Page 10 of Her Older Fireman

“This is just a preview until I get you in my bed,” he says. And then he dives right back in.

“My mom could come home any second,” I gasp, even as he grabs one of my legs and winds it over his shoulder. “We can’t get caught.”

“Then I guess you better come now,” he says from between my legs. His fingers don’t miss a beat, thrusting in and out with maddening slowness, even as his tongue flicks faster against my throbbing clit.

As if on cue, I hear a car turn in and crunch up the gravel, just as Gabe gently catches my clit between his teeth and sucks. I clamp my hands over my mouth and come hard, sagging against him as my pussy spasms around his thrusting fingers.

He shrugs my leg off of his shoulder and stands up, licking those fingers and wiping his chin as he gives me a hot, mischievous smile. I feel my face go beet-red as I straighten my skirt.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I say as the doorknob jiggles.

“And we’ll do it again,” he whispers. I bite back a laugh and turn to face the music.

The door swings open and there’s my mother, holding a plastic grocery bag. She stares at Gabe in confusion.

“Who is this?” she asks sharply.

“Mom, this is our neighbor, Gabe,” I said.

Gabe smiles at my mother, but it’s a cold and empty grin. He’s still furious with her, I realize.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, extending his hand.

“Jodie,” my mom answers. She sets the bag on the counter and gingerly takes his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, but we’re about to eat dinner.”

“Of course,” he says smoothly. “Nice to meet you, Jodie. Maddie, I’ll see you around.”

He gives me a long look. I am right next door, it says. I nod, and without a word, he turns and walks out the front door.

“Well,” my mother says as we watch Gabe through the window. “What on earth does he want with you?”

My face reddens and I feel my face tighten. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Mom rolls her eyes. “He’s very handsome, and he’s older than you. I’ll ask you again, what does he want with you?”

My mother can be petty and thoughtless, but this level of outright cruelty is rare, even for her. I’m surprised to realize that the words don’t seem to hit me in a vulnerable spot. Maybe it’s Gabe’s encouragement from earlier, or his anger on my behalf. Or maybe it was how he seemed to relish feasting on my body, demanding my pleasure while taking none for himself, happy to simply make me feel good.

“I guess he just stopped by to say hi,” I say lightly. “Enjoy your dinner, Mom. I ate before I got home.”

I turn and walk down the hall to my room. Another night in my room, studying until late. But tonight, it doesn’t feel like hiding.

It feels like a victory.

Because for the first time, I realize that I deserve better than what I get at home. I deserve someone who treats me with respect, and values what I have to offer, and not the constant, soul-sucking negativity that my mother flings at me.

Gabe can’t fix everything for me. But if he’s throwing me a lifeline?

Well, I plan to take it.

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