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  He smiled at me and shook his head. “Not much,” he teased. “Let me set the table and we’ll eat.”

  I nodded and watched as he set the table in the small adjacent dining room, laying the silverware out just so and placing the big wine glasses perfectly. He had a cool looking vintage vase filled with fake flowers—some sort of peonies that looked old and really brittle—which he held up and said, “My grandmother brought these over when I told her I was cooking for you. I know they’re tacky but when I talk to her she’ll ask if I used them. So, I’m using them.”

  I chuckled and said, “Oh, they’re pretty.”

  “She’s always trying to add special touches to my place,” he said and shuddered. “I wish she’d stop.”

  I nodded as he came back into the kitchen and prepared two plates of food. “Looks good,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

  “Thank you,” he said and gestured for me to come to the table as he put the plates down then pulled a chair out for me. “Please be seated, mademoiselle.”

  Uh, wow. That was cool. Quite chivalrous. And impressive. I walked in and sat down, then smiled at him. “Thank you,” I said and sat down.

  “I only have paper napkins,” he said, grabbing a few from the counter and handed me one. “That okay?”

  I nodded. Fine by me. “I don’t mind,” I said and put the napkin in my lap.

  “I hate those cloth ones,” he said and gave a slight grimace. “The feel of them or something… Do you like them?”

  “I don’t mind them,” I said, thinking that he had really strong feelings about cloth napkins, which was a little odd. But we all have our dislikes.

  “I sound like an idiot,” he said. “Who cares about napkins? Sorry. I’m nervous.”

  “You are?” I asked.

  He nodded. “You came in here looking all hot and I got nervous,” he said. “Sorry. I’ll be over it in a minute.”

  I smiled to myself, loving the fact that he liked me enough to be nervous around me. That was cool, really cool.

  “Let’s eat,” he said and sat down on the opposite side of the little square table.

  I nodded and looked down at the plate of food he’d prepared me. To say the least, it looked quite tasty. There was a small spring salad and a perfectly cooked filet of beef as well as a side of twice-baked potato. Hot, buttered rolls sat by themselves on smaller plate. I picked mine up and took a bite. It just melted in my mouth. “Ummm…” I said. “These are so good. Where did you get them?”

  “I made them,” he said. “From scratch.”

  I was almost flabbergasted. “Seriously? You made this?”

  “I did.”

  “Wow,” I said. “You really do know how to cook.”

  “Learned from the best,” he said. “We cook at the station all the time. We take turns and swap recipes.”

  I was impressed. I didn’t know how to cook anything. Well, I did know how to bake cookies but even that didn’t turn out that well.

  He poured me a glass of wine, then abruptly got up. “Sorry,” he said. “I forgot to light the candles.”

  I watched as he lit two large candles in the middle of the table next to the fake flowers then sat back down. I stared at the table. It was so crowded there was barely any room for our plates.

  He picked up his wine glass and said, “To fire safety which is the reason we are here about to eat this meal I have prepared for us.”

  I almost cracked up at his words. I knew he was nervous and it was showing. It was so sweet I wanted to give him a quick squeeze. But, no, I wasn’t about to do that.

  I clinked my glass to his and sipped the wine, which was a delicious merlot and went well with the food. We ate a little, smiling at each other. The food was scrumptious, so I let him know that. He told me he appreciated that and winked at me. And then… Well, as delicious as the food was, I wasn’t there for a tasty meal. I was there for a good time. What I hoped would be a very good time. I stared over at him and smiled. He smiled back, ducked his head a little and said, “Why don’t you try it?” he asked.

  “Try what?” I asked, thinking he was referring to the hot, buttered roll. But that couldn’t be it. Mine was half-eaten.

  “Kissing the chef to show your gratitude,” he said then cracked up. “Sorry, I have one of those aprons. Don’t get offended.”

  I blushed a little and grinned. “I’m not offended. In fact, I’d like that.”

