by Piper Snow
Without saying a word, he held my hand and started leading me out of the ballroom. By the time we’d made it out into the street, he still hadn’t said anything.
“Shouldn’t we get a cab?”
“My apartment’s only a block away.”
“Oh, great,” I said, the reality of what I was doing suddenly sinking in. Excitement bubbled inside me as we walked down the street, the lights of the city dazzling me like they always did.
Chapter Three
The moment we heard the click of his apartment door closing, our lips were crushed together, hands wandering every which way as we made out in the dark.
I felt my panties dampen and my body temperature rise as his fingers found the zip of my dress and ripped it down, letting it fall to the floor between us, leaving me wearing nothing but my black lace g-string.
I gasped as he swept me up into his arms as though I was as light as a feather, carrying me into his bedroom before laying me gently onto his bed. I felt his lips moving up my body, over my legs, stomach, chest, neck, until he landed on my lips. I began undoing the buttons on his jacket as he pulled his bow tie loose, removing his layers until he was naked and I could feel his hard, toned body hovering over me.
His kisses were delicious, and I moaned as he moved his hands over my breasts, holding my hard nipples between his fingers. He slowly lowered himself on top of me, his throbbing erection so large that for a moment I thought it was his arm. My pussy dripped with anticipation as his cock rubbed against my thigh, and I couldn’t wait for him to enter me. But he had other plans before he would give me the satisfaction of that.
He slid down over me so that his mouth was just inches away from my mound, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. Hooking his fingers under the string of my panties, he pulled them down my legs and threw them onto the floor, and I spread my legs, ready for him.
The feel of his hot tongue sliding in between my pussy lips made me cry out in delight. I lifted my hips in response to his licks, and he reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, making me cry out some more. I spread my legs even wider, wanting to give him all of me, and he repaid me by sucking on my clit. I bit down on my bottom lip, feeling the pressure already starting to build deep inside me, and when he slid two fingers into my wetness I knew I was about to fall over the edge.
I ran my hands through his hair, holding him closer to me while I rocked my hips over his mouth, grinding against his fingers. I felt his touch rippling throughout my entire body, every stroke, every lick sending me further into darkness.
“Oh, Dean, yes!” I pleaded, and he let out a moan that vibrated against my clit, unravelling me in an instant. My body writhed in ecstasy, my heart beating like a drum in my chest as I climaxed.
I was so completely involved in my own pleasurable high that I hadn’t heard him rummaging through his drawers and tear open a condom until he was already on top of me, pressing his hard-on against my entrance eagerly.
I held my breath as he slid into me, a surprised whimper escaping my lips as I realized just how big he was. He filled me so powerfully, I thought I would come again right there.
“Oh my God!” I lifted my legs, locking them around his waist to give him deeper access, feeling him grinding against my inner walls.
“Ahh, this is too good!” he growled, before wrapping his arms around me and rolling me on top of him. I felt my skin burning with desire, a desire so intense that I completely lost all of my inhibitions, riding him like an animal.
My breasts bounced up and down and my hair flew wildly as I slid myself over him from shaft to tip with more force than I knew I could muster. He grabbed hold of my ass, squeezing it hard as I rode him.
He groaned before sitting up and taking one of my breasts into his mouth, kissing it until I moaned in pleasure. I arched my back, pushing my nipple further into his mouth, trembling as his licks sent bolts of lightening through my entire body.
I grabbed hold of his broad, muscular shoulders, leveraging myself against him as I moved my hips back and forth over his cock. I’d never experienced such all encompassing ecstasy in my life, each thrust felt as though it was pushing him deeper and deeper into me.
Suddenly, his hands were clutching my waist and he was lifting me off of him with amazing strength, and before I knew what was happening, I was on my hands and knees and he was behind me.
“Oh God!” I cried as he buried himself inside me, only to pull out to the tip and bury himself again. I began moving to his hard and fast rhythm, pushing myself into him again and again, feeling the force of his cock so deep inside me I thought I would break in two.
He leaned over my back, squeezing my breasts with one hand and stroking my clit with the other, the sensations so intense I almost couldn’t breathe.
I’d never been fucked so hard in my life, and I was loving every second of it.
The feel of his hardened cock as it plummeted into my pussy made me whimper with every thrust. The way he had his way with me, utilizing his firefighters strength to give me the best sex I’d ever had. My whole world was being blown open, he was showing me new heights of bliss that I’d never even dreamt of before.
“Yes!” I screamed, euphoric tremors crashing through me. I squeezed my thighs tighter as I began to fall off the edge again, and by the sound of his groaning I could tell he was right behind me.
I felt him explode, and it only made my own orgasm that much sweeter. Our cries echoed against the walls as we came together, sweaty and shaky as we continued to slam into each other, savoring every last ripple of bliss.
Once he’d emptied himself into me, I let myself drop onto the bed, my body melting into the soft sheets as my breathing slowed. I felt him lie down next to me, his arm around me as we fell asleep, exhausted.
The next morning, I woke up feeling a little sore, but very satisfied. I slipped on the white shirt he wore the night before and followed the smell of bacon and eggs into the kitchen. Dean was standing over the stove, completely naked, and I took a moment to admire his body.
