The Firefighter (The Working Men Series Book 7)

by Ramona Gray

  I smiled at him, “You make me wet, honey. Touch my clit again.”

  He moved to my clit obediently and rubbed it. I placed my fingers over his and rubbed in small, fast circles. “Like this.”

  He let me take control, watching my face as I rubbed his fingers against my clit. “The closer I get, the harder I like to be touched,” I said. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on teaching him. “You can also tug or lightly pinch my clit to – OH! Oh shit, yes.”

  He had given my clit a light tug and I moaned loudly. “Good, honey. So good.”

  I rubbed his fingers against me again. It had been so long since I’d had a man touch me and Elijah’s hard body pressed against mine, the feel of his rough fingers against my clit, had me ready to explode.

  “Harder,” I moaned. I clutched the bedsheets with one hand, my pelvis pumping rapidly against Elijah’s hand. When he dipped his head and sucked on my nipple, the hot wet pressure of his mouth and tongue tipped me over into my climax. I cried out, my back arching and my body stiffening as the pleasure washed over me. Panting, I collapsed against the bed, holding his hand still when he tried to touch my clit again.

  “No,” I panted. “Too sensitive.”

  He nuzzled my neck. “I’m sorry.”

  “All good,” I panted again. “God, really good…”

  “You sure?”

  I nodded, my chest rising and falling as my body made little tremors. “Nice work.”

  He smiled a little. “I think it was more you than me.”

  I shook my head. “You definitely made it better. Next time you can try on your own, yeah?”

  “I’d like that.” He bent and pressed a kiss against my breast. “You’re beautiful when you cum, Mia.”

  “Thank you.” I rubbed his big forearm. His cock was pressing against my thigh, hard and hot and leaking precum. “Are you ready?”

  He nodded eagerly. “Yes. Are you – are you sure about this?”

  “No doubt at all,” I said before spreading my legs wide. “Time to get rid of that pesky v-card, big guy.”

  Chapter Seven

  Elijah

  As long as I lived, I would never see anything more beautiful than the way Mia looked when she was cumming. Her soft sounds, the way her perfect, curvy body moved on the bed, and the flush in her cheeks as she came were like a drug. I wanted to make her cum over and over again.

  “C’mon, honey,” Mia urged.

  I liked it a little too much when she called me ‘honey’. I knew it didn’t mean anything, but it certainly helped my fantasy that what was happening between us was based on love. I groaned inwardly. Fuck, I was an idiot. I was finally about to get laid and what was I doing? Thinking about love. Not only was that a stupid idea, but it was dangerous too. Mia might be the perfect woman for me, but there were very specific reasons she was doing this and none of them involved her falling for me.

  Why would she? She was beautiful and funny and smart, and I was all sorts of fucked up. Every time I thought I was starting to be okay, starting to be normal, memories of my past brought me crashing back to reality. I would never be normal.

  “Elijah?” Mia was leaning over me now. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I said.

  “Are you sure?” She said. “We can take a break, or we can stop if you’re not -”

  “I don’t want to stop,” I said hoarsely. I might have had a sudden moment of feeling sorry for myself, but it hadn’t affected my dick. It was still hard as a rock and my balls were heavy and aching. I needed to be inside of Mia. Needed to finally know what it was like.

  “If you’re sure,” she said hesitantly.

  “Positive.”

  “All right.” She relaxed on her back again and stroked my hip. “I’m assuming you want to be on top for your first time?”

  I nodded. Missionary position was probably considered boring as hell but when you’d never had sex before, the idea of being on top of a woman, of having her legs spread wide around your hips as you fucked her, was intoxicating. I had one chance at sex with Mia and I wanted her under me for it. “If you’re okay with that?”

  “Totally,” she said with a small grin. “I know some people find missionary boring, but secretly, I love it.”

  Her grin widened. “Climb on, cowboy. Let’s get this party started.”

  Feeling a little awkward and uncoordinated, I kneeled between her open legs.