  He smiled back at me, nodding. It was time. I rose up out of my seat, remembering the napkin in my lap just before it fell and grabbed it as I stood. Then I leaned over the table and down to kiss him. Just as our lips were about to touch, the napkin, which was hovering about the candles, caught fire and went up in flames. I screamed, dropped it and jumped back a little. The napkin burned quickly. Had that been all it did, we would have been fine. However, it landed on the fake peonies and they went up in flames, a big flame. Almost instantly, Fynn was up, out of the room and back with a small fire extinguisher, which he set off immediately, spraying not only the table down but me as well. Suddenly, I was covered from head to toe in white powder. I looked like a freak from a horror film.

  “What is it with you and fire?” he asked, shaking his head and chuckling. “You were on fire, literally.”

  I glared at him. “I was not on fire,” I hissed. “It was the napkin! It caught on fire from your stupid candles! It wasn’t that big of a deal! You overreacted!”

  “I don’t think I did,” he said and bit his bottom lip. “Sorry.”

  I just glared at him.

  He stared at me. “You’re a mess.”

  “I know,” I said, continuing to glare at him. “You’re a little trigger happy with that fire extinguisher!”

  “Sorry,” he said. “I just… It’s instinct, that’s all. Sorry. But I had to do it! A small flame like that can get out of control in no time.”

  I just glared at him. This sucked. Bad.

  “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” he said and stepped over to me, giving my cheek a quick kiss. “Go into the bathroom and get in the shower and I’ll clean this mess up.”

  I nodded, hating that the night was now ruined. But whatever. I stomped into the bathroom, leaving a trail of white powder as I did so, and turned on the shower. As I undressed, I was almost in a fury. I had just wanted to get laid!

  But the bathroom looked really good and was bigger than most I’d seen in the city. He really did luck out with this apartment. He had a dining room, though small, and a nice-sized kitchen and this bathroom which had an oversized vanity with a marble top and the tub/shower had that cool white subway tile detail. The shower curtain was white and spa-like and there was a nice, clean white bath mat on the hexagon tiled floor.

  Damn him. How did he get such a great place? My apartment was newer and didn’t have any of these great details. I was almost a little jealous. But then I didn’t care. I think I was just angry that the evening was now ruined. Yes, he had a nice place but I was still pissed off. I grunted to myself and got into his shower, noticing how spotless it was. It was like he just cleaned it or something. Then I realized he had. He’d cleaned his entire apartment, including the bathroom, to impress me. Damn, he must really like me, I thought, which was good because I really liked him.

  I felt my anger dissolve as the hot water sprayed down on my body. I rinsed myself off and even washed my hair with his shampoo. In about five minutes, I was ready to get out. I turned the water off, pulled the shower curtain back and noticed him standing in the doorway, holding a couple of white, fluffy towels.

  I stared at him and was more than a little shocked to see him standing there all of a sudden. I looked down at my body, all wet and glistening from the shower. And naked. Yup. I was naked, very much so. I gasped and instinctively pulled the curtain back and covered myself with it. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and extremely embarrassed, so embarrassed I wished the floor would just, mercifully, swallow me up. I yelled, “Get out!”

 
“Thought you might need some towels,” he said, then cleared his throat. He held them out then looked away.

  He nodded and started to turn away, then changed his mind. “I have a theory about something.”

  “Fynn!” I screeched. “Get out.”

  “No,” he said. “I think you did this on purpose, you know, making an excuse to take a shower, so I would catch you like that, all wet and naked. ”

  “I did not!” I said, hating the sound of desperation in my voice. But I knew he was just saying that so he’d have something to say, some reason to stay in the room and see me like that, naked. And he was probably tying to make a joke of the whole thing to lighten the mood. It wasn’t working. “No…no…you were the one who planned it,” I sputtered. “The towels were just an excuse for you to come in here and see me naked.”

  He stared at me and then nodded slightly. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Anyway, come and get your towel. I just washed them today.”

