by Cole, Aria
Her eyes darkened, her fingers stilling in my hair. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth before she nodded quickly.
“Fuck, there’s nothing preventing me from knockin’ you up the first time I take you? Sinking my seed inside your gorgeous pussy and filling you up with me?”
“I’ve been thinking about you inside me all day.” Her fingers dug into the flesh at my shoulders as her legs locked around my waist.
I groaned, pushing my head between her tits, rocking my hips against hers. The heat of her pussy was like fire through the denim of my jeans. Being inside her might be too much; I might lose my mind. Fuck, I knew I’d already lost my heart.
“I’m clean, and I need to make you mine, sweetheart,” I growled, pulling the zipper on my jeans and shoving them and my boxers down my thighs. Desire burned through my body, my balls heavy with come, ready to love her so hard and so deep I’d coat her unprotected womb with my seed and really make her mine.
Brianna’s hands pushed up my torso, shoving up my shirt until it was over my shoulders. I was nestled between her thighs, ready, naked, only a scrap of pale pink cotton separating me from her pussy.
“Brianna…” I groaned, pressing my cock against the damp cotton. “I have to know…” I resented the words as they formed in my head. “Am I the only man who’s touched you like this?”
She nodded fiercely, her hands wrapped at my neck as she pulled me down to her. “You’re the only one, Blaise. Only you.”
“Thank fuck,” I murmured, fisting a hand in the panties I’d just bought for her this morning and tearing them off her form. A groan barreled from my throat when I looked on her sweet, glistening pussy for the first time.
“Jesus, so wet and ready for me.” I slid a finger through her silky lips, gathering her juices and then pushing my finger past my lips. “Sweet as candy.”
A tremor rolled through her body, and I knew I had her. I knew she had me.
The taste of her was like a sugar high. We were addicted to each other.
“When I saw you, I knew we had a story to tell, Brianna. I felt it deep in my bones.” I breathed against her lips, hands pushing into her hair as my cock nudged at her lips. “I knew the story of us was just beginning.”
I pushed past her tight entrance.
“Oh, God.” She arched and dug into my back. “Blaise…”
“Nice and slow, baby. I’ll go easy on you the first time,” I husked at her ear, sinking myself an inch farther.
“No,” she said. “No, I want all of you. Don’t hold back, Blaise.” Her words were like a shot of adrenaline to my balls. Suddenly I couldn’t stand to not have her, feel her, sink inside her.
“You don't know what you’re asking.” I paused, unwilling to hurt her, even though hearing her little moans and huffs was a completely fucking turn-on.
“I do. I’m asking for you, Blaise. Give me all of you.”
I slid farther into her, breaking the thin layer that officially made her mine. Claimed.
Her muscles flexed and tightened around my cock, her cries and tightly squinted eyes telling me this hurt.
Fuck.
This hurt like hell.
I pulled her tighter into my arms, stilling my hips until her body could adjust to me.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I cradled her against me, my words hushing at her ear.
“Deeper. I want to feel you deeper.” She shocked the hell out of me when she begged.
Christ, she was begging for my dick.
“Brianna.” I kissed under her ear, flexing my hips slowly, sliding farther into her. “I can’t tell you how much you mean to me.”
“Harder, Blaise.” She pulled at my hair, bringing my lips to hers in a soft kiss.
I kissed her back, thrusting my tongue past her pouty lips, enjoying the honeyed taste of her. I sped up, groaning as her eager body flexed against me.
“You were made for me, Brianna. That’s the only thing I know for sure,” I murmured at her lips, thrusting one final time before I hit the end of her. Buried deep in her body, I fucking found God.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me how it feels.” My hips slid back and forth, my body finding a rhythm just for us.
“Good. God, you feel so good.” Her words serrated groans.
Fucking Brianna Foster might be the death of me.
They could write it front and center on my tombstone.
Fucked until the day he died, buried deep inside Brianna, a very happy man.
I wanted to plunge into her without warning. I needed to be inside her, pumping away, chasing my orgasm, but I’d seen myself. I knew I was bigger than average. I had to be gentle. I didn’t want to leave her sore and unable to fuck for days, because that’s exactly what I had in mind.
Fucking her again and again, for days, until she was full of me.
I moved my lips down to her hard nipples and pulled one into my mouth. One hand supported me over her body, the other wrapped around her shapely waist, pulling her into me as I pumped away.
“Jesus Christ, so fucking hot and tight, like a goddamn fist around my dick. The way your pussy hugs my cock, baby, never felt anything like it.” I thrust into her, and she took everything I had to give. My hair fell into my face as I pounded her, her moans echoing across the room, nails biting into my back, the pain-pleasure sensation causing the base of my spine to tingle. I ground my hips and circled, my pelvis working against her clit. I angled my hips and clenched at the flesh of her ass to lift her up into me, to position her to hit the spot on her inner wall that would have her coming apart beneath me.
It worked just like I thought it would as a string of curse words erupted from her throat and she came around my dick.
