Shared by the Firefighters: An MFM Firefighter Novella

by Eddie Cleveland

Kelly shivers, but I don’t think she’s cold. “Well, then, what are you waiting for?” she purrs.

  I jump onto the bed and grab the can from Desi. He might want to lick it off her tits, but I’ve got other places to cover in the fluffy, sweet cloud of cream. I tilt the can and draw a thick circle all over her pussy. I can almost imagine the cherry on top as I hold her thighs open and dive in. My tongue laps up the whipped cream quickly and then gets to the real dessert, her clit.

  “Oh, fuck!” She gasps but doesn’t try to move away. Instead, Kelly throws her hands up over her head and closes her eyes as she relaxes on the bed.

  Desi is savoring her nipples, taking his time smearing the whipped cream over her and slowly licking it off. I’m taking a different approach. I thrust my tongue in past her lips and zero in on her sensitive nub, battering the edges of my tongue over it like a mob thug roughing up someone who owes him money. I don’t know what it is about her pussy, but I could eat her out day and night. I love the way she squirms as trembles of pleasure travel through her. I love the little noises she tries to contain but can’t. I love how she loses control and twists her head back when she cums on my tongue.

  It doesn’t take long. Kelly starts moaning and rolling her head back against the bed as I push her past the point of no return. Watching her get off, knowing I can make her cum like that, it makes me rock-hard.

  I stand up and frantically search the room for my clothes. We fucked in so many places last night, I’m not entirely sure where I left my pants. I spot them over in the corner and quickly paw through them until I find it. The foil packet I’ve kept safe in my wallet for a moment like this.

  “Now it’s your turn for a taste.” Desi climbs onto Kelly, straddling her shoulders so his cock is over her mouth as she lies on her back. He has the can of whipped cream and sprays a foamy layer over the head of his dick.

  So, maybe I wasn’t saving this condom for a moment exactly like this. I definitely never expected Desi to be part of it when I thought to put it in there, but still, I’m glad I did. I tear open the packet and roll the latex over my cock.

  Kelly sucks whipped cream off Desi’s dick hungrily. I watch for a moment, remembering how good it felt when she gave me a blow job yesterday. Her mouth was like heaven around my cock.

  I grab Kelly’s ankles and yank them up toward the ceiling until I have her legs pushing back against Desi.

  “Mmm,” she groans around his fat dick.

  “Is this okay?” I check to make sure.

  “Yes.” Her voice is suddenly clear. “Fuck me, Zach. I need you to fuck me,” she begs.

  “And I need you to suck this whipped cream off.” Desi covers himself with a new layer and Kelly opens her mouth wide to take his cock deep.

  Holding her ankles tight, I spread her legs and line my cock up with her glistening, bare pussy. I can see the beads of her desire dripping down her slit, inviting me to slide my cock deep inside. I push the tip in past her lips and don’t stop until I’m completely buried.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl. Her pussy squeezes down on my cock and catches me off guard. I need to take a second to breathe and get myself under control. I refuse to be some kind of two pump-chump, but I’d be lying if I said her pussy wasn’t good enough to turn me into one.

  I fuck her deep and my balls slap against the crack of her ass. I open her legs wider. When I thrust into her again, they slap against her asshole. I hold her legs under my control and pump my cock into her tight pussy hard.

  With Desi straddling her chest and me holding her legs, you’d think that we’re the ones controlling her. But Kelly is the one with all the power here. She has us wrapped around her little finger and she knows it.

  Desi moans as he cums in Kelly’s mouth. He moves off her and a bit of his cum dribbles down her lips. Once he’s out of the way, I lean forward, putting some of my weight on the back of her legs and really giving her a deep, full fuck.

  “Baby, you feel so good.” I reach out and brush her hair from her face. The room is filled with her little grunts and the sound of my balls smacking up against her ass.