  “Elijah?” Mia’s voice had turned serious. “I’m about to ask you to do something that’s going to be really difficult. I need you to try and go slow at first, okay?”

  I nodded before leaning over her and propping myself up on my hands. The head of my dick brushed against her wet pussy and I hissed out a breath. She cupped my face and stroked my cheekbone with her thumb before staring directly at me.

  “I’m sorry, I know how difficult this will be for you, but I really do need you to be slow when you enter me. You’re,” she paused, “really big and if you aren’t careful, you’ll hurt me. Okay?”

  I knew she was worried, I could see it in her face and hear it in her voice, and my chest tightened. I didn’t doubt that it was going to be difficult, hell, I already wanted to just push in to the hilt inside her pussy, but I would never hurt my Mia. Just the thought of hurting her made me sick to my stomach.

  “I won’t hurt you, Mia.” My voice was hoarse but steady. “I promise I will never hurt you.”

  She studied me, a small line appearing between her eyebrows as she absorbed what I said. She brushed her fingers across my mouth before lifting her head and pressing a kiss against my lips. “Thank you.”

  I smiled at her and carefully pressed my cock against her wet warmth. Fuck, did it feel good. I rubbed back and forth, the head of my cock sliding up and down her slit, but I couldn’t seem to find her tight entrance. I was starting to feel self-conscious and sweat was sliding down my back. I wasn’t sure if I should keep trying the way I was, or reach down and… oh, holy hell.

  Mia had reached between us and I groaned out loud when her soft hand gripped my dick.

  “Steady,” she whispered before guiding me forward. The head of my dick pressed against her wet hole, then slipped inside, and I moaned with need.

  “Slow, honey,” she said.

  “Slow,” I gritted out. Ignoring every part of me that was screaming to shove my dick deep inside of her, I kept my thrusts short and light. With every stroke, I went a little deeper. I clenched my jaw, the vein in my temple pulsing heavily as I slowly – agonizingly slow – slid deeper into Mia.

  Mia wrapped her hands around my arms, squeezing tightly as I stared down at her.

  “Good, honey,” she praised. “Your cock feels so good, so thick and hard.”

  I moaned again and stopped, trying not to blow my load right then and there.

  “You okay?” Mia asked.

  “Baseball,” I groaned. “Thinkin’ about baseball.”

  She laughed, and her pussy squeezed around me. I groaned again, making an involuntary thrust. She gasped, and I froze. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, it’s… oh fuck, it’s good. Keep going.”

  I continued my slow slide and retreat until I was completely sheathed. I stayed still, my eyes squeezed shut and my heart thumping in my chest. Mia’s pussy was incredible. Smooth and wet and warm and fucking amazing.

  I wanted to stay in her forever, but I also wanted – needed – to move.

  “Mia,” I groaned. “Please.”

  She lifted her head again and kissed my chest. “I’m good, honey. Fuck me.”

  With a low moan, I thrust in and out. I tried to go slow, I wanted to go slow, but after only a few strokes, I was moving hard and fast. The sensation of being in Mia, the feel of her tight, smooth pussy gripping my aching cock, made me lose control.

  I thrust wildly, my breath coming in harsh pants and the blood roaring in my ears. I stared at Mia’s tits. They bounced with every thrust and it further weakened my cont
rol.

  Mia’s hands slid around me and rested on the scarred landscape that was my lower back. I could see the confusion cross her face, but I couldn’t worry about her reaction, not when I was so close.

  “Mia, oh God, Mia,” I groaned again. My balls were tightening, and the base of my spine was tingling, and I couldn’t last a second longer. I made one final hard thrust, my back arching and a low howl of pleasure spilling from my mouth as my climax fucking exploded over me. I thrust and thrust again as Mia’s pussy squeezed around me, milking my cock of cum.

  I shook and cried out again before collapsing on top of Mia. She made a low grunt and patted my back. “Honey, too heavy.”

