March Heat: A Firefighter Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Chase Jackson

  I stepped towards the car and paused, looking up at his face. He had done what no other man had done for me before, protecting me without a moment’s hesitation. I felt safe whenever Cruz was near. And not only did I appreciate him, but I felt incredibly aroused by him. I could feel the heat burning through onto my inner thighs from my already wet panties.

  I wanted him badly.

  To prove it, I leaned over to him and kissed him deeply on his lips before ducking to get into the car. I could tell that the gesture caught him completely off guard. But the good thing was that he didn’t object in the slightest.

  A few men near the restaurant entrance stared with jealousy, but a simple look their way from Cruz as he closed my door ensured they looked elsewhere. Evidently, they’d seen his display in the restaurant.

  Cruz swiftly got into the driver’s seat. He started the ignition and the powerful Mercedes engine kicked into life. The tires squealed as he put the car into drive and headed off from the restaurant.

  I put my hand on his thigh as he drove towards our hotel, and he settled his massive hand over mine.

  “Thank you,” I said, my voice husky with arousal.

  “You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to keep you safe.” He paused, taking a deep to look into my eyes.

  “I want to thank you,” I said. “Once we get back to the hotel, I want to thank you properly.” My hand slid over his thigh, grabbing his already hard cock and squeezing it. I moved my hand up and down his shaft through his pants, increasing in speed as we neared the hotel.

  He moaned gently. “Careful, Lex. I gotta drive.”

  Sighing, I removed my hand.

  Cruz cleared his throat. “I didn’t say move your hand. Keep it right there. Just…be gentle.”

  A smile crept onto my lips, and I found myself turned on even more when he told me what to do. I was pretty sure I was so wet I’d soaked through my panties and onto my dress.

  “Whatever you say,” I whispered into his ear.

  He groaned again.

  The five-minute drive seemed agonizingly long, the anticipation of finally getting Cruz inside me seeming to distort time.

  Eventually we arrived back at the hotel. Cruz parked the car haphazardly and was out of the door in an instant. I saw him throw the car keys at an approaching valet.

  All of a sudden, my door was wrenched open and big, rough hands grabbed me around the waist, pulling me from the car. I ground my hips against his, my sense of shame forgotten as we stood there in front of the hotel.

  I stared deeply into his blue eyes for a second, the world around me forgotten for a wonderful moment.

  A mischievous glint lit up in his eyes. He smiled at me, and for the first time, his smile didn’t look menacing. Instead, he looked more handsome.

  Suddenly, he picked me up and put me on his shoulders before walking towards the front door of the hotel.

  I squealed in delight.

  Cruz

  I effortlessly picked Alexandra up and put her onto my shoulder, carrying her into the hotel in a fireman's carry. It was the only way I thought I could get her into the hotel without us fucking in the street or in the lobby.

  I wanted to at least get to the elevator…

  Incredulous eyes were on me as I carried Alexandra through the door and towards the elevator, her squeals attracting attention and a few raised eyebrows. But I didn’t give a fuck. In fact, I was enjoying myself.

  Plus, Alexandra’s commotion thankfully drew everyone's attention away from the massive erection clearly visible through my suit pants.

  There was an awkward exchange with the bellboy at the elevator, who didn’t know where to look.

  “Top floor,” I said, hoping the elevator would hurry the fuck up.

  Luckily, it did.

  The bellboy sensibly decided not to follow us in. Neither did the other guests who’d arrived behind me.

  The doors slid closed behind us, and I pressed the button for the top floor.

  I was still holding Alexandra over my shoulder. She had started squirming. “You can put me down now,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Whatever you say, miss.” I grabbed her under her arms and lowered her onto my chest, holding her so that her face was in front of mine. She draped her arms over my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my hips. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her close to me. Her dress had lifted, and I felt the warmth from her seeping through onto my cock.

