Double Heat: Menage Firefighter Romance MFM

by Vanessa Kinney

  Blake shakes his head. “No, we won’t.”

  Max pulls on them until the fabric rips from my body. He brings them up to his nose and smells them. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you, Rose.” His body shudders as he takes one more whiff of them.

  I press my head back against the pillow, countless moans and mutterings leaving my lips. I can’t control myself. I don’t know what to do with myself. They are taking control of every part of my body.

  Blake looks at me and turns to Max. “Maybe we should stop. We might be working her up too much.”

  “No. No.” I shake my head to his words. Don’t leave me. I need them. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I reach out and run my hands up and down Blake, taking him in.

  Blake takes my hand and curls my fingers at his briefs. “Are you sure, Rose? We can do this another time.” I know that he’s teasing me, but I shake my head.

  “No, I want you guys now.” I add a little oomph to my voice. “I need you both.” My nails run along his skin as I pull down on his briefs, his cock springing out.

  “Doesn’t look like she wants to stop,” he growls as I take his tip into my mouth. The saltiness of his precum overtakes my taste buds, making me groan with pleasure. He runs his hands through my hair and holds my head up, pressing his cock into the side of my cheek.

  “Fuck, you’re so warm,” he says. He shoves himself a little harder into me. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag. He’s much bigger than anything I’ve ever had before. Thicker, too.

  “Maybe I can cool you down with a couple licks,” Max says and pulls me down a little. My hips lurch higher into the air as his kisses make their way to my pussy. His tongue flicks out and touches my clit, my eyes shooting open. He laps at my pussy and I straddle him for a moment, trying to focus on pleasing both of them. He bites at my clit and takes it into his mouth. He swipes a couple times with his tongue before he sucks.

  My hips shoot up higher into the air. And Max is quick to push me down.

  “You’re not going anywhere until you feel better, Rose,” he mutters, my clit still in his mouth. Two of his fingers push at my entrance. I push against them and take them in. “You’re even hotter inside. This is getting serious.” He hits at g-spot. Over. And over.

  “You really need to try this,” Blake says as he strokes into my mouth. He holds the back of my head in place as his cock moves down my throat. His girth stretches me apart, breaking me into a dozen pieces as his counterpart plays with my clit.

  I’ve never been treated like this before. Nobody’s done this to the Mayor’s daughter. Every guy I’d ever been with kept it vanilla. This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

  “And you need to taste this.” Max swipes at my clit and sucks on my juices. “I can’t get enough of her.” He hits the spot inside and I lose control of my body. My hands fall to my side and grip hard on the sheets. I let them have their way with me. More than before.

  There is a tightness in my stomach. Each time they move their hands around me, it tightens a little harder like a coil. I hold my breath and push my body into the mattress.

  “Fuck, I can’t take this anymore,” Blake grunts and his thrusts grow less rhythmic. “I’m going to finish in your tight little mouth. Are you ready, Rose?”

  I nod.

  I move my tongue underneath his cock. I’m more than ready for him.

  I crave him.

  His cum hits the back of my throat and his body shakes. I suck every drop of him as Max hits my spot. My own orgasm rolls through my body. I can’t take it anymore. Both our bodies shudder and Blake pulls out of my mouth.

  We’re all exhausted by the end. Max takes a spot on my right and Blake on the other. They press their hard bodies against me. I feel like the vanilla in an ice cream sandwich.

  Max takes his hand and places it on my forehead. “Her fever is falling. Looks like she got what she wanted,” he laughs.

  7

  Blake

  One day.

  That’s how long it takes me to forget about a girl. Her name is out of my mind. And I can barely remember what she looks like.

  That’s all it takes for me to go on to the next girl. Never getting locked down on any of them. None of them meant anything before.

  At least, that’s how it usually worked until Rose. I haven’t had much luck getting her out of my mind. It’s been well over a week since I last saw her and her name is still the first thing that pops into my head in the morning.

