by Nicole Casey
As soon as he leaned back, I moved into my own position. I dropped my knees onto the floor and it fell with a very loud thump. I wanted to taste him again. I grabbed onto his underwear and ripped it off of him, then drew my face nearer to him, allowing me to inhale his masculine scent. My chest and stomach tightened up.
My mouth was salivating for him. My lips were trembling with desperation as I reached out and flicked the tip of his penis and he growled at the movement. Max grunted so loudly that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped my lips around him, drawing him into the back of my throat. It stayed there as I sucked with every bit of energy I could muster. His sweet and salty taste that laced my tongue was incredible.
He grabbed onto my head and I nibbled lightly, causing him to move in my mouth and gasp from the slight pain it caused. I slid my lips up and down him, moving my fingers down to stroke his balls as I went. From the satisfied cry that expelled from his lips, I knew he liked that.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, wiggling underneath me and grasping firmly onto me, so I could exceed all expectations. “You drive me…crazy,” he moaned, tossing back his head and letting out the enthusiasm. My fingers massaged his balls as I moved faster and faster until eventually, I figured he would shoot his load into my mouth, but that didn’t happen. He grabbed my head and yanked it off of him.
I stared at him, confused and still dying to get back to where we left off.
“Not yet!” he gasped. “I want to try something first.” His face was a mix of pain and joy.
Even though I didn’t want to stop, I certainly would allow his way. I sent him a wicked smile and a wink, showing him that I could cooperate. If this was the start of the rest of our lives together, then I wanted everything to stay on the right track. I still had a lot of making up to do, as well.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Climb on your hands and knees,” he told me. His words were forceful, but I liked that.
I did as he asked, acting like I was totally cool with the situation, but in all honesty, my heart was pounding furiously. The last time we were together, I was inside of him… now it appeared that the roles were going to be reversed and it was thrilling, but also terrifying.
I felt my trousers and underwear slide down. Max touched his hands to my chest, then they slowly moved down and he touched my stomach. All the while, I felt his hot breath against the back of my neck. My heart hitched and I grabbed onto the first thing I could, the leg of a chair. His hands went down to my erection, to which I groaned and let all my air escape.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted loudly as he moved his hand up and down my shaft in a fast and fluent motion. He seemed to already know the expert way to touch my body, which had millions of sensations flying through my body, so many that I barely even noticed as he entered me from behind. My body jerked and I screeched.
“Oh my God, Max!”
His thrusts into me felt incredible, as did his handy work. He moved in and out of me, leaving me reeling with pleasure. He stroked my cock, causing me to groan as he grinded harder and harder against my ass. He grabbed onto my balls and rubbed them gently in his palm and I shivered underneath him. This feeling was even better than the first time and it wasn’t even just because I was the one getting opened up from behind.
The last time we were together, it was hot and passionate, spur of the moment, thrilling and exciting… this time we were solidifying our connection, turning into something even more real. This was deeper, more powerful, and that made the chemistry stronger, the sensations harder, and the enjoyment so much more.
The waves of bliss shattered through my body, causing my arms and legs to give way beneath me, I collapsed to the floor, my breath raspy. I was lying in a heap on the floor, but it was with the man of my dreams wrapped around me, and that was the best feeling in the world. He plowed into me and I opened my mouth and bit back the cry that wanted to escape.
He rocked his hips against me and I heard him moving behind me, then he spoke these words. “I’m glad you came back,” he panted breathlessly into my ear, his thundering pulse rate and wholly satisfied body as weak as mine now. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t.” He fell on top of me and released a thunderous groan that shook his whole body and mine. He collapsed around me and I heard a chuckle billowing inside of him.
I was at my highest of highest and as he pulled from me, I turned over, so I was lying directly under him and he was on top of me. His smile was evident as he looked lovingly into my eyes. “Well I’m glad you gave me a chance,” I whispered.
I reached up and touched his ear lobe, then leaned up and kissed him. I pulled him down on top of me, feeling my erection prominently confirming that the need was still there. A warmth spread across my chest as we kissed, the romance of the situation making me happy.
This was deeper now. It was more than just about sex, and I loved that it’d progressed to that stage already.
“You won’t regret it. I promise you that,” I told him, as I moved back in for another earth-shattering kiss. His hands lazily drifted down the side of my body, then he rested his palms on my ass and held me firmly in his grasp.
“Oh, I already am,” he whispered while smirking at me. “But I suppose I can put up with you for a little while longer. Just no more games.” He kissed my chin and I closed my eyes to the soft and sensual feel of his mouth on my skin.
“Oh God,” I mumbled. That reminded me a little of a joke we’d had over the weekend, and I wanted to remind Max that although there were some definite dark times to the time we shared together, we had enjoyed some fun, too.
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” I pulled back and his eyes widened in shock. He then laughed and shook his head.
I didn’t mind living it down though, not if I got to be with Max.
