The Firefighter (The Working Men Series Book 7)

by Ramona Gray

  “Nope, it’s all good. I was just leaving. Bye!”

  She left, and Elijah stood awkwardly in the hallway for a minute before I gave him a tentative smile. “Come in.”

  “Thanks.” He took his boots off and followed me into the kitchen.

  “Do you want some wine?”

  He shook his head, his big body looking tense and uncomfortable. Before he could say anything, I said, “Elijah, I’m really very sorry. I shouldn’t have pried into your personal business.”

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was being a sensitive jackass and it was a real dick move to ignore you for the last four days.”

  “That’s okay,” I said. “I’m just glad we’re still friends.”

  He didn’t reply, and I cursed inwardly. “I mean, are we still friends?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  I wanted to ask him if he meant that, but I also didn’t want to look pathetically eager. Instead, I said, “So, uh, what are you up to tonight?”

  He shrugged. “Not much. Just finished my shift. I’m off for a couple of days.”

  “Me too,” I said. “Do you wanna watch a movie with me tonight?”

  He hesitated, and my heart sunk.

  “Sure,” he finally said.

  “You don’t have to,” I said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  “No, I want to watch a movie with you.” His gaze landed on my tits and then bounced away. “A movie would be nice.”

  His body was still tense but when he took another quick glance at my chest, I realized how stupid I was. Elijah had come here not just to apologize but because he wanted more sex. Weirdly, instead of being offended, I was excited and more than a little turned on. He still wanted me. He could have gone out to find another woman, but he’d come to me.

  He was too shy to come right out and ask for more lessons and although I’d always been on the shy and timid side myself, something about Elijah made me want to be bold. Or… maybe I just really wanted another taste of his giant dick.

  I took a deep breath and moved across the kitchen to stand in front of him. His hard and deliciously muscular body was trembling minutely, and another wave of lust washed over me. His obvious need for me only made my need for him stronger and sweeter.

  “Elijah?”

  “Yeah?” He lifted his gaze to mine and I gave him a slow and seductive smile. His nostrils flared, and the muscle in his jaw started ticking when I put my arms around him and pressed my body against his.

  “We could watch a movie, or we could go to my bedroom and have another…lesson.”

  Surprise flickered across his face. “You want to give me another lesson?”

  “Yes. If that’s what you want.” I pressed my pelvis against that growing bulge in his jeans, knowing damn well that was what he wanted.

  “I – I thought it was just one lesson,” he said.

  “Did you?” I tilted my head at him. “How strange. There’s still so much I can teach you. If you’re interested?”

  “I don’t want you doing something you’re not really into,” he said.

  I shook my head. “Believe me, I’m into it. We have a choice to make. We can find a movie and watch it while we make small talk and pretend that you’re not checking out my tits and I’m not checking out your dick. Or, we can spend the next two days in my bed fucking each other repeatedly.

  “Fucking,” he said immediately.

  “Excellent choice.” I took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. When we got to the bedroom, I tugged Elijah’s shirt over his head and gave his naked chest an appreciative look. “You have an incredible body.”

  “Thank you.” He leaned down to kiss me, and I pressed myself against his warm, hard body as we kissed with growing urgency. When he slid his tongue into my mouth, I sucked hard on it and his pelvis bucked against mine, almost knocking me over.

  I giggled as he grabbed my hips to steady me. “Have you missed me?”

  “Yes,” he said. “So much, Mia.”

  I blinked up at him, the affection in his voice taking me off-guard. He was giving me a weirdly tender look that sent shivers of awareness up my spine. Had any man ever looked at me like that before? I didn’t think so.

  Before I could think too much about what it meant, Elijah was pulling my shirt over my head. He stared hungrily at my breasts before leaning down and pressing a kiss against my collarbone. His big, warm hands slid up my back to my bra and I grinned at him. “Time to learn how to undo a -”

  My bra loosened, and I gave Elijah a surprised look. “That was pretty good. Do you practice at home on some weird and totally creepy mannequin?”

