by Anh Leod
She nuzzled his nude chest for a moment. “Never apologize for passion. It was seriously hot.”
“Yeah?” He scratched his chin.
“We’re going to do this again real soon, okay?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
She flicked one of his nipples. “I’ll call you.”
“Great. We can, ummm, do dinner?” She raised a perfect eyebrow, as if sensing he wasn’t completely willing to pursue anything with her. And maybe he wasn’t. Fucking Olivia Bilson was one thing, but dating her? He doubted she was looking for that from him. “Or a booty call?”
She raised the other eyebrow.
He shrugged as the banging intensified. “I’ll think of something.” After making sure they were both somewhat covered, he went and unlocked the door.
Somebody sniffed at the air then his buddy, Duke, grinned at him, though he was careful not to look at Olivia. Smokie realized the air was loaded with the scent of sex. The last thing he did before following Olivia out of the room was open a window.
When he shut the door behind him, he heard the guffaws of his fellow firefighters. “Sorry about that,” he told Olivia.
She shrugged. “I asked for it. But in my defense, despite all these years of visiting my cousin here, surrounded by his hot coworkers, I never propositioned anyone until today.” She waved her fingers at him. “See you around, Smokie.”
He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, trying to look casual as her hips swung away from him. The best sex of his life and he couldn’t find the words to invite her back to his place for round two.
* * * * *
Olivia smoothed her tomato-red jersey dress, which was low cut enough to display the leather strap that was stretched between her breasts, and checked her appearance in the mirror. Since she wasn’t wearing panties, the material hugged her lower half like a second skin. A good thing, since she felt ready to jump out of her flesh. The arousal and excitement and strange new pain just killed her.
Sure, she’d intended her acrobatics with Smokie Monahan last week to be a one-time deal and he probably felt the same way. He was too young for her to consider him as more than a plaything, even if a mere glance at him at firehouse social functions these past two years had made her pussy cream in excitement. But then she’d stopped in at the Greek deli and restaurant at the edge of town yesterday. Shamsky, a volunteer firefighter and deli employee, hadn’t stopped smirking at her the entire time Asta, the owner, had been preparing her takeout order.
He knew. She could tell from the way he muttered to Asta as she’d left that she’d been a major source of gossip around the firehouse. Sure, she’d pretended she didn’t care what they were thinking when she left the breakroom that day, but she did. Men were worse than women about gossip.
Her mirror image looked a bit defeated, so she raised her head and stared straight at her reflection. She was taking her power back from men. Her hands crept to her breasts and she smiled.
The first step was to see if this thing with Smokie could be more than a one-time hook-up. So, last night, glass of white zin in hand, she’d called the firehouse and asked to speak to him then invited him over for dinner. No bachelor would resist a free meal, unless the woman who was inviting was thoroughly repulsive.
He’d said yes.
The doorbell rang and she widened her smile at the mirror, flashing her freshly whitened teeth. As she stepped into heels and walked down the steps, she rubbed her tense jaw with her fingers.
She hadn’t cooked for a man since her divorce eight months before. And her ex had always said she was a terrible cook.
Her smile had all but dropped off her face by the time she answered the door. Smokie stood on her porch, a tissue-wrapped bundle in hand.
His initial smile faded when he saw her expression. “Am I too early? I can come back later.”
She pasted her smile back on, which wasn’t hard to do at the sight of well over six feet of prime firefighter in front of her. God, he was hot. “No. Sorry. I was thinking of something else. Are those for me?”
Smokie held out a rainbow bouquet of wildflowers. “Yes. Thanks for inviting me.”
She took the flowers. “And thank you for coming. I’ll just get these in some water.”
Smokie, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that had molded to his chiseled torso, followed her down the hallway and through the swinging door into the kitchen. Woefully out of date, just like the rest of the house, but even with prices so low right now, this was the best she could afford with her divorce settlement.
“Hasn’t been updated since the early eighties, I’m afraid.” She gestured at the peeling burgundy-and-blue-swirled wallpaper. “I’ve focused most of my efforts on the outside, so far.”
If she centered her attention on him instead of the room, she could see they’d never get to dinner. Why was it that women felt the need to dress up, but men definitely looked best in the most casual of clothes? Those worn jeans were cupping him in all the right places. Firefighters prided themselves on the hard bodies they needed to do their jobs and save themselves from tricky situations. Smokie had trained himself into calendar-worthy condition. Even his short black hair looked ready for action. How could she ever have thought once with him was enough, even if the point had been to bandage her bruised ego?
Heat pooled in her belly. How would he respond if she jumped him, simply latched her legs around his waist and pulled him to the floor? Hey, that might be a good thing, given her cooking skills.
“Are you going to remodel inside too?” he asked, seemingly oblivious to the sexual drift of her thoughts. “The outside looks fantastic, like the house is brand new.”
“Thanks. I already started with the upstairs bathroom.” She raised her heels out of her high sandals to grab a crystal vase on a top shelf. The movement had the skin of her breasts going taut against the breast binders she wore. Her nipples hardened as the circular spikes bit deliciously into her tender skin. She held back a tiny moan.
