Flames of Desire (Romance on the Go)

by Angelina Rain

  She glanced at the man named Marco. He had a darker skin-tone, as though he were maybe Italian or Latino. The man had a scruffy beard and hair slightly longer than Seth's. He was as tall as the ex-lover who stood beside her, and just as handsome.

  Marco returned with the blanket and draped it over her shoulders. The back of his hand brushed over one of her breasts, and for a quick instant their gazes connected. Lust sparked through his eyes and her pussy grew warm. He turned away, as though embarrassed.

  "Are you hungry?" Seth asked.

  Not so much for food as she was suddenly hungry for a good man and a hard dick. But her stomach didn't protest at the thought of eating. "A little."

  Seth nodded and led her toward the fire truck. "Why don't you come home with me and I'll make you dinner?"

  How could a girl say no to that? She tried not to run toward the truck. Didn't want to appear too eager. "Let me just lock up and grab my bag." She dashed into her smoke-filled house and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. Emotions swirled through her as she walked past the kitchen, but she forced herself to move on. Once she had a pair of heels on her feet, she threw some mascara and eye liner into her purse and dashed out of the house, making sure to lock up.

  Inside the fire truck, she met the other firefighters. Besides Marco, there was Jett, a much younger man of about twenty-one who had blond hair and blue eyes. And then there was Ian, who appeared to be in his mid-forties. He had dark brown hair littered with a few grays and hazel eyes. Dominic, who was probably in his early thirties like Marco, was the tallest of the bunch with light brown hair and blue eyes.

  All the men put her at ease in the truck with their relaxed conversation. When they pulled into the fire station, Ginelle half expected them all to go about their night when Jett turned to Seth. "I'll see you at your place."

  Seth only nodded. "See you all in a few minutes." He led Ginelle to his car and she climbed inside.

  "So they are coming to your place, too?" she asked once they were on the road.

  "We're all hungry and they all hate to cook."

  "Are you a good cook?"

  "I don't like to brag."

  That had to be a yes. She smiled. Ginelle didn't remember Seth ever cooking when they were younger. Then again, she didn't recall much except how great he was in bed. Excitement raced thought her at the naked images of him still fresh in her mind. "In that case, I can’t wait to eat your dic-nner." She blushed, hopeful he didn't catch the work mix up she almost made.

  One look at him and the big grin on his face confirmed he knew exactly what she almost said.

  About fifteen minutes later, he pulled into a garage in front of a modest two story colonial house. He led her up the walk to the front door. "I don't have any guest bedrooms so if it's okay with you, I'll let you take my bed."

  "And where will you be sleeping?" Next to me?

  "I'll take the couch."

  A pang of disappointment hit her, but she pushed it away.

  Seth led her through his house, showing her into various rooms. The place was nice and clean given that he lived by himself.

  She made an effort to keep her eyes open for pictures of women and feminine things, but nothing popped out indicating that he had a female companion living with him. There was a nude women's calendar hanging on his bedroom wall and a porn magazine in his bathroom.

  Being in his bathroom, the scent of flame assaulted her nose and she realized that her own clothes smelled of it. "Is it okay if I take a shower?"

  "Of course. Let me bring you something to wear."

  A few minutes later, she had a large men's t-shirt resting on the side of the sink as she stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed. Unrolling the bandage from her injured arm, she put the wrap on the counter.

  She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from the night.

  Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn't until she ran it over the back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled off.

  "Ouch! Fuck!" She screamed and hissed in pain, remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost time.

  A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. "Are you okay?"

  She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.

  Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth's eyes and saw the same lust that reflected her own.

  He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers. The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth. The kiss was rushed and needy, almost sloppy, and just the way she liked it.

  Ginelle moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth, doing a sensual mating dance with her own. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pushed herself into him. His chest was hot against her skin, burning her with desire. His hard cock rubbed against her, and she reached toward him. The palm of her hand cupped him.

  He was long and thick, causing desperate need to pool inside her. The urgency to touch him, flesh to flesh, became unbearable. She scraped her nails down his chest and reached for the waistband of his shorts. Her fingers fumbled with the lone button, ready to rip it out entirely. Finally it gave and she pulled the zipper down. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath the shorts, and she gave a happy sigh as her hands gripped his long, thick shaft.

  Her lips abandoned his. She kissed the side of his neck, his collarbone, his chest. Hurried kisses trailed over his scorched skin as she traveled down. Once she was on her knees, she stared at the dick before her. Pre-cum covered the tip and she stuck out her tongue, touching the wetness.

  Seth groaned, and the sound caused the need within her to multiply. She took all of him in. He tasted like man and desire as she moved her mouth over his flesh back and forth, back and forth.

  His hands tangled in her hair.

  Her own juices dripped passed the sensitive folds of her pussy and down onto her thighs.

  "Ginelle." Her name escaped his lips and the sound of it caused her heart to beat wildly. She loved the sound of it coming from him. "Oh, Ginelle."

