Torched: A Rough Firefighter Romance Page 10

  Her arms were over her head, her serene face pressed against the comforter. The picture-perfect moment would forever be ingrained in my mind. “You’re exquisite, Genevieve.” After brushing hair from her face, I flexed my fingers open, drawing them down her long neck and her back before resting on her ass. “What does this feel like?” I changed to the brush, pulling it all the way down, moving to her leg then back up the other.

  “Soft. Tingling.”

  Snapping my wrist, the single slap on her ass cheek created an entirely different sound. I could tell she was enthralled, her full lips twisting and her hands clenching. The blood running through my veins was icy-hot, my pulse quickening. I brushed my fingers across her skin, biting back a moan, then issued several additional hard cracks, one coming after the other.

  Her hands clenched then released, clenched then released, her shoulders tightening every time the connection was made. There was no hiding her increasing desire, the scent of her pussy laced with a kind of musk drawing me in. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before continuing, realizing my entire arm was shaking.

  Soft mews and ragged breaths pulsed from her lips and her eyes were closed, her long lashes skimming across her cheeks. Parting her legs, I allowed my fingers to drift up along the inside of her thigh, hesitating before reaching nirvana. How I wanted to tease her for hours, drawing her as close to coming as possible then pulling back.

  I spanked her over and over again, hard smacks slapping against her upper thighs. Her once porcelain skin was now a perfect shade of rose, warm to the touch, and soft against my callused fingers. Her toes were curled, pointed like a pristine ballerina. The dichotomy of her softness to my rough exterior was an almost intimidating intoxication. She was my drug, my fix. The realization was startling.

  Her breathless words drew me back to this particular moment, a quiet begging for more. And I gave to her, keeping my solid smacks tempered. When I could tell she’d had enough, or perhaps I’d run out patience, I carefully placed the brush on the nightstand, dropping onto my knees and leaning over the bed.

  “Mmm...” she mumbled. Her entire body carried a light sheen, her face and neck holding the same blushing hue as her ass.

  I split her legs wide apart and dragged my tongue up along the inside of her leg, moving back and forth as I began my exploration. The salty taste of her skin filled my mouth, rivaling any delicacy. I licked up, concentrating on the erotic sounds, the prickling covering her arms. She wiggled when I neared her pussy, her moans more exaggerated. “Only good little girls get licked.”

  Cupping both ass cheeks, I massaged as I licked down the other leg, taking just as much time, utilizing what little patience I had left. She’d drifted into another zone, her back rising and falling evenly. I eased to a crouched position, sliding my tongue along her spine, moving inch by inch until I crawled onto the bed, lying on my back.

  Genevieve reached for me, her arm draped over my chest, her hand moving dangerously close to my cock. She brushed her fingers back and forth, inching ever so close. I allowed her to play, her hand finally settling over my groin, her delicate fingers dancing down the length of my shaft. I was rock hard, throbbing, and her light touch was kicking my ass.

  She crouched like a tiger, swinging her hair across my chest, purring. I heard her subdued chuckle seconds before she opened her mouth wide, drawing her saliva-covered tongue up the length of my cock.

  I could stand no more. Grabbing her arms, I hoisted her up until she was straddling my face, my hands firmly placed on her firm tits. The animalistic growl rushing up from my gut was nothing but barbaric, a savage ready to plunder his prey. I pulled her down until my tongue was buried in her pussy.

  “Oh!” Tossing back her head, she threw her arms down, pulling herself into a deep arc. She panted as I ate her, sucking on her already swollen clit. I wanted her tissue full of blood, her desire unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

  I kept her just aloft, allowing me to move my entire face, driving my tongue as deep inside as possible. With every swipe, every lick, I brought her to the edge of an orgasm then backed off, leaving her whimpering and writhing. She was so wet, her pussy slickening my face, covering me with her juices. I wanted to carry her scent, to wear this woman on every inch of me.

