Raging Inferno

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “Melissa,” I grunt.

  “Hmm?”

  Angling her head, she slides her free hand up my thigh and gives me those innocent eyes of hers.

  “You’re playing with fire,” I warn roughly.

  “Funny, I thought that was your job.”

  Closing my eyes, I allow myself a moment to enjoy the feel of her pressed against me. Her hand moves down the inside of my thigh and a growl sounds from the back of my throat. Without thinking, I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap. Straddling me, she braces her hands on my shoulders and rocks against my erection.

  My eyes snap open, searching her face for the slightest hint of apprehension but all I find in those pretty eyes is desire. Drawing in a deep breath, I lift my hands and cup her face. Her nose brushes against mine and I watch her gaze divert to my lips.

  “Kiss me,” she whispers.

  Sliding one hand through her hair, I cup the back of her head. Fisting her hair, I position her and then I take.

  I take and take.

  Licking her lips, she opens for me and I dive in, taking more.

  More and more.

  Deepening the kiss, she grinds her hips and I lose it. My hands move to her ass, squeezing her cheeks through the thin fabric of her sweats as I arch against her. Frenzied hands, glide down my chest, clutching my shirt and it takes every bit of control I have to pull back.

  In between breaths, she licks her lips and stares at me.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “If we don’t stop now, I don’t know that I’ll be able to later,” I rasp, noticing her nipples straining through her tank top. “Jesus,” I groan.

  “Is Gabriella sleeping at her friends?” she questions.

  Unable to find my voice, I jerk my head hoping it's enough of a response for her.

  Grabbing my hand, she guides it to her neck and moves it down the smooth column. My fingers graze her collarbone briefly before she slides them under her shirt. Touching the lace cup of her bra, she moves my hand lower and her nipple brushes against my palm.

  “Touch me,” she whispers.

  Doing as I’m told, I squeeze her full breast as she takes my other hand and brings it up the inside of her thigh.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore,” she continues. “I want you, Jimmy. I want you on top of me, between my legs… inside me… everywhere. I want to feel you everywhere.”

  An animalistic growl pours from my throat as she bends her head and takes my lower lip between her teeth. Reciprocating the gesture, I take her nipple between my fingers and twist, matching the roughness of her mouth.

  A fire stirs between us and the flames climb higher and higher as I break the kiss and pull her shirt over her head. Sliding her bra straps down her shoulders, I move my hands to the lace covering her and pull the cups down, exposing her. Reaching behind her she helps unclasp the bra, and it falls between us before she takes my hands, placing them where she wants them. Cupping her perfect tits in my hands, I bend my head and suck one nipple into my mouth.

  The control I’ve worked so hard to keep intact slips and like a savage, I suck, bite and lick my way to heaven. Grabbing her ass, I maneuver her in my arms and lift myself off the couch. She wraps her legs around my waist and winds her arms around my neck as I carry her up the stairs, to my bedroom. Kicking the door closed, I step toward the bed and gently set her on the edge watching as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats.

  Lifting her hips, I stare at her in awe as the cotton slides down her toned legs. Once they’re around her ankles, she kicks them off. Wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties, she draws in a deep breath and places her palms on the mattress.

  “You’re beautiful,” I rasp hoarsely, drinking her in. Her tits sway with the rise and fall of her chest and she peers up at me through the thick fringe of her long eyelashes.

  So fucking beautiful and all mine.

  Mine to pleasure.

  Mine to take.

  Mine, mine, mine.

  Reaching behind me, I grab my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I toss it to the floor and meet her gaze as I work on removing my sweats.

  “I knew you weren’t wearing underwear,” she whispers, staring at my cock like it’s her salvation.

  “It’s about time you don’t either,” I tell her, kicking my pants out of my way. My cock sways heavily between my thighs as I stride toward her watching as she turns around on all fours and crawls further up my bed.

  A sight I won’t ever forget.