He turned around, scooping poached eggs onto a plate. When he saw me standing there, wearing his shirt, a happy smile spread across his handsome face.
“Morning! You hungry?” he asked, beaming.
“Starved.”
“Great! I whipped up some breakfast. It’s probably not as good as what you’re used to, but I hope you like it anyway.”
“I’m sure I’ll love it,” I said, looking around his apartment. It seemed much too small for such a big, Herculean guy, but oddly, I felt very at home there. I glanced at the photographs on his mantle, most were of him in his his uniform – looking incredibly sexy. Others were of him with friends, some of whom I recognized from the ball, but most of them were of a young boy with two older women. One in particular caught my eye: an adorable little blonde boy, not much older than five, with buck teeth and a face covered in freckles, standing in between the two women. “Is this you?” I asked, leaning in to get a closer look.
“Yep,” he said, pouring two glasses of orange juice. “That’s me. Mom’s on the left and that’s my grandmother on the right.”
“You look so adorable!”
He laughed, blushing again. I was quickly learning that he blushed a lot, and I loved seeing it. There was something so sweet and charming about it.
“So,” he said as we sat down at his two seater kitchen table. “I got a call from the Chief of the Department this morning. He wanted me to thank you for making such a generous donation last night. Said your contribution alone more than tripled last year’s amount.”
“Oh.” I pursed my lips. I’d wanted that donation to be anonymous. I even managed to sneak away from him while he was chatting to the mayor to make it. “Well, that’s good to hear. You can tell him he’s very welcome, I’m glad I could help.”
“I hope you didn’t feel obligated to make a contribution, Ella. That’s not why I asked you to come with me.”
“I know, but I wanted
to do it. You were all so inspiring, and it’s such an important cause, I wanted to support it. I wanted to support you.”
“Thank you.” There was that blush again, it made me smile. I wondered how many times I could make him blush in a day. “So, do you have any plans for today?”
I shook my head, shoving a fork full of bacon and eggs into my mouth.
“Great, I’d like to take you somewhere. If you don’t mind?”
“Sure.” I smiled, wondering what he was up to.
Chapter Four
DEAN
As we walked out of my building and down the block, I wondered if I should hold her hand. God knows I wanted to, but would she want me to? I’d never slept with a girl on the first date before, and I didn’t know how it was supposed to go, if there were unspoken rules I should have been following.
And this wasn’t just any girl, it was Ella White! A Wild Diamond and one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever laid eyes on. I’d always thought she was beautiful – that was one of the reasons I’d asked her to be my date. But after talking to her and getting to know her, I realized she was just as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside, and I found myself feeling completely mesmerized by her.
I was pretty sure she knew it too, by the way I was staring at her like an idiot after she kissed me on the dance floor, like I’d never been kissed before. I smiled to myself as I remembered those surreal words being whispered into my ear; “Let’s go back to your place.” If all the blood in my body hadn’t run down to my cock, I’m sure my heart would have exploded in shock then and there.
“What are you smiling at?” she asked, her sexy voice bringing me back to reality. Although, nothing about the last few days of my life seemed much like reality at all. I was sure I’d been living in a dream ever since she said yes to being my date.
“Oh, nothing. Just looking forward to seeing the looks on their faces when they meet you.”
Concern filled her eyes, and I wondered what she was worried about.
“When who meet me?”
“Two very special ladies. They’re huge fans of yours.”
“Oh,” she mumbled, trying to cover up her concern with a smile. I hoped I wasn’t overstepping my boundaries by taking her to meet Stan’s daughters, but they’d been through such a hard time this year, I really wanted to do something nice for them.
A few minutes later, we were standing on Lucille’s porch, knocking on her door. I heard little footsteps running through the house, and seconds later the door swung open and there was six year old Alexis, the youngest of Stan’s two girls, looking up at me with a smile.
“Uncle Dean!” she squealed as I lifted her up for a bear hug. Sarah appeared down the stairs and wrapped her arms around my waist. I’d always been close to them and Lucy, as Stan had been my best friend since middle school. But ever since he died, I’d been trying my best to be there for them as much as possible, to make sure they were alright.
“Ella, this is Sarah, and this little cutie is Alexis. Say hello to Ella, girls!”
Sarah arched her head up to look at Ella, staring at her for a few seconds before her eyebrows shot up and she jumped backwards. “Oh my god! You’re Ella White!”
“Yes, I am,” Ella said, smiling as she crouched down to look Sarah in the eye. “It’s lovely to meet you, Sarah.”
“Moooooooom! Mom!” Sarah disappeared into the house, screaming frantically. Alexis studied Ella for a little while longer as I lowered her to her feet.
“Ella?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. “Wild Diamonds?”
“That’s me!” Ella smiled, holding her hand out to shake Alexis’s. “How are you, Alexis?”
Alexis shook her hand, gaping at her adorably before following her sister into the house at full speed.
Ella turned to me, relief written all over her face. “Stan’s daughters?”
I nodded. “Who did you think I wanted you to meet?”
