by Cathryn Fox
“I need to get you alone. Fast.”
Dean rushed up to the bar and retrieved a card key to one of the upstairs lofts. A few minutes later, they found themselves locked away in a private bedroom. Richly decorated in soft colors and plush fabrics, the room was designed for seduction. A huge king-sized bed dominated the space, urging them to live out their every delicious fantasy.
Dean shifted his attention to Jenna and watched her walk to the lamp. Eyes alive with anticipation, she flicked it on, bathing herself in a golden glow. With the lamplight pouring over her half-dressed body, she came back around to stand before him. Her mouth thinned provocatively before her fingers went to her zipper. His hungry eyes left her face and traveled lower, to watch the seductive way she slipped her pants to her ankles and kicked them away. She stood there, radiating confidence, embracing her sexuality. Dean’s heart slammed in his chest.
As he took in her voluptuous curves, he began trembling from head to toe. He stood perfectly still, observing her. The thrill of self-discovery was apparent in her expression.
She crooked her finger, her gaze dropping to his crotch. While he continued to bask in her sexual awakening, her pretty tongue slid over her lips, signaling her intent. “I want you, Dean. All of you.” The soft, seductive whisper of her voice drew him toward her.
With a predatory advance, he was on her in seconds. “I want to taste you,” she murmured into his lips as they closed over hers. He kissed her, long and hard and with all the passion inside him.
Jenna inched back and slid down his body. He tore his T-shirt off and tossed it away as her fingers went to his zipper. She released the button and drew his pants and shorts to his ankles, releasing his throbbing cock. As she took in his girth, her eyes widened in delight. She closed her hands over his shaft. Her fingers felt warm and smooth and so damn good on his naked flesh.
When she spotted the juices pearling on his slit, Jenna moaned deep in her throat. Her hands continued stroking the length of him, caressing him with the utmost care. Overcome with desire, he wobbled and blinked the room back into his vision. He could barely keep his focus, let alone remain upright. Marshaling his control, he let his hands go to her head, where his needy fingers raked through her hair as he fought to hang on to his composure.
The wet tip of her tongue brushed his engorged cock, lapping at his cream. Her furtive touch evoked myriad sensations and emotions inside him. A moment later, she teased his throbbing cock between her lips.
Her warmth closed around him like a silken sheath. She rocked forward until his bulbous head hit the back of her throat. The onslaught of pleasure weakened his knees.
Dean threw his head back and growled. “Jenna…” he choked out with effort. “I’m never going to last if you keep that up.”
She tilted her head back to look at him. “I’ve been dying to taste you, Dean. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
Small hands slipped between his legs, cupped his balls, and gave a gentle squeeze. Dean drew in a sharp breath. She filled him with such raw need. Unable to help himself, he began to undulate forward, fucking her hot, slick mouth with much force. He wanted to control himself—he really did—but her moans of encouragement and the way she worked her hands over his cock had his libido raging out of control.
He pitched forward and pulled her hair back, watching the way his cock slid in and out of her hungry mouth. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.
Pressure brewed inside him. His body ached for release. Senses exploding, he fisted his fingers in her long hair. Christ, he had difficulty remembering how to breathe. A moment later his stomach tightened, his cock thickened, and his world turned upside down. He stilled his movements with a growl and released his seed inside her mouth.
She spent a long time between his legs, milking his every last drop, continuing to lave him with her tongue. Her soft moans of delight and the way she took great care in pleasuring him nearly shut down his brain.
Licking moisture from her lips, Jenna stood. Dean drew a calming breath. “You have one hell of a mouth, Jenna,” he said, his hands spanning her waist. She melted against him, pressing her breasts to his chest and murmuring against his throat.
He needed to touch her, to taste her, to fuck the hell out of her all night long. He glanced toward the bed and noted the bottle of champagne and bowl of fresh fruit.
Mmmm…strawberries. His mind raced. Oh yeah. Now it was his turn to remedy a longing that had been plaguing his dreams. His whole body shook just thinking about it. He swallowed a tortured moan.