  It’s driving me insane. I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t have anyone to talk about this shit with. I can’t tell Max because he’ll just make fun of me, — at least, that’s what I think. We’ve never been ones to share anything about ourselves.

  Every day I go to the gym. Hoping that pumping enough weight will let me forget about her. But it doesn’t work that way.

  Every time I step inside the locker room I think of her. It’s like I can smell her sweet fragrance. If I close my eyes I can see that surprised look on her face. And it gets me harder than I can handle.

  Part of me hopes that I run into her. Or she falls into my lap. I need another chance with her.

  This is new territory for me. Never in my life have I been this obsessed with a girl. The longest I can keep interest in someone is a week. All I’ve done is share a couple sentences with Rose, yet I can’t seem to get her out of my head.

  That doesn’t seem to matter with Rose. Every time I close my eyes or do anything to distract myself, I always end up thinking of her. I’ve jerked off to her image more times than I can count. Sometimes, that’s enough to forget about a girl. To hold back the temptation.

  Not with Rose.

  Nothing about this girl is normal. I can’t get those sweet, light brown eyes of hers out of my head. That clueless smile as she looks at my cock before hiding behind those small hands of hers. I can almost feel her petite body in my hands.

  And it’s driving me bonkers.

  I press the elevator button, my eyes scanning the weight room behind me. I’ve got my backpack draped over my shoulder. Wearing the same clothes from that night, hoping that it will make me more recognizable to her.

  I do one final scan of the room when the elevator bell dings. I let out a sigh of defeat and wait for the doors to open.

  My mouth almost drops. If she were looking, she would see me grabbing it off the floor.

  There she is in all her glory. Her hair is back in a bun and she’s wearing a simple black jacket with tight pencil skirt. That doesn’t matter to me. She could be wearing a trash bag and to me she’d be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  I can’t believe my dumb luck. How does the saying go? Things revel themselves when you least expect or something like that. Right now, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

  She hasn’t noticed that it’s me yet. Her eyes are on her phone, texting someone. Someone named Frank Collins.

  I want to take the phone and chuck it against the wall. I stop myself and shake my head.

  What the fuck is wrong with me? I hardly know the girl and I’m getting jealous of her texting some guy.

  This isn’t like me. I don’t get jealous of what another girl does. That’s how it usually works.

  But not with Rose.

  I get close to her, our shoulders brushing against each other. I lean over until my lips are inches away from her ear. She still hasn’t noticed yet. “Hey there, sweet cheeks?” I whisper.

  Rose jumps into the air, the phone flying out of her hands. She reaches for it and it fumbles the catch. I reach out a hand and grab it as it slips through her fingers. I hold it to my side and Rose opens her mouth to say something, looks at me, and stops.

  Her cheeks turn a rosy red and she turns her head to the side trying to cover it up. It’s the cutest shit that I’ve ever seen, but I won’t say it out loud. That’s not how I roll.

  At this point, I don’t even know how I roll anymore. A week ago, the word cute wasn’t ev
en in my damn vocabulary.

  “Can you give me my phone?” She reaches for it, but I hold it above her head. Her hands fly up and nearly grab it from my hand. She’s quicker than she looks.

  I hold back a laugh. She’s so adorable.

  Adorable? Really?

  “That’s all you have to say to me? I thought we had a moment back there in the locker room.” I tap the phone against my chin and think about her pressed against my body.

  Rose stares at me and crosses her arms together. She leans to one side, letting her left knee jut out from underneath her skirt. The light from the elevator makeS her eyes shimmer. My cock quivers as she pouts in my direction.

  “I don’t want anything to do with you. Now give me back my phone.” She jumps into the air again, her fingers touching the underside of the phone. Almost. Her body flies forward and hits mine.

  For a split moment, I can feel her breasts against my chest. Her hands brace herself against my chest. They linger there for a moment too long. She runs them along my stomach, biting on her bottom lip.

