Hot for the Fireman, Page 4

  She nodded, unable to make her voice work, which was fine because he didn’t seem to care one way or another. He slid his hands down her bare arms. Calluses scraped her skin and left goose bumps in their wake. With her forehead on the wall, she kept her eyes closed and a corner of her lower lip pinned between her teeth.

  His hands took a detour to the front and hefted each of her breasts, a barely audible groan vibrating into her back. “I can’t wait to see your breasts. I bet they’re amazing.”

  “They’re nothing special.”

  She winced as soon as she said it. Sure, she was nervous since a man hadn’t seen her naked in forever, but insecurity wasn’t sexy. Jesus, she was actually managing to screw up sex with a stranger. That had to be a first.

  “You let me be the judge of that, gorgeous.”

  He pulled down the dress’s stretchy scoop neck with both cups of her bra, pinched her nipples, and twisted. She gasped at the spear of pain that sliced through her and held her breath, not wanting to move even to empty her lungs. A taut cord of electric pleasure stretched from the tips of her breasts to the deepest recess of her sex. The raw carnality of the way his body pinned hers in place and his rock-hard erection pressed into the small of her back lit a slow burn deep in her belly, heating her from the inside out.

  His big hands kneaded her heavy mounds, the sensations created by his calluses tingling through her sex. “They’re fucking perfect,” he said. “I plan on exploring those more later, but first things first. I want to know how wet you are for me.”

  Embarrassingly so.

  He hooked his fingers under the tight hem of her dress and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her lacey red thong. In one swift motion, he lifted her dress up and over her head. The next to go was her matching bra, tossed somewhere off to the side. Thankfully, he didn’t rip it off. She had a small addiction to expensive bra and panty sets. Her everyday wardrobe erred on the conservative side, but underneath she enjoyed wearing provocative lingerie. It made her feel sexy and gave her a little thrill knowing it was her secret. That Victoria had the right idea.

  “Christ.” His curse was quiet and sounded strained, but when he spoke again, the strength in his commands had returned. “Step out of your heels.”

  She complied, pushing each one back with her toes. Though she still faced away from him, Olivia sensed herself become even smaller than the giant standing behind her. If she had to guess, she’d say the top of her head might reach the top of his chest, if she was lucky.

  One large hand made its way between her body and the wall, gliding up her stomach, through her cleavage, and over her collarbones. His touch set off sparks in her skin and fanned the flames growing wilder within. She tried to regulate her breathing as proof to herself that he wasn’t affecting her to the point she had no control over her body, and she almost succeeded…until his hand slid up to loosely wrap around her throat, just enough to remind her of his strength, his power.

  It should have freaked her out, should have yanked her back to her senses.

  Instead, she released a shuddering sigh and tipped her head back to rest against the hard muscles of his shoulder.

  “That’s it, baby. Give over to me.” He gave her throat a light squeeze before his hand retreated down her body. “Tonight you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “That’s good. Because I take care of what’s mine, and I’m going to show you what it’s like when a man puts your pleasure first.”

  Dear. God.

  Without any instructions or commentary, Wolf dragged her thong down and off, then presumably tossed it over with the rest of her clothes. She bent her head to peer down her body and caught glimpses of his hands as he touched her. He remained crouched behind her and ran his hands up her calves, over the sensitive skin at the backs of her knees, and straight up her thighs to knead the globes of her ass.

  His touch wasn’t gentle. His fingers dug into her flesh, his hands squeezed, his mouth tasted. She felt his hot breath bathe her skin as he dragged his face over her. A myriad of sensations made her head spin as it tried to sort them all out. Soft lips, wet tongue, scratchy beard, blunt scrapes of teeth…

  Finally, Wolf turned her by her hips so that she faced him. Still crouched as he was, his face now lined up directly with her sex. She plastered herself against the wall to put as much distance between it and him, but there wasn’t any point. Going through the wall wasn’t an option, and he only moved closer.