  With her ass perched high in the air, I kneel on the bed and reach for her hips. Pulling her closer, I bend my head and close my mouth over the lace covering her round cheeks. Between my teeth and my hands, I drag the fabric over the swell of her ass. Completely bare, I flip her on her back and spread her legs as wide as possible.

  As I move between her legs, she covers her face with her hands. Instinctively I grab her wrists and pin her hands over her head.

  “We don’t have to do this,” I mutter. “But, if we are, if you give me the okay, then I want to see your face. I want to look into those pretty eyes of yours and watch them change as you come.”

  Biting her lip, she shakes her head.

  “No, I want to. It’s just…”

  “You’re nervous.”

  “I am,” she admits. “It’s been so long.”

  “Slow,” I grunt, releasing her wrists. Pressing a quick kiss against her mouth, I slide down the length of her body and throw her legs over my shoulders.

  “Jimmy,” she purrs.

  “You want to watch?” I ask, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her eyes dart to my hand and her breath quickens as I push two fingers through her wet lips and inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. My eyes close as a reflex and I savor the feel of her around me, imagining what my cock will feel like buried inside that tight heat. Snapping out of my trance, I will myself not to blow my load and pull my fingers from her. Lifting them to my lips, I suck them into my mouth and get my first taste.

  I like to think I’m a man who has lived a lot of life but now I know it wasn’t only Melissa who was just existing. For a man truly hasn’t lived a day until he’s found his nirvana.

  The noise she makes draws me away from my head and encourages me. I push my fingers back into her, curling them slightly. Removing them again, I bring them to her lips.

  “Open,” I growl and obediently she sucks them into her mouth. “So good,” I mutter as she releases my fingers with a pop. Her legs widen and she arches off the bed, begging for more.

  Always a gentleman, I oblige… with my mouth.

  The first lap of my tongue causes her to moan my name.

  A sound as unforgettable as her face.

  Arching off the bed, her fingers reach for my head, holding it in place as I ravage her. Licking her from ass to clit, I fuck her with both my tongue and my fingers. Burning on the edge of something beautiful, she clenches around my fingers and pulses against my tongue. It’s another unforgettable sight and I continue to pump my fingers, milking every last drop and relishing every tremor her body makes.

  Covered in a fresh sheen of sweat, panting for breath, I watch her lift her hands to her head.

  “Again,” she begs, running her fingers through her damp hair. Without hesitation, I move onto my knees and wrap my hand around my cock. I swipe my thumb over the head and wipe the come from the tip.

  “Are you on the pill?” I question, dropping my hand and working my way up her body. Waiting for her response, I kiss her neck and grind against her.

  Her sweet moans fill my ears as my cock brushes over her pussy. Teetering on the edge of insanity, I lift my head from the crook of her neck and search her face for the answer to my question. She gives me a nod and I thank the man upstairs for this moment.

  I thank him for her.

  Lacing our fingers together, I lift our hands over her head and position myself between her legs. Her eyes burn into me, branding me as I drive into her. As wet
as she is, it’s still a tight fit and I try my hardest to go slow. Giving her one inch at a time until she’s full of me and my balls press against her ass.

  “You good?” I rasp, watching a storm of emotions dance across her face. Raking her nails down my back, she grabs my ass and meets my gaze.

  “Don’t hold back,” she demands. “I can take it.”

  Hearing her say those words unleashes the beast buried deep within me and I start to move in and out, circling my hips. She meets every thrust, and it isn’t long until the room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our strangled breaths.

  She goes off first and this time she doesn’t just moan my name, she screams it over and over. It’s enough to drive me over the edge and I bury my face in her tits as I fill her with my cock and my come. Breathless and sated, I collapse on top of her with her legs wound around my waist.

  Minutes pass before either of us utter a word or make any attempt to move. The silence is broken by the sound of her laugh and I immediately lift my head to stare at her. Pushing the damp hair away from a face, she lifts her head off the pillow and presses her mouth to mine.

  “I just realized something,” she murmurs against my mouth.

  “What’s that?”

  “You’re a hero in the bedroom too.”

