The Paramedic (The Working Men Series Book 9)

by Ramona Gray

  His big hands cupped my breasts and he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. They beaded into hard points and I gasped when he gave them a gentle tug with his forefinger and thumb.

  “Still beautiful,” he said with a small grin.

  “Thank you, I … oh my god!”

  Matt had picked me up and I clung to his shoulders as he carried me to the bed and dropped me on it. He stood beside the bed and unceremoniously tugged his towel off.

  “Sweet mother of…” I licked my lips as I stared at his thick cock. There was a bead of precum at the slit and I was beyond tempted to sit up and lick it away. Before I could, Matt was leaning over me and unbuttoning my jeans.

  “Hips up.”

  I lifted my hips and he pulled my jeans down, dragging my panties with them. Within seconds I was completely naked, and he was studying me with his hot gaze. I folded my arms across my belly, wishing I’d had the forethought to plan my seduction later when I could hide my imperfections with darkness and mood lighting.

  “Don’t do that, Nat.” Matt stretched out beside me, his glorious cock rubbing against my thigh, and pulled my arms away from my stomach. “Everything about you is beautiful.”

  He bent and kissed me again, his tongue seeking mine out with gentle insistence. I was already addicted to Matt’s kisses. The way he coaxed and teased was so different from what I expected from him.

  His hand cupped my breast again and I arched into his touch. When he sucked on my nipple, I cried out and clutched at his head. How long had it been since I’d had someone’s naked body against mine? Felt the warm touch of a rough hand? Too damn long.

  Matt scattered kisses all across my upper body. He licked a slow path around each of my nipples, kissed and nipped the soft curve of my breasts and nuzzled the space between them.

  I tensed when he moved down to my stomach, my hands automatically moving to hide and conceal. He took my wrists and held my hands at my side before kissing one of my stretch marks.

  “You are gorgeous. Every mark, every freckle,” his lips pressed against the freckle to the right of my navel, “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”

  I moaned loudly when he traced a path from my navel to the small patch of blonde hair just above my pussy. He kissed the curls before releasing my wrist and sliding his hand between my thighs. He pressed on my inner thigh until I spread them, and he smiled up at me.

  “I’ve dreamed about eating your pussy for months, Nat.”

  “Months?” I gave him a startled look. “What do you… oh…oh fuck.”

  His tongue licked me from my wet hole to the top of my suddenly throbbing clit, and I grabbed his head and ground my pussy against his mouth with shameless need.

  He lifted his head, breaking my grip easily and smiled at me. “Did that feel good, sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Please, Matt, don’t stop.”

  “How long has it been since you’ve had this sweet pussy eaten?”

  “A really long time,” I gasped out. “Stop talking and keep licking.”

  His warm breath caressed me as he laughed and sent goosebumps popping up on my skin. He stroked my inner thigh with one big hand as I pulled hard on his hair, trying to guide his mouth back to my aching clit.

  “You’re going to cum on my mouth and then on my cock,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I replied. “Yeah, that’s a really good idea. Please, Matt, it’s been so long.”

  He laughed and I cried out with pure need when he buried his face into my pussy and went to work. He used his mouth and tongue to work me into a frenzy, and my self-consciousness disappeared entirely under a crushing wave of lust.

  When he slid one thick finger deep into my pussy and sucked on my clit, I was done. I screamed hoarsely, my body lurching upwards as my climax rushed through me. Lights exploded behind my tightly closed eyelids and I bucked and writhed against Matt’s mouth as he continued to lick and suck.

  I collapsed against the bed, the blood roaring past my eardrums and my heartbeat kicked up to a level I hadn’t experienced since… well, never.

  “I think I’m having a damn heart attack,” I gasped out as Matt slid up to the top of the bed.

  He chuckled and pressed a kiss against my shoulder as he cupped my breast. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart.”

  “Fuck, that was… oh my god.” I stared blankly at him as I heaved air in and out of my lungs. “Where did you learn to do that?”

  He grinned and pressed another kiss against my shoulder. “Are you ready to cum on my cock?”