Epilogue
Max
“Yes, Sally,” Bryant chuckled happily into the phone. “The one from the wedding, that’s the one I’m dating now.” He was much happier with his life now that he was closer to his sister, which made me really happy. There was nothing I liked better than seeing Bryant smile.
“Yeah, things are going really well, thank you. I know, you’ll have to meet him properly now that you’re back from your honeymoon.”
I rubbed the small box in my pocket, waiting for Bryant to get off the phone so I could finally ask him the question that was plaguing my mind. Sure we’d only been together for a short while, but I knew what I wanted and Bryant did too. We didn’t need to be together for a long period of time to know that we were ready to take that next big step. This was the man of my dreams, and as it seemed I was his too.
“Anyway Sally, I need to go okay? Speak soon.”
As soon as he clicked the phone off, I jumped up from my seat, an eagerness coursing through my veins, but before I could even begin to get a word in edgeways, Bryant got there first.
“So, Max, I’ve been waiting to see you all day. I have something to talk to you about.”
“You do?” I furrowed my eyebrows and allowed my hand to fall away. There was something important shining in his eyes, and I couldn’t help being curious. “Okay sure… shoot.”
“Well, you know how you gave me your book to read recently?” I nodded, the memory of me handing my life’s work over still fresh in my mind. He hadn’t mentioned it to me since then, but I knew it could take a long time to read. “Well, I finished it a few days ago and it’s absolutely the best thing I’ve ever read in my life.”
“It is?” Oh my God, was he being serious? It was okay. I liked it, but I never would say that it was incredible. My heart was skipping about in my chest, almost making me forget what I had to say myself.
“Yes, so I took it to a guy I know, one who works for a literary agent and his boss wants to sign you.”
“You what? Did I actually hear that right? Are you mad?” I sounded angry for some reason, but actually I was over the moon. “That’s incredible news.”
I fell backward onto the chair, my breaths coming out ragged and labored. This was all too much, every aspect of my life, every part of it that had been wrong was all coming together. I had to be the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
“Thank you so much,” I finally managed to get out. “That’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“Your meeting is Monday, so I can come with you if you want.”
I stared at him happily, heat traveling up and down my body. Meeting Bryant had been chaotic, but now he was my rock. Despite the fact that some of the circumstances of us coming together wasn’t necessarily ideal, now it was perfect.
Which reminded me…
“Oh yeah, Bryant, I have something to ask you too.” I tugged the box from my pocket and watched as his eyes widened in a terrified shock. “Don’t worry, it isn’t what you’re thinking, there’s no need to panic. I might love you, but I don’t think it’s time for us to have our own big white wedding just yet.”
“Okay, yeah,” his voice sounded weak. I couldn’t help but laugh at how much I’d freaked him out. “Right.”
I clicked open the box to reveal the key inside. “Now, I would love for you to move in with me, but just in case that’s a bit much, I would just like you to be able to let yourself in whenever you want. I love you, and I adore hanging out with you. You know for a fact that I would have you around every single night…”
“This is amazing,” he gasped, his eyes glinting with happiness. “You’re giving me a key, I’m so touched.” Then I watched as he slowly removed his keys from his pocket. He clicked the one I gave him on, and he took another one off for me. “This is my spare key too, so you’re always welcome in my house as well.”
My heart burst with happiness. I felt even more connected to Bryant than before. This was the best relationship that I’d ever had, and I could only see it going upwards forever.
“I love you so much,” I declared, pulling him in for a hug as he handed me the key. “You really are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“I love you too,” he kissed me lightly, sending my heartbeat into a flurry. “And I never want to let you go.”
With that I felt the hole in my life refilling. I had the perfect man by my side, the start of my brand new career, a happiness that I always assumed was out of my reach.
Everything felt perfect.
The End
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Read an Excerpt from Hot Flash
About Hot Flash
Give him your latest novel, Ariana says. It’ll be the best way to thank him, she says.
Yeah. If only it were that easy.
After all, Dylan is a firefighter who runs into burning buildings to save lives. It’s how I met him—and how, after a freak accident at my apartment complex, he saved my life.
What could he ever see in a guy like me, who’s little more than a writer who sits in front of his computer all day?
I guess Ariana is right.
There’s only one way to find out if he’s interested.
Chapter One
Smoke.
I smelled smoke.
My initial reaction was to roll over and simply fall back asleep—to return to the post-haze of dream during which time I had been running out of a burning building—but when the fire alarm went off, causing the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck to rise, I knew something was wrong.
“FIRE!” I heard my parrot screech from the living room. “FIRE!”
Fire?
Where?
It couldn’t be—not here, not in this apartment.
But all the smoke—
It took only a fraction of a second for me to bolt from the bed and make my way into the other room—where Scottie, the Amazon red-crowned parrot, was screeching up a storm.
“Fire! Fire! Fire!” the bird screamed, frantically flapping his wings inside the cage as if the currently nonexistent flames would consume him at any moment.