Needing to get her naked, to do delicious things to her body, Dean reached behind her and, in one swift move, ripped her teddy from her back.
She gasped in surprise. “Dean—”
Without taking his eyes off her, he let his hand go to her panties. What he felt nearly drove him to his knees. He loved knowing how wet he made her. “You’re drenched, Jenna. Did sucking my cock make you wet?”
Nodding, she gave a breathy, intimate moan and moved shamelessly against him. She shot him a smoldering look. “Are they too wet to peel off?” she asked, her voice hopeful.
Understanding her needs, her fantasies, Dean snapped the elastic and ripped off her passion-soaked panties. Pleasure danced in her eyes. His chest tightened.
Once he had her sufficiently naked, he commanded in a soft tone, “I want you on that bed, with your legs spread for me. There’s something I’ve been dying to do, too.”
She quickly obliged. He studied the seductive sway of her ass as she crossed the room, pulled the sheets down, and positioned herself on the mattress. Heart racing, Dean advanced purposely and perched on the bed beside her. He took in the sight of her gorgeous naked body. His mouth went desert dry and once again his cock began to thicken with need. His fingers trailed over her skin, touching her body gently, stroking the underside of her breasts. His hands journeyed lower, to her stomach, to her hips, between her legs. He dipped a finger into the moisture between her thighs and wet his parched lips.
Jenna writhed restlessly and spread her legs farther. Her uninhibited responses to his touch nearly dissolved his composure. Everything in him urged him to surrender to his desires, climb over her, and fuck her. Hard. Until they were both sated and drained. But he marshaled his urges. He needed to make this great for her.
Dean reached into the fruit bowl and grabbed two strawberries. He popped one into Jenna’s mouth and bit into the other. He trailed the chilled berry over her flesh. Goose bumps exploded on her skin as he dragged the fruit over her lips and her neck, then moved lower until he reached her breasts. He poised the strawberry over Jenna’s nipple and squeezed. Sweet nectar dripped over her smooth, milky skin and pooled between her heavy mounds.
She tossed her head to the side, her fingers gripped the sheets. “Oh my,” she whispered. The pleasure in her voice excited him.
Bombarded with primal hunger, Dean bent forward and circled his tongue around one puckered nipple, the soft blade lapping at the succulent juice, rehydrating himself while washing away the stain of red from her heated skin.
His thirst temporarily quenched, he pulled her hard bud into his mouth and sucked until her nipple swelled and throbbed in bliss. As he turned his attention to her other breast, offering it the same attention, Jenna cried out and quaked beneath him.
Eager to taste her sweet feminine cream, he climbed onto the bed, nestled himself between her legs, and shifted his focus to her drenched sex. He parted her twin lips, exposing her ripe pink clit, and squeezed more juice onto her pussy. When the cool red nectar touched her heated clit and trickled downward, tickling her, she bucked forward.
“Oh, Dean, that feels incredible.”
Leaning into her, he made a slow pass with his tongue. That first sweet taste of her honeyed heat had him salivating for more. “Mmmm…you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Jenna.”
Her flesh suffused with color. She pitched her hips forward and a moan caught in her t
hroat. Dean inhaled her delicious scent as the urgent need to feast on her whipped through his blood and set him into motion. Without preamble he buried his face in her sex. He pillaged her with his tongue, the warmth from his mouth stoking the fire inside her. Circling his thumb over her inflamed clit, he drove his tongue inside, making sweet love to her with his mouth and fingers until she whimpered with pleasure.
He could feel her tension mount and an orgasm pulling at her. Dean increased the pressure on her clit, knowing just what she needed and just how to give it to her.
Dipping into her wet cunt, he pushed two fingers up inside her, stirring her heat. Stroking deep, he controlled the pace, depth, and rhythm until she writhed and cried out for more.
Impatience laced her voice. “Dean. Please. Now…” she begged, her words fractured.