  Chapter Ten

  CPR Certified

  The ringing phone wakes me from my slumber and I keep my eyes closed, praying whoever is calling me hangs up and gives me another five minutes of sleep. Of course, that’s just wishful thinking on my behalf. I’m not a young woman recovering from a night of great sex. I’m a single mother who had to pull lots of strings to get a night alone with the man she’s been dating for a month—a man who just happens to have the patience of a saint and the body of a God.

  A moan sounds from the back of my throat as I blindly roll onto my side and pat the nightstand for the offensive device. My fingers fumble as I make a grab for it. With one eye open, I stare at the screen and see it’s my sister FaceTiming me. Normally, I wouldn’t engage with Amber without having at least two cups of coffee and especially not when I’m in a man’s bed, but she took Christopher for the night.

  I quickly sit up and force my eyes open as I accept the call. Forgetting I probably have the worst case of bed hair in history or that I’m wearing nothing but one of Jimmy’s t-shirts, I smile at my boy as his face appears.

  “Hi Mommy,” Christopher says, his little face squished against the screen. “Whatcha doing?”

  Leaning against the headboard, I steal a glance at Jimmy and find him in all his naked glory stirring beside me. Careful to keep the phone far away from him, I offer Christopher a smile.

  “I’m just getting up. What about you? Is everything okay?”

  “Aunt Amber burned the eggs,” he reveals. “Now, she’s trying not to burn the bacon too. When are you coming to pick me up?”

  I’m not sure how she survives on her own, my sister can’t make toast without burning it.

  “I’ll be there soon, baby,” I promise. “Why don’t you have a bowl of cereal and when I pick you up, I’ll take you for breakfast.”

  “Okay!” he says. “How was your trip?”

  “My trip?”

  “I heard Aunt Amber talking to grandma,” he explains. “She said with any luck you’d see stars. I thought that meant you were going to the moon.”

  I’m going to kill my sister.

  As I’m about to tell my son to ignore everything his aunt says, I feel Jimmy’s hand on my thigh. Turning my gaze to him, I take in the amused smirk on his face.

  “Did you see stars?” he whispers huskily.

  At the sound of his bedroom voice, I bite my lower lip to suppress a whimper. I thought seeing Jimmy in uniform was something to behold but, this, him naked with his salt and pepper hair all mussed, smiling at me with that sexy grin of his—well, let’s just say a woman can get used to this.

  Bringing my index finger to my lips, I motion to the phone.

  “Oh, Mommy, I’ve got to go. PJ Masks is on. Here’s Aunt Amber,” my little guy calls into the phone. Before I can tell him goodbye or assure him I didn’t take a trip to the moon, he drops the phone. A second later Amber’s face fills the screen and her eyes go wide.

  “Well, well, look at you,” she sing-songs. A shit eating grin spreads across her face and she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

  I really hate my sister.

  “Shut up,” I hiss, smoothing down my hair.

  “Please tell me you finally got Jimmy’s hose otherwise I’m not sure I can be your sister anymore.”

  I feel the heat spread to my cheeks as I grit my teeth and stare daggers at the screen.

  “Amber,” I seethe.

  “Where is he anyway?”

  “Good morning, Amber,” Jimmy says smoothly. Chancing a glance at him from the corner my eye, I watch him fold his hands behind his head with a smug expression on his handsome face.

  “He really is a hero,” Amber says. Tearing my eyes away from Jimmy, I look back at Amber and furrow my brows. “He saved your vagina from death.”

  Jimmy laughs as he rolls onto his side and runs his hand up my thigh. Bending his head his mouth finds my nipple through his shirt and a gasp slides past my lips.

  “Jimmy,” I whisper.

  “Get it Jimmy,” Amber cheers.

  Pushing him away, I lean the phone away from us and glare at my sister.

  “I’ll be there in an hour to pick up Christopher.”

