Flaming Hot

by Lynn LaFleur

  “See something you want?” he asked.

  “Very much.” She crooked her finger at him. “Come here.”

  As soon as Cort placed one knee on the bed, Paige leaned toward him and took his shaft in her mouth. He hissed at the intense pleasure. “No fair. I’m naked and you’re still dressed.”

  She ran her tongue from the head to his balls and back again. “I think it’s kinky for me to be dressed while you’re naked.”

  She drew his cock back into her mouth. Cort slipped his hand beneath her hair to cup her nape. If she wanted to suck his dick, he certainly wouldn’t argue with her. At least, not yet. While he loved oral sex and loved coming in a woman’s mouth, he didn’t want his first time with Paige to end that way.

  He remembered she’d mentioned it being kinky for her to be dressed and him naked. He wondered exactly how “kinky” she liked sex to be. Glancing at the nightstand by the wall, he thought of his handcuffs in the top drawer. Not that he was into bondage and submission, but playing around could be fun.

  First, he had to get her naked.

  Holding her nape, he stepped back until his shaft slipped free of her mouth. “I want you naked, too. Get up on your knees.”

  She obeyed him after giving the head of his cock one more lick. She touched the top button on her blouse. Cort stopped her before she could unfasten it.

  “Let me.”

  Paige lowered her arms to her sides. Cort reached for the top button, but stopped when he noticed all the chains hanging down her torso. “Uh, you’d better take off your jewelry. I don’t want to break anything.”

  “They’re all hooked together.” She slid her hands beneath her hair, pulled them back out holding the single hook for the chains. “See?”

  Cort took the piece of jewelry from her, carefully laid it on the nightstand before returning to her blouse. He unfastened it, one slow button at a time, and drew the cotton down her arms. Letting it fall to the bed behind her, he pushed aside her hair so he could kiss her neck. One finger gently tugged her bra strap off her shoulder while he nibbled on the soft skin beneath her ear.

  “The hook is in the front.”

  He smiled at her raspy tone. “In a hurry?”

  “Well, you’re already naked …”

  “That I am.” He pulled back far enough to see her face. “I like naked.”

  “I like it, too.”

  He located her bra’s hook, opened it, and palmed her breasts. The size of apples, they fit perfectly in his hands. Dark coral nipples jutted forward, as if searching for his mouth.

  He couldn’t resist tasting them.

  Lifting her breasts, Cort latched on to one nipple, drew it into his mouth. He caressed the other tip with his thumb, keeping it as hard as the one he nibbled with his teeth. Paige arched her back and gripped his shoulders. Her warm breath flowed over his face as her breathing grew heavier. He pressed his fingertips against her chest to feel her heart pounding.

  Wanting to give her even more pleasure, Cort released her breasts long enough to remove her bra and unfasten her pants. He took a nipple back in his mouth as he slid his hand inside her panties. His fingers passed over a bare mound and to the soft folds of her pussy.

  So silky.

  So creamy.

  “You’re wet for me.”

  “Mmmmm.”

  Cort kissed his way up her chest, her neck, to her mouth. “And your clit is swollen.”

  “Mmmmm.”

  Lust galloped through his body, but he couldn’t resist teasing her. “Can’t you talk?”

  “No.”

  “Well, I guess sometimes talking isn’t necessary.” He slid his fingers farther into her panties until he reached the entrance to her channel. “Like now.”

  With one motion, he pushed two fingers inside her. Paige cried out and threw back her head. Contractions milked his fingers, proof of her climax.

  He waited until she straightened her neck and looked into his eyes before he spoke. “That was fast.”

  Worry filled her eyes. She bit her bottom lip. “Too fast?”

  “Hell, no. I loved it.” He pumped his fingers a couple of times, and smiled when her eyes crossed. “Feel good?”

  “Yes.”

  “Want more?”

  “Yesssss.”

  “Lie back.”