  He laughed and shook his head. “Just really nimble fingers.”

  “Well,” I shimmied out of my bra and let it fall to the floor before reaching for the button on his jeans, “let’s see what else those nimble fingers can do. Shall we?”

  I unbuttoned his jeans. His hands were already cupping my breasts and those nimble fingers were teasing my nipples into hard buds. I shoved his pants and underwear down his legs. He stepped out of them and I giggled and tugged his hands away. “Socks off, buddy.”

  He yanked his socks off before reaching out and cupping my hips. He pulled me up against him and we kissed again. His chest had a light layer of dark hair, and I stood on my tiptoes and rubbed my sensitive nipples against the rough hair, moaning into his mouth.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Mia,” he whispered.

  “You are too,” I said. “Help me take my pants off.”

  He immediately yanked my yoga pants down, dragging my panties with them. He inhaled sharply at the sight of my pussy as I kicked my pants and underwear off. I stood naked in front of him, glorying in the look of utter enthrallment on his face as he stared at me.

  “Do you want to touch my pussy, honey?”

  “Fuck, yes,” he said.

  My soft giggle died out when he pulled me up against him with one arm around my waist. His free hand was already reaching between my legs, and when he cupped my pussy and rubbed his rough fingers against my clit, I grabbed onto his shoulders and arched my back.

  His head dropped down and he kissed my neck before licking his way to my earlobe. He sucked on my lobe, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as his fingers rubbed small circles over my clit. Already, there was a noticeable difference in how he touched me. His earlier tentativeness was gone, and I shivered again when he slid one finger deep inside of me and made a low growl.

  “I love how wet you are, baby.”

  I spread my legs, giving him a wordless look of need as he angled his hand so his thumb could brush against my clit while he finger fucked me. God, he was learning so damn fast. I rocked back and forth against his hand, surprising both myself and him when my climax washed over me.

  My legs trembling violently, I leaned against him, trusting him to hold me up as I rocked harder against his hand. The pleasure flooded through my entire body, making my nipples rock hard and my pussy quiver around his finger.

  “Feel good, baby?” His voice was a low rasp in my ear.

  “Yes,” I muttered. “Shit, that was unexpected.”

  He smiled at me as I stared up at him. “I’ve never cum that fast before.”

  “Glad I could be here to see it.”

  He gently slid his finger out of my pussy, and I kissed his broad chest. “Lie on your back on the bed.”

  He did what I asked, and I quickly straddled him, smiling down at him when he gave me an eager look of desire. “I was thinking I’d be on top this time. What do you think?”

  “I think that’s a great idea.” His hands cupped my tits and I arched into his touch, giving him a slow smile.

  “Ready, handsome?”

  “So ready. You’re all I’ve thought about for the last four days, Mia. Your beautiful smile and perfect body.”

  I ignored the tingle of unease that went down my spine at his words and braced my hands on his chest before lifting my
self up a little. “Put your dick in me, Elijah. Right now.”

  He reached down and after a moment of fumbling, guided his dick into my pussy. He automatically cupped my hips, helping me as I slowly sunk down over his dick. Like before, his thickness stretched my inner walls to the limit, and I took a deep breath, trying to adjust to his width as I sheathed him entirely.

  “Okay?” He asked.

  I nodded, a little breathless already. “Yeah. You’re just so fucking thick. It feels really good though.”

  I stayed still, studying his face as his big hands slipped around me to cup my ass. He kneaded it gently, and even though I could see the need on his face, he didn’t move.

  “You know,” I said, “for someone who’s having sex for only the second time, you have a lot of self-control.”

  “I want to please you,” he gritted out. “I want you to cum this time when we’re…oh Jesus, Mia!”

  I had made a slow thrust on his cock and I grinned at the look on his face. “I’m more than up to the idea of cumming on your cock, big guy.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Maybe you should stop talking like that.”