  As she undulated her hips, rocking in a sweet rhythm, I closed my eyes.

  “Yes! Oh, yes,” she moaned, her actions becoming more frantic. She bobbed up and down, humping my tongue, her head lolled. Planting her palms on my chest, she dug her nails into my skin, as if trying to hold onto the ride. Within seconds, I knew there was no holding back, no command that would stop the rush.

  Her entire body stiffened seconds before her release; warm, sweet, and salty juice sliding down my throat. I gave her little time to rest, shifting us both until I was sitting, her legs wrapped around me. I held her just over my cock, sliding the tip up and down her pussy. Her eyes were dilated, her lower lip sagging.

  “Jesus, Blaise. What you do to me.” She ran her hands up and down the nape of my neck as she tried to control her breathing, finally lowering her head until our lips were touching.

  I was desperate with need, unable to hold back any longer. Bringing her down with a hard thud, I filled her tight channel, my cock throbbing and swelling.

  “Ah!”

  I crushed her mouth, our tongues dancing back and forth. She clawed my back with one hand, her other wrapped around my hair. The way she rode my body, using the power of her beautiful thighs was electrifying. Skin slapped skin, the kiss a wild roar of crazed longing. My eyes could no longer focus and all I could think about was filling her. Fucking her. I was the wild beast she’d perhaps feared. But there was no turning back.

  Breaking the kiss, I licked across the curve of her jaw to her neck, biting down on her skin. We were both in a vacuum, frozen out from the rest of the world. She moved up and down my shaft, her actions shifting, slowing down. Tonight, I was taking everything, claiming all of her holes.

  I wasted no time rolling her onto her stomach, pulling her legs closed, straddling her hips.

  Genevieve was breathless, moaning. I placed her arms over her head, leaning over until I could whisper in her ear, “All mine. Every inch. Every hole.”

  “Yes. Yes, sir.”

  I pressed apart her ass cheeks, placing the tip of my shaft to her dark hole. My cock glistened from her cream, sliding in with ease. I held my cockhead just inside, waiting. She jutted her pelvis, the move pushing my cock in further.

  “Fuck me. Please fuck me, sir.”

  Roaring, I impaled her ass, my body shaking as the energy flowed, tickling every sense. I pumped in and out in a brutal manner, driving into the very core of her, taking every single thing I wanted. The entire bed rocked from the force.

  “Oh!” Her squeals were scattered, barely audible, but the look on her face was one of serenity. With every hard thrust, every push of my swollen balls, I wanted more.

  I wanted her.

  I wanted forever.

  Unable to hold back any longer, my entire body began to shake, the climax cresting. Tipping my head back, I issued a keening growl from the anguish in my balls. And still I continued for another few seconds, until I was blinded from the beast satisfying its needs. I erupted, filling her hot hole with a thick stream of seed.

  * * *

  “I like your indulgences. What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?” Genevieve laughed as she asked the question, her eyes sparkling in the changing LED lighting.

  “Well, from what I can tell, I’m not wearing any clothes at the moment, so I couldn’t have anything up my sleeve, or anywhere else for that matter.” I felt her hand wrap around my cock, squeezing.

  She pushed away from me, splashing water from the hot tub in my direction. Her fingers were tightly wrapped around a wineglass, a hint of her breasts visible. “Oh, that’s where you’re wrong. You have a lot you’re hiding from me. I can tell.”

  I adored her playful side, a kit
ten ready to turn into a jaguar. “Come here.”

  “What will you do if I don’t?”

  “I think you know the answer.” I grabbed her wrist, twisting and yanking her back against my chest, wrapping my legs around hers. I settled against the side of the tub, gazing up at the stars. This was perhaps the most relaxed I’d felt in months. Everything felt right, as if having her by my side and in my life was the kind of fit never found.

  “And I wouldn’t mind. I think I’ll have to misbehave often.”

  “You have that feat down pat.” I tweaked her nose, giving her a grin. We remained quiet for a few minutes.