  She did as he said, lifting her hips when he tugged on her pants. He slid them down her legs, stopping long enough to remove her shoes before he pushed her pants over her feet to land on his T-shirt. She lay diagonally on the bed, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of green panties the same color as her bra.

  “You are so beautiful, Paige.”

  “Inside me, Cort. Now.”

  Cort shook his head. “Not yet.” Gripping the waistband of her panties, he slowly pulled on it. “How about if I make you come again first?”

  6

  Paige couldn’t think of one reason why she should say no to Cort’s offer.

  She enjoyed sex a lot, but rarely came more than twice. That didn’t mean she couldn’t still enjoy the touch of a man’s hand, his kisses, his body pressed to hers. The closeness of lovemaking mattered more to her than orgasms, although she’d never complain about having those.

  Cort climbed onto the bed. He hooked her legs behind her knees, drew them farther apart. Paige helped him by placing her feet on the bed and letting her knees fall open. His nostrils flared. Using his thumbs, he spread her cream all over her labia, paying extra attention to her clit. Each pass of his thumb over the nub sent a pleasant zing through her body.

  “I like the way your eyes turn a different color when you’re aroused.” He rubbed her clit with one thumb, caressed the swollen folds with the other. “They look more green than hazel now.”

  A man had never commented on her eyes during sex. She didn’t know for sure if a man had ever looked at her eyes during sex. He usually focused on her body between her shoulders and her thighs.

  Two fingers pressed inside her again. Paige’s breath caught when Cort found and massaged her G-spot. He continued to caress her clit, giving her twice the sensation.

  Good, but not good enough.

  Paige cradled her breasts in her hands. Cort’s gaze snapped to them and his nostrils flared again. She kneaded the firm mounds, dusted her fingertips over her nipples.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Touch yourself for me.”

  Paige twisted and tugged her nipples. She’d like to tell Cort to suck them again, but the things he did with his hands felt too good for her to ask him to stop.

  She lifted her hips, silently asking Cort to give her more. He did, moving his fingers faster against her, inside her. Paige pinched her nipples harder, pulled on them with her thumbs and forefingers. Warmth flowed through her, a prelude to the pleasure she knew would soon follow.

  She couldn’t hold back her orgasm if she tried.

  “Yes! Oh, yessssss!”

  Paige bucked in time to the contractions deep inside her pussy. She began to wonder if they’d go on forever when the last one finally faded. She collapsed on the bed, struggling to remember how to breathe.

  Movement of the mattress had Paige prying her eyes open. Cort leaned over her, propped on his hands and knees. “God, you’re even more beautiful when you come.”

  His long, passionate kiss caused desire to flare once more. Paige wrapped her arms around his waist, tried to tug him down on her. He drew her arms away from him, positioned them next to her head and held her wrists.

  Paige had never been into any kind of submission, but she had to admit a thrill shot through her at the feeling of helplessness from Cort holding her in place. She wondered what it would feel like to be handcuffed to the bed and completely at his mercy. Thinking about it made her moan.

  Cort ended their kiss. “What are you thinking?”

  Heat rushed to her cheeks. She couldn’t tell him she’d been fantasizing about being handcuffed to the bed. “Who could think after such a strong climax?”


  He flashed a wicked grin. “Liked it, huh?”

  “Very much.”

  He nipped the tip of her chin. “Want another one?”

  Paige burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

  A determined look crossed his face. “Is that a challenge?”

  “Cort, I’ve had two orgasms. You haven’t had any. It isn’t right for you to think only of me. You need to come, too.”

  “Don’t worry. I will definitely come. But right now …” He rose to his knees between her legs. “I want to please you.”

  Paige looked at his cock, so hard the skin appeared shiny. She couldn’t help wondering if it hurt to be so hard. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Cort palmed his shaft, ran his hand from crown to base and back again. “I’m good. I’m enjoying the anticipation of being inside you.”

  Seeing him touch himself made her mouth water and her womb clench. Paige licked her lips. “You could be inside me right now.”

  “Soon.”

