Double Heat: Menage Firefighter Romance MFM

by Vanessa Kinney

  He hits my spot over and over, my clit in his mouth. The world crashes around me. My stomach tightens and releases over and over. There’s a sharp buzzing in my ears and I fall back onto his table.

  I can’t focus on anything. I can’t talk. I can’t see or listen.

  I just concentrate on breathing. I don’t want to faint and miss any part of this. Wild mutterings leave my lips. Nothing that makes sense, but Max never stops.

  Eventually, he pulls away and comes to my side. I can see him move over me, but I can’t make him out. I’m too tired to do anything else. I can’t move my feet or hands.

  I can barely think for myself.

  There’s a roar over the loudspeakers that gives me enough energy to jolt upright.

  “Engine 2 and 3 are docking at the station. Engine 2 and 3 are docking at the station.”

  Max buttons up his white shirt and fixes his hair in the mirror. “I need to be out there for them. Get a status report. You stay here and relax.” He walks over to my side and runs his fingers up the inside of my legs, looking at his handiwork. He touches at my pussy one last time before turning toward the door. “Nobody is going to bother you in here.” He smirks down at me and shuts the door behind him.

  14

  Blake

  Anger.

  That’s the only emotion that’s running through me right now. I look over to Max, who’s giving me the biggest grin of his life. I grab my duffel bag off the ground. I can’t believe that he got Rose before I could. I clench and unclench my fists over and over, trying my hardest not to go over there and beat that grin off his face.

  “Don’t think too much on it.” Max shrugs his shoulders and leans against the countertop, pretending like it’s no big deal.

  “I don’t believe that you got with her,” I say. It’s the only thing that I can come up with, even though I know the truth.

  “Oh, believe it. Looks like she chose the better man in the end.” He smirks at me before jumping down on the couch and turning the TV on.

  I take a step forward and unclench my hands. I want to strangle him right now. I should have been the one to get with Rose. I haven’t felt this way about another girl ever. I stop several feet from the couch and take a deep breath to calm myself.

  “I’m going to the gym,” I answer with a bit of rage. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

  “I don’t think you’re going to get what you need there,” Max shouts.

  “Fuck off.” I slam the door behind me and head for the elevator. I steal a glance toward her apartment.

  There’s another emotion running deep inside of me. One that’s been rearing its head more and more lately. Ever since I’ve started competing with Max for her attention.

  Jealousy.

  Max’s smirk comes to mind.

  Fuck this. I’m not going down without a fight.

  I huff my way toward her door and knock. I’m not going anywhere until she answers. I’ll wait here until she gets back from work or goes to work. I need to know why and I won’t leave until she tells me. I slam my fist on the door one more time before Rose opens it a crack.

  “Blake?” She opens the door a little more and looks at me. Rose leans against the door in a white robe that hugs her body, giving way to her silky legs underneath. Her hair is up in a knot and there’s not an ounce of make up on her face. Yet she looks more beautiful than the last time I saw her. “What are you doing here?”

  My legs shake for a second before I get them in order. This is the moment of truth. I need to prove to her that I’m still in the running. That I still want her to be mine. Here and now.

  I bite down on my lip. Only one thought swims to the forefront of my mind. It flows from my lips before I can stop myself.

  “I need you,” I mutter under my breath. I reach out and take hold of the side of her waist and pull her into me. Her lips part as she crashes against me. Her hand holds onto my chest like she’s at the top of a rollercoaster ride and about to glide down. Those big, brown eyes look up at me timidly.

  My cock throbs between my legs. All I want is for her lips to be wrapped around my shaft and those big, doe-like eyes to be looking at up me when she’s on her knees.

  “What do you—“

  One hand behind the crook of her back and the other holds the back of her neck. I slam my lips into her. I can’t breathe, that’s how good she tastes.

  Her lips don’t move. Not at first. Her body goes limp in my hands and I hold her up, just like the first time we met. I love that she gets weak knees around me. At least; I know that I still have an effect on her.

  That I might still have a chance.

  Her hands go to my side and feel up my bare arms. Her hands roam up to my shoulders and she works them around, down the center of my chest. She’s clinging onto my workout shirt as her knees bump together like chattering teeth in the winter cold. She slips her hands underneath my shirt and runs them along my six-pack, feeling each and every ripple.

  I take a step forward and she follows my lead. Her apartment is small and cozy. I eye a couch in the corner of the room and decide that’s going to be the battlefield.

  As we make our way across the apartment, our lips never stop moving. The smacks and breaths echo inside the small apartment. Our tongues fight like two swords in the midst of battle. Each trying to make headway in something that doesn’t matter. Either way I still win. I get to feel her and touch every bit of her.

  “I want you,” I growl and toss my shirt off. She looks at me, biting on the side of her lip. The TV behind me shines and illuminates her eyes, giving her a soft sparkle. A woman screams behind the TV and I drown it out. The only thing I want to hear is Rose calling out my name as I pleasure her. “I need you right now,” I repeat.

  That’s the only thing on my mind. That’s the only thing that I can think of. I’m like a caveman and I can feel my prehistoric needs come forward as I think of being with her.