“Aww, feel so good milking me, baby. Your pussy is pulsing, pulling my orgasm out of me, tightening and fisting.” I dipped my head as I continued to thrust and grind against her. I caught her lips and kissed her as I pounded until my release erupted through me. Her body went limp beneath me, sated as I poured into her. Her chest heaved, her nipples rasping against my chest, arms over my head and fisted around my neck with pleasure.
“You fuck like an animal, baby.”
She grinned a Cheshire cat grin that turned up her orgasm-flushed cheeks and made my cock throb. I could fuck her again and again. I’d never wanted anyone as goddamn badly as I wanted Brianna Foster.
“Stop giving me that grin.” I plucked her nipple with my thumb and finger, loving her squeal.
“Yes, boss.” She wrapped her arms around my chest, nails dancing across the bare skin of my back.
“Mmm, I like that.” I yanked her chin to me, taking her lips in a sensual kiss.
“I’m sore, Blaise. You fucked me straight into submission.” She giggled. A melody that sounded so fucking sweet to my ears, I couldn’t help but smile myself.
“I like the sound of that.” I smacked her on the ass, making sure I left a sting. “I like kinky.”
“Ow! Oh, my God.” She rubbed her ass.
“You sure are a surprise, sweetheart.” I kissed her again.
SEVEN
Blaise
“Mornin’, beautiful, what’s your pleasure?” I held a steaming cup of black brew in my hand as she descended the stairs.
“Thank you.” She took the mug, sipping then setting it on the counter. Wild waves of hair curtained around her shoulders, her body all soft and warm, fresh from sleep and still drowsy. She was a vision first thing in the morning.
“Love waking up to you.” I slid a palm down the center of her body as I sucked on the flesh of her earlobe. I glided my hand up her silky thigh and traveled to the apex of her thighs to find her bare.
“Christ, where are your panties?” My voice was gruff as I pushed my aching erection into her ass.
“What’s the point? You’re just going to rip them off me anyway.” Her chest heaved with shallow breaths as I glided my fingers over her soaked flesh.
“Mmm, always so responsive when I touch yo
u.” I spun her and lifted her up on the counter in an instant. A lazy smile fell across my face as she palmed my rock-hard arousal in her hands. “Nuh-uh.” I pulled my hips out of her reach. “I need to taste that sweet pussy.” I ducked my head and took her lips with my own in a punishing kiss. One hand kneaded her breast as the other pushed her to lean back against the cupboard. “That’s my girl.” I pulled away, and desire flashed in her eyes. My eyes flicked down her beautiful body. “So fucking sweet.” I danced one fingertip high up on her thigh where her dress had ridden up. A low growl escaped my throat when she licked her lips as she watched my fingertip trailing a path around her heated flesh. “You want me, baby?”
She nodded her head.
“You want me here? Inside you? Pushing in and out? Taking all of you? Filling you up?”
“Yes,” she responded breathlessly, the soft release of air going straight to my dick.
“Good girl.” I thrust her thighs apart and bent my head between her legs, trailing my tongue up the wet flesh in one long lick. A groan escaped her as she flung her head back, and my hands locked at her hips to hold her in place. I swirled and nipped at her swollen flesh, tasting her sweet nectar, lapping it all like a man dying of thirst. All that sweet moisture evidence of her desire for me. I caught her stiff little nub between my teeth and slowly dragged away before moving down to her entrance. I thrust my tongue inside and rubbed my nose along her trembling flesh. One palm held her thigh open, the other was placed firmly on her hip, creating another layer of torturous pleasure. I could feel her release begin to build as her body tensed beneath me and her breathing grew ragged. Her clit swelled further as I sucked it between my lips and drew the orgasm out of her.
“I want… I want… Please…” she moaned as I thrust my fingers into her. “Oh, God.”
“I want you all over my face.”
“No, I need you inside.”
“I’m right where I want to be. And I want you to come all over my face, sweetheart.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned again as she slipped her fingers under her nightie and pinched at the sweet little nipple.
“That’s right, sugar. You’re so beautiful, giving yourself pleasure while I eat you.”
Her legs tightened on either side of my head as her body bucked and trembled beneath my hands. One fist clenched in my hair as she held my mouth to her pulsing pussy, riding out her orgasm against my tongue. I continued to lick and suck, taking in all the sweetness she had to give.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Aftershocks pulsed through her system.
“Mmm, tastes like sugar.” I finally pulled away from the best pussy I’d ever tasted, and my tongue darted out to trail across my lips, collecting the last of the arousal gathered there. She licked her own lips as she watched me. My eyes danced with desire and amusement as I took in her post-orgasm body.
“You’ve got to be the most talented man who ever walked the earth.” She hummed when I pulled the nightie down her soft, silky thighs.
“I like the sound of that.” I smacked her on the bare thigh, licking my lips, and savoring the sweet taste of her come. “Now help me whip up some eggs.”
“I don’t do breakfast. I’m a coffee and run kind of girl.”
“I don’t care what you are. I’m a breakfast kind of guy, so get your sweet ass over here and whisk some eggs.” I pulled a carton out of the fridge before turning to catch her narrowed gaze.
“You’re a demanding son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
I could only grin. Demanding, stubborn, determined—those were only a few of my traits. “Christ, I’m gonna miss you today.”