  “Oh, my…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. Her voice is cut off with a garbled noise that sounds like a wild animal. She twists her hands up in the blankets and her eyes roll back in her head. Kelly’s pussy pulses tight around my shaft, taking me to the brink. I bury myself inside her as my cum fills the condom. I lean into her, kiss the tip of her nose, and then pull out.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

  “I never used to think so.” She opens her eyes and smiles. “Not until I could see myself the way you guys see me.”

  With her flushed cheeks and messy hair, she could be a portrait hung in a world-famous gallery for everyone to admire. I love that she’s just for us. That Desi and I are the only ones who get to share her.

  For a moment I admire her curves, her smile, the happy sparkle in her eyes. I could study her forever. But I blink back to reality and slide off the bed. The day is young. We still have pancakes to eat, a bed to buy, and much more fun to have.

  “Let’s get cleaned up,” I suggest, knowing full well after our group shower yesterday how that’s going to go.

  Kelly’s eyes twinkle mischievously. “Okay, on one condition,” she purrs.

  “Name it.”

  “We bring the whipped cream.”

  15

  Kelly

  We walk inside a huge mattress discount store and look around at the displays. Down the entire length of the store, there are just rows and rows of beds set up. Each one is staged like a tiny slice of a bedroom. All of them with headboards, footboards and nightstands. Some have carpets and rugs underneath. Some have laminate flooring and hardwood. There are a few with dazzling ceiling lights hanging over the beds. It’s as if each bed is in its own tiny world. You can almost picture the type of families, teens, women, and men who would inhabit each space and pick that style. I guess that was the whole point of the setup.

  “See.” Desi points to the area that’s clearly made up for teenagers. The glimpses of young adult novels stacked on bedside tables also carrying funky lamps with brightly designed shades is a dead giveaway that these beds are made for a younger crowd. “I told you your bed isn’t adult sized! Look.” He points accusingly at the size of the mattresses in that section. “It’s the same as those ones.”

  I laugh. It’s true my bed could definitely fit in there. “Okay, you got me. But that’s why we’re here, right? Now help me find something we can all fit on.” My eyes flicker over to the balding man dressed in tan pants and a blue sweater who’s approaching us. He looks a bit like my father, if Dad could ever get his act together, and he clearly heard my last comment. His familiar face is contorted with shock.

  Embarrassment creeps through me like a dark cloud of tea steeping out into hot water. At first, it’s just a small, concentrated splash inside my gut. But it soon spreads, sweeping out and turning everything black. I frown at the floor. “We should probably go,” I mumble.

  “What? Why?” Zach looks around for some kind of reason. “This place is perfect.”

  I peer up at the man who reminds me way too much of Dad and scan the look of disapproval cast across his face like a shadow rolling in over a full moon. The same feelings that have churned in my gut since I was a kid all come flooding back. Feeling like I’m not enough. Like every single thing I do could never make me a real person worthy of real love from my dad. I freeze in place as it hits me that I spent almost my entire life trying so hard to be someone my father could actually love. And I failed. Tears well up in my eyes as my cheeks burn bright. Heat rises up the back of my neck and I sniff at the thought that hits me like a slap in the face.

  I failed.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to look around?” Desi twists his head and looks down at me. “Hey, are you okay?”

  I glance up at the man who resembles Dad and slowly nod. “Yeah, I’m okay,” I reassure myself. My thoughts spin
out like tires caught in a rut. Random moments from my life, moments that I spent trying to please my father and failed, they spread around my mind like mud spraying off stuck tires.

  Enough.

  I won’t let him keep me stuck in that misery anymore. The smartest thing I ever did was move away from there. I’ve never been happier or more free since I packed up that moving truck and left. I’m not about to let him, or this stuffy salesman for that matter, make me feel bad about myself.

  So what if they don’t approve of me or my life? They aren’t the ones living it. I am.

  “You know what?” My voice is loud and unwavering. “You’re right. This place looks fine. Let’s go check out the beds. Come on, guys.” I tug each of their hands and lead them over to the king-sized displays.