  “You’re turned on as fuck, Livvie.” His deep voice sent vibrations through her sensitive body. She squeezed her thighs together in hopes of easing the ache it left. “The proof is right here in this sweet little pussy of yours.” He swiped a thick finger through her slick folds, adding pressure as it passed over her clit, causing her hips to chase his touch and a whimper to escape her lips.

  She needed him, badly—more than she could ever remember needing another man.

  Wolf unfolded to his full height, banding his arms around her waist on the way up to lift her off the floor as he strode farther into the hotel room. “Let’s get more comfortable,” he said, setting her down in front of the posh microfiber couch that faced the foot of the bed. “Have a seat, gorgeous.”

  She lowered herself on the center cushion, staring up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt in slow motion. Little by little, he exposed peeks of tan skin as the edges of the shirt moved back and forth with his motion. As he reached the very last button, she held her breath. She felt his eyes burning into her, but her gaze was locked onto his chest and wouldn’t let go.

  Finally, he peeled the sides back and shrugged it off his large shoulders, revealing muscular perfection adorned by a set of dog tags hanging between his pecs. Damn, those were so sexy. A military boy, which meant that Wolf wasn’t just a nickname. It was his call sign, as much his name as the one given to him by his parents. The man intrigued her more and more every minute.

  Despite several raised scars, Wolf had one of the finest bodies she’d ever come across, whether in movies, magazines, or other mass media. Certainly the finest she’d ever seen personally by…was saying “a million” hyperbole? She didn’t think so. A million seemed pretty accurate to her.

  He had more muscles than she knew existed in the human torso. Rounded shoulders, cut pecs with dusky nipples, blocks of abs, and deep slashes over his hips angled in a V that disappeared beneath his low-slung dark jeans. And the sexy icing on the man cake was the smattering of dark hair on his chest that picked up again below his navel to form one hell of a goody trail.

  The clinking of metal on metal drew her attention to his fingers undoing his belt buckle, then the button and zipper. Seemingly content to just give himself some breathing room, he let the two sides hang open and blatantly palmed his erection over his underwear, moving it up and down like he was priming a pump. Holy shit, who knew watching a man touch himself could be so hot?

  “Open your legs,” he said in a gruff voice.

  As she separated her legs, she pictured him loaded with gear and commanding others just as he did with her. Orders tripped off his lips naturally, and the look in his eyes said he was used to being obeyed, in the bedroom and out. The image sent another rush of wet heat between her legs.

  He lightly kicked her ankles farther out, then sank to his knees and hauled her butt to the edge of the couch so her head and shoulders were braced against the back of it. When he held her open with his hands pressing out on her inner thighs, his pupils completely engulfed the bright amber of his eyes.

  “Fucking amazing,” he rasped, working her folds open. He swiped his thumbs through her own lubrication and spread it over every part of her exposed sex. Sensations of rough against smooth flooded her until it was a struggle not to squirm under his touch. “Your cunt is dripping, begging me to use my tongue to lap up every drop it spills. And there’s nothing else I’d rather do right now than make you come all over my mouth.”

  Holy hell. Every time he tal
ked dirty, his words strummed over her clit, playing her as effectively as his fingers. She’d never been spoken to like that, much less had a man refer to her dripping “cunt.” She’d always thought it a vile word, but Wolf said it with a kind of reverence in his voice, and it made her impossibly wetter.

  When she realized he meant to make good on his last statement and started lowering his head, she panicked. Her hands shot out from under her and pushed on the top of his head to stop him. “Don’t do that.”

  “Why not?” Wolf sat back on his heels, turning his steady gaze on her. His voice deepened and sounded gruff, barely controlled. Every bit the epitome of the wild man she imagined him to be.

  She struggled with the words. Angie had always told her it was the most asinine thing a female could say, but she couldn’t help it. “I’ve never been comfortable with…that.”

  “Have you ever let anyone try to change your opinion?”

  She bit her lip and shook her head.

  A wicked grin curved his mouth. “Then you can thank me later.”

