My Filthy Fireman (A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance)

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by Mia Madison


  I can't accept that. There was something between us. I don't care about his age. In fact the more I compare him to boys my age the more I want him.

  I send him a text. “Burning here. Rescue me.”

  I don't know if he gets the text. Maybe he can't respond when he's on duty but it takes him six long hours to text back and his messages says nothing more than, “Talk to you soon.”

  Talking! It's not talking I want. Last time a guy wanted to talk to me was Jed. I don't like the sound of that at all.

  So I change tactics. I see his car outside the house the next day and I lie out in the back yard in my skimpiest bikini with Bon Jovi on—not as loud as it was the last time but loud enough so he'll notice me.

  I know he's seen me. I saw him at the window but he doesn't come over. He sends me another text though. “I'm dead beat. Honestly, we'll talk. No need to torture me with your bikini x.”

  Has he rescued some other woman and fallen for her or is he just cooling off? I hate this. I never cared about any of the guys at school and whether they liked me or not until Jed. I never got involved in the drama about who was going out with who or who had a date with Ricky on the football squad any particular weekend. Ricky could go fuck himself as far as I was concerned. I thought I loved Jed but I never lusted after him like this and I don't think I ever would even if we had slept together.

  I'm running out of options though. I call Holly.

  “Have you got a spare key to the house,” she says. “Wait for him at home.”

  “I couldn't do that. He might think I'm breaking in and knock me out before he sees who it is. But we don't have a key to their place anyway. My family are useless as spare key holders. They are never in.”

  “What about his back yard? Does he spend any time out there?”

  “Not when I'm outside. Oh...but you just gave me an idea.”

  “What?”

  “Never mind. I'll let you know if it works.”

  It has to work. It just has to.

  And that's how I find myself totally naked in Luke's back yard the next evening when my parents are at a work function together.

  ***

  My state of undress is not as bad as it sounds. There's a hot tub next door and I'm in it waiting for Luke to get back from the gym. I saw him go out with his bag. I just hope he comes home alone. If he has one of his friends with him I'll have some explaining to do. Not that I won't have explaining to do anyway. A lot of explaining. But I don't care at this point.

  When he's at work, I keep catching myself watching the local news, keeping an eye out for major fires breaking out, hoping he gets home safely. And when there's nothing in the news, I wonder if he's doing boring stuff at the fire station, washing the truck or whatever they do when there are no fires to put out, wrecks to untangle or kitties to rescue from trees. Do they even do that for cats? I must ask him some time but I hope I'll have other more interesting things to keep him occupied with tonight. At least I know he won't be in any danger at the gym.

  The skin on the ends of my fingers is crinkling up with the water now though and suddenly I realize this is a BAD PLAN. My worst plan ever. What if he brings some woman home from the gym and I'm here naked in his hot tub? I'm so stupid. I'm just about to grab my towel ready to get out when he comes around the corner from the garage.

  “What the fuck, Olivia? What are you doing there?”

  “Waiting for you. What does it look like?”

  “You're crazy.”

  “I know. But good crazy or bad crazy?”

  “Jeez, Olivia. You’re naked. Fucking crazy, crazy.”

  “You were ages. I'm turning into a prune.”

  “I didn't know you'd be immersing yourself in water in my back yard otherwise I might have got home quicker instead of going by the store to pick up a few things. Let me get that for you.”

  He hands me the towel. I know he’s not annoyed. Not judging by the reaction in his jeans. And at least he's talking to me.

  He indicates the grocery bags. “I was going to invite you over for dinner tomorrow. I have another day off duty. But now that you're already here, are you hungry?”

  “I could eat a horse.”

  Now that he's talking to me my appetite seems to have magically returned. I haven't been hungry since the picnic. Except for chocolate. I've been inhaling that like it was calorie free and going out of fashion.

  “I didn't pick up any horse but I could whip you up a pizza now and something classier tomorrow or you could hang out for something classier now.”

  “Pizza now, classy tomorrow.” Yay! I'm seeing him twice in a row. Maybe I didn't need my over the top stunt in his back yard but I got his attention. And I'm seeing him tonight not tomorrow. I call that a victory. Maybe he wouldn't have called me. I don't know but he seems sincere.

  “Is that all the clothes you have with you?” He points to my bikini lying by the hot tub after wrapping me in the towel.

  “Yes, I didn't plan on dressing for dinner.”

  “Go and make yourself respectable while I cook then.”

  “Are you sure you want me respectable?”

  “Not really but I don't want you catching your death either.”

  “It's a warm night…”

  “Do you ever do anything you're told?”

  “Are you going to make me?”

  “Don't tempt me. Just go...” He whacks me on the bottom, which I find surprisingly hot and I take my bikini from his hands and put it on. He kisses me, a long lingering kiss, removing any shadow of doubt that he might be mad at me, his thumbs running over my hard nipples, making my breath hitch and he sends me on my way with a “don't be long.”

  It takes me no time to put on my cutest dress. I want to wear a dress for him, just not my mother's. I want him to tell me to take it off. It was lying at the back of my closet, but it's short and fun and red for danger and I've got red sandals too.

