Hot In Here (Ashton Heights Fire # 3)

by Sami Lee

  Blair punctuated his instruction by giving her a resounding slap on the ass. Ally wanted to give him what for, but her legs ignored her need to put him in his place, walking her toward the dining table before she could think better of appearing so easy. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had sex on a piece of furniture other than a bed, but it would be the first time doing it with her hands bound.

  Ally had always craved new experiences, so she only had herself to blame—or congratulate?—for her current predicament.

  Leo moved a chair out of the way so she could walk flush to the edge of the table. Blair’s hand was on her back as the front of her thighs pressed into the wood. “Now bend over.”

  Ally glanced at him over her shoulder. “Don’t you think that’s a bit hard with my hands tied?”

  Blair smiled, the expression showing her no mercy. “I think you’ll figure it out.”

  You can say no at any time, remember? The word wouldn’t form on her tongue, because the lure of a new experience was crowding out any thought of objection. Plus, she didn’t want to look like a wuss in front of Blair.

  Ally lowered her body to the table’s surface, glad she’d done some Pilates over the years. Moving without the use of her hands wasn’t that much of a challenge. But the shock of pressing her chest to the cool timber made her let out a yelp. “Damn, the table’s cold.”

  “You’ll warm it up with those hot tits.”

  Ally laughed weakly at Blair’s cheesy comment, but sure enough, before long the chill left her body. Her breasts, made sensitive by Leo’s tongue, tingled where they were pressed flat against the wood. It was an ignominious position, but instead of experiencing humiliation, Ally only got more turned on, especially when Blair said, “Open your legs wide, Ally Cat. Show me where I’m going to put my cock.”

  Oh Jesus. Ally was so excited, she did Blair’s bidding without a moment’s hesitation. Her heels click-clacked on the hard floors as she spread her legs as wide as she could. A moment later, Blair’s hands were on her, caressing her ass, her inner thighs, touching each indent of her spine.

  No. Blair didn’t have that many hands. It was Leo caressing her back, pressing her more firmly onto the table as Blair grabbed her ass cheeks and parted them so he could examine all of her. He pressed a thumb into her back hole, then found her clit with his other hand and gave it a skillful stroke.

  “Oh God.” Ally’s hips rocked back and forth helplessly as her clit filled with fiery sensation. Her pussy convulsed with need. “Please.”

  “Please, what?”

  “Please fuck me, Blair.” She craned her neck so she could see him over her shoulder. She glared at him. “Isn’t that what you wanted to hear?”

  Blair merely laughed at her show of aggravation. “You’re a defiant one. I love making the defiant ones beg. Do it again, Ally Cat. It turns me on.”

  Ally sent him a murderous look. “Fuck off.”

  “Nuh-uh. That wasn’t what I wanted.”

  Blair pressed his finger more firmly against her clit and moved it in a slow, deliberate circle. Ally dropped her cheek back to the table, unable to keep herself steady as Blair teased a greater response out of her. He continued to tease her clit as he pressed his thumb deeper into her ass, past the ring of muscle.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  She gyrated against the table, her arms trembling from straining against the bindings. She wanted to grab Blair and make him plunge his cock inside her. She didn’t want any more of this being teased shit.

  A hand brushed the hair back from her face. Ally opened her eyes to see Leo looking at her, reassurance in his eyes. “It’s all good, baby. It’s all good.”

  “I can’t…bear it.” Ally pushed her hips back, urging Blair to penetrate her more fully as she watched Leo sit in the chair he’d moved earlier. To her shock she saw that he was erect once more, his cock springing out from the nest of brown curls at the juncture of his thighs. As she watched, Leo grasped the stiff pole and started stroking it up and down.

  It was the sexiest thing Ally had ever seen. “Oh God, Leo…”

  “You’re so beautiful, baby. I want to watch you getting fucked.”

  Ally whimpered. The thought of Leo watching while Blair took her from behind was so arousing she felt more juice leak from her pussy. Perhaps seeing it, Blair moved his finger from her clit to her opening and plunged it into her slick channel. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  “You are so deliciously tight,” Blair said. “I have to put my cock in here. Beg me for it, Ally. Give us all what we want.”