  “I - honestly, I don’t know if I can,” I said. “That was…” I made a weak little explosion motion with my hands as he sat up and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

  “I think you can,” he said.

  As he opened the condom, I reached out and traced my fingers along the thick length of his dick. He groaned, his body doing this all-over shuddering twitch that made me grin.

  “Shit,” he muttered.

  “What?” I curled my fingers around his shaft and stroked him firmly.

  “Ripped the condom.” He tossed it carelessly on the floor and reached for another, hissing air out between his teeth when I rubbed my thumb over the head of his dick. “Fuck, Nat, stop distracting me.”

  “Is this distracting?” I said innocently as I squeezed and rubbed that delicious steel wrapped in velvet soft skin.

  He groaned, his hips arching, before he ripped open the condom packaging with his teeth. His hand tugged mine away and I pouted at him. “No fair.”

  “Unless you want me cumming all over your hand, you’ll give me a minute,” he said.

  I grinned, secretly delighted by his lack of control. “All right, I’ll play nice.”

  I relaxed on my back, watching as he rolled the condom over his cock before turning toward me. “You good with me on top for our first time?”

  I nodded and gave him a lazy smile before opening my legs. “Climb on, Doc.”

  He laughed and knelt between my legs. “I’m not a doctor.”

  “Close enough. Pretty sure you could give me mouth-to-mouth if I needed it.”

  He pressed his dick against my clit and rubbed lightly. I moaned and wiggled beneath him. “Too sensitive.”

  He slid the head down to my entrance and hovered there. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  When he didn’t move, I reached out and traced my hand over his flat stomach. “What are you waiting for?”

  His face had turned serious and I stared up at him as he said, “Are you sure, Nat? Sure, this is what you want?”

  “Yes,” I said without hesitating. “This is exactly what I want, Mattie. Please.”

  He studied my face and then, with a gentleness and tenderness I wasn’t expecting, slowly slid into me. He took his time, his gaze never leaving my face, as he thrust back and forth lightly. He was big and it’d been a long time for me, and I was both surprised and appreciated the patience and self-control he showed.

  “Okay?” He asked when he was fully-sheathed.

  I touched his face, feeling weirdly emotional over how sweet he was being, and nodded. “Yes, it feels so good, Mattie.”

  He moaned and leaned down to kiss me. “I love hearing my name on your lips, Nat.”

  I returned his kiss, tracing his lower lip with the tip of my tongue before sliding my arms around his waist. “Mattie, I want you.”

  He groaned again and braced himself on his hands above me. “I want you too, Nat.”

  He moved with slow, deep strokes. I rocked my hips against him, and we found our rhythm remarkably fast, our bodies moving together like this was our hundredth time together, rather than our first.

  Mattie did this little rolling motion with his hips on every downward stroke that sent pleasure spiraling through my belly. When I reached between us and rubbed delicately at my clit, he moved a little faster.

  “Do you mind?” I panted. “I can’t always cum from sex alone.”

  “Sweetheart, you do whatever you
want. Rub your sweet clit, play with your nipples, whatever it takes to make you cum on my cock,” Matt said.

  I hid my surprise from him. I’d assumed that Matt would be the type of guy who insisted that his woman came only from his touch or from fucking. Finding out he wasn’t, only made me hotter for him.

  “You’re so sweet,” I moaned.

  He moved faster, the bed beginning to squeak with the rhythm of our bodies.

  “Rub your clit, sweetheart. Show me how you look when you’re cumming on my cock.”

  I moaned again and rubbed my clit harder, pinching and tugging at it as Matt drove in and out of me with a hard and fast rhythm that made my toes curl into the bed. I held tight to his narrow waist with one hand and rubbed hard at my clit with the other.

  When my orgasm rushed through me, he made a hoarse shout and drove in deep, the cords in his neck standing out as my pussy squeezed around him. He pumped in and out, his big body shuddering as he joined me in bliss.

  He rolled off of me, lying on his back and staring blankly at the ceiling. I sat up and took the condom off of him, tying the end and tossing it into the trash can on the other side of the nightstand, before curling up next to him.