  Taking her hands, he pulled her to a sitting position. With his help, Paige moved until she lay in the middle of the bed with a pillow beneath her head. He took her hands, pushed them over her head, and wrapped her fingers around two of the thick posts that ran along the headboard.

  “Hold on.”

  She didn’t think her pussy could get any wetter. The soft command from Cort made cream dribble from her channel and flow between her buttocks. “I’m making a wet spot on the bedspread.”

  The wicked grin turned up his lips again. “We’re going to make a lot of wet spots before the night is over.”

  Paige almost cheered when Cort reached into one of the nightstand drawers and withdrew a condom packet. Finally, finally, he’d fuck her the way she longed for him to.

  She clutched the posts when Cort lifted her legs. He held her calves, drew them apart, and stared at her cunt. He glanced at her face, then returned his gaze to her mound. Bracing her calves on one arm, he ran his other thumb from her clit through her slit, all the way to her anus. He circled the rosette with his thumb, causing Paige to moan again.

  “You like me touching you here?” he asked, his voice sounding rough and rusty.

  “Yes.”

  “You have an incredible ass.” He squeezed one cheek, then the other. “So firm. I’ll bet your asshole is really tight.”

  Paige jerked as her womb clenched again. She’d tried anal sex a couple of times and hadn’t been impressed. She imagined it would be so hot with Cort.

  “Do you want to fuck my ass, Cort?”

  “Yeah.” His voice came out even rougher than a few moments ago. “But I need inside your pussy first.”

  He held his cock against her slit, slowly moved it back and forth so it caressed her clit and feminine folds. After two strong orgasms, Paige thought her clit would be too sensitive to touch. Cort gently caressed her, as if he knew anything rough would be uncomfortable.

  She’d had four lovers before Cort. None of them had tried so hard to make sex this good for her.

  “Cort, please,” she whispered. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  After dragging the head of his cock over her labia once more, he positioned it at the entrance to her channel. One shift of his hips and he entered her.

  He released her legs, wrapped his arms around her. Paige let go of the posts so she could hold him instead. She dragged her fingernails up and down his spine … not enough to hurt him, but enough to satisfy her craving to touch him.

  She shifted her hips a bit to the side to get a more direct contact with her clit. Cort must have felt her movement for he slipped one hand beneath her ass and lifted to help her. The new position brushed her clit every time he pumped.

  So very, very good.

  That glorious warmth shot out to her fingers and toes and the top of her head before rushing back to her pussy. She dug her fingernails into Cort’s ass as she felt his body lurch. He squeezed her tightly, pumped twice, then lay still on top of her.

  Three orgasms. Wow.

  She had no idea how much time passed—nor did she care—when Cort lifted his head from her shoulder. His damp hair stuck to his temples and forehead. She gently pushed it back from his face. “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Sure. Just don’t expect me to walk anytime soon.”

  Paige giggled. “And here I thought you’d offer to get our dessert for us.”

  “You mean that wasn’t dessert?”

  “It was a … pre-dessert.”

  Cort grinned. “I wonder if Emma would put it on the menu at Café Crystal.”

  “You’d better not mention it to her. She might consider it.”

  He chuckled, then gave her a soft kiss. “That was amazing.”

  “Yes, it was.”

  “Do you want dessert in here, or do you want to eat it at the island?”

  “The island is good.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her again. “I think my legs might work well enough now for me to stand.”

  He groaned as he lifted to his elbows, which made Paige giggle again. Her giggle abruptly turned into a moan when Cort pulled out of her. His softening cock passed over sensitive tissue that hadn’t been used in a long time. Well, except for an occasional vibrator.

  She watched him pull on his jeans without bothering with underwear. “Do you want a T-shirt to wear?” he asked.

  “Please.”

  He reached into the second drawer of the chest of drawers and drew out a navy T-shirt. “Last clean one. I’m going home tomorrow to pick up more clothes and stuff. Hey, do you want to go with me?”