  I kissed her gently on the lips, and she kissed me back passionately. Her tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet as I returned the kiss, passion increasing as she grabbed the back of my neck, caressing me with her hand. I ground her onto me, slowly and rhythmically.

  The smell of her was wonderful, a mixture of fresh sweat and the hormones that came with it, mixed with a musky perfume. I could barely control the strong desire I had to rip her clothes off.

  I heard the elevator ping behind me.

  Our lips still locked, I carried her through the corridor and into her suite.

  She took her face away from mine and stared at me, her big eyes locked onto mine. Her cheeks were flushed as she spoke.

  “You’re so strong,” she said, her voice deep with lust. “I want you to fuck me, Cruz. Now.”

  I carried her over to a large ornate desk, and swept it clean with one strong brush of my arm. A few items clattered to the floor. Something smashed, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  I placed her down on her butt onto the desk and opened her legs with my strong hands. She groaned with pleasure.

  I lifted her dress up over her hips, revealing her soaking wet, skimpy panties beneath. I could see the shape of her pussy, swollen with arousal.

  I lifted the dress farther, pausing to grab her breasts through the dress. Even my big hands couldn't encompass them completely. I squeezed them together, feeling her hard nipples on my palm as she groaned a second time.

  She tugged at the dress herself, pulling it over her head. I watched as her plump breasts bounced slightly after being released by the confines of her clothing. They were by far the nicest breasts I’d seen, full and round. Pert, with big nipples hard with desire.

  I grabbed them a second time, the feel of the soft flesh under my tough hands driving me into a sexual trance. Nothing else mattered.

  I slid my hands down her sides and hips, pausing to grab her ass, pushing her legs back as I pushed my cock into her again, teasing. She pushed back, and we ground against each other, rhythm increasing in pace, and we locked eyes.

  She was so beautiful. All I wanted to do was make her happy, the only way I knew how.

  I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them slowly down her legs, my eyes still on hers. I peeled them down past her knees and stepped back to pull them off completely, flinging them over my shoulder.

  She was completely naked, her legs open, sitting on the desk, staring at me. My gaze wandered down her body to her pussy. It was swollen and glistening with arousal. She ran her hand down her stomach, pushing two fingers into herself. Her eyes half closed, she moaned my name.

  I threw my suit off as quickly as I could, tearing the already ripped shirt off. Buttons and fabric ripped as I threw the clothes to the floor and stepped forward, unbuckling my belt, hands shaking with anticipation.

  “Let me,” Alexandra whispered, jumping off the desk and pushing my hands away. She got down onto her knees and looked up at me as she unfastened the belt. Then the zipper, and the button of my pants. I gasped with pleasure as she yanked them down in one deft movement.

  My dick sprung up as it was released by my boxer shorts, inches from her face. She was still looking up at me.

  “You’re a big boy,” she said, leaning forward. “Luckily for you, I’ve got wide hips. And a big mouth.”

  I groaned as she took me in her mouth, gently rocking forward and backwards, her tongue circling the end of my cock. Closing my eyes, put my hands gently on to the back of her head and got lost
in the sensation.

  “Fuck, Alexandra. You’re beautiful,” I murmured, looking down at her. I gently pulled myself out of her mouth and I lifted her up into my arms.

  Alexandra

  Cruz lifted me up again, his strength never ceasing to amaze. I caressed his chiseled chest, my fingers tracing the route of a faded scar that ran from his collar bone to his abs.

  He placed me back on the desk, and I felt one of his large hands at my thigh, the other grabbing one of my breasts.

  I moaned as he pushed two of his large and rough fingers into my pussy. Strong waves of pleasure flowed into my core as he increased the pace of his rhythmic pushing, his hand at my breast matching the rhythm with strong squeezes.

  He was standing in front of me, completely naked, and he was even hotter than I’d imagined in my fantasies. Ripped arms, biceps bulging. Big defined shoulders, chiseled abs. Large, strong legs. Big, hard cock inches from my pussy. I longed for him to fuck me.

  He obliged.