  He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead as I smiled up at him. “You good?”

  “So goddamn good,” he said. “That was amazing, Nat.”

  “For me too,” I said. “Thank you, Mattie.”

  He pulled me a little closer and kissed my forehead. “Sweetheart, it’s me who should be thanking you. That was the best goddamn orgasm of my life.”

  * * *

  Matt

  “Are you hungry?” I kissed Natalia’s forehead, my hand tracing lazy circles on her hip as we laid in bed.

  “A little, maybe.” She tried to move back, and I held her closer, not willing or ready to let her go yet. “I should get dressed.”

  “Why?”

  “My plan was to go to the grocery store to pick up some stuff to make you dinner tonight,” she said.

  I cupped her firm ass and gave it a squeeze. “I have a better idea. Why don’t we stay right where we are, and I’ll order in for dinner tonight?”

  “I said I would cook you dinner.”

  “True. You could go for groceries, or you could stay in my bed and I’ll eat your pussy again.”

  She laughed and pressed a kiss against my chest. “That’s not even a choice. Screw going for groceries.”

  I made a dramatic sigh. “Thank God. If you had chosen grocery shopping over pussy eating, I would have had to become a monk out of shame.”

  She poked me in the side. “Oh please, you’ve had enough practice that it’s practically impossible for you to be bad at sex.”

  Shame made me tense up. Until Nat, I’d never felt any regret over how many women I’d slept with, but knowing the way she felt about my sleeping around made me wish I had lived the life of a monk.

  “Matt?” Natalia sat up and studied me carefully. “I’m so sorry, that was a hurtful thing to say.”

  “Nah, it’s fine. I have a reputation for a reason.” I smiled at her, but she shook her head.

  “No, it isn’t fine. I shouldn’t have said it, and I feel terrible that I did. I’m judging you for the very thing that I’m now doing and that makes me a real toad.”

  “Hey, I deserve it. I do sleep around a lot.” I wanted to tell her that I hadn’t slept with anyone in over six months, wanted to somehow try and convince her that I was a changed man, but what good would that do? Natalia didn’t want the new and improved Matt. She wanted the old Matt, the guy who didn’t date or fall in love, the guy who was only looking for one thing.

  As if she’d read my mind, Natalia said, “So, um, what we’re doing here is a short-term thing, right?”

  “Right.”

  “I mean, I know you’re not into doing the relationship thing and I’m totally one hundred percent okay with that. I’m really, um, looking for…”

  “Someone to scratch your itch?”

  She flushed but nodded. “Yeah. I was thinking that maybe we could, uh, have some fun together until Phoebe comes back. Nothing serious, just two adults having fun together. You’re good with that, right?”

  “Sure. It’s what I do best.” Even I could hear the bitterness in my voice, and I plastered a smile on my face when Natalia studied me.

  “Are you positive?” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I mean, it’s okay if this was enough for you. I totally get it and I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

  “Trust me,” I said with an exaggerated wink. “I want to do you.”

  She giggled and the awkwardness passed. “Good. Because I really want to do you multiple times.”

  “Speaking of,” I rolled over and pinned her to the bed under my body, “I’m making it my personal mission to give you multiple orgasms. You good with that?”

  “Hmm, let me think,” she pressed her finger against her perfect lips and stared coyly at the ceiling, “I guess that’ll work for me.”

  Chapter Seven

  Natalia

  I toweled off and studied my reflection in the steamy mirror. I looked different, I decided. Not so stressed and the dark circles under my eyes were gone. Of course, last night was the best night of sleep I’d had in months.

  I wanted to pretend it was because of the child support payment – money was a huge stressor for me – but I knew it wasn’t that. No, I was feeling so relaxed and slept so well because I’d spent the night in Matt Andrews bed.

  I ran a comb through my wet hair and smoothed some lotion on. Sex with Matt was amazing, and I was already trying to plan how many more times I could bang him before I picked up Phoebe after my shift on Saturday.