  Chapter Four

  Erik couldn’t stop himself from placing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. He heard her take in a sharp breath and felt her tense as though waiting to see if he was changing the tone of their evening together to something softer, more tender. A small part of him wondered what it would be like to truly make love to a woman as innocently passionate as Livvie. To take his time discovering her body’s secrets and exploit them to give her hours upon hours of pleasure.

  But that wasn’t what either of them were there for, so he buried the thought and regrouped to be present for Livvie.

  Channeling the man she needed, he licked a slow and wide path up the length of her neck. Her shiver vibrated through his tongue and his mouth twisted into a wicked grin of satisfaction. He fucking loved that her body reacted to him so easily. His only goal at this point was to make her come all over his tongue until she was lost to pure orgasmic euphoria.

  “Hold still, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”

  She sat frozen in place, her chest rising and falling and distracting the hell out of him. Her breasts were absolute perfection. If someone asked him to pick his favorite set of tits out of a catalog, he’d pick hers every time. They were only a little bigger than a handful, but then, he could palm a basketball like an NBA player. He molded her breasts to his palms, tested their weight. Damn, they were phenomenal. Nice and heavy with light pink nipples that turned bright red with the right kind of attention.

  He latched onto one and then the other, sucking and drawing them deep into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over the taut buds, then lightly pulling on them with his teeth. Livvie’s hands held the back of his head, gently at first and then with more force. Her nerves had settled and she was beginning to let herself go.

  Taking that as his cue, he again pushed her thighs open and moved quickly, sweeping his tongue through her slick cleft. Her hips jerked in time with her gasp, and Erik groaned as his cock strained in anticipation. Fuck, she tasted like sweet ambrosia, an elixir of the gods that he’d never get enough of.

  Sensing her approaching orgasm from the way she writhed against his mouth, he licked and tongued her swollen clit, never letting up the assault despite the fact she’d taken to pushing on his shoulders and head.

  Erik had never seen anyone so fucking beautiful in his life. Sweat slicked her skin, and the wispy curls surrounding her face had dampened and now clung to her cheeks and neck. Her back bowed and her nails scored his upper back. The pleasure-pain zinged down his spine, wrapping around his balls like an electric cock ring to hold him primed and ready to explode the moment he allowed himself to let go. But that wouldn’t be for a while yet—not until she’d gotten hers. And then some.

  She pushed at his head again and squirmed even more than before, this time calling out objections. “Omigod, it’s too much. Wolf, I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” Using his wide shoulders to hold her legs apart, he slipped his arms under her knees, grabbed her hands, and pinned them to the back of the couch before diving back in.

  She shook her head from side to side with her eyes squeezed shut. “No, please, I-I can’t!”

  Erik growled against her swollen flesh and doubled his efforts. In seconds, Livvie’s legs trembled and she came, the walls of her pussy fluttering around his tongue as her screams bounced off the walls of their room.

  Fuck me, that was hot. But he was far from done with this incredible woman. Standing, Erik picked her up and settled her onto the edge of the bed before quickly removing the rest of his clothes. He retrieved a condom from his wallet, kicked the pile of discarded clothing to the side, and rose to his full height at the foot of the mattress.

  He fisted his thick cock and hissed out a breath as he squeezed, a futile attempt at tempering the lust threatening to erupt before he even got near her. Livvie’s bright hazel eyes zeroed in on his end game, and she actually gasped as she scrambled back onto the bed, out of his reach. Her shock at his size was a nice ego boost, but he didn’t like the underlying uncertainty that seemed to come with it.

  “Something wrong, baby?”

  She shook her head slowly. “Wolf, that… I mean, you won’t…”

  “Fit?” he finished for her. When she nodded, he let out an amused chuckle. Stroking his stiff length from root to ruddy tip, he said, “Oh, I’ll fit, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Livvie bit the barest corner of her lip as he ripped the condom package open with his teeth and guided the condom onto his erection. Her gaze locked on his movements, and he watched with satisfaction as her pupils dilated until only a slim ring of color remained. The pulse in her neck fluttered wildly and her breaths were growing erratic. She licked her lips, drawing his attention to that glorious mouth he ached to see wrapped around his dick. Something he didn’t have the patience for right now because the need to sink into the wet heat of her pussy all but consumed him.