  I need to show her that she’s made the wrong choice. That I can please her in more ways than she can imagine. That at the end of the day, all she’ll need is me.

  I take a step toward her and she takes a step back, her foot hitting the couch. She turns to look at it, giving me enough time to pounce onto her. I push her down onto the couch and I’m on the attack, my weight on top of hers. “Are you alone?” I growl into her ear.

  She nods.

  “Good.” I take a bite of her neck and let her taste linger on my lips. I grab the knotted strap at her waist and undo it. I part it only in the middle and let the tip of my fingers wander. I give her a soft kiss before I work my way down the side of her neck.

  I resist the urge to rip the robe off her body. I want this to be slow and sensual. To have her remember every bit of my touch and have her begging for me.

  I follow the outline of her robe that covers her plump breasts. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier, her hands pressing down on my shoulders. I pull her robe to the side and one of her breasts pops out, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  A small, round, and hard nipple greets me. I grab her breast and it fits perfectly into my enormous hands, and I knead it. Her head slinks back into the couch cushion, her mouth open. I take my thumb and index finger and gently rub her nipple. I twist and pull it, watching to see which she loves more.

  “Oh, Blake,” she moans as I pinch her nipple between my fingers. I squeeze it and bring my tongue down at its tip, flicking side to side. Her taste and squirming makes me give in and I take her breast into my mouth. Her hands lock on the back of my head and push down, her hips rocking against my hard cock.

  She’s not wearing any panties underneath. I can feel her bare pussy against my loose joggers. Her heat is radiating against my tip and my cock twitches hard against it.

  I want more. So much more, but I bat the feeling away.

  Tonight, it’s all about her. Giving her what she wants. Showing her how much she means to me in the only way I know how.

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sp; I peel back the other side of her robe and grab hold of her other breast. I switch between each of them, making sure that both of us get our fill. I alternate with kneading at one while sucking and biting down on the other. With each switch, her whimpers grow louder and louder until they break into full blown cries.

  And yet I want her to be louder. Louder until her screams of pleasure are echoing down the hallway so that Max can wonder if it’s her.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I open her robe a little further and kiss down her perfect stomach. Her smell soaks into my nostrils and I can’t help but snarl at her like a wolf whose found his prey.

  Fuck!

  I want her. I want to devour every inch of her body. I want her to choose me.

  “No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” she murmurs through hurried breathes. Her fingers coil through my hair and push down on my scalp, beckoning me forward.

  I kiss around her waist and feel the shake of her body as I get closer and closer to what both of us want. The robe falls to her side like Christmas wrapping paper and my fingers dig into her thighs to open my present. I start off slow.

  A kiss on each of her knees. A hickie on the inside of her thighs. Each time getting a little and little closer to her pussy. My fingers dig into her legs and spread them wide. I hold her spread with my legs and reach out with my hand, her body shaking at the touch of my fingers along her pussy. My thumb presses down on her clit and her eyelids flicker in agreement, her hips rocking against the subtle pressure. I spin my thumb and watch her from above, her legs shaking against my thighs.

  When I can’t take anymore, I kiss down the middle of her leg. I position myself between her legs, her knees resting on my shoulder and the cushion of the couch digging into my stomach. I bring my tongue to her clit, her taste overwhelming my senses. She tastes so good. Sweeter than any dessert that I’ve ever tasted.

  My tongue laps at her pussy. I run my fingers between her juicy folds, teasing her entrance. My name falls from her lips over and over. And it’s like the sweetest music to my ears.

  I won’t stop until it’s the only word that she knows.

  Until she’s mine.

  I push my fingers inside of her. Her pussy stretches until I find that small spot inside of her. I curl my fingers and watch her eyes and mouth open in surprise when I rub against it.

  She shakes her head. “Not that. I won’t be able to last,” she cries.

  “Yes, that,” I growl and bring my mouth onto her clit. I suck on it and rub at her spot. Her hips shake over and over, her juices landing on my lips. Greedily, I lap up every bit that she’s able to give. I don’t want it to ever stop. I want her juices to flow onto my lips for the rest of my life.

  I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m not used to giving so much and receiving nothing in return. I can’t remember the last time I’ve spent this much time between another girl’s legs. I take a whiff of Rose and shudder.

  There’s no other girl like Rose in this world, I remind myself. She’s special, so don’t fuck it up.

  I only stop when my tongue no longer works and jaw is sore. When I pull out, Rose is barely able to look in my direction. I tuck her hair behind her head. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, exhausted tempo.

  My cock throbs out in front of me, but I don’t press it. This is enough for me. I kiss her on her lips and take the blankets off the couch to place over her tired body.

  One final kiss on her lips and her eyes close.

  “Good night, sweet cheeks.”

  15

  Rose

  Blake runs his hands down the side of my body, his touch sending goosebumps up and down my back. He’s positioned between my legs and I can feel his bulge at my entrance. His eyes follow my curves and he runs his tongue along his lips. Behind him, Max takes off his shirt and gets undressed down to his briefs. I bite down on my lip and take in the size of the package that’s nestled against his thigh. He’s already so hard and it takes all my willpower not to attack him right then and there.