  “Take your time,” she says. “You have five years of sex you need to make up for.” Robbing me of the satisfaction of hanging up on her, she disconnects the call. I really hope the revolving door to Amber’s bedroom shuts because if it does, I’m going to wreak as much havoc on her as she has done to me.

  God help the poor bastard who revives her vagina.

  Embarrassed by my sister’s brutal honesty, I drop the phone back onto the nightstand and force myself to meet Jimmy’s eyes.

  “Well, that was fun,” he says. The sly grin on his face reminds me of all the ways he revived me throughout the night.

  “My sister has no filter.”

  “I’m just glad I could be of service,” he teases. Sliding between my legs, he bends my knee and places a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Tell me, Melissa, did you see stars?”

  “Watch it, Jimmy,” I warn hoarsely as he continues to pepper my thigh with kisses. “Your head might not fit into your helmet anymore.”

  He smiles against my thigh before draping it over his shoulder. Lifting the hem of the t-shirt, he exposes my bare pussy to his eyes and a guttural groan escapes his lips.

  “It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says. Lowering his mouth, he uses his fingers to spread my lips and takes his time, lavishly licking me.

  “What are you doing?” I murmur. After last night, I know how this goes. It starts with oral and quickly escalates. Before either of us know it, we’ll be going at it for hours and multiple orgasms will be had by all. “I have to go.”

  “CPR,” he growls, sliding two thick fingers inside of me as his tongue finds my clit.

  “Jimmy,” I protest. “I really have to go.”

  My voice is weak even to my own ears and I instinctively throw my other leg over his shoulder as I thread my fingers through his hair. Cradling the back of his head, I lift my hips and start to ride his fingers and his tongue.

  He nips and sucks at the tiny bundle of nerves, unraveling me with every teasing motion as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. Keeping one hand on the back of his head, I lift the other to my breast and roll one of my nipples between my fingers.

  “Right there,” I moan. “Yes, God, yes,” I whimper as my hips buck and he crooks his fingers. My orgasm hits me hard and my body goes lax as I ride the wave. His fingers and mouth leave me, and my legs fall to the sides of him. Before I can come down from the high, he pushes his cock deep inside of me, hitting all the right places. Lift
ing my arms above my head, he drops his mouth to mine and swallows my moans, almost instantly bringing me to another orgasm.

  Jimmy continues to drive in and out of me mercilessly until we’re both panting and screaming one another’s name as we come. It’s in that moment, when he drops his weight and kisses my cheek, that I wonder how I’ve gone five years without the physical contact of a man. As much as I missed the orgasms, I missed having someone hold me and kiss me. I missed staring into someone’s eyes and knowing there was no place in the world either of us would rather be.

  That’s not saying it isn’t strange looking into Jimmy’s eyes or having him be the man that holds me. I never imagined I’d want anyone else in my life, that I would share this with anyone other than Chris and yet, here I am, in Jimmy’s bed wishing we had more time, wishing we had forever.

  While I may have allowed myself to move on, I’m not sure I’ll ever allow myself to believe in forever. Especially not with a man who risks his life every day he wakes.

  I don’t think—no, I know I can’t survive giving my heart to another man only to lose him again.

  “When can I see you again?” Jimmy asks, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger. Forcing the morbid thoughts to the back of my mind, I lift my hand to his cheek and stroke the five o’clock shadow covering his face.

  “What you really mean to ask is when can we spend the night together again isn’t it?”

  Bending his head, he gives my lips a quick peck before pulling out and rolling onto his back beside me. Taking my hand in his, he brushes his lips over my knuckles and stares at me.

  “That too.”

  “I’m not sure,” I answer honestly.

  “I have a busy week before school breaks for Thanksgiving.”

  Pausing for a beat, I cock my head to the side. We’ve only been seriously together for a month and now, the holidays are quickly approaching. Neither of us has mentioned our plans and I’m suddenly curious as to how Jimmy spends his holidays. Other than his daughters, he doesn’t speak much of family. If he has a pain in the ass sister like me, she’s not in his life nagging him like mine is and I never asked about his parents.