  “You obviously want nothing to do with me,” I laugh as her hands shoot away from me. She pulls herself away and gives me the nastiest look I’ve ever seen, but she still manages to make it look adorable.

  “I don’t want anything to do with you,” she reiterates and moves away with me. I take a moment to take her in. The dress that hugs the side of her curves. She runs a hand behind her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders.

  How I would love to grab onto that hair as I’m pounding her from behind. I might be crazy for this girl, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t fuck her until she can’t talk. The thought of ramming my cock between those thick legs is what’s been keeping me going.

  I let out a strangled breath and fight an urge from deep inside me. My cock jolts against the inside of my thighs, telling me to go for it. Usually, I’m one to think with my dick, but something tells me that won’t work with Rose.

  I need to fight the urge. The urge to press the emergency button and push her against the reflective doors. Her eyes looking at me as I hike the shirt over those sweet cheeks of hers. My fingers pulling down at her wet panties, feeling the warmth between her legs. I know that she wouldn’t fight me. Not with how she was looking at me and feeling me up.

  The elevator dings and I can’t believe my fucking luck.

  “I’m at my floor. Can you give me my phone?” She holds out her hand, not looking over at me. At least, trying and failing horribly. She gives me side way glances, her eyes falling down to my waistline every other glance.

  “This is my floor,” I say and get off. I walk away from her and grab my keys out of my pocket.

  “It is not. Don’t lie to me,” she blurts out and follows behind me. “Is this some trick so you know where I live?” She tilts her head to the side when I turn to look at her.

  I take out my keys and dangle them in front of me. “No, this is my floor. And it doesn’t look like you’re going to get away from me anytime soon, sweet cheeks.” I walk to the back of the hall and unlock my door. Her eyes almost pop out as she watches the door open.

  “This is your floor,” she says with realization. She walks over to me and leans against the door frame, her eyes trying to peek inside. “Can I have my phone now?”

  “Sure thing, sweet cheeks.” I hold the phone out in front of me in my palm. She reaches for it and I close my hand over hers.

  “Let go,” she yells, pulling away from my grip.

  “I’ll let go if you give me a kiss,” I say. This is a Hail-Mary kind of play. The kind that can go bad really quick, but I can’t hold back anymore. I need to take a risk. Something to get myself under control.

  “Like hell I’m going to kiss you.” She looks at my lips, bites down on hers, and her cheeks flush. She’s a horrible liar.

  I grab hold of the doorknob and inch inside my apartment, Rose fighting with me for her phone. “Is that your final answer?” I ask.

  She gives up on fighting me and turns away from me, forgetting that I’m holding onto her hand. My arm curls around her and I pull her in, her back against my chest. Her plump ass moves against my waist. I shudder at the touch of her body.

  She looks up at me, her lips out. “Fine,” she says and closes her eyes. Her mouth opens a little and her lips pucker together, waiting for me.

  I lower myself and take in her smell. I hold myself there for a minute and let go of her hand. I close the door before she realizes what’s going on.

  I watch her open her eyes through the peep-hole. She looks at the phone in her hand and back at the door with confusion. She runs a hand through her hair, bites down on those plump lips of hers, and lets out a sigh. She grips her phone a little harder and walks down the hallway. She opens the door at the opposite end of the hallway and steps inside, not before taking one last look at my door.

  Always have to leave them wanting more.

  8

  Rose

  “Miss Collins, are we almost there?” Steven asks for the fifth time. For some reason, he needs an update every ten minutes despite us not moving very far. This is New York traffic, after all.

  “Only ten minutes away,” I say, holding my best smile.

  “Would you leave her alone,” Dwayne chirps up. “Can’t you see that we’ve barely moved since the last time you asked that question?” He was always my favorite Blaze Brigade recruit. I have to hold back laughter.

  It takes another twenty minutes before we get there. And Steven asks about it at least four more times. Some days are harder than others, but I try to remind myself that I’m doing this for a good cause.