  His hands went to either of my legs as he pushed them apart and I felt myself open to him as he did so.

  He stepped forward, slowly pushing his cock into me. He entered me gently at first, teasing. I felt myself stretch, my tight pussy struggling to accommodate him. There a slight twinge of pain, mixed with the pleasure of a week-long fantasy come to life. I was turned on even more, and the pain faded. He pushed himself into me deeply, grunting with animalistic pleasure, leaning over to bite my neck gently, his hands grabbing my ass.

  I’d never felt pleasure like this before. I felt his cock filling me, and my knees shuddered. He made no move, kissing my neck and keeping his hips pushed into mine.

  I grabbed his shoulders, caressing his large muscles, squeezing them.

  “Cruz,” I moaned. He groaned in pleasure again at the sound of me saying his name. “Fuck me, Cruz. I want you to fuck me, hard. I’m so wet.” My voice came out as a strained whisper. I was so horny that it was a struggle to speak.

  I looked up at him, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply as he slid his cock back out slowly, almost all the way. Then all of a sudden, he deeply pushed back into me. Waves of intense pleasure built inside of me as he started fucking me deeply, his rhythm slowly increasing in pace. He grunted with lust each time his cock pushed deep inside, filling and completing me.

  The deep feeling of ecstasy in my belly increased as he fucked me harder and faster, his hips slapping against my thighs and ass. I scratched his back with my fingernails, leaning my body against his. My breasts pushed against his chest, erect nipples pushing against his muscled frame.

  It was almost too good. The pleasure was unbearable, a feeling of tension starting to build in my pussy, rising up into my core in an unstoppable wave.

  I felt my face contort as I leaned into Cruz, pushing his cock deeper into me. He thrusted hard and fast now, his moans loud in my ear. I convulsed with pleasure, the waves of sensation radiating from him becoming almost painful in their intensity. I screamed as I orgasmed, pussy quivering, clenching his cock with each wave of tension.

  “Oh. Oh fuck!” I managed to moan as the orgasm built to a crescendo. I’d never cum like this before. He was amazing.

  Cruz slowed as my orgasm faded. He looked down at me, his blue eyes wide with pleasure, jaw clenched.

  “Your turn,” I said. I wanted to see him orgasm now. The thought brought back a tingle in my pussy. He was still inside me, slowed down to a steady push.

  “I’m gonna fuck you real hard, Alexandra.” My whole body tingled as he said my name.

  He turned into an animal in an instant, fucking me harder and faster, everything else forgotten other than his intense need.

  I locked eyes with him as he began to increase in pace, fucking me roughly, his strong hands grabbing my breasts.

  “Cum inside me,” I moaned, looking up at his face. “I want you to cum inside me, Cruz.”

  My words made him thrust harder, faster. If it wasn’t so good, it would have been painful.

  I felt another wave of pleasure and tension building as he reached climax, slowing as he came inside me. I felt his cock bunch and twitch inside me as he came.

  “Oh, fuck… Alexandra…” he moaned, his voice deep and strong. I leaned forward as his orgasm passed, grabbing his arms. He slowed to a stop.

  I felt his knees weaken as he shuddered with pleasure. He moaned low, softly with a hint of a growl.

  “That…. That was amazing,” he gasped. “You’re amazing.”

  Cruz

  “Sorry it didn’t last too long. It’s been a while,” I said after the last tingles of pleasure had faded.

  The sex had been so good that I’d almost collapsed at the knees and had to hold on to the edge of the desk for support.

  I looked down at my cock, which was still inside her. Both of us and the desk were soaking wet. I’d never made a girl orgasm like that before. I felt proud. I felt like a man.

  She giggled, easing the awkwardness as the sexual tension faded.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Don’t apologize to me, Cruz.” She looked down at herself. I didn’t want to pull my cock out of her, for fear of our juices flowing out onto the carpet. “What a mess. Carry me to the bathroom?”