  With Desi and Zach hot on my heels, I practically run over to the huge beds and dive onto one of them. I bounce against it as I get lost in my happiness. Because, guess what? I am happy. Finding not one but two guys who care about me, who want to worship my body and treat me like a queen, not to mention share me, it makes me truly happy. All my life I’ve fought for love and never got it. Now, I’ve got more love in my life than most people find in a lifetime. The only thing that could make all of this better is if I could only have a family of my own. Then my life would be perfect. Whoa. Maybe I should slow it down a bit.

  Love?

  Babies?

  I shouldn’t be thinking like this already.

  I glance over at the red-faced salesman. He’s watching us closely.

  You know what? Fuck that. Those thoughts make me happy. These men make me happy. And I’m done trying to be anything I’m not. I refuse to spend even one more day of my life giving away my joy.

  “Come on.” I sit up and hold out my hands. “How are we going to see if we can all fit on here if you don’t lie down?” I grasp the guys’ hands and tug them toward me. “Zach, lie here. No, on your back,” I direct him to my left.

  He lies on the mattress.

  “Okay and, Desi, see if you can stretch out on this side.” I pull him down.

  “It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than that tiny bed you’ve got now.” Desi sprawls out and wraps his arm around me.

  “Isn’t it?” I smile and stretch my arms wide. “Just think, after we all fuck, how nice this would be. No one would have to worry about falling on the floor or being squished into the wall. It would be perfect.”

  “Excuse me,” a curt voice cuts in. “Is there something I can help you with?” The man who’s been eyeing us like a hawk isn’t asking because he’s hoping to make a sale. He says it like he’s thinking about calling the cops but thought he’d try to diffuse the situation first.

  “Definitely.” I sit up and slide off the end of the bed, standing tall and proud. The guys each roll off and join me. “I’m looking for a bed big enough for both my boyfriends and me to be comfortable in. I think that one is a pretty good fit, but I’ll look around some more.” I casually walk away from the man who very well might be having a medical issue with breathing. The way his face just turned fifty shades of red, it makes me grin to put him in his place.

  “What about this one?” Zach points to another king-sized display and I grin.

  “I don’t know. How about we all lie down and check it out?” I throw myself down onto the bed and laugh, finally letting it all go. The worries that I’m not good enough. The anger that I wasn’t loved. All the negativity I’ve been carrying pulls free from the chains I’ve been keeping it trapped in my gut and it floats away.

  I’m finally happy. And there’s no one in this world I’ll let steal that away from me ever again.

  16

  Kelly

  The guys are gone. I can still smell the faint scent of their musk clinging to the pillows on either side of me. I have them turned lengthways on the bed and smooshed them up against my body. I was hoping it would help me sleep. That I could trick my mind into believing they were here with me, just having the pressure of the pillows against each side of me. But it isn’t working.

  I twist onto my back and let out a heavy sigh at the dark ceiling. With Zach and Desi back on shift, the night is longer. How is it that they feel so far away when they’re only next door? We spent nearly every single second of their days off together. They’ve been helping me set up my shop, cooking amazing meals for me and I’ve been finding a lot of creative ways to reward them for all their help.

  Who am I kidding? Fucking them all around my new house hasn’t just been a reward for them. It’s been an absolute gift to me. In the past few days we’ve contorted ourselves into just about every position possible. It’s amazing how flexible I am. I had no idea until I was being coaxed to twist and turn to take their cocks at the same time. It’s amazing how motivation works.

  I bite my short nails and think about how there’s still one thing I’ve been too nervous to try with them. I still haven’t been comfortable to try anal yet. I want to. I think about it a lot more than I should. I’ve even done some reading online about it. From what I’ve read, some women have the most intense orgasms of their lives with that position. Yet, every time I think I’m going to cast away my fears and give into my desires, I clam up. I still haven’t even told them about the bottle of KY I picked up and stored in my nightstand drawer.