  “How badly do you want us?” Blake asks, kissing down at my stomach and pressing his hips between my legs. I can feel his hardness against my pussy and I bite down on my lip, holding back the moan in my throat.

  “More than you could ever know,” I mumble and sink my nails into his shoulders, pushing him down my body. I want him between my legs. I want feel his tongue on my pussy just like the other night when he surprised me at my door.

  I want his cock inside of me.

  Max walks to the side of the bed, and his finger clings to the bottom of my chin. He forces my eyes up to his slowly, letting me steal glances at his glistening body. The six pack abs, hard chest, and perfect jawline. “Do you think that you can handle both of us, Rose?” His words are soft and commanding. His hand moves to the side of my cheek and I move against his touch.

  I don’t know if I can. I can barely handle one of them at a time, but choosing between the two of them is something that I can’t do. I want them both. I know that it’s greedy, but I’m allowed to be greedy for once, even when the risks outweigh the rewards.

  I nod to his words.

  “Good girl,” he laughs and takes my hand. He guides my fingers to his briefs and I know what he wants. I pull them down and his cock flings out, a drop of precum at his tip. I’m quick to take him into my mouth, just as Blake pulls away my panties and sucks on my clit. A moan escapes my mouth and rolls down Max’s length, his tip hitting the inside of my cheek.

  “That’s a good girl,” Max grunts, running his hand through my hair and digging his fingers into the back of my head. He pushes me onto his shaft. I take him further and further until I can feel his tip at the back of my throat. He holds me there and I can feel the welling in my eyes as the tears build up. My body is telling me that I need to breathe, but I don’t want Max’s shaft to leave. I hold him a little while longer before I gag and he pulls out. I cough a couple times, the mixture of precum and saliva sinking down into my stomach.

  I look up at him and he’s smiling at me while he strokes his big cock. I reach out and bat his hand away, wanting more and more of him.

  “Don’t do anything to hurt her,” Blake mumbles between my legs, my clit still in his mouth. “I still want my turn with that tight mouth of hers.” He swipes his tongue side to side on my clit and my back arches forward.

  “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her,” Max says. “But I’m pretty sure she likes choking on my cock. Don’t you, Rose?”

  “I really do,” I mutter.

  “So, it’s fine with you, Miss Collins?” a voice says. I blink once, then twice before I’m brought back to reality. “Rose, did you hear me?” A hand waves out in front of me and I shake my head.

  “What was that?” I ask. The heat on my face is almost unbearable. I rub my thighs together and shudder at the wetness. Soaked through the panties. I clear my throat and get up from my seat, the eyes of all the Blaze Brigade on me. “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.”

  “Is it okay if we go through some fire drills with the kids?” Ronnie, my second in command, asks. “The kids are tired of sitting around and listening to me lecture about fire safety. They want to practice.”

  Ronnie leans and places her hips on her side. She smiles at me and her fire hydrant earrings shine at her sides. Her red hair is pulled back in a tight bun today, making her look like Ms. Frizzle from The Magic School Bus.

  “Of course. Of course.” I nod my head and let her take the reins. I smile as the kids get into a single file line and start rolling on the floor, pretending to be on fire.

  “Stop! Drop! And roll!” Ronnie yells over and over. The kids laugh and tease each other. Some taking it more seriously than others.

  I take a spot at the end of the line to make sure that none of them get too rowdy. And so that I can lean against the wall and regain my composure.

  I haven’t been at my best the last couple weeks. Not since Blake’s little visit to my apartment. And Max and I’s quicki
e in his office. I’ve gone from not getting any action in the last year to more than I can handle.

  I’ve also been trying my best to avoid them. They’ve tried their best to get my attention several times by knocking at my door or trying to catch me early in the morning, but I always manage to sneak out before they can find me. That won’t last for much longer.

  Sooner or later, I’m going to have to choose one of them. The problem is that I don’t know which one.

  I enjoy being with both of them. And they both provide the same kind of assets. I blush at the thought of their naked bodies pressing against me.

  Alex thinks that I should just string them along. Just to enjoy the attention while I still have it. That there’s no reason to give up a sure thing like them. I don’t agree. I don’t think that’s fair to either of them.

  I sigh under my breath. If only I could be with both of them. That would truly be the best of both worlds. They could both have what they want and I could have them both. The logistics of it wouldn’t work out, not when my father is still under the microscope of the media. They would love the chance to blow a story like this.

  I shake my head. I can almost see the headlines. ‘Mayor’s daughter is a sexual deviant’ or ‘Rose Collins loves her holes plugged up.’ I shudder at the thought of my private life on full display for all New York. My stepmother would have a meltdown if my father lost the election because of something I did. Not that I cared what my stepmother thinks of me.

  The idea of hurting Daddy because of my carelessness might be too much to handle. I know how much he loves being the mayor ever since my mother passed away. He loves being part of the city and bringing about change for the good of everyone. I don’t want to be the reason that all turns sour.

  “Would you like to give it a try, Miss Collins?” Ronnie asks and I notice that the line in front of me is gone. All the kids are staring at me and smiling.

  “I don’t know.” I look at the floor and then up to the kids. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of them.