  “Beg for it, baby,” Leo said too, his gaze tortured as it locked with hers, his hand moving faster on his cock. “I wanna hear you say it.”

  Ally might have been able to deny Blair, just to see which one of them could hold out the longest. But she couldn’t refuse Leo. “Please, Blair. Fuck me. Now. Fuck me with your big cock. I need it.”

  “Yes,” Blair hissed. He swiftly removed his fingers from her cunt and just as swiftly replaced them with his dick.

  He filled her with one brusque plunge, shafting her all the way to her cervix and making Ally lose her breath. He held still there, pressing deep and hard for a moment before pulling back. The drag of his cock over her pussy walls caused sparks of sensation. It felt so good that Ally cried out when he drove back into her.

  “Yes, Blair. Yes. Take me. Like that. Yes.”

  “Oh God.”

  It was Leo who groaned the words, and Ally stared at him, fascinated, as he jerked off to her plaintive cries. His gaze ran over her, from her no-doubt-flushed face, to her breasts, to the place where Blair was now fucking her with ruthless strokes, pushing her body hard onto the table with every thrust.

  Ally considered offering to suck his dick. The thought of doing that while Blair fucked her was wild. But she didn’t, realizing Leo was a voyeur, just as Blair had indicated back at the pub when he’d said his friend liked to watch. He wanted to see everything that was happening to her, got as much out of that as he might out of a blowjob.

  And Blair got off on dominating his partners, binding them, making them beg. She continued to do it, because her own words turned her on as well as Blair. And because Leo seemed to need them too.

  “That’s it. Oh, you’re fucking me just right. I need it so bad. Harder, baby. Harder.”

  Blair swore and tunneled into her with rapid strokes, pounding her with such force the table scraped over the floor. Beside her, Leo’s hand worked faster and faster over his cock. It was so erotic, so perfectly synchronized to bring them each maximum pleasure, that Ally almost didn’t want it to end. Not that she had a choice. Her orgasm was approaching with inexorable force, and she knew it was going to be a doozy.

  Blair pressed the thumb he’d never quite taken out of her ass in a bit deeper, filling her back hole as he continued to pummel her eager pussy. It was the last straw. The climax washed over her, drowning her in sensation. “Oh God, yes! I’m coming. I’m coming.”

  “Thank Christ,” Blair said as he jerked inside her, spilling himself with a groan of relief as though he’d been waiting for her cue before he let go. “Damn, Ally. Fuck, that feels good.”

  “Shit. Baby.” Ally watched Leo as he threw his head back with his own release. The pearly come burst out of the head of his penis, landing on his tight abs and chest. Her pussy fluttered as she continued to come and come, their orgasms extending her own until every last spasm was milked from her body.

  Long seconds after she was spent, her body began to shake. Blair pulled out of her, leaning over her until he could see her face. The look of concern in his after he’d been so cavalier with her objections during sex was a surprise. “Ally, are you okay?”

  “C-cold.” She shouldn’t be. It wasn’t a chilly night. It was autumn in Queensland, which compared to Canada where she’d been last week, was practically sweltering, temperature wise. But she couldn’t stop the shakes as they racked her body.

  “I think she’s in shock,” Blair told L
eo, who immediately got up and came to her side as well. Together, they lifted her off the table and peered into her eyes, as though checking the dilation of her pupils.

  Ally laughed at their twin expressions of concern. “I’m not in s-shock. I’m just c-coming down, I think. That was…amazing.”

  “You sure?” Leo asked. “You didn’t mind that I…did what I did?”

  “Are you k-kidding? I’ve never seen a guy jerk off before. That was so f-fucking hot.”

  His cheeks filled with color. God, he was adorable. “If you say so.”

  “I do. And you,” Ally turned her attention to Blair. “You’re a bossy bastard. Don’t think you’ll get away with that every time.”

  Blair smirked. “I can get away with all sorts of things.”

