by Opal Carew
“Thanks. This was my parents’ place. I inherited it a few years ago. Dad installed pools for a living and he put this in when I was a kid. We spent a lot of happy hours in this backyard.”
At his wistful expression she could tell he missed his dad.
She followed Simon back into the house and together they brought out buns, condiments, and the salad. The men had already brought out a pile of plates and Carter placed a plate of neatly stacked burgers on the center of the picnic table on the deck.
Rikki sat down facing the pool.
“You have a nice little slice of heaven here,” she said.
“You like the water?” Carter asked.
“I love it.” She grabbed a bun from the basket and placed a patty inside. “So have you two lived together long?”
“Yeah, for a few years now,” Carter said. “We’ve been friends for a long time, and it’s much easier living with someone who’s on the same type of shift.”
“And who understands the demands of the job,” Simon said.
She bit into the burger. It was delicious. Simon poured her some lemonade, the ice tinkling against the jug.
“So why did you decide to become firefighters?” she asked.
Carter shrugged. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. My uncle was a firefighter and he’d take me to the house sometimes. They’d let me wear one of the hats and ride on the truck. As a kid, I loved everything about it. The fact they all stayed at the house together, the big dog they had, all the great equipment. And especially the excitement when the alarm went off, with everyone rushing to the truck, then the lights flashing and the siren blaring. As I got older, and realized how much more there was to it, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”
The intensity in his brown eyes reminded her of Jesse when he’d talked about the job.
“Doesn’t it scare you going into a burning building?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“Of course,” Carter said. “I’m human. But it’s also a huge rush of excitement and … man, when you pull someone out of that fire…” His hands tightened into fists as his eyes shone. “It’s so worth it.” He gazed at her. “Most people never get a chance to save a life, or maybe once in a lifetime. We do it every single day.”
Emotion welled up inside her.
“What about you, Simon?” she asked.
“I didn’t have someone in the family who was a firefighter, but firefighters used to come into the restaurant run by the family of a friend of mine when I was young. They were really friendly guys and we used to listen to their stories with awe. Then one time, there was a fire in the restaurant. I wasn’t there that day, but they pulled my friend and his parents out of the fire. My friend was burned, but he was alive because of those men. I knew right then that I wanted my life to have meaning like that.”
“You’re incredibly brave,” she murmured, staring into his intense blue eyes, then shifting to Carter’s brown ones.
Carter just shrugged. “As I said, I can’t imagine doing anything else.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, their courage and devotion moving her deeply.
She stood up and took Carter’s hand. “Come on.”
As he stood up, she held out her hand to Simon. He stood up and took it, then she led them into the house.
“Where are we going?” Simon asked.
“To the bedroom,” she said, continuing to the stairs.
Then Simon tugged her back and she found herself in his arms. His lips found hers and his tongue delved deep, driving her heart rate even faster.
“We don’t need to go upstairs,” he murmured against her mouth, then kissed her again.
“But I want—”
Simon chuckled. “I know what you want. And we can do it right here.”
He tugged her into the living room and over to the couch. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap. Carter stood in front of her as Simon cupped her breasts and squeezed. She arched against him, her pulse racing. Her nipples peaked, punching into his big hands.
Carter knelt in front of her and flicked open the first button of her shirt. Then the next. Soon it was half undone and Simon was pulling it open as Carter continued down the placket. Simon’s big hands cupped her lace-clad breasts and caressed, sending heat thrumming through her.
“You have beautiful breasts, sweetheart,” Simon said as he nuzzled her neck.
Tingles danced down her spine.
“Thank you,” she said in a daze.
Carter laughed as he pulled her now fully open shirt from her jeans. The rasping sound of the zipper as he undid it sent goose bumps dancing across her flesh.
Simon slipped her shirt from her shoulders and she pulled her arms free. He tossed it away, then she felt his hands working on the back of her bra. The elastic released and he dropped the straps from her shoulders.
She leaned back against him as he drew the cups from her breasts, then tossed the lacy garment to the floor.
Carter smiled at the sight of her naked breasts, and he covered them both with his hands. As he caressed her swollen mounds, while Simon’s lips played over her collarbone, she melted into a boneless mass.
Carter’s mouth covered one of her nipples and he suckled softly.
“Oh, yes. I love that,” she said.
He licked it, then moved to the other. Simon covered the abandoned breast with his hand as Carter teased her nipple with his lips and tongue. Simon’s fingers glided over her sensitive bud and soon she was squirming on Simon’s lap, needing so much more.
She couldn’t believe that she was going to experience that intense pleasure again so soon. But this time, both of them would make love to her. She would feel Carter’s cock inside her today as well as Simon’s.
As if sensing her need, Carter tugged on her jeans, pulling them down her thighs, then to the floor. She kicked them away, then opened her legs wide for him. She could already feel the slickness dampening her panties.
A cell phone rang. Not hers.
“That’s the chief,” Simon said. He pulled his phone from his pocket and answered it. He only spoke a few words, then hung up. “Sorry, bad news. They’re short one guy and need one of us to come in for a few hours to cover.”