  I laughed, over a decade of self-loathing and sexual frustration forgotten as I stood there in front of her, naked. “Sure thing, Lex. Give me a second.”

  After taking a few deep breaths, I carried her to the bathroom with her smiling at me along the way.

  We both stepped into the large shower, kissing each other gently as we washed the sex off of each other.

  Alexandra

  After we’d showered we both went out to the balcony. Cruz poured me some champagne and made himself a whiskey.

  He was a different man. I barely recognized him with his ice-cold facade lifted. I understood then that his hard-man demeanor had been protective. A way of pushing people away for fear of being hurt, misunderstood, and unaccepted. He had been deeply troubled in the past. But now, finally, that mask had lifted.

  I still sighed with pleasure from time-to-time as we sat, cuddling. Talking, laughing, and joking, we watched the sun set over the cityscape around us. Comfortable silences stretched between our small talk.

  I felt a warmth in my chest, a deep, complex feeling. And I knew right then that I was falling for Cruz. Or I had possibly fallen for him already.

  Rather than feeling scared, however, I felt the safest I’d ever been in my whole life. Nothing could touch me now.

  I squeezed Cruz’s thigh through his bathrobe, which was comically too small for him. I heard a rip as he lifted his whiskey glass to his mouth, and we both burst out laughing.

  “So,” I said after another long silence, “I’m bored of Paris, I think.”

  The sun was almost out of sight, fast fading behind the skyline.

  Cruz looked down at me. “Flights to Prague are tomorrow. Or you want to go someplace else?”

  “Prague will be nice.” I poked him in the rib, which hurt my finger more than it hurt him, I suspected. “It’s supposed to be very romantic.”

  Cruz almost choked on his whiskey. “Right, I’ve had enough out of you. Time to shut you up again for a while.”

  He led me back to the bedroom by the hand, pushing me to sit on the bed in front of him. “Take your robe off,” he commanded. I complied, slowly untying the bathrobe and letting it fall down my body, slowly revealing my naked breasts, and then my pussy. I opened my legs.

  He got down onto his knees, looking at me as he started kissing my inner thigh, the pleasure of his tongue and lips mixed with the sharpness of his stubble.

  “If you want me to be quiet.” I said, voice quivering, “you’re going the wrong way about it.”

  I gasped as his tongue entered me.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cruz

  I awoke to find Alexandra’s head resting on my chest, relieved to find out that the previous night hadn’t all been just a dream.
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br />   The night before had been the best of my life. A quick, hard fuck followed by companionship, followed by long, slow and sensual sex. The memory of Alexandra riding me, her breasts bouncing in my face, and the feel of her warm, wet skin on mine made me aroused all over again.

  Shit. Ain’t got time for that now. There’ll be plenty of time in Prague though, I thought.

  I struggled to control my rising erection, and swiftly rose out of bed to get a cold shower.

  I looked down at my watch. 11:00? Shit. How the fuck did I sleep in that long?

  It seemed I had worn myself out last night, but it had definitely been worth it.

  I froze as I got to the living room on my way to make coffee, after my shower had calmed my arousal somewhat. I looked towards the front entrance. The fucking door was open.

  What the fuck. Did we leave it open all night? I wondered. I somehow found that unlikely though.

  I panicked, a sick feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. I ran to grab my revolver from my suit and then searched room-to-room, armed with nothing but my boxers and a fully loaded .357.

  But I found nothing.

  I went back to check on Alexandra. She was still sound asleep.

  Deep disappointment came over me. What had I done? I couldn’t keep the girl safe if my defenses were down. And if her dad found out, I was screwed.

  At that moment, I decided that no one needed to know. And the longer I stared at the door, the more I became sure that in the heat of passion, I’d forgotten to close it behind us.

  Regardless, I needed to get a grip. I was losing my sharpness and was falling deeply in love with Alexandra.

  I went to make some coffee, trying to clear my head of the confused thoughts flowing through it. I didn't do emotions. They confused the hell out of me.