  Paige pulled the shirt over her head. “You have to buy me lunch.”

  “Works for me.”

  She picked up her panties from the floor. She could only imagine how she must look with her wild hair and smudged makeup. If nothing else, she had to pull a brush through her hair. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

  Cort whistled as he added the pieces of crispy shortbread to the sides of the two custard dishes. A dollop of whipped cream on top and they would be ready to eat.

  He set them in front of two of the chairs at the island. He hadn’t thought to ask Paige if she wanted something to drink, but prepared two small glasses of iced water anyway. When he turned to set the glasses next to the custard dishes, he saw her walk into the room. Lust hit him square in the chest, even though he’d come hard enough to see stars only moments ago.

  She’d brushed her hair. It still hung to her breasts in curls, but the curls were tame now. She wore less makeup, so must have washed off some of it. Her nipples clearly showed through the soft cotton of his T-shirt. Her tanned, shapely legs seemed to go on forever.

  He knew how good they felt wrapped around him and could hardly wait to feel them around him again.

  She climbed onto the tall chair at the end. “This looks wonderful.”

  “Thanks. I hope you like it.”

  She waited until he sat next to her before picking up her spoon and digging into the custard. Cort watched her place the fluffy treat in her mouth. Her eyes slid closed and she moaned softly.

  “Delicious.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Is there anything you don’t know how to make?”

  “Yeah, lots of things. But I like experimenting and trying new dishes. I got this recipe online today. I didn’t think you’d want a heavy dessert after the big meal we had.”

  “This is perfect.” She picked up one of the shortbread pieces and took a bite. “Did you make these, too?”

  “No, I bought those. Although I have a great recipe for shortbread cookies. I make them every year at Christmas and give them to my family. My sister likes them so much, she almost hoards them. I give her an extra small box just for her that she doesn’t have to share with her husband or son.”

  Her eyes turned soft and she gave him a tender smile. “Thank you.”

  Cort paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “For what?”

  “For volunteering a tidbit about you
rself.”

  It surprised Cort to realize he’d done that. It surprised him even more not to be upset about it. He rarely talked about himself, too afraid of letting something slip to damage his undercover work.

  He gave a one-shouldered shrug in response to her comment and decided to change the subject. “So when do I get the old-fashioned, tummy-filling meal of hamburgers, baked beans, and potato salad?”

  He could tell by the pleasure in her eyes that she liked his question, since it meant he wanted to see her again. “My new position at Spencer’s means more hours. The only day I get off is Sunday, at least until I’ve finished my training. How about next Sunday?”

  “Sounds good to me, but I won’t know my work schedule until tomorrow.”

  Paige reached into her purse, withdrew a small notepad and pen. “Here’s my cell number. Call me when you know your schedule.”

  He looked at her number, memorized it, then stuck the paper in his jeans pocket. “I can request next Sunday off. Being the new guy, I might not get it, but I can ask.”

  He watched her replace the notepad and pen in her purse. For the first time, he noticed the pager clipped to her purse’s handle. “What’s that for?” he asked, pointing to the pager.

  “I’m on the volunteer fire department. The number of beeps that sound indicates what type of fire is burning. Two is a grass fire, three is a house fire, and so on.”

  “I think you’re the first female firefighter I’ve ever met.”

  Paige grinned. “Impressed?”

  “Very.”

  “Don’t be. Luckily, there aren’t many fires in Lanville, or serious accidents or illnesses where an ambulance is needed. The department has regular drills and practice fires to keep up our skills, but we rarely have to fight an actual fire.” She plucked the last cookie from her custard. “Do you want to join?”

  Cort almost automatically said no since he wouldn’t be in Lanville that long, but stopped before he gave away his plans. “I’ll think about it.”

  Paige scooped up the last bite of her custard. “This was delicious, Cort. Thank you.”

  “There’s more in the fridge. Do you want another one?”

  She laughed and laid one hand on her stomach. “I’d love it, but I don’t have room.”