  He held one out for me. I refused to move. I was stuck, not knowing how to proceed. Should I just grab the towel and dry off? Should I force him out of the room? Should I…? Should I go get myself a nice, freshly laundered towel? Yes, the whole purpose of coming over here was to have some hot sex with him. But I didn’t think it was going to turn out like this. I just thought we’d start making out on the couch or whatever and then move into the bedroom. While I wanted sex, I didn’t want him to think I was easy or anything.

  Of course, this was an ideal situation. He was there. I was there. I was naked. He looked like he wanted to get naked, too. But I was angry, sort of. Or maybe I just was hesitant to show him all my cards, to let him know that yes, I wanted him and I wanted him badly. What was it? I didn’t know. It was just an odd, awkward situation to be in.

  But, at the same time, I was getting hot and bothered at him being there. I guess I just didn’t want to seem too overly eager. Maybe I was playing coy. I think whatever I was doing was working because he had this intense look on his face. He wanted me and he wanted me bad. I could handle that.

  “You’re just so sexy,” he said softly. “And we’re here already. You know what I mean?”

  I didn’t have a clue to be honest.

  “We’re here, Tess. We’re already here, me and you.”

  Yeah, him and me. We were already here and I was already naked.

  “Just us,” he said softly.

  I couldn’t think of a thing to say. When I didn’t answer, he went silent. I didn’t know what to do but I wanted him to look at me, at my wet, naked body which was glistening in front of him. I wanted him to see every inch of my body. I wanted him to take in my breasts which were beginning to ache for his touch. And so, knowing I wanted him to do just that, I let go of the shower curtain and stood there in front of him

  He came towards me, holding the towel out.

  “No,” I said and grabbed at the towel, all of a sudden finding myself shy, unable to do what I came here to do—fuck like crazy. I wrapped myself in the towel and looked away. My heart was beating furiously in my chest making me feel like I should stop what I was doing.

  He nodded and stopped moving. But he didn’t leave the bathroom. I didn’t want him to leave the bathroom, either. We stared at each other, neither of us knowing how to get past this moment and into the next, which we were sure would start with us grabbing each other and feverishly pressing our bodies together. I wanted my naked body up next to his fully clothed one, feeling all free and sensual.

  “Drop the towel,” he said softly. “Drop it…”

  Drop the towel. Drop it… But I couldn’t. I couldn’t take that next step. There was something stopping me. I supposed it was the anticipation of what was to come next. The air was so rich with it, it was almost suffocating. It was too real, what we were doing, too much at that moment and I couldn’t summon my courage for the life of me.

  But I didn’t have to. Without a word, he yanked the towel down, threw it to the side as if it was annoying him and grabbed my breasts with his big hands, squeezing them, rubbing the nipples with his thumb before bending down and taking one into his mouth, sucking it in and bearing down just a little with his teeth.

  I can’t describe how good that felt. It felt so fucking good I felt myself melting, wanting more. And soon, he gave me more. He kissed his way up my naked chest, to my throat before making it to my mouth. My lips met his, opening wide to receive his tongue and then he bent me back, grabbing onto my head and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, loving how it felt, this kiss, this deep, awesome kiss. Soon, his hands were exploring my body, slipping between my legs to feel how I felt there, that moist and wet place that ached for his cock. I wanted more, more and much, much more.

  And he gave it to me. He gave it to me by taking what he wanted and what he wanted was to touch every single inch of my body, which was now melting into his. I loved how he man-handled me. He was like a conquistador and I was a new world that he wanted to discover, every inch of. And he explored everything. He took the time to touch, to feel, to kiss and lick, to grope, to send me over the edge and want to explode with a hot, intense orgasm. Before I knew it, I was down on the floor, on all fours and he was behind me, running his big hands down my back, to my buttocks, between them, then to my vagina. He slipped his hand in between my legs sideways, moving it back and forth. I went with it, feeling my clitoris harden under this intense movement and felt myself moving against his hand until I felt the orgasm. It was quick and hot and I moaned with it, nearly falling to the floor in exhausted passion.