  I like knowing it’s there and often imagine how we’d use it. I’ve fantasized about experimenting with both Zach and Desi back there. I know it’s something I want to give into, but the moment has to be right.

  Suddenly my ceiling flashes with red light. The siren interrupts my thoughts as the streaks of red bounce around my room wildly. I jump out of my new, huge bed and run to the window. It’s hard to tell in their gear who is who, but I watch with my heart racing as a bunch of men pile into the trucks and speed away.

  “Please let them come home safe.” I raise my eyebrows and look up at the ceiling.

  I’m not a religious girl. In fact, I gave up on prayer a long time ago. I was just a girl when God ignored my pleas to keep my mother with me. I kneeled at my bedside and clutched my hands together every single night, praying as hard as I could, begging really, for Him to spare my mom. I remember how tears would slide down my cheeks and stain my blanket as I tried to negotiate with God.

  “And I’ll do my chores every day. I’ll never complain about it. I’ll eat my vegetables and even do my best at school too. I promise, if you let me keep my mama, I’ll be a good girl for her. I’ll never make her angry or sad. I’ll just tell her she’s pretty and make her happy. Please, God. I love her so much.”

  I blink hard, pushing the memory away and try to swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat. No, prayers have never worked for me. Still, I can’t help but say a silent one now.

  There’s no chance I’m going to get back to sleep while they’re on a call. I’ll be wide awake just worrying the whole time. What I need is a distraction. I walk out of the bedroom and down to my pottery studio. It’s at the back of my shop. It’s closed off and quiet, and the perfect place to stop fretting for a bit and work out this nervous energy.

  I grab a hunk of clay from a box and slap it down onto the center of my wheel. It only takes a second to get a bowl of water and sponge and set it down. Easing down onto my stool in nothing but a shirt and underwear, I flick the motor on and begin dripping water down onto the mud. I watch the water glaze over the unformed clay and my heart rate drops back to normal.

  Carefully, I guide the slab up from the spinning base and form it into a column. Pressing down in the center, I open the clay and begin to push it down and wider. It spins hypnotically on the wheel and outside things like time and worries all slip away. I become focused as I manipulate the clay, making it form just the way I want it to.

  Finally, I’m satisfied with my work. I turn off the wheel and watch my creation come to a slow stop. In front of me is the beginnings of a beautiful mug. Once it dries a bit, I’ll add a handle and then the real fun will begin. I’ll ca
rve a design into the sides, revealing a picture that only I can see hidden beneath the surface. I’ll use my intricate tools to chisel a story.

  A flash comes to my mind as I realize what it will be. A mother, holding her newborn to her breast. A simple, peaceful smile on her lips. Just like my own mother once held me safe in her arms. Just how, one day, I’d love to hold my own child close.

  Are you sure you want to have a child with them?

  The unexpected thought startles me. I frown down at the floor, wondering where this is coming from.

  What if they respond to a fire and never come home? Then what are you going to do?

  I stand up abruptly, trying to free myself from the smothering thoughts. I have already lost someone so dear to me. And it killed a piece of me inside. Maybe getting involved with firefighters is setting myself up for more heartache and misery. Maybe it’s a mistake.

  “No!” I yell at my empty studio. “It’s not.”

  I walk to my window and watch with relief as the fire truck carrying the guys pulls back into the parking lot next door. They’re back. They’re safe.

  My feet are frozen in place as I watch the men drag gear into the firehouse. It’s true that I could lose one or both of them. Just like I lost my mother. But, if there’s anything I learned when Mama passed away, it’s that you never wish you hadn’t known the person who died. You just wish you had more time with them. Pushing away two amazing men who care about me just because they have a dangerous job is ridiculous. If anything, the fact they have a dangerous job should be a good reason to live and love hard.

  And part of living and loving hard, at least to me, is having babies. Giving that eternal gift of unconditional love to someone else is the best thing any of us can do. I know in my heart I’ll never feel fulfilled until I become a mother. Now there’s only one question, how do I ask the guys to give me a baby?