  I think about staying naked under it but I think it will be more fun to have him peel my clothes off one item at a time, so I wear the little funky boy shorts and bra set I know he likes. And I take my hair out of the tie I used to keep it out of the water in the tub.

  His eyes light up when I get back and he kisses me on the neck. “Gorgeous. Nice dress.”

  “You like it?”

  “I like it. That's not your mother's, for sure.”

  “No. This one is all mine...or all yours.”

  “Really?”

  I nod. I feel suddenly shy with him. I have been pushing myself at him so hard. I've never done that before and now I feel like I let him think I have more experience than I do. He probably doesn't expect a virgin appearing naked in his back yard. Oh fuck. What have I done? He's going to expect all kinds of things from me. But what?

  “What's the matter? Changed your mind about pizza? You want something else?” He smiles.

  “No, not that. I just got nervous.”

  “Nervous. You?” He looks at me. “Okay, you're nervous. I can see that. I'm not really surprised. This whole thing scares the fuck out of me. But let's go with it. See where it takes us. If you want to stop at pizza just say the word. We may as well eat anyway.”

  I help him set the table and toss the salad and then we are sitting there eating pizza like we did this every night.

  “What happened this week then? Did you have second thoughts?” I ask.

  “And third and fourth thoughts. The guys at the station asked me what I was doing in Oak Ridge and I told a couple of them about you. They warned me you'll go off with someone nearer your own age sooner or later.”

  “I won't. The guys my age are just stupid.”

  “They can't all be stupid and the ones who are will grow up.”

  I ignore him. I can't imagine any of those boys turning into a guy like Luke even if they had fire fighter training. “I didn't think guys talked to each other about anything much.”

  “We look out for each other at the station. It’s like a family. They know
everything about me. That comes with bunking in with them four days out of eight when we're on duty. I went through the mill with my wife when she left and they know that. So I've had them going on at me, pulling my leg about you, but sometimes more serious, and then I've had my own brain working overtime about your parents and all. Where are they tonight by the way?”

  “They're at a work function. Where else? It's all they seem to do.”

  “I still think it's a bad idea sneaking around behind their backs...but I don't know...if we want to give this a chance we might have to even though I hate the whole idea of being so secretive. I want to show you off. Let the world know you're mine. If you are, that is?” He looks at me as if there's any question of it and I lean over and kiss him in answer.

  He continues. “We have to tell them sometime anyway. Let's say a month from now. We tell them no matter what. It's the only way I can square it with my conscience.”

  I can't see it being any different in a month. I'll still feel the same way about Luke. My parents will still be jerks about it, but I say, “If that's what you want, okay.”

  “Maybe we shouldn't get too serious until they know. We could just hang out and get to know each other,” he says.

  “Are you kidding me? I'll combust.” I can't just hang out with him for a month.

  “I know a good fireman who can put that fire out.”

  “The one I know will only make this kind of fire worse if he gets anywhere near it.”

  He grins at me.

  “Maybe I'll just have to be the bad guy for once then. I was never a teenage rebel. I was studying and training too hard to get in the fire service.”

  “I'd be the same if I was studying for what I want to do.” Although from where I'm sitting the only thing I want to study right now is him.

  He looks at me. I've had a quarter of the pizza and I've stopped eating. “Have you had enough of that?”

  “For now, yes. I have other things on my mind that are taking away all thoughts of pizza.”

  “What would they be, those other things?”

  “Clearing the table. Washing up.” For some reason we both find that hysterical.

  “Right then. But I think you should take your beautiful dress off and leave it here by the table. You don't want to get it wet...”

  CHAPTER 12

  Luke

  Just as well I lowered the shades before we started on the pizza. I thought that just made the kitchen seems less clinical. Now they have an altogether different purpose. Olivia gets up from the table and comes over to me and puts her arms in the air. I lift the hem of her dress up over her bottom and then I stand up pulling it over her head and arms. My cock lurches in my pants. She's so beautiful standing in her bra and panties in my kitchen with the red sandals on her feet.

  I kiss her slowly as if we have all the time in the world.

  “Now get your butt over to the sink, wench,” I joke, giving her a little slap on the ass and when she gets there I stand right behind her, the curves of her body against me as she bends over the sink, running the hot water into the bowl and adding the suds.

  In truth, there's not much to wash up from a couple of ready-made pizzas and salad but I am all for standing like this at the sink with her. Her body pressing back against mine is delicious torture.

  As she occupies herself with the dishes, I nuzzle her neck and my hands move as if of their own accord, touching her everywhere. Her nipples harden under my caresses. Her panties are soaked when I run my fingers over her mound and slip them inside. I could take her there and fuck her hard and long over the sink, but I want her in my bed the first time I take her. Where she belongs.

  Fuck! I can't stand this sneaking around for a month. I care about her. That's not going to change any time soon. We might as well face the music and get it over with so we can just be together all the time.

  But why am I thinking about her parents now, with my fingers deep inside her and her squirming and moaning around them? I'll deal with it all tomorrow. Just now it's only her and me. And there's fuck all dish washing getting done tonight.