  Another shudder racked her body, and they were both instantly there, sandwiching her between them and warding off the strange chills with their warm flesh. Blair rubbed his hand up and down her arm, looking worried once more. “Warm shower, I think. What’d ya reckon, Chats?”

  “Can’t hurt. Let’s get her in the bathroom.”

  Ally could have protested that she really wasn’t in shock—at least not the medically diagnosable kind—and that she didn’t need to stand under hot running water. But then she pictured standing under hot running water with Leo and Blair soaping her up and thought perhaps Leo was right.

  It couldn’t hurt.

  Blair woke to soft sounds of movement in the bedroom. He opened his eyes and saw Ally quietly dressing herself in the gray dawn light. She might have been headed to the kitchen and didn’t want to go there naked, but he knew that wasn’t the case. She hadn’t been the least shy about her body last night, or about stealing Leo’s shirt if the night chill forced her to cover up.

  She was skedaddling.

  Something cold shifted inside Blair’s chest that had nothing to with the low morning temperature. He opened his mouth to say something—what, he didn’t know—but closed it again before the mystery words could form. Saying something might stop Ally from leaving, and having a girl sneak out without saying goodbye was the ultimate relief. It saved him from having an awkward morning-after conversation.

  Almost every time it was he who had that conversation, because Leo was too damn nice and tended to give mixed messages. Blair had become adept at shuffling sex-addled women out the door, but it was never something he enjoyed. The fact that Ally was saving him from the chore this time around should have been a welcome reprieve.

  Instead, for some reason he felt…disappointed.

  He watched in silence, not moving a muscle, as Ally got down on her hands and knees, clearly searching for something. Beside him, Leo slept on, snoring softly. He was a heavy sleeper, but he wouldn’t remain oblivious for long if Ally didn’t stop swearing under her breath and crawling around the bed. From the way Leo had been looking at Ally last night, Blair figured if his friend woke he’d pressure her for her last name and/or another night. That was the last thing Blair wanted.

  Ignoring the vague sense of untruth inherent in that last thought, Blair slipped from beneath the sheets and got down on his own hands and knees, meeting Ally on all fours as she rounded the end of the bed. She gave a little yelp as she almost collided with him. They both glanced at Leo. The noise hadn’t woken him.

  Blair turned back to Ally and whispered. “What are you looking for?”

  “The match for this,” she whispered back, holding up one high-heeled wedge shoe.

  Seeing the shoe made Blair remember fucking Ally while she was wearing them last night. She’d looked so damned sexy bent over the dining table, her ass in the air and her pussy all pink and moist. She’d been so tight and hot around him, a glorious, slick fist that had eked every last ounce of pleasure from his cock.

  Then later, they’d both fucked her in the shower…and on the bed… Blair had been as insatiable as Leo. Almost as if he didn’t want to let Ally go either.

  He shook the thought from his head. He always let them go. Always.

  He indicated he’d help her find the shoe, and together they searched stealthily through the most likely places. Blair tried to ignore the way watching Ally get around on all fours hardened his cock.

  Eventually, he found the missing shoe stuck behind a football in the corner of the room. Leo kept his room way too shabby for Blair’s liking. He handed the item in question to Ally, who mouthed a grateful, “Thank you.” Blair found his jeans while he was at it and dragged them on, indicating they should go out into the hall.

  Blair softly closed the bedroom door behind him. Ally was already walking out the front door. Jeez, she really was keen to bolt. “Was it something we said?” he murmured in a low voice as he caught up with her.

  Ally swung around, her shoes clutched to her chest and her handbag draped over her shoulder. “Huh?”

  Blair’s lips twitched at the picture she made. She was a half-dressed mess and her dark curly hair was sticking out in every direction. Somehow, she was still breathtaking in the dawn light. “You seem in a hurry to leave.”

  “Oh. Well, I called a cab. It should be here any minute.”

  She looked out at the street as though she expected the taxi to round the corner right away. Blair’s heart did a weird squeezing thing at the thought of her leaving. They still didn’t know her last name. If she left, how would they ever find her again?

  You want her to leave, Blue. Remember?

