my house with my daughter, away from civilization for the most part…I guess other than my daughter I’ve not felt needed or wanted. It never bothered me before. Why it does now is a mystery.

  “I want you, Callan,” she says, and snuggles down into a pillow, spreading her legs in invitation. “I believe your minute is up.”

  I laugh as I pull up my boxers and dart downstairs to the kitchen. I pour a glass of water, drink the whole thing and refill the glass. Back in the room, Gemma is still sprawled on the bed, waiting for me. Man, I forgot how much fun sex—with a partner—was. I’m just glad we’re on the same page here. Neither one of us are looking for more.

  “That took forever,” she says.

  “Sorry about that,” I say and cross the room, settling beside her on the mattress. She takes a big drink and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. I take in her flushed cheeks. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. I can only imagine how she’s going to look after I’ve been inside her, with her orgasming around my cock.

  My heart thumps a little faster, my dick rising to the occasion when she licks a bead of water from her bottom lip. I growl, and push her mess of hair from her face.

  “You’re beautiful,” I say.

  “Thanks,” she says. “I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time.” I frown at her. “You make me feel good about myself, though.”

  “I’m glad.”

  “Just for the record,” she says and puts her hand on my chest. “You’re not so bad yourself. Climbing that big ladder does wonders for these abs.”

  I grin. “Thanks, babe.”

  Her fingers trail over my flesh, tickling me, and my stomach clenches. “Speaking of climbing,” she says with a crook of her finger.

  “You want me to climb on, Gemma?” I ask, loving the way this woman wants me. No mind games, no playing hard to get. She just straight up wants my cock, and isn’t afraid to admit it. Damned if I don’t like that.

  “Yes please,” she says and slides one finger between her breasts, going lower and lower until she’s touching herself. Jesus. This woman is all kinds of surprises and all kinds of sexy. How a man couldn’t treat her right is beyond me, but I plan to make up for all her bad experiences tonight. I take her water glass, set it on the nightstand, and climb over her body. My cock is rock hard by the time my mouth finds hers for a deep, thorough kiss. The only look I want on this woman when she wakes tomorrow is ecstasy, not fear of facing her ex.

  I smooth her hair back, and take in her eyes. My heart misses a beat. This woman trusts me, and while I want that, for a brief second it scares the shit out of me. My wife trusted me too, and I couldn’t save her. But those dark thoughts are for another time.

  “Condom,” I murmur as her hips lift, her body beckoning my cock.

 
“Please tell me you have some.”

  “I do.” I reach into my nightstand, and pull out a foil package. “They’ve been in there a while.” I try to see if it has an expiry date, but don’t get the chance before Gemma’s eager hands are taking it from me.

  “I want to put it on you.”

  “Okay,” I tear off my boxers and go to my knees. She sits up, shimmies back a bit and tears into the foil. There’s almost a fascinated look on her face as she examines the condom. “You’ve never done this before have you?”

  “No, and I always read about it in my romance books. Usually the guy is all hard and the girl fumbles and he nearly comes.”

  “That’s pretty much it,” I say, and she chuckles.

  She presses the condom to my crown, and I groan as her warm hands run it down the length of me.

  “That wasn’t so hard,” she says.

  “You don’t think,” I say and take my cock into my hand. “Seems pretty hard to me.”

  She laughs, and it filters through me, filling my soul in a way it hasn’t been filled in years. Tonight, here with Gemma, it’s good for both of us. She falls back onto the bed, her body wide open and welcoming me.

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she says.

  “You know, I know things in the bedroom haven’t been great for you, but you sure do know the right things to say to drive a man crazy.”

  Her eyes light up. She clearly likes that. “I like driving you crazy, Callan. Being with you makes me forget about the real world for a while.”

  “Me too,” I say, and rub my thumb over her clit. She inhales deeply, and her head rolls to the side.

  “I love the way you touch me.” She zeroes back in on me. “I’m so glad you banged into me.”

  “I’m about to do it again,” I say with a grin, and a smile splits her face when she gets the joke.

  “Bang into me, Callan.”

  I fall over her and my cock probes her opening. I grab my dick, run circles around her clit until her head is rolling from side to side, her body delirious with want. “You like that, Gemma? You like when I tease this sexy body of yours with the tip of my cock?”

  “Yes,” she breathes out, “More.”

  I press against her opening, and glide into her, seating myself high and going still. “Is this what you want?”

  “It’s exactly what I want,” she says. “It’s exactly what I need.”

  “It’s what I need too,” I admit, and move my hips, slow at first, giving her time to get used to my girth and the fullness, but also to ease her into this, and give her as much pleasure as possible.

  “Callan,” she says and runs her nails along my back, tugging me tighter against her body. Her hard nipples score my chest as we come together as one, each pushing and pulling, each giving and taking, the way good sex should be. I find her mouth again, kiss her and tangle my tongue with hers. Jesus, she’s so open and welcoming and responsive to every little touch.

  My cock is so damn hard it wants release, but I hang on. No way am I going to come before her. I bury my mouth in the hollow of her throat, and shift so I can tease her nipple between my fingers. I brush it lightly, give it a little pinch that produces the telltale yelp that lets me know she likes what I’m doing. I love discovering her body, finding out her likes.

  “You feel so good,” she says, her knees coming up to hug my sides. The position opens her more, and allows me to go deeper. I pull almost all the way out, and glide back in again, yet can’t seem to get deep enough.

  She grows wetter, and I reach between our bodies to play with her swollen clit. I stroke her and her mouth opens, no sound escaping as her sex muscles clench around me.

  “My God,” I say as she comes all over my cock, her hot juices burning my flesh and soaking my balls. They tighten, eager for release, but I want to hang on, enjoy each pulse as she rides out the wave.