  I laughed and leaned over him, letting my tits brush against his chest. “You don’t like the dirty talk? Or you don’t like the idea of my pussy cumming on your dick?”

  He made two uncontrollable thrusts, his hands digging into my ass. “Mia! Are you trying to kill me?”

  “Of course not.” I traced my fingers over the hard line of his jaw before leaning back a little and pinching his flat nipple. “A little teasing never killed anyone.”

  “Mia,” he moaned. One hand left my ass to cup the back of my skull when I sucked on his flat nipple. “Oh fuck, Mia. Please.”

  I straightened and braced my hands on his chest. “Do you want me to fuck you now, Elijah?”

  “Yes.” He was already making small thrusts against me and I moved up and down, matching his rhythm.

  His cock felt so good. I shifted my hips a little, switching up the angle, and moaned happily when the new position brought new pleasure.

  “Oh God,” I muttered. “That’s the spot.”

  We moved faster, my desire to tempt and tease gone under my overwhelming need to cum. I moved harder and faster, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room as Elijah met each of my strokes. He gripped my hip with one strong hand, the other one reaching up to tease my tits.

  “Fuck, yes. Just like that,” I moaned. My orgasm was fast approaching and as I teetered on the precipice of my climax, I reached down and rubbed furiously at my clit.

  “Fuck!” I screamed as my back arched and I came hard on Elijah’s cock. He echoed my cry, his big body arching up as his fingers dug into my hips with brutal intensity. Fresh new wetness flooded my pussy and I ground myself against his cock, my nails scratching across his chest as the pleasure went on and on.

  He was gasping and moaning my name and when I collapsed on his broad chest, he lifted one shaking hand and cupped my skull, holding me against him.

  “Oh my God,” he whispered. “That was even better than the first time.”

  I made a tired little giggle and nuzzled his chest. “Glad you liked it.”

  “It was incredible. The way your pussy squeezed when you were cumming. Holy shit…” He sounded completely awestruck and I lifted my head to grin at him.

  “You’re welcome.”

  He laughed as I let my head clunk back down to his chest. “I want you to cum on my dick every time we fuck. All right?”

  “Sure,” I said before yawning. “S’no problem.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Should I go?”

  I slid off of him, my bones like jelly, and curled up on my side. “Spoon me, please.”

  He did what I asked, pulling the covers up over us and pressing his warm body along my spine and ass. He cupped my breast before moving his hand down to my hip.

  I moved it back to my breast, squeezing his hand lightly. “If you leave, how will we fuck again after we nap?”

  He kissed the back of my shoulder. “I guess I’d better stay then.”

  “Guess so,” I said.

  Chapter Nine

  Elijah

  “Hey, Mia?”

  “Hmm?” She lifted the spoon to her lips and tasted the chicken soup before adding a bit more seasoning.

  “I don’t have to stay the entire two days if you have other things to do. You can just call me when you’re ready to have sex and I’ll come over.”

  She turned and frowned at me. “Don’t be silly. I’m having a good time, aren’t you?”

  “The best time,” I said, “but I don’t want to intrude on your personal space.”

  “You’re not.” She stirred the soup again. “Besides, with you here, it gives me the excuse to cook. I love cooking but when it’s just me, it feels like a bit of a waste.”

  “The soup smells delicious.” I stared at her ass as she bent and checked the biscuits in the oven.

  “Thanks. It’s actually Nana’s recipe, but I did add a few changes to make it my own.” She turned and caught me staring at her ass.

  I blushed, but she just grinned and wiggled her ass at me. “Like what you see, big guy?”

  “Very much. Can I help you with lunch?”

  “Nope. Sit right there and relax,” she said. “I know some people like help, but I prefer to be the only cook in the kitchen.”

  I leaned back in the kitchen chair and…well…ogled Mia shamelessly as she set the table and checked the biscuits again. Last night was amazing. After our nap, we’d had sex again. Mia was more than willing to let me be on top again and having her cum on my dick was just as incredible the second time.