  She swirled her tongue over the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum as it dripped into her mouth before she shoved the rest of him inside her.

  "I need to be inside you," he proclaimed and slipped his cock out of her mouth. He pulled her up and bent down into his discarded shorts. Seth pulled a condom out of the pocket and ripped the wrapper.

  Within seconds his cock was covered in the rubber and he pushed Ginelle toward the bathroom sink where he bent her over it with her ass in the air. He spanked one cheek, and she felt as though her sensual liquid slashed out of her. Desire filled her, need swirled through her. He spanked the other cheek and then moved his hand to cover her wet and throbbing cunt.

  He pushed one finger inside her and she sighed and moaned as pleasurable shivers worked over her body. One simple touch and she was already on the edge of release.

  "You feel ready," he whispered as though commenting more to himself instead of her.

  "Very ready," she confirmed.

  Seth retracted the finger and positioned himself behind her.

  Once t
he tip of his dick pressed against her core, she closed her eyes and sighed a welcoming plea.

  He inched inside her, slowly, too damn slowly, and the torture built until her toes curled.

  Once he buried himself to the hilt, Ginelle gasped. Her pants of pleasure sounded like music to her own ears. It mixed in perfect harmony with his grunts, and they sang a sensual song together.

  He picked up the speed as he pushed in and out of her cunt. The sound of flesh against wet flesh was almost like water lapping over rocks. Seth wrapped one arm around her until his fingers lingered over her mound. He found her clit and circled over it in small tight rings.

  She gazed at their reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair had dried already, and she noticed the look of fulfillment and enjoyment on her own face. His matched her emotions as he pumped into her.

  Their gazes met through the reflecting glass. He mouthed silent words that she didn't hear but understood completely. "I miss you."

  "I miss you, too," she whispered into the mirror and closed her eyes as the pleasure built.

  His grunts became louder. His cock slammed into her harder.

  Her legs started to vibrate. Starting at her toes, the sensations traveled up past her knees and into her cunt. Her arms felt heavy as tingles worked through them. When both sets of sensations combined in her core, explosions rocked her body. It was as though a fireworks display went off inside her pussy, and she clenched around him.

  He exploded within her. His cock twitched against her walls as they gave a spasm around him.

  She was weak, dizzy, and weightless. Thankfully, he grabbed her before she could collapse completely. He held her limp form in his arms, and she sighed as the spasms still rocked within her.

  Seth pulled out of her and turned her around to face him. He held her close as his lips rained kisses on her flushed skin. "It's been too long," he whispered between licks and nips. His lips moved to hover over hers. "Too damn long since I had you last."

  My sentiments exactly, she wanted to say but that would require energy, which she didn't have. All she was capable of doing was pressing her lips against his. She kissed him, softly, and he returned the kiss with hard desire and urgency coming through his mouth. With his kiss, and her body melting into his, she felt most at home.

  * * *

  Seth had given Ginelle some after-burn cream and left the bathroom to go check on his cooking, which gave her a quick minute to put the eye liner and mascara to good use. She felt much prettier once she had a little more color to her.

  After slathering her hurt hand in the burn cream, she glanced at the bandage but decided against it. Putting on Seth's black t-shirt, she turned around and surveyed her image in the mirror. The shirt was rather short but it did cover her pussy and ass.

  He didn't provide any underwear and she didn't want to put on the ones she had worn, so she made sure nothing showed when she walked out of the bathroom. Despite the fact that she wore the t-shirt, Ginelle felt naked and a warm flush bathed over her body.

  On her way to the kitchen, she passed the living room. Jett, the youngest of the firemen, sat on the leather couch watching TV. He glanced at her, his gaze slowly traveled over her entire body.

  It was as though he touched her with his glances. The sensation of phantom touches, his touches swept along her neck, her breasts, her thighs.

  His cock strained inside his pants and Ginelle stared at the bulge. Her mouth went dry as for a second she imagined climbing on top of him and taking whatever pleasure he would offer. Before the desire to act on it became too strong, she made her way to the kitchen where Seth stood over a pot on the stove, stirring a red sauce with a wooden spoon.

  He glanced up at her and smiled before putting the spoon onto a plate. Crossing the kitchen, he came to her and wrapped her in his arms. "How are you feeling?"

  Fulfilled. Desired. Still unbelievably horny. "Great."

  He kissed her chin, her cheek, her lips as his hands dipped below the hem of the shirt and grabbed her ass. His fingers kneaded and massaged her cheeks, and she leaned into him with a sigh.

  Seth's hands abandoned her ass and he ran his fingers through her long locks. "My friends want to fuck you."

  Her heart started to dance inside her chest.

  His hands brushed over her breasts. His thumbs circled over her nipples through the fabric. They perked up and strained to meet his touch. "Have you ever been taken by more than one man at the same time?"

  She shook her head.

  Seth placed one hand over her pussy, the other over her ass. As he pressed one finger past her folds, the other rubbed against her anus. "Imagine having one cock in your cunt and another in your ass."