Her heart pounded. Oh, God, they couldn’t stop now.
“You have to go right this second?” she asked. Her voice was throaty and full of need.
Simon laughed. “Don’t worry. We won’t leave you high and dry.” He glanced at Carter. “I’ll go. Then you and Rikki can continue what we’ve started here.”
“You sure?” Carter asked.
“It’s only fair. I got to enjoy the main event last night.” Simon kissed Rikki’s cheek. “Is that okay with you, Rikki?”
The thought of being alone with one of them … of having sex with just Carter … was disorienting. It would be so much more … intimate.
Carter’s hand stroked across her belly, her skin blazing under his touch.
“Uh-huh,” she breathed.
Carter smiled as he drew her to her feet. Simon kissed her, then adjusted his jeans and headed for the door.
“You two have fun,” he said as he opened the door, then he turned back to them and smiled. “And think of me.”
Rikki nodded, then he closed the door behind him.
She turned and stared up at Carter.
“Don’t look so terrified. I know I said I was worried about going too fast last night, but I promise, I’ll take it slow and easy.” He hesitated. “Unless … you want to wait until Simon comes back.”
She shook her head. “No, I just … ever since I met the two of you, I think of you together … of me being with both of you.” She cupped his cheek. “But … I want to be with you. Now.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Okay. Well, then, come here.”
He pulled her into his arms and his lips found hers. The kiss was deep and passionate. And intensely sexy as his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly.
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p; His hand glided over her naked back and she could feel his cock hardening under his jeans. She stroked over his shoulders, then down his chest. She began undoing the buttons on his shirt.
He released her mouth and she pressed her lips to his collarbone, feeling the rising pulse there, then kissed down his hard chest as the shirt fell open. When she reached his jeans, she tugged the shirt free then smiled up at him as she unfastened the belt, then tugged on it, pulling it from the belt loops. She tossed it to the floor, then unfastened his jeans.
She pulled down the zipper, and as the denim parted, revealing his black and charcoal–patterned boxers beneath, her heart rate accelerated. She ran her finger down the bulge under the thin fabric of his boxers. It was hard and swelling larger. She pulled down his jeans, dropping them to his ankles, then wrapped her fingers around his hidden shaft and glided her hand up and down.
He drew her into a kiss again.
“Since you like the water so much, let’s go out to the hot tub.”
“But the neighbors…?” she protested.
Carter tugged her hand, drawing her with him to the patio doors.
“The backyard is totally private. I promise you.”
Before she knew it, they were on the deck, her in just her skimpy undies and Carter in his boxers. He opened the cover, then turned on the bubbles. She watched as he dropped his boxers to the deck, revealing his big, hard cock. She couldn’t help licking her lips.
“Your turn,” he said with a smile.
She nodded, then pushed down her small white panties and placed them on a nearby deck chair. Carter’s gaze glided up and down her naked body and she felt self-conscious.
He chuckled. “You’re getting all shy on me.”
“What? No,” she denied.
He stepped close. “Yes, you are.” He drew her against him, his arms around her waist, as he gazed down at her. “Your cheeks are all flushed.”
He stroked her hair back from her face, his brown eyes glittering.
“Okay. I’m just not used to being naked in front of a man.”
“Good. I don’t want you naked in front of any men except me and Simon.”
He cupped her face and drew her in for a kiss, his lips full and delightfully persuasive on hers. He opened and she glided her tongue inside, tentatively exploring his mouth. He held her tighter, her breasts pressed against his solid chest. Her nipples peaked, longing for the feel of his hands. His mouth.
He drew back and guided her to the edge of the tub, then held her hand as she stepped into the hot, bubbling water. He stepped in, too.
“Wait. Why don’t you sit on the side?” she asked.
His eyebrow raised. “Yeah? Why?” He sat down on the edge, his legs in the water, his grin telling her he knew exactly why.
She knelt on the seat and leaned toward him, resting one hand on his thigh.
“Because I want to do this.”
Chapter Eleven
Rikki wrapped her hand around his thick, hard cock and stroked. She watched the big, bulbous head glide up and down within her grasp, pushing up past her fingers, then disappearing within their grip again. Over and over.
He got harder in her hand. And she could feel the veins pulsing.
“You like this?” she asked.
“Of course, babe. I love you touching me.”
She smiled and leaned forward then pressed her lips to his tip. She kissed him, then smiled.
“Do you like being in my mouth, too?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
She laughed and wrapped her lips around him, then glided down as deep as she could. He twitched in her mouth as she drew back, then with her hand firmly around him, ran her tongue over his corona, laving the entire surface thoroughly.
“Oh, yeah.”
She loved the grating need in his masculine voice. She dove down on him again, taking him deep, then she sucked on his big cock. She glided up and down, squeezing and sucking.
“Ah, fuck, baby, that’s so good.”
She lifted her head and gazed at his face.
He smiled. “I love seeing my cock in your mouth.” He stroked her long hair back from her face. “I love feeling your soft warmth around me.”