“Here.” She felt his fingers taking the base of the vase and she released it to him.
“Thanks.” God, just the feeling of his calloused fingers against hers almost gave her an orgasm.
“Sure. Doing all the work yourself?”
“Not the plumbing, but I can manage painting and tiles and that kind of stuff. It’s kind of fun to get my hands dirty.” She turned around and found him closer than she’d expected.
“That’s sexy,” Smokie said, staring at her chest. “I like a woman who’s good with her hands.”
She blushed and held back the urge to rub against him. What was she, in heat? “Speaking of hands, I’d better check the chicken. Could you put water in that?”
“Of course.”
Behind her, she heard the faucet turn on as she opened the oven and stuck the thermometer into her five-pound bird. She’d basted it in butter and spices. Hopefully the recipe was foolproof.
Her menu included a bagged salad and pre-made garlic bread from the store. No ambition here, just a solid meal. And one firefighter for dessert.
As she closed the door, Smokie asked, “What are you smiling about?”
She licked her bottom lip. “The difference between the sexes.”
“Meaning what?”
She touched him lightly between the pecs. “I bet you didn’t think twice about what to wear tonight.”
“And you did?”
She plucked at the side of her dress. “I’ll have you know, I went on a special shopping trip for this.”
“You only invited me over last night.”
“Exactly. I’ve been in a tizzy all day and I’ll bet you’re only thinking about a free meal.”
“Not exactly. That’s not what I’ve been thinking about at all.” He put his hands around her sides, just under her breasts, slid them down to her waist, and lifted her until she was sitting on the cold edge of her double sink, the rounded metal divider between digging, not unpleasantly, between the globes of her ass.
“What did you assume I was thinking about?” Smokie asked, finding the hem of her dress and inching it north.
“Ummm, food?” she ventured, wanting to close her eyes, throw her head back, and sink into the sensations of his rough fingers brushing her legs.
His fingers found the tops of her calves, squeezed softly, then moved to her knees and pulled them apart so he could nestle between them. He pulled her closer, rubbing the sensitive insides of her ass cheeks along the cold metal.
She felt herself grow damp against the cold surface, but she was warm everywhere he touched her. His fingers were at her thighs now, still lifting the fabric.
“How long until the chicken is done?” he asked, pushing the vase safely to the side.
“Huh? Chicken?” He grinned, but she wasn’t sure why, lost as she was in his amber gaze. “You have too many clothes on. And you’re really tall.”
“All I have to do is unbutton and slide right into you,” he murmured, when his fingers found the bare top of her hip. “Naughty girl. No panties again.”
“I wanted to fuck you.”
He pulled back in what she could tell was involuntary surprise and was afraid she’d gone too far, but then he laughed. “I want to fuck you again too.”
She let out a breath. “Whew. That’s a relief.”
“What kind of bra are you wearing? I’ve been staring at it.” He pulled down the top of her dress, imprisoning her upper arms in the jersey. “Damn, girl, what’s that?”
She’d tightened the leather strap across her torso until her small breasts were plumped together. As he stared, she tilted one of the round disks, exposing the marks on her breasts.
He put his fingers to the top of one breast and stroked the pattern. “Show me your nipples.”
“I can’t, you’ve got my arms trapped.”
His answering grin was devilish. “Forgot about that. You are so sexy.” He bent and nibbled the curvy tops of her breasts. His teeth, along with the sensation of the spikes, had her creaming.
When he came up for air, he pulled down her dress so she could undo the strap of the binder. He moaned low in his throat when he saw how ripe her nipples were.
“You bought this for me?”
“You seemed to be really into my breasts. I’ve never even gotten my ears pierced, much less my nipples, but I thought this would feel good.”
“Does it?”
“I’ve been wet ever since I put it on, just before you got here,” she confessed.
“I like, and I’d like to unbutton and show you just how happy this makes me.” His voice was a wisp of sound against her ear.
She leaned forward, settling her lips against his mouth. One of his hands found her hair and tilted her into a kiss while her fingers fluttered down his chest, searching for his belt. When she found the raised surface of his belt buckle, she got the contraption open then unbuttoned his jeans.
“Your skin is so soft here,” she said, dusting her fingertips around the surface before teasing down the treasure trail. No resistance met her fingers. “Oh, you bad boy. Nothing but jeans here.”
His tongue explored inside her mouth and she could say nothing more as their lips moved together. She struggled to undo the buttons and push his jeans down his thighs. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a foil wrapper just as she freed his massive erection. His hands spread her legs apart before lifting her just enough to press the juncture of her thighs against his cock.
She pulled her mouth from his. “Patience, big boy.”
When she held the condom wrapper to his teeth, he tore it open and she put the condom to his already-damp cock head then rolled it over his shaft. He ripped off his shirt.
“Goody,” she said, finding his mouth again, tasting mint and man. His lips spread wide and she felt his chuckle.
“Do you like this dress very much?”
“This old rag?” she countered.
Before she knew what he was doing, he’d somehow ripped the neckline and split the jersey open in one smooth move.