“I know,” I replied, trying my hardest to keep calm while my parrot continued to scream bloody murder. “Everything’s going to be all right. Everything—”
“FIRE!”
The parrot was reduced to hysterics in but a moment, his screams piercing the near-quiet of the night and causing my ears to ring. Panic pumped through my bloodstream—both at the sound of my pet’s distress and because I could not find the source of the fire—and as such caused me to lose track of time. Moments seemed like minutes, minutes like hours. Desperation took hold as I fumbled for the latch that opened his cage, then as I reached in to grab him.
“NO NO NO NO NO!” the bird screeched. “NO NO NO NO NO!”
“It’s okay, Scottie,” I said, taking hold of the parrot and pulling him close to my chest as I made my way toward the apartment’s front door. “Everything’s going to be fine. Everything—”
“FIRE!”
I recoiled as a plume of smoke belched from underneath the front door.
Fire—
Fire—
Outside the door.
How were we supposed to escape if we couldn’t even get out the front door?
Unless—
I swallowed a lump in my throat as I turned to the nearby window. The fire escape was there, tempting me with its unholy passage, its trembling heights. I knew little of its condition or how well-maintained it had been over the past few years of my residency, but regardless, I couldn’t bother to wait.
After tightening my hold on Scottie, I made my way to the window, wrenched it open, and set the bird on the balcony outside. “Stay,” I urged.
“Fire!” the bird screamed.
“The fire’s not gonna get you out here,” I replied, trying my hardest to remain calm. “I have to grab one more thing. Okay?”
“Fire!”
I tried to contain the blossoming panic in my chest as I turned and made my way to the nearby dining room table, whereupon my laptop—complete with all the writing I had ever written—sat. I instantly grabbed it and made my way toward the window—where Scottie, desperate as ever, flapped his wings and instantly stepped up onto my finger before frantically crawling up my T-shirt and onto my shoulder.
“Go!” the bird said.
“I’m going,” I replied, looking down at the stairs below me.
I couldn’t believe it—could absolutely, one-hundred-percent not believe it. I was on top of the fourth-story fire escape and was expected to crawl down with both my parrot on my shoulder and my laptop under my arm? How was I going to do this?
Rather than debate on how I would accomplish the goal, I decided to take the incentive and began to make my way down the metal stairs. Barefoot and only in my pajamas, Scottie on my shoulder and my gleaming white laptop under my arm, I shivered as a quick gale came up and stirred the white-blonde hair atop my head.
Though I could not see where exactly the fire had started, I deduced it had occurred somewhere on the fourth floor, as the further down I went, the clearer the air became. An enormous relief lifted from my chest as I realized we were out of immediate danger, but the further down we went, the more I began to dread potentially falling off the fire escape.
The stairs—they were rocking.
The frame—it was shaking.
The metal beneath my feet, rusted as it was, looked ready to burst at any—
I had just pressed my foot down onto the next step when the next section of the fire escape gave out below me.
“Shit!” the parrot screamed. “Shit!”
“Scottie!” I cried, more out of the habit of disciplining him for swearing than anything. I stumbled back and landed with enough force to jar my tailbone and stir tears from my eyes.
The bird continued to chorus No no no no no! as above us the fire continued to burn, as the flames quickl
y consuming the fourth floor began to encroach upon my apartment.
All my clothes, I thought. All my stuff.
I shook my head.
I couldn’t start worrying about material possessions now. Besides—they were mostly books. Lots of books. Thousands of dollars worth of books that I’d collected over the course of the past ten years, books signed by authors who were dead or retired or otherwise indisposed.
I shook my head, then, as the sound of approaching sirens began to draw near. “Hear that?” I asked Scottie, cupping my free hand to my ear as I adjusted the laptop in my grasp. “That’s the firemen. They’re going to come and save us.”
“Now!” the bird cried.
I hope, I thought to add, but didn’t, less I terrify both myself and the bird.
Below, the dilapidated fire escape continued to shift, groan, bend as the corroded metal morphed and snapped. Then it fell—hard—to the alleyway below, creating a cacophony of sound that caused people watching from across the street to turn their heads.
“Help!” Scottie cried.
“Are you all right?” a woman in a winter coat called.
“We’re trapped up here!” I called back. “We can’t get down!”
“No no no no, no no no no!”
I cupped my hand to Scottie’s body and drew him close to my neck in an effort to both calm and warm him. Eventually, his screams faded, turned to whines, then sobs resembling that of a toddler. I couldn’t help but shed a nervous tear myself over the predicament we were in.
If the fire continued to spread—if it jumped floors and started to burn through the third and second passages—then there would be absolutely nothing we could do.
The sound of the approaching fire truck was enough to stir me from my thoughts. I watched the massive red vehicle as it made its way down the road and toward the apartment complex—hoping, to God, that they would hurry and save us before it was too late.