I slam the door and lean against it. I take a moment to get myself together before I walk into the kitchen. I grab a cup and fill it with cold water. I need something to cool down after that exchange.  

Why can’t I get her out of my head? Every time I blink, two images pop into my mind. Sweet cheek’s big, round brown eyes. And those luscious curves of her body.

I sigh and gulp down the rest of the water. It does nothing to take away the fire inside me. I’ve been inside buildings that are on fire, on the brink of collapse, and it doesn’t compare to the heat that I felt between Rose and me.

I can’t do this right now. My shift at the station starts in fifteen minutes. At this point I’m going to be late regardless and get my ass chewed out. I need to focus. The last thing that I need is to be off my game if I need to run into a burning building. Although, thinking of Rose right before that happens wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“How was the gym?” Max, my roommate, asks. He comes up behind me and pats me on the back and grabs his work bag off the counter. “Manage to lift anything heavier than 25 pounds?” He laughs.

“Hands off,” I say and shrug away from him.

Max holds his hands in the air out and to the side. “Woah, someone’s in a bad mood. Did you forget to eat today?” Max walks over to the counter, grabs an apple, and bites into it. He tosses me one and it nearly flies out of my fingers.

“Not today.” Usually Max’s taunting doesn’t gets on my nerves. Today is different. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m mad at myself. I should have gotten her number. I’m going to regret it for the rest of the week, especially if I don’t see her again.

“Whatever is going on, don’t bring that shit back to the station. I won’t stand for it.”

Max and I work at Fire Station 69 in the Big Apple. I couldn’t believe our luck at the time when we got assigned to number 69, of all the stations. It was almost too good of a draw. It’s also a hell of a pick-up line when I talk to the ladies. Although, just letting them know I’m a firefighter is usually enough to get me laid.  

Max Johnson is my roommate and my superior, at least on paper and only at the station. We graduated at the same time.  He took the sergeant test and passed with flying colors, of course. I woke up late and managed to miss the mark by one point. Not that it mattered to me at the time. Until Max got assigned to the same shift as me. He never fails to remind me that he’s in charge of me.

“I’ll be good. I just need to take a shower.” I clutch my bag close to my back. If I’m going to be late for work, might as well be fashionably late.

“Don’t you usually take a shower at the gym?” he asks, but I slam the door to the bathroom behind me.

I need to release. To get the aggression out before I go to work. Anything to get her out of my head.

The way she panicked when my cock hung inches from her mouth. The adorable grin she gave me when I caught her staring at my crotch. The way her yoga pants hugged those tight curves of hers.

I never get this hung up over a random girl. Especially not a girl that I barely know.

Yet there’s something different about Rose. Everything she did in that locker room pulled me toward her. I’d never wanted someone so much in my life. And I also wasn’t used to being turned down.

I close my eyes and I can feel her in my arms. Her petite, curvy body pressed against me. Those brown eyes looking at me, Rose biting down on her lip as she bobs against my chest. The soft, subtle smell of her perfume wafting into my nose.

That girl had curves in all the right places. And I messed it up.

That won’t happen again. Not if I have anything to say about it.

“Rose,” I stutter, bringing a hand down to my stiff cock. It’s been stiff as a board since I left the locker room.

Her name hangs in the air and brings her features to the forefront of my mind. The cold water from the shower hits my back and does nothing to dissipate the heat inside of me.

I focus on those sweet cheeks of hers. If only she would have taken me on my proposition. There would have been no hesitation on my part. I could tell that she wanted me.

The way her forehead scrunched up as she thought my words over. Probably trying to figure out if I was serious or not. The way her eyes skimmed across my body as she thought it through, biting down on her lip when her eyes fell on my crotch.

The subtle sweat on her forehead when she walked into the locker room. The glow in her eyes when she struggled to look away from my cock.

Just thinking about it makes me harder than steel. I stroke up and down my length, her tits on my mind. Those succulent, pouty lips of hers wrapped around my cock.

Her words bleeding into my mind. Pleading for me to take her in that locker room.

“Take me,” Rose moans as she charges into me. Her small body presses against me, knocking me into the lockers behind. She’s stronger than she looks.

I drop my backpack on the floor and kick it away. I need space to work with her. I want to devour every inch of her body. I won’t stop until I have my fill.

My fingers clutch the bottom of her elastic shirt and pull it over her head. Her tits bounce in front of me and I knead them. Swiftly taking them into my mouth. A whimper escapes her as her fingers run through my hair.

“More,” she moans. “I want more.”

I don’t argue with her. It’s what I want. She paces back, taking me along with her. My hands holding onto her breasts, not wanting to leave her body. She leans over and turns the lever, the hiss of water breaking through the moans and grunts. The steam fills the small shower room.

I turn her over against the cold, marble tiling. Her hands fly up above her, clinging to the wall. My fingers tug at her yoga pants, pulling them down her body. My hands grip those sweet cheeks of hers, spreading them and giving me a look at her peach.

“This is what I want.” I tug at her panties and they tear from her body. “I want you now,” I growl.

I spin her around and kiss her neck, my stiffness pressing against her stomach. She takes it into her hand and strokes it, spreading the precum. Her hands are soft and gentle against my length. My lips dig into her neck and I can’t take it anymore.

I press down on the top of her head. She fights my touch at first, smirking at me. The same smirk I gave her before. Her lips press against my chest as her hand runs along my stomach, feeling my ripples. Slowly, she makes her way down my body, peppering it with the slowest and most sensual kisses of my life. By the time, she gets to my cock, I’m about to explode.

She opens her mouth and inches toward my tip. I’m on the tip of my toes, my fingers running through her wet hair. Her lip quivers as it gets closer. And closer. I fight the urge to force her onto me. When I can feel her breath on me, she looks up and smiles.

“Is this what you want?” She strokes me one time, a bead of precum coming out.

“Yes,” I utter through clenched teeth. “Yes, it is.”

She tilts her head to the side and looks at my cock. There’s hunger in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do.

“Are you sure?”

My hands grab hold behind her head and push her onto me. She doesn’t fight me. The warmth of her mouth runs up my body, hotter than the hot water running down my legs. I hold her head still while I stroke into her mouth over and over, her tongue lashing underneath.

“Oh, sweet cheeks,” I mutter under my breath. This is better than anything I’d ever experienced before. Words almost can’t describe what I’m feeling.

I don’t want to bust until I feel every part of her. I growl in frustration and grab hold of her. She looks at me as I push her against the wall, spreading her legs open. A whine leaves her lips as my head presses against her entrance. She’s tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before.

She leans over, her tits pressing against the marble wall, and plays with her clit. She wiggles her ass from side to side, letting me feel more of her warmth.

“Give it to me,” she moans, my cock at her entrance. I can feel the heat between her legs. Her red velvet tightness at my tip.

“Yo, hurry the fuck up in there. We’re going to be late if you take any longer,” Max shouts, banging on the door.

FUCK! I pound my fist against the wall.

“All right. All right,” I shout back.

For fuck’s sake. I turn off the shower and hop out. My cock wobbles between my legs in anger like a needle in a compass. If only it would lead me to Rose.