She froze, one hand hovering over the carton. “Why?”
My eyes landed on hers; the anxiety darkening her pupils was like a knife to my back. I’d been dreading this part, and I’d put it off as long as I could, wanting only to enjoy her.
But the fact was, I was the chief. I had to have a presence at the firehouse.
Maybe I’d been selfish asking so much of her. I was married to my job, after all.
“I have to go back to the firehouse today. I’d normally have to do a twenty-four-hour shift, but I moved a few things around so I’m only working twelves the next week. I don’t want to leave you up here all alone. It's fucking killing me, but the guys need me too.”
She nodded, turning back to the eggs. “Right, fighting fires and saving lives. That hero thing you do.”
I could hear the sadness lacing her voice. She didn’t want me to leave any more than I wanted to go.
“I’ll be home by eight tonight. I know it doesn't leave us much time, but I’ve got the weekend off. We’ll do something special—maybe an overnight in Denver? We could go out for a nice dinner—”
“I don’t want that, Blaise. I just want to stay here curled up with you, eat takeout, watch movies—”
“Naked?” A cocky grin broke across my face.
“Definitely naked.” She smiled, sliding up against me then, putting her hands around my neck and planting a kiss on my lips. “I’ll be here waiting when you get home, Chief.”
“Christ.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “I can’t tell you how much I love the sound of that.”
EIGHT
Brianna
I perched on the couch, surrounded by Blaise’s comfy and cozy things, the scent of him on the blanket, his coffee mug still in the sink. I loved being around him, being with his stuff, being in his life.
Jinx meowed and jumped up into my lap, curling and purring as he lay down. I put down the book I’d been reading and flipped on the television. The channel was set on the six o’clock news, a raging inferno of a fire blazing on the screen.
I narrowed my eyes, feeling suddenly attuned to all things catastrophic now that I had a search and rescue worker in my life.
“The fire at Raven Meadows Golf Course burns on for the third straight hour…”
The newscaster interrupted, her empathetic words stopping my heart cold.
Raven Meadows was right here in town.
Blaise was probably fighting that fire.
My heart pounded viciously in my chest, my palms itching with sweat before I hauled Jinx off my lap and stood.
Maybe I could call him? Maybe his crew wasn’t out on this fire.
I sidled up close to the television, narrowing my eyes at the grainy live footage.
“Shit.” I pushed a hand through my hair as I realized there were at least a half-dozen fire trucks gathered around a building, flames licking high into the evening sky.
“Fuck.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, finding no missed calls.
Of course, he wouldn't call me before he went out on a run.
Fighting fire was a job, just an everyday occurrence for him.
An everyday occurrence that risked his life.
I hadn’t thought about it in those terms until now, but being with a fireman meant living in a constant state of fear for his safety.
My stomach rolled, feeling like the sandwich I’d eaten for lunch hours ago might come back up.
I didn’t know if I was cut out for this.
What if something happened to him? How would I ever find out? Who would even call the chick sleeping with the fire chief?
I slumped down on the floor, cold hardwood biting into my knees as slow tears trickled down my cheeks.
Could I love a man who was married to saving lives?
Did I already love him?
Something told me it was too late, and the fact that I was sitting on the floor crying in his living room at this very moment felt like confirmation of that.
And so I waited.
I waited.
Minute after minute.
Hour after hour.
The local news updated me every hour on the state of the fire, and by nine p.m., long after he should have been home, they finally announced that it seemed to be under control.
One, two, then three fire trucks pulled out of the parking lot at the country club, but no m
atter how hard I’d tried, I hadn’t been able to spot Blaise. I’d briefly hoped for a news interview from the firehouse chief, but the reporter hadn’t done that. Or he wasn't there. Or I was just spinning myself out with worry.
And tomorrow was Thursday. I still had to work at the coffee shop.
I groaned, anxiety finally getting the best of my logic before I swiped my car keys off the counter and hurried out the front door.
I had to know he was okay.
I had to know he was safe.
I had to see him.
I crawled into my car that Blaise had delivered after the fire at my apartment, aiming it down the mountain and toward the Raven County Firehouse.
To him.
I prayed the hardest I’d ever prayed the entire way there.
I arrived at the firehouse twenty minutes later, my heart lodged in my throat and fingers shaking on the old steering wheel. I hardly had the car in Park before I was barreling out of the door. The parking lot was nearly empty, Blaise’s pickup still parked in one corner of the lot.
It didn’t look like anyone was here. Maybe he was still out at the clubhouse. Or maybe something even worse had happened. How would I ever know?
I tapped lightly on the small door that looked like it would lead into the office.
No answer.
I was surprised to find it unlocked, so I took a deep breath and opened it.
Silence.
Only a single light cast shadows across the dark garage. I climbed to the second floor, hoping like hell it was Blaise up there filing last-minute reports or something.
“Blaise?” I called softly.
I heard a door slam from somewhere deep in the firehouse, but I kept climbing, thinking at the very least I could ask whoever was in that room with the light on where the chief was.
I reached the top of the stairs, turned the corner, and ran smack into a wall of pure muscle.