CHAPTER 3
Amy
I lie in my bed and stare up at the ceiling.
My adrenaline is still pumping. It’s only been ten minutes since he rescued me, and even less since our kiss.
What a rush. If the life or death experience of the fire wasn’t enough to get my blood pumping, along comes an absolutely F-I-N-E fireman to save me, and take my breath away.
I don’t even giggle at the irony of a fireman taking all the air out of my lungs. This is serious.
The way he effortlessly scooped me up in his arms. How he carried me like I weighed nothing and then jumped into the swimming pool, careful to tuck my head so I didn’t get hurt. And then he kissed me. He kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before, and likely never will again. I mean when will I get rescued and then have my night in shining armor lock lips with me after he saves me? Probability? Zero.
There’s a knock on the door and I shake my head as I breathe out hard. I was off in lala land, thinking about him.
I get up off my bed and pass by the teenybopper posters on my wall. They’re more like pictures I cut out of Cosmo, but they work just fine and dandy for wall decorations. Zac Effron. Justin Beiber. Zayn Malik. They’re all there, and they’re all…boys.
I had never thought about an actual man before. It had never crossed my mind.
I swing open the door expecting to find my mom, but to my utter surprise my mom is the furthest thing from what’s standing in the door.
He’s so wide in that suit of his, it’s like his shoulders are wider than my doorframe.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, feeling my bottom lip quiver. I’m partly intimidated by his sheer size and authority that fireman’s suit gives him, but what’s really making my inner butterflies fly in circles is him and him alone.
He has some dark spots on his skin from what looks like soot or something connected to the fire. He’s rough, rugged, and giving me a look like he’s ready.
“The EMTs are downstairs checking everyone out. I cleared you already.”
“Cleared me?”
“You were with me. I know you were safe during that ordeal.”
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Just doing my job.”
And there’s another job I’d really like for you to do right about now. I’m burning up inside and I want you to rip these clothes off and put out the fire between my legs.
“Are you okay? Emotionally.”
“Yeah, I’ll be alright.”
“Sometimes when you experience a life or death situation, feelings arise after the fact. There are people you can talk to.”
“What kind of feelings?”
“Confusion. Anxiety. Even depression.”
“I’m definitely not depressed,” I say.
“That’s good. You strike me as a happy young woman.”
“A young woman?”
He doesn’t say anything. I see his hazel colored eyes narrow as he looks even more deeply at me, before surveying my room.
“Oh, those pictures. Those are old. It was just a phase,” I say.
“Uh huh,” he says, unconvinced.
“I’m a young woman now. Like you said.”
“A young woman who still lives at home in the room she grew up in.”
“I won’t live here forever. I mean…I’m all grown up now so it’s time to leave the nest…you know.”
“I do know what you mean. That’s what happens when you’re…grown up. And it’s clear to see that you’re…grown up.”
I see those intense eyes of his drop down to the cleavage, which is hanging out of my white top, which is opened just a little too far. Normally I’d be quick to cover it up, but right now all I want to do is unbutton it some more.
“I am.”
“About what happened in the pool,” he says.
I feel my heart beating inside my chest, and I know where this is going. He’s going to say it was unprofessional…yada yada yada and my fantasy will be ruined.
“Yeah, about that,” I say, trying to delay hearing the words I know are coming. I’m letting my crazy imagination run just a little bit longer, imagining those big, strong hands of his picking me up and throwing me down on my bed…or better yet against the wall.
Silence. His words don’t come. I hear a thud and realize it’s an ax handle hitting the floor. He was holding an axe! My ruff and rugged male fantasy comes rushing back, just as quickly as he takes a step towards me, his shoulders brushing the door on each side.
His hands reach around me, one along my back and the other under my butt as he scoops me right up off the ground. He’s balancing me in one hand while the hand that was on my back slides up and into my hair, pressing my head towards him and our lips meet for the second time.
But this is one fire he’s not about to put out.
I grab his face in my hands and kiss him hard. His skin is rough, dirty, and absolutely perfect. The whites of his eyes look even more intense against the backdrop of his dark features.
He reaches up and slides a finger into my mouth, then another. I suck their length like I’m giving them a blowjob as I feel him pull my body even closer to his.
Even though that fire retardant suit, I can feel his massive erection pressing into me.
His fingers come out of my mouth, as both hands wrap around my waist as he sets me down on the floor.
I reach for his cock, taking it in one hand, and realizing it’s way too big for that. I wrap my other hand around it, and squeeze. It’s way too thick for my grasp.
I’ve never had a moment like this and I know I’ll never have it again. I’m going for it!
I drop to my knees and lift up the top of his fireman’s suit, as I tug at the bottoms. They’re heavy and they don’t budge.
He’s wearing suspenders. I’m getting the entire fantasy.
I unhook the front and slide down his pants. They material is heavy and even heavier due to the fact that he was completely submerged in the pool. And he’s not the only one who’s wet.
I took a quick shower the minute I got to my room, but I already feel the pool forming in-between my legs. This is happening so fast.
I wonder if he’s naked underneath that suit, but then I see his underwear. Now I’ve got my answer to that age-old question of what fireman really have, or don’t have, underneath those suits of theirs.
I drop it down to his knees and am greeted by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, online or off.
It’s pointing straight forward and is right in line with my mouth. I do the logical thing and grab the shaft with two hands as I stick as much of it in my mouth as will fit. I almost gag, and it turns me on even more. There is no way I can get this entire thing in my mouth.
I pull my head back, keeping my lips along his shaft. A deep, gravelly growl echoes throughout my room, bouncing off all four walls and reverberating right up my spine. I’m doing something right, that’s for sure.
I raise his dick and lick straight up the underside until I reach the head, where I use my tongue to trace the groove where he’s circumcised.
I reach the tip and taste a salty sensation and realize he’s already got precum on the tip, which has my pussy clenching, but finding nothing…yet.
I start bobbing my head on his rod as fast as I can. I feel a hand on the back of my head. His thick fingers slide through my brown hair, applying light pressure against my scalp. I like how he’s guiding me, without forcing me. How he’s showing me, through his moans and the rhythm of his hands and hips, that I’m pleasing him. And it’s driving me crazy at the same time.
I’m so fired up I forget how to breathe. I switch to breathing through my nose when there’s no room to take in air through my mouth, his dick filling it completely.
I feel my arms shaking, and realize I’m close. Too close.
I stop bobbing and my mouth shoots open as wide as it will go as his cock slides in even deeper. My head leans back and I release in my short cotton shorts as my body convulses. His dick is pressing firmly against the inside of my cheek, as my pussy continues to empty its juices.
I slide his cock out of my mouth and look up at him. I have no idea how he didn’t cum right on my face, and I don’t know why either. I want it. I want his cum and I’m going to get it.