Page 50 of Playing With Fire
He brushes his hand across my cheek and I push into his touch as he props himself up on an elbow, all traces of his earlier joking gone.
“Look, I know this is a crazy line to draw in the sand, considering what we’ve done is still cheating, but once my cock stakes its claim, he won’t share. I’m pushing my own limits pretty hard right now because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you falling apart under my touch, but as soon as I’m inside you, I’m never letting you go. And right now, you can’t stay.”
“What are you saying?” I ask, my voice laced with a mix of sadness, anger, and disbelief.
“My body is yours to explore, touch, and taste. I’ll get you off three more times before you fall asleep and there’s a damn good chance you’ll wake up in the morning with my tongue between your legs if you stay the night, but I won’t be fucking you tonight.”
A sob of frustration chokes its way out of me. I know he’s right and I’m sure once my rational mind returns, I’ll appreciate his stance on this, but right now I just want to get lost in him.
“Fine,” I agree, even though an argument is bubbling inside me.
When I finally get his belt undone and slide his pants down his legs, his cock springs free and I pounce, needing him to flood my senses. I inhale his clean masculine scent as I run my tongue along his shaft. His cock twitches and I hear his palm smack the floorto my left.
“Oh, Christ, baby, this isn’t going to take long,” he says on a groan.
I stay silent and continue working him over with my tongue, eager to make him feel as good as I do.
After getting him coated with enough spit, I pump him with my hand as I pull his balls into my mouth one at a time and smile when I feel his hand land on the back of my head. He doesn’t push me down. I think he just wants the connection, and I actually like the way his hand taunts me there.
“That’s so fucking good,” he praises above me.
I hum my approval and move back to his dick which is leaking precum onto my hand. Greedily lapping it up, I test the waters and push my mouth down over his crown. I’m no porn star and I’m horrifically out of practice so there won’t be any deepthroating tonight, but based on the noises he’s making and the way his hips are fighting to stay on this mattress and not buck into me, I don’t think it’ll be a problem.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this,” he pants.
I would tell him about my own fantasies, but that would require me taking my mouth off of him, and I’m not willing to do that. So instead, I just hum my agreement as I bring my hand up to tug lightly on his sack. I’m rewarded with another buck of his hips, telling me he likes that. I squeeze him gently and run my hand up his stomach, unable to get enough of his skin under my hands.
He turns me on so much that before long, I’m bobbing frantically, hollowing my cheeks, trying to get him to spill down my throat. It’s only a few seconds before he’s tapping my head.
“Baby, if you don’t want to swallow, you should move.”
I bob faster.Give it to me.
Another second goes by and then the warm rush of saltycum coats my tongue. I drink every drop and when it’s all gone, I lick once more just to be sure.
I’ve barely recovered my breath when his cell phone starts blaring an odd ringtone.
“Shit, that’s the fire station. Hold that thought,” he says, reaching for his pants. Pulling the phone out of the pocket, he swipes to the right and answers on speakerphone.
“Goddorah.”
“Hey, Hud, we’ve got a one-eleven in an abandoned warehouse. Three engines are responding, but Chief wanted wave one of volunteers notified as well, just in case.”
“I can’t get there in time to be any help. Move me to wave three and repeat call if needed,” Hudson responds quickly.
“10-4.”
He tosses his phone back onto his jeans.
“If you need to go in, I can leave,” I offer, not fully understanding how his job at the fire station works.
“It’s nothing our guys can’t handle. Besides, I’m needed here.” He wraps his arms around me and I sigh in contentment as I rest my head on his chest.
Is this what it feels like to be put first?
I could get used to this.
My brain snags on the fire station though, refusing to let go and I want to learn more. “How often do you go?” I ask, genuinely curious.
