Page 33 of Set Me On Fire

Challenges had me doing dumb things all the time, but I was pretty sure I was going to regret this a whole lot less than climbing to the top of the big cypress tree on our grandparents’ farm. My lips twitched, unable to keep my smile back, and then I nodded.

“Gonna need to hear you say it, babe.” Knox rumbled.

“Take me to your bunk room.” The words came out easier and easier as I spoke. “Show me what you’ve got.” My eyes dropped down to meet Charlie’s and Noah’s. “All of you.”

“You heard the lady.”

Charlie had me up and over his shoulder in seconds, my yelp echoing down the hall as he carried me out of the room and further into the station. Everything was a blur until we reached the bunkroom. He laid me down with all the gentleness of a groom on his wedding night, the other two dark shapes behind him when the door was closed.

“Lights on or off?”

Part of me was tempted to leave them off, to turn the three of them into sexy shadows that would fulfil my every desire, but this was an opportunity that would never be repeated.

“On.”

When the room filled with light, I saw them all move, starting to tug their shirts up and over their heads or unbutton them, but I had to step in. “Um, no… we’re not doing it like that.” Each one of them froze. “Do you know how many women around the world fantasise about being with three hot firefighters? The Australia firefighters’ calendar has a lot to answer for.”

They looked at each other, trading smirks like a pack of boys, not big, strong men, but these guys were no children, as I was about to find out. I rolled up out of bed, feeling like a kid in a candy store.

“I mean, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

My hand slid under Knox’s shirt and across his stomach, feeling his muscles bunch in response. “I’ll be remembering this when I’m old and decrepit.”

Charlie was just as ripped as I thought he was. His chest had zero give as I smoothed his shirt upwards. I had Knox’s over his head, caught the massive span of his shoulders and the tattoos that snaked across them, before I turned to Noah.

“For me too.”

He said that with far more vulnerability than he meant to I think, shaking his head then watching as I unbuttoned his shirt. I always thought there was an angular grace about his body before, but now? He was a masterwork of muscle, and he may have flexed just a little under my inspection. Shirts removed, I started on the best part. Getting into a guy’s pants was a bit like a Christmas present. You had no idea what was under the wrapping. I eased belts open, pulled down zippers and then…

“Are you OK?” Charlie asked. I sat back on my heels and just stared. “Millie?—”

“Oh, I am fine.”

My lips curved as I moved closer, not knowing what to touch first. Knox was frighteningly thick, but right now my pussy wasconvinced we could take him. Charlie had a curve that would hit all the right spots, and Noah… I remembered some of the bullshit the other guys used to say about him at school, claiming he was a dickless wonder, but they obviously hadn’t seen what I did now. Long, hard, there was no way I wouldn’t feel every inch going in. Then there was the way he shivered, his eyes rolling back, his breathing hissing like a boiled kettle as I gave him a little stroke.

Merry Christmas to me.

Apparently, I had been a very good girl this year, because I was getting all the presents, and now was the time to sample one. I licked a stripe up Noah’s dick, his hands instantly clamping down on my head.

“Fuck, Millie, I….” Whatever he had to say was pushed aside as I swirled my tongue around the head, then sucked him in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” His breath came out in a long sigh when I pulled away, because I wasn’t letting the fun end that quickly.

“You gonna suck me down?” Charlie stared down at me. “Open those pretty lips.” I did exactly that. “Been thinking about this since that night. Oh fuck…” I liked seeing his control fracture, that pretty face screw up almost in an expression of pain, even though I knew what he was feeling. My tongue worked along the sensitive underside of his cock as he worked it back and forth for a few strokes, then pulled free. That angry red length twitched in the air as he struggled for control. “Damn, babe, that was too fucking good.”

“Losing control already?” Knox snarked. “Amateur.”

“That right?” Charlie turned back to me. “Time to see how long the big guy can last when it feels like you’re getting your soul sucked out through your dick.”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked, smiling right up until I tried to wrap my hand around his length. OK, my vagina was completelyhaving second thoughts, but my mouth often wrote checks I couldn’t cash, so I moved forward.

“Not a challenge…” Knox barely squeezed that out, his voice sounding strangled. “Because I know I’d lose. Just the head.” I was coughing and spluttering, trying to take more of him that my throat could handle, but I wasn’t to be deterred. He might not be drawing a line in the sand for me, but I was. I went back for more, my lips stretched almost painfully tight as I did just as he asked. “That’s it.”

His hand went to my hair, balling it back at my nape, making me feel in control and out of it at the same time. His hips flexed gently, testing my gag reflex, but not pushing past it.

“Fuck, Millie, fuck…”

I liked the sound of his control fracturing. If I could’ve smiled with the Godzilla of dicks in my mouth, I would’ve, but instead I was pulled free.

“That feels so damn good.” He smiled slowly. “But I know what will feel better.”

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