  I smiled a little and tightened the towel around my body before limping out of the master bath and back into Matt’s bedroom. My feet were killing me and just the thought of standing on my feet for six hours later today was making them throb even more.

  That’s not the only thing that hurts.

  I rubbed my inner thighs gingerly, my steps faltering when I realized the bed was empty. Before I could look for him, I heard the toilet flush in the guest bathroom down the hall. Matt wandered back into the bedroom, completely naked and with his hair sticking straight up.

  He gave me a sleepy grin before climbing back into the bed and pulling the covers up. “Morning.”

  “Morning. Sorry, I should have used the guest bathroom to shower.”

  He shook his head. “It’s fine. Use my shower anytime you like. It has better water pressure than the guest one anyway.”

  I smiled and limped toward the bed. “Compared to the crappy shower in the trailer, both of your showers are amazing. It’s like trying to shower in a light mist at my place.”

  He sat up, frowning a little. “You’re limping again. You need to go to the doctor.”

  I sat down on the other side of the bed, resting my back against the headboard and stretching my legs out in front of me. I tugged at the hem of my towel, tempted to climb on top of Matt and ride him to another body-shuddering orgasm. I reined in my libido and said, “It’s fine. It’s from standing on them all day in cheap shoes.”

  I made a little squeak of surprise when he scooched down the bed and grabbed my right foot.

  “Matt, what are you…oh…oh God, oh…my…God.”

  I bit my bottom lip, my back arching as Matt rubbed my heel.

  “Mmm, oh my God, Matt, that feels so good. You have no idea…”

  He grinned at me and continued to rub my foot. “Tell me if it hurts.”

  “It hurts but in a good way,” I said before moaning again. I leaned my head against the headboard and closed my eyes. Little moans and grunts of pleasure were spilling from my lips and I waved my left foot at him. “Do this one too.”

  He laughed and switched to my left foot, kneading and massaging with a gentle but firm touch to the bottom of my foot.

  “Oh God,” I moaned ag
ain, arching my back when he rubbed a particularly sensitive spot. “Yes, right there. Right there.”

  He rubbed and massaged both of my feet for the next ten minutes as I moaned and groaned and made happy little sounds of pleasure. I cracked open one eye when Matt cleared his throat and squeezed one foot gently.

  “In case you’re wondering,” he said. “I am starting to realize that I need to up my game when it comes to fucking you. You moan louder and more often during a foot rub then during sex.”

  “Don’t take it… oh God, yes, that’s the spot… personally. I mean, sex with you is incredible, but this… this is… transcendent,” I said.

  He laughed and pressed a kiss against the bottom of my foot. “Is that better?”

  “One thousand percent better. Thank you, Matt.”

  “You’re welcome, honey. Anytime you need a foot rub, just ask.”

  I grinned at him as he stretched out on the bed next to me. “You’re gonna regret…”

  My mouth went dry and my mind went blank. Matt’s dick was completely erect, and I stared hungrily at it as he reached down and pumped himself slowly. “Never thought giving a woman a foot rub would be such a turn-on.”

  I gave him a lazy smile, not protesting when he reached out and tugged on my towel. It slipped down to my waist and he stared at my tits, his hand stroking faster. I cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples with my fingers as he made a low groan.

  “You’re so beautiful, Nat,” he said in a low voice.

  “Thank you.” I licked my lips, smiling when he studied my mouth, his eyes darkening with need.

  I tugged the towel out from under me and dropped it over the side of the bed before turning and lying on my side with my head near his crotch. “Turn on your side, Matt.”

  He turned to face me, groaning under his breath when I propped my head up on my hand and wrapped my other hand around the base of his dick. I leaned forward and licked the head of his dick.

  His entire body shuddered, and his big hand grasped my thigh. “Suck, honey.”

  I slid my mouth down over his dick, loving the taste of his salty precum as I sucked and licked his cock. His hips thrust forward, forcing more of his dick into my mouth. I hummed around him, my lips vibrating against his hard, hot flesh and he made another harsh groan.