Page 7 of Lion's Legacy of Flame

Claire

I think I’m being stupid.

I’m pretty sure I’m being stupid.

But what experience do I have to tell me what’s the right thing to do or what’s the wrong thing to do? Brady spends all three of his days off with me. Then, he calls me while he’s on his three-day shift and asks if I want to go out when he’s off.

And I tell him I want to cook for him, so I want him to come here. Here to my house. Where I am now.

To my house where I am right now feeling like I’m being stupid. I think this may be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I’m not being smart.

I’m naked.

I’m on my knees.

I’m waiting for him like I’m one of those silly college girls who posts about doing this all the time on social media.

I’m not entirely naked. I’m wearing a garter belt and stockings. Oh, and deep, wet red lipstick. Damn it, even my fingernails are deep red. I swear, he’s going to look at me andlaugh at me. I mean So, I look like some sort of a whore, not like a naked girl. I mean that literally, by the way. The profession. I’m not putting down…

What the hell is wrong with me?

I can’t think of anything more stressful than waiting for him right now. Yeah, of course I look like a prostitute. That’s the whole point. I should look really sexy and slutty right now. That’s what I’m doing. I’m not on my knees waiting to suck his dick because I want him to imagine just how wholesome I am, for Pete’s sake.

I think it’s a minor miracle I don’t pass out when I hear the knock on the door. My heart beats pretty damned powerfully, and I feel hot all over. Feverish, and in the kind of way that makes you feel weak and almost delirious. I start to speak but it doesn’t come out well at all. I try again. “Brady?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, and his voice is just so perfectly wonderful. I find myself smiling at the sound of him.

“Come in.” It occurs to me suddenly that he might have someone with him. I know that’s an utterly stupid thing for me to worry about. Of course, you don’t bring someone to another person’s house for what’s intended to be a date. Of course, you don’t. He’s never once brought anyone here! I still get this stupid fear about that happening. Like this is the time he’ll step in with some chairman of some firefighters benefit fund or something. It’s dumb as hell but I feel a measure of relief when he steps into the house alone!

I plan to say, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Instead, I say, “Dinner is in the oven so there’s plenty of time.” Okay, that’s not the sexy and adventurous kind of thing I’m trying to portray here but it’s not that terrible. I see his eyes that he’s very happy to see me exactly as I am right now.

He closes the door and says, “You’re stunning.”

Well, I think I’m already blushing so I doubt I turn any redder than I already am. I say in not nearly as seductive a voice as I’d like, “Come over here, sexy fireman.”

He comes over and the new challenge is that I feel like my hands are trembling enough that they will look like I’m shaking. So, I don’t reach for his belt. I put my hands on his legs instead and then use them to steadily move my hands upward without looking like I’m going to shake apart or something.

I’m very thankful that Brady just leaves me be to undo his pants. I think I’d feel immensely embarrassed to have him help me in this seductive moment. And I surprise myself. My hands stay steady as I undo his belt and unzip his pants.

I slide my hands inside them and around to his ass. I slowly move his pants down his legs and then, I come back for his boxers.I smile a bit as I see his cock already creating quite a tent under them. I run my fingers along the waistband, and I feel him shiver. My smile gets bigger, and I dare to look up at him.

His look of complete lust is like an electric shock to my system. I lick my lips hungrily, and he takes a deep breath. Then, I open my mouth wide, and, at the same time, I pull his briefs down. Then, I hurry up and plunge my mouth down on his cock.Um, horizontally on his cock because he’s standing and… Hell, you know what I mean.

And I don’t stop there. I keep pushing, relaxing as much as possible to take him as deeply as I can. He’s quite big, so I don’t expect to get all the way down to the base, but I get damn close. I feel a silly sense of accomplishment even as I feel myself fighting for air.

His body shakes hard again, and I hear him groan, “Claire… damn… Claire, I… holy...”

Again, my body reacts as if it’s me getting the stimulation. I hear his groan and it shoots straight to my pussy. I shift a bit on my knees. I feel very tempted to start playing with myself. Iresist because I want the focus to stay on Brady right now. That’s where it is, and I intend to keep it that way. I pull up and off him, and then I raise one hand to cup his balls while I run my tongue around the head of his cock and up and down the underside of it.

He almost stumbles and uses a hand on the wall to steady himself. We move a little and he ends up leaning against the counter. Can you imagine how good that feels for me? I mean, I’m making him change position so he doesn’t collapse because of how good it feels! I move my mouth down his shaft again. I move, now. I dive deep and pull up faster and faster. Brady’s legs tremble a little and his muscles tense. I bring my unoccupied hand up to rest on his left leg.

Damn it’s powerful. I can feel the strength of this man, and it sends excitement through me. I move more wildly. Licking, sucking, moaning. I let my control go a little astray and pretty much attack him. His groans become just a continuous hum through his body.

I’m shocked at how much I desire to please him. Oh, not in some subservient way, so just cool your jets. It’s just that I’m stunned that I feel so much for someone I’ve known for so little a time. I know that the reason I’m so invested in this blowjob is not solely because I find him attractive physically.

Nope.

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