“Your mother and grandmother,” she said sheepishly.
I cringed then, her previous concern suddenly making sense. She must have thought I was crazy, taking her to meet Mom and Gran after only one date.
“Oh, shit! No, sorry. Sarah and Lexi are obsessed with the Wild Diamonds. I figured, after everything they’ve been through, it would be a fun surprise for them to meet you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”
She laughed. “It’s okay. I love meeting fans, especially such cute ones!”
I heard Lucy’s voice coming from inside the house. “Sarah, what on earth are you talking about?” She appeared in the hallway, with Sarah pulling her towards the front door. “Oh! Dean! What a nice surprise. I didn’t hear you knock. Come on in, hun!”
I held the door open for Ella before following her inside.
“Lucy, this is Ella. My date from last night, remember?”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she quickly wiped her hands on her apron before shaking Ella’s hand.
“Oh, god! I’m such a mess! It’s so nice to meet you! Please, sit down.”
“Thank you,” Ella said as she followed Lucy into the kitchen and sat at the table.
I smiled as I watched Sarah and Lexi fight for a seat next to her, Sarah the victor.
“You have a beautiful home, Lucy. And such sweet little girls!”
“Thank you!”
“Ella!” Sarah yelled, making us all flinch. “Come see my room! I have pictures of you everywhere!” She jumped from her chair and began pulling on Ella’s arm.
“Sarah, leave her be!” Lucy said.
Ella laughed. “No, it’s fine. I’d love to see your room. Lead the way!”
They disappeared up the stairs, Sarah chatting excitedly to her the whole way, with Lexi close behind.
“Quick! Tell me everything! Before they come back down,” Lucy said as she tapped on the empty chair next to her. “You slept with her, didn’t you?”
“How’d you know that?” I asked.
“Dean, she’s wearing your New York Yankees jersey as a dress. With heels.”
“Oh, yeah. Her ball gown was a bit too fancy just to walk down the block.”
A wide, cheeky smile spread across her face. “So, the date went well then?”
I could feel myself blushing again. I hated when I did that. It was so embarrassing, but I’d been doing it a lot since Ella walked into my life. “You could say that.”
She clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh Dean! I’m so happy for you! Stan and I always said that you would find an amazing girl one day!”
“Easy, Lucy. It was just one date, one night. She’ll go back to her penthouse and her world tours, and I’ll go back to my one-room apartment and the fire station. She’ll forget about me in a second.”
I knew what I was saying was true, but I couldn’t help but share some of Lucy’s excitement. If this really was a dream, Ella would absolutely be my dream woman. She was talented, smart, had a great sense of humor and she lived life to the full – everything I’d ever wanted in a woman. I wondered if she could ever see herself having a future with a guy like me, just a simple firefighter from Brooklyn.
My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps running down the stairs. Seconds later, Ella and the girls appeared and sat back at the table with us.
“Mama! Ella signed my posters and my CDs and my t-shirt and my DVDs and even my Ella White dolly!”
“Oh, that was very kind of her. Did you say thank you to Ella?”
“Thank you, Ella!” the girls said in unison, and Ella lit up in delight.
“You’re very welcome, lovelies.”
“Uncle Dean, come play!” Lexi said as she tugged on my arm. Sarah joined her and I had no choice but to follow them upstairs and entertain them. They loved when I came to visit. We’d spend hours playing video games or hide and seek. They were such sweet kids.
Chapter Five
ELLA
“Thank you again, for coming to meet them and signing all their things,” Lucy said as she
made us both a cup of coffee. “They just love you so much! I know it really means the world to them that you’re here.”
“It’s my pleasure, really.”
“And thank you too, for agreeing to go to the FDNY ball with Dean. He was so nervous when you said yes, you know? He wanted everything to be perfect for you. He even asked me to help him pick out a tux – and he hates dressing up!”
“Well, I would never have guessed. He looked so handsome in it, like he wore them all the time. And he was the perfect gentleman, always making sure I had everything I needed. And his dancing! What a stunner!”
A loud crash startled me, and I realized Lucy had dropped an empty mug onto the floor. I bent down to help her pick it up, and she just stared at me.
“He... he danced with you?”
“Yeah, he’s brilliant at it, too.”
“Ella,” she said as she dropped the pieces of broken mug into the bin. “He never dances. Ever. Not on dates, not with any of his past girlfriends, not ever. He always refused to.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised. “Why?”
“Well,” she looked towards the stairs, making sure Dean couldn’t hear her. “He’s always said that he’d only ever dance with two women; his mother, and the woman he’d marry.”
I understood now why she had dropped the mug. If I had been holding one I would have dropped it, too. “But... I asked him to dance with me. He must have just felt pressured because, as you said, he wanted it to be perfect for me.”
“Hmmm, yes. That must be it,” she said, although I didn’t quite think she believed it.
“I hope I didn’t make him too uncomfortable. I didn’t know he hated dancing so much.”
“Oh no, it’s not that he hates it. He just always said it was too special to do with just anyone. It means a lot to him. Stan told me his mother taught him when he was a boy.”
“I know, he told me. So sweet.”
“He told you that?”