by Ivy Jordan
It was hard, warm, and I wanted it inside of me so bad, I begged. “Fuck me, please.”
“Not yet,” he chuckled with a deep vibration in his voice.
His hands pressed into my back, pushing all the stress and exhaustion from my body. I could feel the toxins releasing from my skin as he let his hands glide to my shoulders, and then down my arms to my fingers.
“Roll over,” he ordered.
I quickly obliged, rolling to my back and letting my breasts become the focal point for his viewing pleasure. His hands rubbed more oil, and then immediately dropped to my tits. His palms pressed gently into my mounds of flesh, circling around my nipples and causing me to groan.
My pussy ached to be touched, and I was pretty sure Josh knew that he was torturing me. I cried out his name, begging him to fuck me please. He just smiled, leaned down, and kissed me softly on the lips.
I rolled my hips towards his cock as my back arched. He chuckled, pulling away as his hands continued their caressing massage along my sides, and then my hips. My legs opened as he massaged each one, slowly reaching my feet. His strong fingers pushed into the soles of my feet, and then worked between my toes as his mouth kissed at my ankles, and then my calves.
It was sweet torture as his mouth moved towards my thighs, and then the hot breath coming from his lips could be felt on my throbbing pussy.
My entire body had been awakened by his teasing, bringing me so close to the edge of my orgasm, I could feel myself teetering on the edge.
Josh climbed up the bed, mounting me with strong arms and hungry eyes. My body pressed into the softness of the mattress as my heart raced with excitement.
He reached over me, opening the drawer to the nightstand. My hips pushed towards him uncontrollably as my body reacted to the impending satisfaction.
He pushed up, leaning back on his knees and gripping his hard cock in one hand. My eyes lingered, unable to fight the excitement the sight of his manhood stirred in me. I squirmed from my position, turning myself around, and lowering my mouth to the flesh between his legs before he could slip on the protection to cover the sweet taste of his sex.
“Oh, hell,” he sighed as my mouth surrounded the head of his cock.
He flinched between my lips as they rolled down his shaft and my tongue flicked at the bulging veins along the side.
My hand reached between his legs, cupping his heavy, warm balls. He growled with delight as he allowed me to take full control, sucking him into my mouth slowly, deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Josh rested his hands on my head, his fingers curling into my long, brown hair. He tugged gently, pulling my mouth from his member. “You’re gonna make me come,” he gasped, his cock already beginning to pulsate between my lips.
I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste his sweet excitement rolling warmly down my throat.
“I want to come together,” he argued, groaning again as my mouth tightened around his cock.
I released, knowing that the sultry sensation of him inside me was my ultimate goal.
His hands pushed against my shoulders, sending me gently to my back. I exhaled, letting my body relax as he tore open the foil package and slid the protection onto his hard, teased shaft.
The weight of his body against me made me sigh with satisfaction. My body squirmed beneath him, positioning my opening to receive his hard cock.
His eyes dropped onto mine, filled with love and kindness. I watched his lips curl into a smile, and then part, as if he was about to say something, something sweet. Say it!
I opened like a butterfly spreading its wings, allowing him to enter with a soft thrust. He stopped, not moving, breathing hard and staring at me as if to apologize for his quick excitement.
My grip around his shoulders tightened, and my back arched, pushing him deeper into me. He groaned and then lowered his mouth to mine. The sweetness of my own juices on his tongue made me quiver beneath him, sending his thrusts back to a stronger, faster pace.
Tingles shot through my nipples, electricity rocked my entire body, and soon I was lost in a fog of ecstasy, moaning loudly and calling out his name, careless about who could hear.
His body tightened in my grip, his cock throbbed against my begging flesh. The sweet release we’d both held back was let go in unison. Wildly delicious, and oh so sweet.
I hadn’t noticed the bottle of wine chilling on the nightstand earlier, or the movie on the TV stand. “Relax here. I’ll go get your dinner,” he whispered, lifting his weight from my satisfied body. Yes, this man is a keeper.
Chapter Six
“Good morning,” Josh whispered in my ear.
I opened my eyes to the sunlight blasting through the bedroom window, and to Josh, who leaned over my shoulder, kissing my bare skin.
“Good morning,” I said softly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“What time is it?” I mumbled through a deep yawn.
“Seven,” he replied, and then jumped up from the bed, leaving my back empty and cold.
I shuddered. “I have to leave in an hour,” I whined, hating that I couldn’t stay and enjoy breakfast.
“Breakfast is already made. Get your shower, and come down for coffee and waffles,” he said cheerfully. How did I get so lucky?
I stretched my body, pushing my hands into the headboard. I couldn’t remember the last time I woke up so satisfied and relaxed.
The shower did its job, waking me up quickly with the lukewarm water splashing into my face. The scent of lavender was thick on my body as the oil washed away with the body wash. I quivered from the memory of our night. So passionate, so sensual. There was something more to what we were doing. It wasn’t just sex. It was much, much more.
The smell of coffee and bacon rolled up the stairs as I opened the bedroom door. Lisa’s wild laugh sounded like a semi’s horn, startling me as I took my first step down towards the delicious scent, and boisterous noise.