He muttered something too low to hear and found one distended nipple with his mouth. The way he suckled had her writhing on the metal edge until she covered it with more cream. His fingers plucked at her other nipple.
She wriggled against him. “C’mon, Smokie, put your cock in me now.” If she could impale herself she would, but her feet were dangling above the floor. Even so, she tried to pull his hips closer. His smooth muscles flexed under her fingers.
She bit his shoulder. “Tease!”
He thrust against her thigh, not inside her as she wanted. “Just warming up.”
“Damn you!” Her fingers left his ass and tickled up the sides of his torso.
He twisted. “None of that.” His mouth left her breast and found her neck.
When she tossed her head back, he grabbed her hips and slammed home inside her in one fast motion.
Instantly, her body clenched around him and she fell apart, undulating helplessly. His strong grip kept her in place when her arms dropped from his body as she lost herself in orgasm.
When she came back to herself, her face was resting on his biceps. She thought she’d been drooling.
“That’s the first one,” he muttered and pulled out just enough to make her gasp before he moved deep.
She found her strength again and reached under his arms then locked her fingers around his shoulders, molding her body to his. Sweat glued them together and their scents comingled, creating a counterpoint to the surprisingly good dinner smells.
But she couldn’t get enough of him here. Her skin had been drowning in sensation from the breast binder before and now she needed more skin contact, more pressure, more cock. She widened her thighs in an attempt to take more of him. The edge of the sink dug into her thighs, creating an exquisite pain that sent her another level higher.
Helpless, her body let go again and she lost her grip on his shoulders as her pussy clenched around him, releasing even more of her cream. He changed his angle and lifted her body, pulling her against him as he thrust.
“Fuck me!” She rocked her hips against his, still in the throes of an intense orgasm.
“Second,” he said.
“I can’t come again. Blow your mind, Smokie. Fuck me like you want to.”
“Liar.”
She bit back a gasp when he pulled her away from the sink and turned, pressing her into the refrigerator. The vinyl let out a moan of protest as she crashed against it, the cool surface along her back making her shiver. The contrast between temperatures did things to her insides and she realized he was right. She had another orgasm in her.
Her hair tangled in the magnets high on the refrigerator when her head fell back. Smokie found her neck with his tongue and teeth, sucking and kissing until she knew she’d have marks the next day. She dug her fingers into his back and locked her legs around his waist. His cock never left her pussy. Her heels rocked against his taut ass. She pressed her knees toward the floor, trying to take more of him, devour the pleasure he offered. Her tender breasts were pressed so tightly against him that she could hardly breathe. The lack of oxygen made her even hotter.
Just when she thought she could hold on no longer, he jerked hard inside her and his knees buckled. As she felt his release, her body followed his as if their pleasure was linked. Her pussy spasmed repeatedly and she slid down the refrigerator until they both landed on the floor, him on his knees and her on her ass.
His lips met hers in another mind-blowing kiss. Magnets pinged on the floor as they fell around them and to the left a beeper sounded insistently.
“I guess we’re finished cooking,” Olivia said, pulling away and resting her head on his shoulder.
“Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” Smokie agreed.
Chapter Two
Smokie opened his car door for Olivia. She looked fantastic tonight, a deca
de younger than her true age, flashing slim legs under a yellow sundress patterned with crystals around the neckline. He wondered if she ever dressed down, even owned a pair of jeans, but her girly and romantic style sure appealed to him.
As they walked under a streetlight on the way to the Brotherhood’s restaurant, the light caught her crystals, making it seem as though she wore a necklace of stars. She had on no other jewelry, he noted, not even at her ears.
He grabbed her hand, pulled her toward him in a dance-style twirl that made her laugh then wrapped his arms around her.
“Feeling frisky?”
He blew into her right ear then licked his way to her downy-soft earlobe and sucked gently on it. The way she wriggled made his cock hard. “Always, where you’re concerned.”
She shook her head and pulled away. “It’s just a fling, Smokie.”
He turned her. “Don’t you want me showing you how excited you make me?”
“Of course, just don’t use words like always. I know what this is.”
“No one is saying how long it’s going to last.”
She nodded, bit her lip. “Right. Let’s live in the moment.”
“I wasn’t doing anything else, despite my choice of words. I can’t help having a crush on you ever since I sprouted my first pubic hair.”
The streetlight gleamed against her white teeth as she laughed.
He was glad the moment had lightened. He ushered her into the restaurant, which served the community, not just his pack, though it was closed each full moon for their private parties. The Brotherhood, unlike the nearby Legion pack, could change at any time, but that didn’t stop them from honoring their ancient ways with a full-moon ceremony and pack run.
Olivia’s chest rose and fell as they seated themselves at a two-top behind a large ficus tree. He couldn’t help noticing her nipples were hard.
“It smells amazing in here. I’ve eaten their takeaway numerous times, but never sat down.”
“You won’t regret it.”
A pretty young cousin of Asta’s came and took their order for a meal of dolmades and lamb. For dessert, she suggested amygdalopita, a nut cake.