  “I had a great time last night.” His voice sounded raspy. He felt like a clod, clumsily seeking reassurance from a girl he really liked. He hadn’t felt like that since his early high school years, since before he grew tall and filled out and the girls started coming to him.

  Jesus what was wrong with him?

  Ally turned back to him and gave a high-wattage grin that made the thing squeezing Blair’s heart unravel. “Me too. It was excellent.”

  Blair chuckled. “Excellent, huh?”

  She lifted a brow. “You know it was.”

  “The way you screamed my name did give me a clue,” Blair said, on surer footing now. “I think Leo wants to keep you.”

  Whoa. So much for surer footing.

  Ally’s smile dimmed. “It’s best if I go.”

  “Right. Of course.” Blair was inordinately glad that he hadn’t said I want to keep you too.

  “It’s not that I wouldn’t like to stay longer,” Ally said. “But there are complications. I just can’t.”

  “Complications like your last name?”

  She looked rueful. “Something like that.”

  They both turned at the sound of an engine. A taxi was coming down the street, slowing down as it approached the house. Blair’s heart did that weird squeezing thing again. She was leaving.

  Ally looked at him and they shared some kind of mutual understanding. That was the only way Blair could describe it. He stared into her eyes and sensed she’d come to the same realization he had. That this—her leaving without any intention of returning—was a missed opportunity. They were losing something they didn’t know how to quantify yet.

  Eventually, Ally seemed to snap out of it. “Can you tell Leo…”

  “Goodbye? Sure. He’ll probably shoot the messenger, but I’ll cope.”

  An exasperated expression crossed her face. “Don’t be like that. I thought we all understood this was casual.”

  He’d thought that too. Blair was about to agree with her, say something flippant to underpin the point. Then the taxi driver gave an impatient beep of his horn. It pissed Blair off, adding to the inexplicable tetchiness that had already been stirred by Ally’s trying to sneak out. He indicated to the driver with a terse gesture that they would be a minute. Then he grasped Ally’s upper arms and planted one on her.

  His kiss lacked gentleness, which didn’t put Ally off at all. Like she had so many times last night, she responded to his dominant act with a little mewl of acceptance, her lips becoming compliant as they melted under his. The shoe she’d gone to so mu
ch trouble to find landed with a thud on the porch when Blair grabbed her ass and hauled her into him. He sought entry to her mouth and she opened for him, tangling her tongue with his.

  The taxi driver—bastard—beeped again, making Blair draw back with a curse. Ally froze, her panted breaths falling between them, her hands on his chest. She must be able to feel the way his heart thudded beneath her palm. Sure as shit, she had to feel the hard-on that was pressing into her stomach. Blair wondered—or was it hoped?—if either thing would change her mind about leaving.

  He got his answer when Ally levered away from him. Her voice was husky. “Goodbye, Blair.”

  She trotted down the stairs before he could come up with a single thing to say, disappearing into the taxi, which took off as soon as she shut the door. Blair stood there and watched her go, feeling the reality of her leaving hit him hard and cold in the gut.

  Then he glanced down and saw her shoe still lying on the veranda.

  Leo dipped the sponge into the bucket of sudsy water, then lifted it and slapped it wetly against the side of the fire truck. He covered the driver’s door with the detergent and scrubbed. When he was done, he stepped back and switched on the hose to rinse off the section he’d washed. Then he went back to the bucket and started the process all over again.

  Most people thought firefighting was an exciting job. There were days when it could be—it was certainly unpredictable. When a call came in, no matter how much detail they’d been given, they never really knew what they were going to face at the scene, and some days they answered call after call after call.

  Then there were days like today, when nothing seemed be happening, and it was up to the guys on duty to tend to the maintenance of the station and its vehicles. Days when the hours dragged out monotonously. Kind of like my life, Leo thought morosely.

  “Smoko time!” The announcement came from the front of the station, where Rob McConnell had just walked in with a tray of something from the bakery down the street. “We’ve got apricot Danish, cheesecake slice and some of those choc-chip scones you like, Chats. My treat.”