  “I think we should leave these last ones to soak,” I whisper in her ear. “Soaking is a good thing.” I run my fingers over her slit.

  “Yes, soaking,” she says and leaves the dishes in the sink, turning to face me. I pull down the front of her bra. Her breasts pop out with their beautiful nipples ripe for sucking like plump red berries. I can't resist. I lick and suck at her nipples, massaging her breasts as she stands there, her legs weakening.

  “I didn't wipe the table,” she says looking at the crumbs we left, in desperation, I think, to focus on something, anything other than the intensity of what is happening here.

  “Fuck, the table,” I say. “Just leave it.”

  But she gets the cloth and wrings it out and somehow I've never seen anything more erotic than her wiping the table with her boobs peeking out of her bra. And I can't help completing the picture by pulling her panties down around her thighs.

  “Are you going to disobey me on everything?” I whisper in her ear. “Because I might need to do something about that.”

  She giggles and I whack her bottom because she seemed to like it the last time and she has such a perfect ass. Then, my cock jumps because she bends deliberately over the wet table and presents her beautiful bottom high in the air, especially high because of her long legs and the height of her shoes.

  She looks back at me and grins. “Actually I think I haven’t been a good girl at all lately the way I’ve been trying to get your attention.”

  “Not good at all,” I agree. “A bad girl in the best possible way you could be.” She laughs.

  CHAPTER 13

  Olivia

  Holy cow! If I can't believe that I let him find me naked in his hot tub, bending over the table is a step beyond even that. Yet the seeds were sown from the first time he told me off like a wayward child just before I puked a very adult fruity drink over his pants on the night of the fire.

  One whack on my behind in his back yard earlier was hot but this? Shit it's hotter than hot. My buttocks are burning, and I'm sliding against the still wet kitchen table but every time he hits me, he caresses the sting away and runs his fingers between my legs and I want more. I don't want him to stop.

  “Enough,” he says. “Or I'm not going to be able to hold back from taking you here. I want you in my bed right now.”

  I love those words. And he lifts me, but not like a fireman over his shoulder, in his arms with my hands around his neck, and he plants me on his bed. My bottom is glowing but it’s not pain. It's a kind of stinging burning heat that makes the whole of my lower body alive. In fact, the whole of me is alive with sensation, and with the thought of what's about to happen. It's already good and we have so far to go.

  I kick off my sandals and Luke unhooks my bra and pulls it off and nuzzles his face between my breasts as if he worships them. And then he pulls my panties fully off and I'm naked for him. He opens my thighs and kisses me there on my mound just once, almost chastely.

  “Let me look at you,” he say, “while I undress,” and he pulls his T-shirt over his head and unzips his jeans. He pulls them and his underwear down in one shot. Hell, he's magnificent. I haven't seen any totally naked male bodies but his body is to die for. There's no comparison. I just know it. I always did somehow. He is all man. Not a hint of boy there. Strength and taut muscled perfection—everywhere.

  “Did no one tell you it's rude to stare?” He's laughing. I must be gawking at him, at his chest, at his abs, and yes, at his cock, but I can tell he likes my reaction to him naked.

  “Depends why you're staring in my book. When I find something I want to draw then there's nothing wrong with staring.”

  “Any time I'm naked I can guarantee it won't be because I want you to draw me. I have something else in mind. And it's nothing like drawing.”

  “What would that be then?” I’m teasing but I’m suddenly nervous about the size of
him, trying to take my mind off it.

  “This.”

  And he's right there between my legs and I know I should be on top of this kind of thing better than I am but he grabs a condom from the night stand drawer and I'm fascinated as he rolls that thing on because I've never seen that done. I never thought to talk with him about this but I'm pleased he's taking care of it. It feels like he's taking care of me without me having to ask.

  He enters me slowly and surely, sinking into me, stretching me wide around him, but so carefully it’s as if he knows it's my first time, though I'm sure he doesn't. I squeal a little and he looks at me questioningly but he doesn't ask. No matter how big he is, somehow I trust him not to hurt me to much.

  I expect he thinks I'm squealing because of his size but he glides in smoothly enough I'm so wet and then it doesn't matter at all that it's my first time, the initial shock and slight sting are over and he's deep inside me where I want him to be, where it feels so good. It's like we are made to fit each other, he's so deep in me, filling me right up.

  “Oh Olivia, so fucking tight,” he murmurs as if I'm not meant to hear how good I feel to him but I love hearing it.

  And then he slides out and in again and that second time is even better and it’s even more so with the third and fourth and fifth time, each time harder and deeper than the last. He goes faster now he can see I'm used to his size, and our bodies ram together, over and over, my hips rising to meet him, my thighs tight against his, skin against skin. He varies the angle as he takes me as if from a desperate raw need to make contact with every sensitive part of me inside and out until I can’t take any more pleasure.

  I have made myself come many times but I’ve never let myself go with anyone else. It was always all about them, whatever happened, but I can see Luke straining to hold back with muttered obscenities, grunting with each deep and powerful thrust, while he takes care of me and puts me first.

 

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