Page 9 of Her Older Fireman

Chapter 5

Maddie

Except for Colette, I don’t think anyone has ever been this angry on my behalf before. It’s comforting. And damn sexy.

When my mom starts raging at me, I cringe away, but there’s nothing scary or oppressive about Gabe’s fury. I’ve spent a lot of my life feeling shitty and small because of my mom. But with Gabe in my corner, big and safe and kind, I feel stronger. Like he’s holding out his hand and lending me a little bit of his strength to help me stand up on my own two feet. Seeing Gabe get angry like this—well, it’s like finding out that I’m allowed to be angry, too. That it really is as shitty as I suspected it might be, and I wasn’t just being sensitive.

You deserve respect, a little voice from deep inside says. You always mattered to Colette. And you matter to Gabe, too.

But right now, as Gabe’s sensual mouth plunders mine and his strong arms wind around me, I don’t want to think about my mom or our latest argument.

“I really care about you,” he says as he breaks the kiss. “Whatever happens, you can trust me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. “Can we kiss some more?”

He laughs and moves in to devour my mouth again. His tongue tangles with mine as his hands trail down my body, tracing the sides of my breasts before they land on my ass. He squeezes each cheek, groaning in appreciation as his mouth slides to my neck, wrenching a shiver from me as he nips and kisses the sensitive skin there.

His hands massage the generous flesh of my backside as he pushes me in flush with his hard cock, which is impossible to miss, even hidden behind a layer of worn denim. I gasp as my pussy gushes my arousal.

This is fast. I’ve never moved this fast with a guy before—not that there have been very many—but it feels so good, and I’m desperate to be close to him. I run my hands along his shoulders, feeling the thick muscles that I’ve been dying to touch ever since the first time I saw him shirtless in his backyard. He tenses and shudders under my exploring hands, and I know that I affect him as much as he affects me.

He eases the hem of my skirt up and I feel his fingers against my upper thigh. “Is this okay?” he says.

“Yeah,” I say. “God, yes.” He kisses me again, hot and searching, and I feel his fingers wander to the damp fabric covering my pussy.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I met you,” he says in my ear. His other hand gently circles a nipple hard and visible even through my bra. “Do you think about me?” He punctuates his question with a gentle pinch to my nipple as he herds me back until I’m leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Yes,” I say. I turn my head to the side as he leans down to nibble my ear. “All the time.”

“Have you touched yourself while thinking about me?” A single finger skims just inside the elastic of my panties. Not close enough to where I want him.

I nod. Of course I have.

“I’m very glad to hear that,” he says. He bites my earlobe and the finger moves in a bit closer. “I practically jerked my cock raw after I met you. I couldn’t stop thinking about your beautiful face, your brains, your smile, and this fucking incredible body.”

The finger darts inside my panties and grazes across my throbbing clit. I bite back a moan and reach back to grip the edge of the counter. He gives me a wicked smile and slowly lowers to his knees, reaching up into my skirt with both hands.

“You wouldn’t,” I say. I’m a little scandalized, which makes this all the more delicious.

“Oh, believe me,” he says as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties. “I would. I will. I am.”

In one quick movement, he zips the panties down my legs and my knees tremble as he stuffs them into his back pocket.

“I’m keeping these,” he says. “You’ll have to come over if you want to get them back.”

I just nod as he pushes my skirt up, exposing my pussy to his heated stare. He nudges my legs apart and looks up at me as he toys with my clit with a single index finger.

“Does this feel good?” he asks. When I nod, he leans in and places a gentle, sucking kiss on top of my clit. “And what about this?”

“Yes,” I squeak. “More.”

He grins. “My pleasure,” he says, and buries his face between my legs.

I’ve been on the receiving end of oral sex before, but never with someone as good as Gabe, and definitely never standing up in the kitchen. It’s a struggle not to sink to the floor as his tongue flutters around the hardened kernel of my clit while his hands caress my skin. I lean back and suck in a shaky breath as he wedges his shoulders even further between my spread thighs, licking furiously as he slides two fingers into my throbbing channel.

“Oh, holy shit,” I say as those thick fingers fuck smoothly into me. “You’re so good at that.”

He leans back and looks at me, licking his lips lazily. I think I might come on the spot.

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