  After the charity event, Station 69 offered to give us a tour of their fire station. Alex laughed her ass off when she found out the number. I can still hear her words: “Maybe, they can help you get laid.”

  That is the furthest thing from my mind when it comes to the Blaze Brigade. And there was no way that I could turn this down. Especially when it was free and the kids have been asking for a field trip for months now. Anything to get them out of the school’s basement and show them around the city.

  Lucky for us, Station 69 is downtown.

  “Remember to be on your best behavior. I want us to get invited back next year,” I yell as the doors to the bus swing wide open. I give Larry, our bus driver, a nasty look as the kids rush out. I wasn’t finished with my spiel and all the kids are already out in front of the fire station. Larry shrugs his shoulders and goes back to reading his book. He’s probably tired of having us on the bus. It’s quieter that way and I don’t blame him.

  There are two gigantic fire trucks out on display for the kids to see. An American flag waves from the front of them. The red paint pulls the kids in like mosquitos to a flame.

  “Don’t touch them,” I blurt them out as Dwayne gets a little too close to the firetruck. He shoots me a look and rolls his eyes.

  Someone is supposed to be meeting us here. I’d forgotten to get the name from the secretary when I left. I doubt it’ll take long for someone to come out when there are ten kids running around and screaming in the station.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” a voice says behind me. Chills run down my spine. It’s a deep and dark voice. One that pulls me instantly to him. I turn around and my heart almost stops.

  Sergeant Max Johnson. I bring a hand to cover my gaping mouth. To say I am surprised to see him here was an understatement.

  He looks around at the kids running and smiles. “Thought you guys could use a field trip. My bosses loved the idea of it,” he says. He’s not wearing his usual decorative uniform. Just a white dress shirt with a name tag and pin on his right breast pocket. Dark blue dress pants that hug his legs and a black leather belt that’s pulled back to the last loop.

  “It’s not polite to stare, Miss Collins,” Jody blurts behind me and pulls on my hand.

  I shake my head and bring myself back to reality. Thankful to have Jody break me out of Max’s spell and embarrass me at the
same time. “You’re right, honey,” I say. The rush of heat to my face is much stronger than before.

  All I can think of is the night of the charity. How he came to my rescue and asked for nothing in return. Alex’s voice chirps up in my head: “You should find a way to repay him.” I let my eyes roll down his body and I can almost make the outline of his shaft.

  Max kneels next to Jody, throwing a smirk to me at his way down. “Do you want to see the inside of the fire truck, sweetie?” he asks.

  Jody nods her head rapidly and the other kids fall in line at his words. He takes her hand from mine and opens the door to the truck. He hoists her inside and puts a headset on her tiny head. It slides down her head and onto her lap.

  “Press that button right there,” Max says and Jody leans over and with all her strength pushes the big red button. The horn on top of the truck goes off and my hands fly up to my head. She holds it a little longer and when she lets go, the kids scream around me in excitement. At least a couple decibels higher than the truck’s horn.

  “I hate you,” I mouth to Max who’s laughing his ass off. He shrugs his shoulders and tells Jody to move over as he picks Steven off the ground. It takes him at least ten minutes to go through all the kids, each of them wanting their own chance at blowing the horn. Never getting tired of the loud and strong sound that comes out. Always cheering together.

  None of this bothers me. It gives me an opportunity to take Max in. He’s pretty good with kids, better than any other guy I’ve seen. Most guys I’ve seen run in the opposite direction when it comes to kids. Max seems to take it in stride. Almost like he’s enjoying it.

  “Who here wants to see where the firemen sleep?”

  All the kids shoot their hands up into the air and follow behind in a straight line. I can’t believe how well behaved they are. They are listening to everything that I’ve said, even though it seems like they could care less.

  The tour of the firehouse takes bout an hour. When we are done, Max takes us to the back yard, where a bunch of firemen are grilling hot dogs and burgers for the kids. All their little eyes shine when they see the mountains and mountains of food.