“Good morning,” Lisa chimed, smiling from ear to ear.
It was easy to see she was smitten with Josh as she batted her eyelashes in his direction, and laughed at everything he said. Oh, brother!
I moved towards Josh, wrapping my arms around his waist and tip-toeing to reach his lips for a quick kiss. My head rested on his chest after my kiss, turning to Lisa and giving her the ‘he’s mine’ look, to which she rolled her eyes and smiled.
“This looks amazing,” I said, looking at the spread Josh had created.
Belgian waffles, strawberries, whipped cream, and bacon were plated on the counter next to the freshly brewed pot of coffee. “Eat,” he insisted, pulling out a chair for me at the kitchen table.
“I’m so glad our house burnt down,” Lisa laughed.
I gave her a smirk, knowing that if Tamara heard that remark, she’d come unglued. She’d loved that house. It was her first adult purchase; even though she needed three other roommates to help her pay the mortgage, it was hers.
“Where is everyone?” I asked as Josh slipped a mug of hot coffee in front of me.
The mug was so warm and inviting on my hands as they gripped it, and the smell of the coffee so strong, it immediately perked me up.
“Tamara had an early shoot, and Amy stayed at Maria’s,” Lisa announced. “I’ve gotta run. Thank you for the breakfast, Josh. Good luck today, Emily,” she said as she grabbed another slice of bacon and rushed out the front door.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” I smiled at Josh.
“I love seeing you smile,” he replied, with a grin of his own.
Damn, just hearing that ‘L’ word gave me chills and made my heart race.
“I have to head to the station today to prep for the fundraiser next week,” he said quickly, as if he just realized he had things to do today.
“Fundraiser?” I asked.
“Yes. Why don’t you come? In fact, you should all come,” he insisted.
“I would love to. I’m sure the girl
s would too,” I said, loving the chance to use the ‘L’ word with him.
“It’s a week from today,” he said.
“Okay. Well, you can give me the details when you have time,” I said, shoving a piece of bacon into my mouth.
The waffle was too good to leave behind, so even after Josh kissed me goodbye and took off for the station, I stayed and finished it. I savored every last bite.
The movie set was just as I’d left it: chaotic, exhausting, and crowded. Cameramen, makeup artists, actors, extras, sound people, the director, and a handful of others were all clamoring around the set as I walked in, ready to start my day.
But there was nothing that could ruin my mood, no way. Last night had been too perfect. This morning was too perfect. I only wished every night and every day could be just like that.
The big scene for the day was my first abuse scene, getting hit hard in the face and then tossed onto the floor by my on-screen husband. It was unbelievable how upset it really got me, just to play the part of the abused woman. My insides were twisted, my brain throbbing, and my entire body ached from the stress I couldn’t seem to shake.
“That was great,” the director said, directly to me.
Instantly, my aches began to ease up, my brain felt the release of tension, and stomach was soothed. “That’s all for today,” he announced to the grumbles of some through the crowds of people.
I was relieved. Josh was off work today, other than the fundraiser prepping. I was looking forward to spending a day with him.
“Can you meet me for a late lunch?” I asked when Josh answered my phone call.
“I would love too,” he said, using that ‘L’ word once again and making my heart flutter.
I picked a place near the fire station, and quickly got out of wardrobe before heading that way.
The weather had finally offered a break from the heat, cooling to a content sixty-five. My radio blared a Lady Gaga song as I drove along the palm-tree lined streets toward the restaurant I’d chosen.
Josh’s little red sports car was already in the parking lot when I pulled in, so I took the spot beside it. He was already seated at the booth by the window and tapped to wave as I walked by. My cheeks blushed red as the excitement flowed through my veins. He made me so excited, just to see him, to be near him; this was more than just fun, more than just sex. What it was, I didn’t know yet. I know what I want it be.
“Do you think it would be rude to ask Tamara to be the photographer for the fundraiser?” he asked after we ordered our food.
“Not at all, why?” I asked.
“The photographer we had just canceled. There was a pretty serious illness in the family, I guess, not sure who, or what, but it was bad enough for them to just drop us,” he said, anxiety flowing through his words.
“I’m sure she’d be happy to do it,” I said.
“Well, the thing is, it doesn’t pay much, or like anything at all,” he grinned.
“Well, it is for charity. You’ve given us a place to stay, treated us like gold—there’s no way she’d refuse,” I assured him.
“I just hate to ask someone to do something like that, especially if they think they owe it to me,” he said.
I could understand where he was coming from, but we did owe it to him. “I’ll ask her if you want,” I said.
“How about you just mention that the photographer quit, but don’t ask,” he said.
“Okay. I can do that. And I know Tamara. She’ll certainly offer,” I insisted.
“Thank you,” he said sweetly, reaching across the table and taking my hand in his.
Those blue eyes pierced into mine with that same familiar look from the night before. They were filled with an emotion, something deep and meaningful, and his lips parted again, like he was about to say something, but didn’t. Instead, he heaved a deep, soft sigh.
My entire body shook with happiness as he squeezed my hand tightly in his.