  I heaved myself to my knees again, slipping my dick out of her amazing pussy, and fell on my side next to her. She turned to face me and rubbed my chest. She didn’t speak, just watched my face as I came down from the high of my orgasm.

  When my pulse was almost back to normal and my breathing not quite so labored, she smiled and kissed my chest. “You okay?”

  “Oh my God,” I said. “That was… I mean, that was amazing.”

  “I’m glad you liked it,” she said.

  “Liked it? Liked it doesn’t quite describe how I felt about it.”

  She laughed and kissed my chest again. “You came really hard, huh?”

  I nodded and then suddenly gave her a worried look. “Did I hurt you? Shit, was I too rough or -”

  “No,” she said.

  “Are you sure?” I searched her face. “I didn’t go slow and I -”

  “You went slow at the beginning, that’s all I needed,” she said. “I promise you didn’t hurt me. It was good.”

  “Did you cum?” I was a little embarrassed that I had no idea if Mia had even climaxed or not.

  “No, but I didn’t expect to,” she said. “It’s why I had you make me cum before we had sex.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Stop apologizing,” she said. “Honestly, I was super surprised by how much control you had and how long you lasted once we started having sex. Good job, Elijah.”

  I grinned at her and she laughed. “Oh God, I’m sure there’s nothing sexier than a woman giving a man a performance review after sex, but seriously… you did so well.”

  Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms. I wanted that connection with her again, wanted to feel close to her even though I knew this meant nothing to her. She didn’t seem put out by it. She rested her cheek against my chest and traced circles on my abdomen with her fingertips.

  “Your heart is still beating a mile a minute,” she said.

  “Best work out of my life,” I said.

  She giggled, and I stroked her long dark hair before saying, “Thank you, Mia.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  We laid quietly together for almost ten minutes. My body had never been so relaxed before and I was almost asleep when Mia sat up and peered over my body.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  I gave her a sleepy look of confusion. “What’s wrong?”

  “Your back,” she said. “Elijah, are those scars?”

  I tensed, my sleepiness gone immediately. “Yeah,” I grunted.

  “How did you get them?” Her fingers were tracing the scars and I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

  “Elijah?” She touched my chest. “How did you get them?”

  “I’ve had them since I was a teenager,” I said.

  Dirty boy! Fornicator!

  I winced inwardly at their voices, immediately feeling small and worthless and ashamed.

  “A teenager?” I could hear the horror in her voice.

  Fuck, why did I think she wouldn’t notice the scarring? I’d been so anxious to be with her, that I’d talked myself into believing that I could keep Mia from seeing them.

  “How?” She said.

  I didn’t answer, and she patted my chest. “Elijah, how did you get the scars?”

  “It was an accident,” I lied.

  “An accident,” she repeated.

  “Yeah.”

  “Like a car accident?”

  “Not exactly.”

  She frowned at me. “What type of accident?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  She paused and then rubbed my chest. “Where were your parents? How could they let you be hurt so badly, or -”

  At the mention of my parents, I sat up in bed and pushed away from her. “I said I don’t want to talk about it. Jesus, Mia, mind your own business.”

  I regretted my harsh tone the second the words came out. The soft look in Mia’s eyes disappeared and she folded her arms across her breasts. “You’re right. I apologize. It’s none of my business and I shouldn’t have pushed.”

  Her gaze drifted to my back and I couldn’t take it. If I stayed here any longer, I’d tell her exactly what happened and then she’d know what a freak I was. I climbed out of her bed and grabbed my clothes, yanking them on as Mia watched silently.

  “It’s late, I should go.” I walked toward the door, pausing when Mia called my name.

  “You don’t have to -”

  I shook my head. “It’s late. Thanks for the lesson. Good-bye, Mia.”

  Chapter Eight

  “So, he said the scars were from an accident?” Isabelle sipped at her glass of wine.

  I nodded and poured myself another half glass. “Yeah. But they didn’t look like they were from an accident.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “They looked like… well, like scars a person would get from being hit with a belt or something.” I gave Isabelle a sick look.