  “What do you know about Lieutenant Abbott over at the 24?”

  The question seemed to come out of the blue. “He’s old school, gruff. He refuses to take any shit, kind of like me.” I laughed.

  She didn’t.

  “I don’t know Frank very well. We move in different circles. His reputation isn’t stellar. Heard he’s gotten into some trouble. Why?”

  “Just some things I read,” she murmured, chewing on her bottom lip. “That, and the fact he hates women.”

  “Let me guess, the spanking comment got back to you?”

  “In flying colors. Asshole. Jerkoff.”

  “But all women should be spanked.”

  Genevieve lifted her middle finger.

  “That is going to get you one red-hot spanking later, young lady.” I took a swallow of whiskey, savoring the slight burn. “Don’t let Frank bother you. He’s a chauvinistic pig, but he’s harmless for the most part.”

  “I’ll take your word for it then.”

  “You need to talk to the police. The threats bother the hell out of me.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want to go to police just yet.”

  “You have to take this seriously.”

  “I am, but you need to trust me as well. If there’s something going on here, collusion of some kind, I don’t want to seem afraid or tip my hand.”

  I brought her hand to my lips. “I’m worried. I’m not going to lie to you. Within hours of being appointed you were threatened. I do trust you, even though I don’t know everything about you yet. That doesn’t mean you should be stupid about this. One more threat and I’m going to the police.”

  “Uh-huh. We’ll see.”

  “I’m not kidding.”

  “I know you’re not.” She nuzzled against my chest, sipping her wine and kicking out her legs. “Have you always wanted to be a fireman?”

  I found myself tensing at her question, surprised at my body’s reaction. “You’re avoiding my authority.”

  “Maybe.”

  “You’re going to be difficult. I have ways of dealing with that.”

  “Now, you’re avoiding my question. I want to get to know you.”

  “Fine. Since I was about seventeen.”

  “Any particular reason why, Texas boy?”

  “You’ve been reading up on me.”

  “The accent does give you away,” she teased, tipping her head when I didn’t answer the question right away. “Some secret buried in that gorgeous head of yours?”

  I rubbed her arm aimlessly, my thoughts drifting to my family, the past. “Just got interested. There’s no real story here. A group of firefighters came to the high school. I had a chance to talk with them and had the idea. My dad wasn’t thrilled, refused to sign off on certain training I could have gone through as a minor. He wanted me to become a rancher. Just like him. Live the hard life, few days off and a hell of a lot of issues.”

  “I’m sure he’s proud of you.”

  “We don’t talk. Haven’t said a word to each other since I moved here.”

  She tried to break free of my hold, but I refused. I needed her warmth more than the spinning hot water swirling around us. “I’m sorry,” she said with concern in her voice.

  “Nothing to be sorry about. I wanted my own life.” I kissed the top of her head, hating the fact I was lying.

  “I heard you saved a little girl the other day, risking your own life.”

  I drew her in closer, weaving my feet together. “That’s my job.”

  “Not according to your employment record. You’re known as an extremist, refusing to follow rules.”

  Allowing my hand to slide under the water, I pinched her nipple until it was fully erect, her breathing little more than a moan. “I don’t have to follow them. You do.”

  “Mmmm... Yes, sir.”

  “What about you? I can only imagine the job you had in Atlanta had perks, possibilities for career advancements.” I felt her tense, could feel a change in her heartbeat.

  “After the two criminal cases I worked involving fires, I was unable to get the horrors out of my mind. I also couldn’t let the investigations go. They were cold cases with no criminal charges filed but I refused to back down. I knew there was evidence I hadn’t found and begged my boss to let me continue. He wouldn’t or maybe he couldn’t. We had far too many other cases we were working on.”

  “Did someone you knew die in the fire?”