  As soon as the orgasm subsided, he turned me around and started kissing me again, this time more slowly, taking his time to let me feel what was left of the climax. Soon, I felt it building again, making me want to grind against him to get at it. But not so soon. I wanted this one to be even bigger and better than the last. My eyes fluttered open and I took a quick look around the bathroom before turning back to him. I realized he still had his clothes on. So, I began to grab at his clothes, wanting to rip them off this body and he helped me until he was naked. And, oh, wow. If he looked good in clothes, he looked better out of clothes. His body was ripped and muscular and just so fucking exquisite I couldn’t stand it. Perfect, he was prefect!

  He didn’t give me much time to gawk because he was kissing me again and settling between my legs. I didn’t want that, not just yet. I wanted to suck him, to feel his big cock in my mouth. I pushed him back and got between his legs, grabbing onto his cock and stroking it a little while looking up at him. He stared back and I knew what he wanted; he wanted some of that oral gratification. I wanted to do it and was more than happy to comply. And so I did. I took it in my mouth while keeping my hands on his balls and sucked a little, then deep-throated him. He rose up a little which told me he really liked that. So, I kept at it, sucking gently but firmly, really taking the time to work the head, licking it until I felt him pull away.

  “You can’t keep doing that,” he said and bent to kiss my neck. “I’ll come all over your beautiful face.”

  I grinned at him, then realized how steamy it was in the bathroom, and not just from the steam of my shower. I pushed the hair out of my face and said, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “I would,” he said. “But I want to fuck you first.”

  “Ummm,” I moaned as he really went to work on my neck while squeezing my breasts. “Then fuck me, baby, fuck me and fuck me hard.”

  He didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed me up and sat me on the vanity. My legs opened wide and he got down on his knees between them and, before he got down to business, he reciprocated some good oral pleasure. Oh, yes, indeed, he gave me some. And it felt so good. He licked and sucked at my pussy, pausing every so often to pull back and finger me, sliding his finger inside of me then bending down and sucking at my clitoris while his finger worked me. I was about to orgasm again but I wanted to save this one. I wanted that big one I knew I’d have if we fucked long enough and I couldn�
�t wait to feel his cock inside of me. I knew it’d be the best feeling ever and I wanted it badly. I wanted to come with him, holding him as tightly as I could.

  “Stop it,” I moaned breathlessly. “Just fuck me now, fuck me!”

  He stopped and got between my legs, his hard cock ready to give me what I wanted. I scooted closer to him and he pushed it in. And… Ahhhhh! The size was good and I loved feeling that thing inside me. He gave me a few good, hard strokes and I just held on, loving the feeling of getting fucked by this very hot man. He was so damned fine and seeing that good looking man fucking me silly, going in and out of me, was enough to make me come. His muscles rippled as he fucked me, his body was slick with the steam and sweat from our fucking and he… Fuck. He was too damned good.

  But what he was doing, fucking me, was making me want to come again. I grabbed onto him and moved, too. Soon, we were in sync, fucking like that, both of us this close to coming, to exploding with orgasm.

  I pushed his head down towards my breasts and he sucked on a nipple as he fucked me. I moved against him, creating just the right friction and felt my hips rise up off the vanity to meet his movements.

  “You look so fucking good right now,” he said.

  I nodded. “So do you,” I breathed. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

  He grinned and nodded. “You too,” he said before bending forward to kiss me, sucking at my lips and eating at my mouth. He pulled back and said, “I could fuck you forever.”

  I nodded in agreement. I could fuck him forever, too. And I wanted to. I wanted to stay like this forever, him fucking me, me getting fucked, both of us loving every single minute of it. Yes, yes, yes. This was the best fuck ever.

  I pulled back and began to suck at his throat, running my tongue down it, and then back up. I could tell he was about to come. He was slowing down in an effort not to. I went back to full-throttle fucking, to getting mine and soon I had it and I was coming so quickly it felt like I would go through the ceiling. I shuddered with it, wanting it to last and last and he was pumping into me with hard, fast strokes and then I felt him stop and pull out. What was he going to do?