“You forgot a little makeup,” he smiled, lifting his hand to my cheek.
He smeared across my skin with his fingers, wiping away the painted on bruise that makeup artist created. “Everyone in here probably thinks I beat you,” he laughed.
He pulled his hand away slowly, and I flinched dramatically causing him to jolt back. The waitress gave him a strange glare as she placed our food on the table. “That wasn’t nice,” he whispered as she walked away.
“What are you gonna do? Hit me?” I laughed.
When the waitress came back to check how we were doing, she still gave Josh a disgusted look. I had to tell her the truth, knowing that Josh didn’t deserve that awful glare. She looked uneasy at first, like I was being forced to make up the story. I laughed, showing her the makeup smeared from my cheek, and explaining my part in the movie.
She was excited that Josh wasn’t a woman-beater, but even more excited that she was serving a movie star. Yes, she called me a movie star. Me!
It felt good to have that kind of attention, even if it was just from a waitress at the small café. She thought of me as a movie star, and once my face was on the big screen, millions of other people would, too. Well, maybe thousands.
“I have a few more things to do at the station. How about I meet you at home for a romantic dinner?” he asked.
“Yes,” I smiled. Home. I still loved the sound of that.
Chapter Seven
“Can I stop by?” I asked Tamara as she answered my phone call.
“Sure. Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yes. I just have something to ask you,” I assured her, and shoved my phone into my purse.
I waved to Josh as he pulled out of the parking lot and I headed downtown to Tamara’s studio.
She had just finished up her shoot as I walked in. “Hey,” she said, turning to greet me as I entered.
I watched her pack up her equipment carefully and thought about how foolish she’d been running back into the burning house to save it that night. Thank God for Josh.
“What did you want to ask me?” she asked, giving me a strange look.
I knew I was daydreaming, drifting off to a place of sadness at the thought of losing her. She was my best friend. My first friend in L.A. When I arrived in this town two years ago, she was my only point of contact. A Craigslist ad for a roommate was all I knew of her, and a couple phone calls before I met with her. We’d hit off instantly, and ever since that day, I’d considered her my best friend, like family.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Sorry, I was drifting,” I sighed.
“No shit; where’d ya go?” she laughed.
I smiled and shook my head. She didn’t want to know. Not really.
“Josh just invited us all to a fundraiser at the fire station next week,” I said.
“Oh, yeah? I’d love to go,” she said quickly.
“Well, there’s more than that,” I said. She slid her camera bag over her shoulder and gave me another glance. “His photographer just dumped on him,” I stated.
“Oh, no. Does he need my help?” she asked.
“He does. But, he doesn’t want to ask. It’s charity, so of course, no pay for all your time,” I explained.
She laughed. “That’s not a problem. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have any time to give.”
“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” I said, relieved.
I gave her the details, made sure she had a clear schedule, and thanked her again before leaving.
Josh was delighted when he found out she’d offered to help. Tamara was delighted when he informed her what type of shoot she’d be doing.
“Sexy firemen calendar?” she asked, her eyes wide and filled with excitement.
Josh laughed as he nodded.
“What sexy firemen?” Lisa asked, obviously eavesdropping on the conversation from the other room.
“We do this every year. We’ve always had the same photographer, and since they volunteered their time, we never felt right about looki
ng elsewhere. But, the guys are excited to have someone new on the job. I showed them some of your work, so they are ready to get started,” Josh said.
“This is the type of assignment I dream about,” Tamara giggled.
I knew she was trying to sound like what she said was a joke, but it wasn’t. It was an assignment we all dreamed about.
Lisa got on the phone and called Amy, telling her the good news. I could hear her squeal on the other end of the phone as Lisa pulled the receiver away from her ear. “She’s in,” she announced with her loud, obnoxious laugh.
The week was spent planning the day, helping with anything we could before the event took place. It felt good working with Josh, helping him. He’d done so much for all of us; it was nice to be able to give something back.
The guys at the station were all amazing, but I still found Josh to be extra special. Lisa and Amy helped set up the tables for the food while Tamara and I worked on the shoot.
Tamara had already been there most of the week by the day of the fundraiser. She’d taken action shots of the men as they were called off to fires, and even rode along to capture the chaos, the heroism, and the sheer danger they faced each day. They were all excited to have her working with them, capturing moments that their previous photographer neglected. One firefighter in particular, Vinny, was more than a little excited to have her around.
I watched as they exchanged glances and noticed how she giggled like a schoolgirl when he was around. I’d never seen Tamara interested in anyone like that before. And Vinny, well, he was certainly interested in her.
Josh was shirtless, wearing his firefighter pants like he had on the first day we’d met. My heart raced at the memory of that first kiss. It was more than hot; it was scalding.
“Are you going to be okay for a bit?” he asked, pulling me into his bare chest.
“Yes. You do what you need to do. I have plenty to keep me busy,” I assured him.
The large banquet hall directly across from the station had graciously offered their space for the event. The firemen all needed to be close by, in case of an emergency, and they hated that some couldn’t attend if it was further across town. “You can’t schedule fires,” Josh had said with a laugh.