  “Get your cute ass back over here,” he said.

  A sly grin spread across her face, then she slowly shook her head. “You come over here,” she challenged.

  Instinct lit up his insides like a synaptic brushfire, the predator in him thrilling at the game she played. Chase. Catch. Conquer. He’d do it all and then revel in his victory as she begged him for more.

  Stretching over, Erik snatched both her ankles and yanked her down the bed. A surprise yelp escaped her with a quick bark of laughter, but he cut it off with a demanding kiss, one that didn’t bother to ask for permission or even participation. His tongue shoved inside and fucked her mouth, licking and sucking and biting, his only goal to devour her. The tentative woman from earlier had completely vanished, replaced by one who matched his every move and clawed at his back as she pulled him in, mashing the erect nipples of her full tits between them.

  Enough. He couldn’t wait another second. He untangled her arms from him and shoved them onto the mattress above her head. Holding her wrists there with one hand, he used the other to prepare her tight sheath with his fingers, curling them along her G-spot so she flooded with more slick heat.

  Livvie writhed and whimpered and pleaded for more, but Erik held her at the edge of another orgasm, letting the intensity build and build. Finally, he lined himself up at her entrance. Time to put them both out of their misery.

  In one smooth thrust, he slid home, burying himself completely inside the tightest, hottest woman he’d ever known. She cried out with her head thrown back and a look of rapture on her face that made him feel like a fucking king.

  “Jesus Christ,” he choked out when she canted her hips up. “Don’t move a goddamn muscle or this’ll be over before it starts.”

  Trying again, she said, “But—”

  Growling at her disobedience, he ducked his head and snagged a taut nipple between his teeth and gave her a sharp nip before suckling it deep into his mouth. A keening cry escaped her lips as her back arched up to offer her heavy tits like a decaden
t dessert. He eagerly indulged himself, feasting on the flesh of her breasts. As soon as he knew he wouldn’t blow his load on the first stroke, he braced up on his arms so he could watch her as he started to move.

  He withdrew almost completely, then drove back in to the hilt with a force that rocked her forward on the mattress. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Their pace quickened, growing feverish and uncontrolled. She drew her knees toward her chest, opening herself up more and allowing him to go deeper than he thought possible. She felt made for him, a perfect fucking fit that stroked and pulsed around every last millimeter of his cock.

  Gritting his teeth in concentration, he pistoned harder inside her scorching sex. Her body kept inching farther up the bed, causing him to follow on his knees or risk unseating himself, and if that happened, he might totally lose his shit.

  Hooking his arms under her legs, he lifted and shoved her up the bed. When the half dozen or more pillows became little more than speed bumps, she hastily pushed them off each side. One of them took out a lamp on its way to the floor, but the sound of it clattering on the nightstand didn’t so much as garner a glance from either of them. It could catch fire and Erik doubted they’d even slow down, much less stop. This burning need for each other was fast approaching the melting point, and the only thing to do was ride it out until there was nothing left.

  At last he had them as far as they could go with her upper back pressed against the fancy padded headboard. He sat with his bent knees spread so his pelvis lined up perfectly with hers and his balls rubbed on the silky comforter, torching his pleasure sensors with every blessed stroke.

  Erik continued to pound into her body, reveling in the sounds she made, the way she bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow, the way she bravely fixed her gaze on him and didn’t look away with shyness or embarrassment.

  He wanted to tell her how beautifully stunning she was, that she was a goddess who deserved to be treated as such. But that sort of thing wasn’t what she wanted. Not tonight, at least. So he’d voice every dirty thought running through his head. They were no less true than their tender counterparts.