  She’d made a quick supper for us and we’d watched TV for a little while before she invited me to spend the night. I could tell she was tired, but she’d insisted we have sex again. I should have said no, but resisting Mia was impossible. I thought after having sex a few times, my obsession with it would ease, but it had only increased.

  Still… I watched as Mia sat down across from me and winced. Guilt flooded through me. She was sore and that was my fault. I’d been too rough with her. She was up and showered and downstairs before I’d even woken up this morning, and I wondered if it was a self-preservation thing for her. Get out of bed before the stupidly horny guy started groping her again.

  “Mia?”

  “Yeah?” She smiled at me.

  “Am I being too rough?”

  “No, why?” She replied.

  “You’re in pain,” I said.

  “I’m not.”

  I gave her my own scowl and she sighed. “Fine, I’m a little sore but it has nothing to do with how rough you are. You’re not rough, Elijah. It’s just been a while for me, and we’ve had sex three times in the last twenty-four hours, and you have a big dick. I’ve got some muscle ache, that’s all.”

  “I could run you a bath after lunch,” I said.

  She grinned at me. “That’s very sweet of you, but I’ll be fine.”

  “Maybe we should give it a couple of days before we have sex again,” I said.

  Are you crazy? Shut up! We just started having sex and now you want to cut us off?

  “No,” she said. “Absolutely not. I promised to teach you sex stuff and I’m gonna. I mean, maybe we won’t be banging after lunch or anything, but there are other things I can show you.”

  Was it wrong that I immediately hoped she meant letting me eat her pussy? I’d been dreaming for a year about tasting Mia, about hearing her soft cries as I tongued her wet clit, and to think that it might actually come true, made me feel a little crazy with need.

  She stood and shut off the burner. She brought over the pot of soup, set it on the hot pads in the middle of the table and carefully ladled soup into both our bowls. As she took out the biscuits from the oven and set them in a basket next to the soup, I tried to concentrate on how good lunch looked and smelled, rather than how I might be fulfilling a year-long fantasy th
is afternoon.

  “You okay?” She sat next to me and gave me a curious look.

  “Yes, why?”

  “You have a weird look on your face.”

  “I’m fine,” I repeated.

  She crinkled her nose at me – shit, she was so fucking adorable – and said, “You don’t have to hide things from me, Elijah. We’re friends and friends share stuff. Right?”

  “I want to eat you out,” I blurted. “Shit. I mean…that was rude.”

  She was giggling like crazy and some of my embarrassment eased when she said, “I want that too. But how about you taste my soup first and then you can taste my pussy. Deal?”

  “Deal,” I said.

  * * *

  “You’re so beautiful, Mia.” I cupped her breast and pressed a kiss against her collarbone.

  She smiled and stroked my hair. “Man, you’re good for my ego.”

  “I mean it,” I said earnestly. “You’re beautiful and perfect and I can’t get enough of you.” I frowned at the look that crossed her face. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she said. “But I’m not perfect. No one is.”

  I just shrugged before dipping my head and tracing along her collarbone with my tongue. I didn’t care what she said, Mia was perfect and being in her bed was something I would never grow tired of.

  Yeah, well, it’s not gonna last, so don’t get used to it.

  I ignored the stray thought and concentrated on Mia. I sucked on her nipple, tracing it with my tongue as my hand gently kneaded her other breast. When she was making the soft noises and moans that never failed to make me horny as hell, I raised my head and smiled at her. “I love your breasts.”

  She laughed and gently poked me on the top of my head. “I’m glad. Now, wander on down the bed and discover how much you love my pussy, would you?”

  I tried to hide my excitement as I kissed my way down Mia’s body, over the gentle curve of her belly and across her smooth thighs. I deliberately avoided the dark curls at the top of her mound before sliding down the bed. Mia spread her legs apart and I moved my body between them. My wide shoulders nudged at her thighs and she smiled softly before letting her legs drop open farther.