Ready to let her tumble over, Dean sank a third finger inside her. “I…I…” she murmured, her voice trailing off as a shudder ripped through her entire body.
He continued to indulge her with his tongue. “That’s it, babe. Give me everything you’ve got.” As soon as the words left his mouth, her sweet juices flowed like a broken dam. She bucked forward, giving herself over to her orgasm, as his fingers and tongue took delight in her powerful climax. He paid homage to her clit by drawing it into his mouth, nurturing her orgasm, prolonging it, stretching out the rippling waves of ecstasy for as long as possible.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. She took deep gulping breaths while her muscles tightened and clenched around his fingers in climactic ecstasy.
Dean held her for a long moment. Once she finished riding out the last fragments of her orgasm and her waves had fully subsided, he slid up her body and put his mouth close to hers. Her warm smile turned his heart over in his chest.
He smoothed her hair from her face. His eyes locked on hers. “Tasting your sweetness has made me hard all over again. I believe I need to fuck you, Jenna.” Hunger consuming his thoughts, he pressed his cock between her slick thighs. She wiggled until his tip probed her opening.
She flicked her tongue over his lips and moaned. Passion grew in her eyes. Her mouth curved enticingly. “Yes, I believe you do.” Dean heard the raw ache of lust in her voice.
Fierce need ripped through him. Jenna snaked her hands around his neck and pulled him to her, until his body crushed against hers. Their mouths met. Control obliterated, they exchanged hungry kisses. Moisture broke out on their bodies and sealed them together.
The need to fuck her made him fairly mad. He quickly sheathed himself, then gripped one silky thigh. Lifting her leg, he tucked it around his back until her calf hugged his hip. The erotic position spread her sex wide-open.
She pressed her mouth to his and whispered, “Fuck me, Dean.”
Groaning, he plunged into her hot cunt. His lips crashed down on hers, swallowing her gasp. His tongue darted into her mouth, seeking her heat as he savored her satin warmth. Pleasure forked through him as her body rocked against him, matching his every thrust.
Tight pussy muscles gripped his dick and drew him in deeper. He pumped harder and faster, his balls slapping against her backside. With his cock stretching open her tight walls, he rode her hard, as though leaving his mark, claiming her. It was almost frightening to him the way he needed her.
He rotated his hips, his thick cock caressing her sensitized G-spot, drawing out her next orgasm. Driven by sheer hunger and desperation, he plunged faster, ramming her. She shifted beneath him, driving him impossibly deeper. Her shallow pants and cries told him she was close.
Desperate to give her everything she needed, he slipped a finger between them and pressed his thumb against her clit. Her sex muscles clenched and vibrated around his cock as another rippling climax tore through her. A whimper escaped her lips.
His own orgasm was only a stroke away. The pressure was building, coming to a peak. When her mouth found his again and she kissed him hard, he felt the first erotic pulse of ecstasy. Throwing his head back, he gave himself over to his orgasm. His primal growl rumbled like thunder. His body pulsed and throbbed with the hot flow of release.
He stayed inside her for a long time, just needing to hold her. Once he caught his breath, he climbed in bed beside her and gathered her in his arms. Jenna snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his chest. The feel of her eyelashes fluttering against his skin caused him to shiver. He grabbed the sheets and covered them both. As he cradled her in his arms, he noted that he’d yet to sate the hunger inside him.
An easy silence descended upon the room as they both retreated to their own thoughts. Dean let his eyes drift shut. He relaxed against her, listening to her breathing level off and soften. A short while later, Jenna broke the comfortable silence.
Lifting her gaze, she stared into his eyes. “Thank you for bringing me here, Dean, and thank you for taking me on a journey of self-discovery. I believe your ‘drastic measures’ were successful.”
Quiet confidence radiated from her eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jenna. This wasn’t about you.” He jabbed his thumb into his chest. “This was all about me and my ploy to see you naked. I should be the one thanking you.”
She chuckled easily and wiggled in closer. “Oh, okay then. You’re welcome.”