  “No. Nothing like that, but a little girl and her mother were killed in one of them. I just...” Her sigh was laced with a horrific raggedness, as if the event had forever changed her world. “So tragic. So many lives lost. When I had a call out of the blue from Mayor Zane, I was curious about his offer but almost hung up on him the first time. He managed to convince me that my skills and talent were needed here.” A bitter laugh pushed past her lips. “He neglected to mention that I would be considered an outcast.”

  There was a stilted tone in her answer, almost practiced. We all had something to hide, a past that haunted us. I don’t think either one of us was prepared to share the skeletons in our respective closets. “It’s a tough position to be in. Firefighters come and go sometimes. Many don’t last through the probationary stage and God knows the money isn’t all that good. Still, some of the big players, the captains and various lieutenants have been patriarchs, around for decades. The last fire investigator was good at what he did. A tenacious old buzzard, but he knew his shit. Unfortunately, the man became a target as soon as the mayor arrived. A couple captains too. He lost his job within three months of Zane taking office.”

  She moved the wine from hand to hand. “That’s not what he told me.”

  “What exactly did he tell you?”

  “Just that there were issues.” Her voice seemed to fade away. “Why did the captains get canned?”

  “The official reason was budget constraints.”

  “But you don’t believe that.”

  There wasn’t enough whiskey in the house in order to provide all my suspicions. “Not a word of it. I have a few friends over at the administration building. I ask questions, they answer. Since Joseph Zane took over, he’s crunching numbers for some other reason. Why I hate the damn asshole so much. The captains were senior rank, had the ear of the city council and they were vocal about our needs and concerns.”

  “So, you think Mayor Zane canned them because of that.”

  I took a full gulp of my drink before answering. “Yep. I do. Maybe they discovered something.”

  “Has there been a citywide audit performed?”

  “I doubt it. Zane hasn’t been here that long.” She did know how government worked. The woman became more and more fascinating.

  A silence fell between us, one that was far too contemplative. She was like a dog with a bone, eager to hunt down any and every perpetrator.

  “I’m going into the office early and I am going to make certain connections with the fires.” She lifted her glass, a toast to her decision. “No more people can get hurt. While I’m here, I am going to do some good. I just have to.”

  “That sounds like you’re planning on going somewhere.” Another hesitation. When she tried to pull free, I let her. While I valued my privacy, she locked information about hers down. At least she turned to face me as she stood. Beads of water gently trickled down her body, sliding between the
valley in her breasts. My cock was fully recovered and even with the sweltering heat of the spa, I was erect, my balls aching.

  “My contract is only for a year. A lot of things can happen between now and then.”

  There might be a part of me that wanted more, but this was her new line in the sand. Our mysterious and perhaps dangerous love affair was temporary and hinged on decisions made that had nothing to do with me. “Fair enough.” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice.

  She tilted her head, a wry smile crossing her face. “Hey. Six hours ago, you were arguing with me, certain I was the devil’s spawn.”

  “True enough. I still think you’re the devil’s spawn.”

  Her laugh returned as she climbed onto my lap, her knees hitting the acrylic sides. “Let’s enjoy the here and now, everything we’re sharing. Our clandestine affair.”

  “Your total submission.” I swirled the remaining ice in the glass. “And don’t you forget it.”

  “As if you’ll let me.”

  “Did you run away from a boyfriend, leaving him behind?” The question seemed natural until the words were spoken. “None of my business.”

  “No, it’s all right. I don’t have relationships, Blaise. That’s never been me. I find men that I can trust to provide aspects of solving my needs. Sometimes we connect sexually, other times the man is simply my dom. You might say a daddy dom. I follow rules and I’m punished if I don’t, sometimes even if I do. The type of relationship is perfect for the time I have to take with my career.”

  “No strings. No emotions.”

  “Did you want me to lie to you?”

  I shook my head. “Of course not.” Maybe I was more old-fashioned that I cared to admit. “Do you have one here, in Charlotte I mean?” The third hesitation was followed by her inching closer, rubbing her pussy across my shaft.