  She pants and curls forward, a full body tremor racing through her, and she—goddammit, she’s never looked more beautiful. “That’s it, come all over my cock,” I say. Her spasms finally settle, and she pulls my mouth to hers. Her kisses are softer now, less hurried, as I piston into her, chasing my own orgasm now.

  “Yes, just like that,” she says, her words encouraging me on. I pull out and slide back in, a fast, blunt stroke that sheds the last of my restraint. I give in to the pleasure and pour into her. “I feel you,” she says, her arms around me holding me tight as I deplete myself.

  Breathing hard, I collapse on top of her. “Jesus, Gemma. That was…”

  “Fun,” she says, and I lift my head to see her.

  “Yeah, fun.”

  “Like a lot of fun.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Like so fun, we should probably do it again.”

  I laugh and roll to the side to discard the condom. “Yeah, but you’re going to have to give me a minute. Maybe two this time.”

  She grins at me, and wets her lips. “I’ve got time.” She gives a lazy, catlike stretch. “I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow.” My heart squeezes in the oddest way at the thoughts of her leaving my bed, of not seeing her again for another few years.

  I touch her body, run my hand down her stomach. “Still burning up?”

  “Uh huh,” she murmurs. “Mr. Sexy Firefighter lit a fuse inside me.” She reaches down and squeezes my cock. “And the only thing that will extinguish it is this big hose.”

  I laugh at that. “What have I created?”

  “In T-minus two minutes, you’re going to find out.”

  6

  Gemma

  My lids slowly open, catch the splash of sunshine slanting in on the wall. For a second I don’t know where I am, but with the way my body is feeling, so gloriously sated, I could be in a ditch somewhere and wouldn’t care. A little sigh escapes my lips as heated memories fill me. I roll and find the other side of the bed empty. A burst of unease moves through me, and my eyes open bigger. All worry evaporates when I find a very sexy firefighter leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of coffee in his hand.

  “Is that for me?” I ask and sit up a bit. The blankets roll from my naked body and I pull them back up.

  He pulls himself up to his full height and I resist the urge to drool as I take pleasure in the sight of him. This morning he’s dressed in a navy T-shirt and jeans that hang low on his hips. I used to notice Callan before, but he was taken, so I kept my eyes to myself. Now, though, he might not be looking for a relationship—neither am I—but I can look my fill, and look I will.

  “Could be.”

  I arch a brow and push my hair from my shoulders. “Could be?

  “Depends on what you’d do for it.”

  “Well, that sounds like a challenge to me.”

  His sexy grin turns me inside out, and when I hear a noise from downstairs, I stiffen.

  “Shoot, Kaitlyn will know I slept over.”

  “It’s okay. I explained that it was late, and she’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve had a sleepover.”

  I angle my head. Last night he told me he hasn’t been with anyone since Zoe. “Oh?”

  “Yeah, sometimes the nanny stays when I work nights, and sometimes the other female firefighters and wives of the male ones stay over.”

  “You have a whole harem.”

  That pulls a laugh from him. He holds his empty hand up, palm out. “All platonic.”

  He comes toward me and I stare at his hard body as mine quivers in awareness. God, what we did last night. It was so incredible. The way he made me feel, both physically and emotionally.

  “It really is nice that you have such a great support system.”

  “It is.”

  He hands me the cup but before I can take it, he pulls it back. “Wait, what are you willing to do for this?

  I crook my finger, and he leans into me. “Well, if we were alone, I’d be willing to go on my knees and take your cock into my mouth.” I love the tortured groan that follows. “But since we’re not, I
guess all I can do is give you a thank you.”

  “Great, now I have a hard-on,” he says, as he hands me the cup and I take a much-needed sip of coffee.

  He sits beside me and the bed dips. I smile at him, and my heart is so damn full. He smiles back, and I love this. I love everything about this morning after. No awkwardness. No expectations. We both know where each other stands. I could get used to an arrangement like this.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks, and like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do, he brushes my hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. The tenderness in his caress is like a soft hug to all the hurts inside me.

  “Amazing,” I say. “How about you. You good?”

  He rakes his hands through his hair, and gives a low slow whistle. “Gemma, last night was everything I needed.”

  “Good. It was what I needed too.” I steal a glance at the clock and my heart sinks. “And now I need to get going to the Cape.”

  “Right. Do you mind coming with me to drop Kaitlyn off to her grandparents?”

  “Actually, I haven’t seen your parents in years, Callan. I’d love to say hello.”

  His smile is filled with warmth and appreciation. “They’d love that too.”

  He leans into me, and places a soft kiss on my lips. From the look on his face when he pulls back, he’s as surprised by it as I am. He shakes his head. “You want to jump in the shower?”

  “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

  “Go for it. I’ll have breakfast ready for you.”

  “That’s very nice, but you don’t have to go to the trouble.”

  “After all the trouble you went through for me last night,” he teases. “It’s the least I could do.”

  “It wasn’t a hardship, Callan,” I say, and tug the sheet from the bed to wrap around myself. “Where the heck are my clothes?” I scan the floor.

  “On the dresser.” I follow the direction he’s pointing. “I picked them up earlier and folded them.”

  “Such a domestic dad,” I say.

  He slaps my ass. “So saucy. Now go.”

  I snatch up my clothes and hurry to the shower. Since I have no supplies with me, I use his soap. As I lather, it brings a smile back to my face. For the rest of the day, I’m going to smell like him. Hey, maybe that will go a long way with Brad. If he smells another man’s soap on my skin, maybe it will prove to him that I’ve moved on and seriously have no intention of getting back together with him. I rinse off, and climb into yesterday’s clothes. A chuckle catches in my throat. Back in college I never once did the walk of shame, yet here I am doing it with Callan, no less.