Suddenly a deep contentment settled in his bones. It occurred to him that, for the first time in his life, he had a feeling of completeness. He idly stroked Jenna’s hair and tried to keep his voice light. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”
Again, she tipped her head to look at him. She pursed her lips in thought. “Well, we’re still finalizing the bachelorette party plans, and then after that, the girls and I go for a dress fitting. Later on, in the afternoon, I believe we’re heading out to do some exploring.”
“Oh, I see.” He paused and then asked her, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“I’m having drinks with one of the clients I met during the fashion show.”
“After that?” he pressed, sounding like a possessive lover. The one thing he’d always run away from.
Imagine that.
“After that, I’m free.”
When she didn’t ask his plans in return, his stomach sank. Really, wasn’t that what he always wanted? A woman who wanted casual sex only and had no interest in dictating his every move.
Even though she hadn’t yet agreed to go out with him again, he said, “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Aren’t you on shift tomorrow night?”
“Yeah,” he said, not bothering to elaborate or tell her that they were far from over.
Not only was it time to initiate the rookie into their brotherhood, but it was time to show Jenna that he was capable—and more than willing—to fulfill all her sexy fantasies.
Especially her exhibitionist ones.
After giving Dean a good-bye kiss at the back door, Jenna quietly stepped inside the house and made her way to her bedroom. With her mind racing and her body still humming, she could hardly wait to see what tomorrow night would bring. If it was anything like tonight, she knew she was in for one hell of a wild ride. Her body quaked in anticipation.
She washed up in the bathroom, then flung herself on her bed, exhausted but excited just the same. She felt a little guilty that she was here in Chicago for her best friend’s wedding only to find herself counting down the hours until she could be with Dean again.
Before drifting off, she gifted herself another moment to think about that couple fucking at the club and wonder what it would be like for someone to watch her: Dean sinking his cock inside her while they had an audience enjoying their sexy show. She trembled right down to the tips of her toes. Until tonight, until she’d shed her inhibitions and embraced her sexuality, she’d had no idea how much that prospect excited her.
After a night of great sex, her body shut down quickly, and she fell into a dead sleep. Later, upon awakening, she was swept out of the house by the girls. The daytime hours flew by in a flurry of prewedding activities. N
ighttime drinks with a future client went well, and Jenna now found herself alone in the house, pacing restlessly while she awaited Dean’s arrival.
Since he was taking her to the firehouse—to do God knows what—she wasn’t sure what to wear. She settled on jeans, a T-shirt, and a sexy pair of strappy sandals. Underneath, she wore a thong and a bra from her Siren collection, just in case….
Impatience thrumming through her, she stepped outside and inhaled the fresh summer air while she waited. She walked around the pool and listened to the children playing a few yards down. When she heard a car pull into the driveway, she rushed around the corner.
The gorgeous sight of Dean coming toward her, looking all warm and sexy in his jeans and T-shirt, filled her with need.
His smile was slow and seductive. “Hey, babe.” He pulled her against his chest and planted his lips on hers. “Are you all ready?”
“I’m all set.” As they made their way to the car, she asked, “What’s going on at the firehouse?”
He shrugged. “I thought you might like a tour,” he said casually, but the mischief in his eyes told another story.
They talked quietly during the drive there. A short while later Dean pulled into the parking lot and shot her a seductive grin. “This is the station,” he said.
She laughed. “Wow. Nice. I never would have guessed.”
He chuckled, his eyes widening in mischief. “Want me to show you around?”
“Sure, I’d love a tour.”
Dean shot a glance at his watch. “Come on.” Hurrying, he climbed from the car and circled it to meet her.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her inside. After giving her a quick tour, he guided her out back, to where the fire truck was parked.
His sexy grin made her toes curl. He pulled her in close and brushed his lips over hers. He gestured toward his truck. “I thought you might like to see my hose.”
She played along, noting the way her pussy grew wet in anticipation. “I’d love to see your hose, Dean.”