  Ginelle gulped. The image was too good to let it slip away.

  "Would you like to try that, baby? Will you let all of us pleasure your body?"

  Her knees grew weak and she gripped the edge of the countertop to steady herself.

  He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to himself. "Tell me you want to be taken by all of us." He kissed her lips and whispered against them. The breath tickled her sensitive skin. "Tell me."

  "Yes." The word escaped on a sigh as his lips pressed into hers, making love to her mouth.

  Seth pulled away. He glanced at the stove and moved away to stir the pot. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour. Why don't you find something…" He winked. "…Or someone, to do."

  Now she stood truly conflicted. On the one hand, Ginelle wanted to rush to the living room and take Jett as far inside her as she could, to feel his breath on her skin, his lips on hers. But she needed air. The room suddenly swam around her as desire and lust mingled within. She needed to clear her mind and take a moment to breathe. She needed to see if this was reality or a very wicked dream.

  She rushed outside and stood on the wooden deck. Breathing in the night air, she told her heart to still. Her cunt throbbed with need, her nipples tingled with desire.

  The bright brilliant moon cast shadows and light over the deck, and she quickly realized she wasn't alone. Grunting and rutting drifted toward her and she took a few steps closer to the sound. She rounded a corner of the deck and froze solid as the moonlight glistened around Marco's skin.

  He stood, gazing up as the sky as his hands held firmly onto the railing. He was naked, and the moon illuminated his muscled chest and abs. She wanted to run her fingers along his skin, to feel him touch her in return. But he wasn't alone on the deck.

  Ian, the older gentleman, knelt before Marco. Ian's mouth was wrapped round Marco's cock. He rocked back and forth.

  Her knees grew weak and she leaned against the wall of the house. She wanted to rush to them, wanted to touch both men as they touched each other. She wanted to have them touch her, too.

  Ginelle's hand touched her thigh, but in her mind it wasn't her own hand. It was Marco or Ian's, or maybe Jett’s, or Dominic's. It circled slowly to her inner thigh.

  Ian's hands gripped Marco's hips. Those hips moved closer to the eager mouth, farther away, closer again. As she watched, images of her sucking Marco's cock, or Ian's, or any one of theirs, danced through her head. Her fingertips brushed over her folds. They came away wet with her need.

  Ian's hands left Marco's hips. They circled around the back and grabbed his ass cheeks.

  The standing man grunted, loud, and that sound ran through her. It was as though she sucked his cock and squeezed his ass. It was as though she inserted a finger into his anus, instead of the other man.

  Marco screamed as the older man pushed the finger in and out. His hips rocked harder, faster.

  Ginelle watched, mesmerized as Ian continued to suck the man's cock. Creamy pale cum escaped the sides of his lips and dripped down his chin.

  She wanted to go to them and to run her tongue past those lips, to taste the pure male essence that had escaped the man's mouth.

  Ian let go of Marco's dick and ran his fingers along his chin, collecting the creamy liquid. He put his finger into his mout
h and moaned.

  She almost moaned, too. Her middle finger dipped into her cunt. She swirled it and pumped it in and out. Her gaze remained glued to the men in the moonlight.

  Now Ian stood and held Marco in his hands as the man shook with the aftermath of his orgasm. They kissed each other as their hands touched and stroked each other's skin.

  She ran a hand over her own skin. With one hand still pleasuring her core, she dipped the other beneath the t-shirt and traced her navel, her belly button, and the valley between her breasts.

  Ian moved behind Marco. His cock was hard and thick and long as it came to rest at the entrance to Marco's anus. He spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his cock. It poked at Marco until the man grunted and the head of Ian's cock disappeared inside the puckered hole.

  She watched, amazed, as inch after inch the man buried himself into the other. He gripped Marco's hips and rocked in and out, in and out. Both men grunted and she gasped.

  Ginelle's hands moved quickly to cover her mouth. The scent of arousal lingered around her and she realized it was her own. The finger she had used to play with herself smelled as though it had been dipped in the fragrance of allure and desire. She inhaled deeply, always finding the smell of sex to be so intoxicating.

  Ian pumped into Marco. He moved faster and they both screamed in pleasure at the same time. Once he pulled away, a trail of creamy cum dripped from Marco's anus.

  Marco spread his butt cheeks as though showing her where his lover had spilled. The cum rolled down his thighs, over the backs of his knees, all the way to his ankles.

  Both men held each other, kissed each other, and Ginelle's heart swelled with love as it radiated off the two men.

  Her pussy begged for release, for a thick cock to pump into her until they both screamed with fulfillment. Leaving the two lovers behind, she snuck back into the house.

  Seth wasn't in the kitchen, but the smell that wafted through it was amazing. It was like heaven had come to visit for dinner as well.

  She strolled into the living room. Seth wasn't there. Neither was Jett.

  Dominic sat on the couch. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, and his t-shirt lay beside him. His shorts rested low on his hips and a big cock stood to attention as he stroked it.