  She’d paused with her wine glass at her mouth. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you think his parents did it?”

  “I do. We’ve only been friends for a couple of months but anytime I bring up his parents, he changes the subject. The most he’s ever said about their relationship is that they aren’t close.”

  “Makes sense they wouldn’t be close if the assholes beat him as a kid.”

  “Right?” I sighed and took a sip of wine. “I feel so awful, Isabelle. The whole night was going great and then I fucked up by pushing him to tell me something that was none of my business.”

  “You’ve been a little close-mouthed about how the sex went,” Isabelle pointed out. “Did you guys even…”

  “We did,” I said. “It was good. I mean, it was fast, but I expected that. What I didn’t expect was how gentle and…almost tender, he would be. I mean, he’s such a big guy, you know?”

  Isabelle nodded before giving me a cheeky grin. “Was he big…everywhere?”

  I gave her a disapproving look. “Isabelle, you know I don’t share details like that. Not even with my best…”

  Both of us dissolved into giggles before I nodded. “God, yes. Biggest dick I’ve ever seen, Isabelle. Swear to God.”

  Isabelle held up her wine glass and I clinked mine against it. “Good for you, Mia.”

  My good mood deflated. “Not really. I totally screwed up. I’ll never get to see that gloriously large cock again.”

  “I don’t know, once a guy has had a taste of pussy, it doesn’t take much for him to want more,” Isabelle said.

  “Yeah, but he’ll find it with someone else.”

  “Well,” Isabelle gave me a delicate look, “wasn’t that the plan all along anyway? You were going to take his v-card, so he could find a woman.”

  “Yes, it was the plan – is the plan – but I just…” I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t know. I had plans to give him a blow job, teach him how to fuck in a few different positions, that sort of thing. I’m really disappointed that it’ll be some other woman teaching him those things now.”

  “Why?” Isabelle asked bluntly.

  “Well, because he’s my friend and I -”

  “I smell such bullshit,” Isabelle sang out. “Never bullshit a bullshitter, Mia. You know better than that.”

>   “Fine,” I glowered at her. “I wanted to teach him those things because being with him was fun and surprisingly sexy and… I felt like a goddess when I was in bed with him.”

  “And he has a really big dick,” Isabelle said.

  “And he has a really big dick,” I echoed

  I drank some more wine before studying Isabelle. “You know what the worse part is? I’ve ruined my friendship with him. It’s been four days and I haven’t heard a single word from him.”

  “He’s probably working,” Isabelle said.

  “He is. I saw him at the scene of a car accident yesterday.”

  “You didn’t talk?”

  “No, I was working and so was he. Plus, Matt was with me and there were other firefighters around. It wasn’t exactly the time to try and apologize again, you know?”

  “Have you texted him?”

  “After he left, I tried calling him. When he didn’t answer, I sent a text saying I was sorry again,” I said. “He read it but didn’t reply.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah.” I stared morosely at my wine glass. “I feel awful, Isabelle. And now I have two days off and all I’m going to do is sit around moping and feeling sorry for myself, and wishing I’d just kept my damn mouth shut about -”

  My door buzzed, and Isabelle said, “Are you expecting someone?”

  “No.” I walked into the hallway and pushed the button. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Mia. It’s Elijah.”

  My eyes widened, and I hesitated before pushing the button again. “Hi. Um, c’mon up.”

  I buzzed the lobby door open before returning to the kitchen. “It’s Elijah.”

  “Really?” Isabelle said. “That’s great! Okay, I’m gonna get out of here.”

  “You don’t have to leave,” I said. “He probably just…”

  Isabelle was already putting on her jacket. “Text me tomorrow and let me know how it goes.”

  I walked her to the door, and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Good luck, Mia.”

  She opened the door, smiling at Elijah who was just about to knock. “Hey, Elijah.”

  “Hi, Isabelle. I’m sorry, I can come back. I didn’t mean to -”