She eased down, then up again, but before she could continue, he grasped her shoulders and pressed her around as he slipped into the water. His cock fell from her mouth and she found herself sitting in one of the contoured seats, with him kneeling in front of her.
He kissed her, then murmured against her ear.
“But there’s somewhere else I’m desperate to be right now.”
At first, she thought he meant he was leaving, but then his hand glided down her stomach and his fingers dipped into her folds.
“Ohhhh,” she murmured as he slipped inside her, his curved fingers stroking her sensitive passage.
“You’re so wet.” His breath fluttered against her temple. “I want to be inside you so much.”
She opened her legs wider. “Me, too.” Her insides ached for him.
He dipped deeper, stroking her faster.
“Oh, please.” She found his cock and squeezed it, to his groan.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed it to her. The feel of him gliding it over her hot slit sent need careening through her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer.
“Please.”
“Please what, baby?” His lips brushed her temple.
“I want you inside me.”
“Why?” He dragged over her again, making her whimper. “Say exactly what you want, baby. I want to hear you say dirty things to me.”
Excitement swelled through her at the thought.
“I want you to push your big cock inside me.” Her passage twitched with the need. “I want you to fuck me.”
He pressed his cock against her opening. Her heart rate increased at the feel of him there, knowing with one quick stroke, he could be all the way inside her. Stretching her barely used passage wide.
“Yeah?” He stroked back her hair, gazing into her eyes. “Tell me more.”
“I want to feel it glide in deep and slow … filling me all the way.”
“Oh, yeah.” He pushed forward and his corona opened her as it moved in partway. She clung to his shoulders, wanting so much more.
But he waited.
“I want to feel it moving inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
His cock slid a little deeper, his big cockhead stretching her more than Simon’s had. The feel of it sent pleasure trembling through her.
But he stopped once the cockhead was inside her.
“I want to do that, baby. But first, tell me how you want it.”
She squeezed around him and he moaned.
“I want you to push in all the way. Fill me with your cock.”
“Yeah?”
“Then start to move inside me. Slowly at first. Then speeding up until you’re fucking me deep and hard.”
He pushed forward, moving slowly inside her. The feel of his erection filling her … stretching her tight passage … made her insides quiver.
His hands cupped her bottom and he pulled her tight to him, pushing his cock even deeper inside her.
“Oh, yeah,” she murmured, then nipped his shoulder.
“Fuck, baby. I love that.”
She nipped him again, then dragged her teeth over his skin. He tightened his grip on her bottom, pulling her even closer. He was so deep it felt like he’d push into her stomach. She squeezed around him and he groaned.
“I’m going to fuck you now, babe. But I’m going to take it slow. If I get carried away … or go too fast … just tell me.”
She nodded, just wanting him to do it. She was desperate for the feel of him moving inside her.
He drew back, his cockhead stroking her sensitive passage. She moaned as he almost slipped out of her, then slowly moved forward again. She welcomed him, her intimate muscles squeezing him in a tight hug of appreciation.
When he was all
the way inside her again, he kissed her forehead. His arms tightened around her and he held her close.
“I can’t believe I’m inside you, baby. That you’re letting me be with you like this.”
She gazed into his brown eyes, amazed at the warmth and tenderness she saw there. He was big and masculine … his cock deep inside her … and she felt so loved and protected in his embrace.
She rested her hand on his cheek, her gaze locked on his, and she kissed him. Their lips moved together, melting her heart at his gentleness.
Then he began to move.
His cock stroked her insides. Stretching her. Caressing her. It was like they were meant to be together. Their bodies designed to fit perfectly.
Sweet pleasure swelled through her as he moved inside her. Spiraling outward … filling her whole being. Gliding into her deeper and faster.
She gasped as he plunged in hard, reaching the deepest part of her.
“Fuck, baby. You okay?” he asked, his movements stopping as he held her tight to him. His fingers forked through her hair, cupping her head as his lips brushed against her temple.
“Oh, yeah,” she whimpered. “It’s incredible. Please don’t stop fucking me.”
She squeezed his cock inside her, an intense yearning bubbling inside her.
He chuckled, then kissed her. He rested his forehead against hers, still staring into her eyes.
“Don’t worry, babe. I won’t stop. I intend to make you come so hard you won’t ever want my cock to be anywhere but inside you.”
Then he drew back and thrust forward, making her gasp again.
He coiled his hand in her hair and drew her head back, his gaze locked on her face as he pulled back and surged forward again. The incredible pleasure swelling through her body at each thrust must surely show on her face.
He thrust again and she felt faint with delight.
He smiled, then picked up speed, surging into her fast and hard. Filling her with his thick shaft over and over again. Each time he drove into her, she sucked in air.
Now she was panting as he thrust into her like a jackhammer. Her body vibrating with delight.
“Ohhhh, yesssss…” Her voice trailed off to a reedy moan, then as she clung to him, quivering on the edge of ecstasy, it turned to a wail. The sound rippling through her.