Sizzle (St. Martin Family Saga): Emergency Responders Page 8

  His hands went to her shoulders. The skin-on-skin contact drove him to the brink of his willpower. Her breasts—those full, bouncing breasts—were drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted one touch, one squeeze, then he’d be satisfied. He knew he shouldn’t reach out, shouldn’t touch, but he lost the battle and his large hands cupped her fullness, gingerly at first. But then he squeezed. Damn, she was just as he knew she would be—soft and pliable, taut and natural. Deliciously pear shaped, just waiting to be tasted.

  Her hands moved over each of his pecs, mimicking his touch to her breasts. He slid the loose strap of the tank top down her arm, gasping when her breast came into view. She was mouth-watering. He traced lightly with his fingertips from the top, over the outer swell and down to the underside, and cupped her there. Her skin was like velvet in his hands, and her nipples were small and hard. He lingered, enjoying the weight of her in his palm, and basked in her prettiness. She had the breasts of a goddess. He leaned forward and took her into his mouth. The contrasts between hard nipple and soft plumpness detonated in his mouth.

  As she tentatively squeezed one of his nipples, her body writhed and she was breathing heavily. He thought a bout of sex would do them both a world of good. For her, it would help her unwind and uncoil some of the stress she encountered earlier. For him, he could go ahead and get it out of his system. Now that his willpower had been shot to hell, there was no way he wouldn’t be able not to have her. And if she were going to be staying for a while, he would need to keep his hands off of her after tonight. She was pretty innocent with her timid touch and her overall shyness, so he would have to use conventional methods with her. It would take all of his strength to not lose himself in her body. Vanilla sex. He thought he would enjoy conventional with Eve and couldn’t imagine using her body the way he did the women at the club. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but she was different. Still, to avoid getting too rough and hurting her he’d have to maintain tremendous focus. Something he didn’t like to do during sex—he didn’t want to hold back, but he could. For her he would.

  Her warm, moist panting near his ear had him as hard as steel. He was watching her squirm, but her eyes were closed.

  “Eve, do you want to fuck?”

  Her eyes flew open wide, then slowly narrowed. She immediately began to recoil from him. She hung her head and tried to pull herself from his hold. “I’m sorry.”

  He pulled her close using an arm around her back and one hand around her wrist. “Why should you be sorry?”

  She bashfully bit her lip. “Well, for… for acting like an animal.”

  “Not like an animal, like a seductress. You’re a goddess and you deserve a god, which I am not, but I do want you more than my next breath.”

  One brow rose, and she asked, “You do?”

  “God, how could I not?” He took her hand and placed it on his bone-fracturing erection.

  She gasped, “Oh my God!” Her eyes turned to smoke when she added, “You’re big everywhere.”

  Her breath was a whisper that ate at his control. His desire—and his dick—grew even more, and he knew she felt it when her eyes opened wider.

  She seemed genuinely worried as she nibbled at her bottom lip and stared at his crotch. “I want you too but—”

  He reassured her with a smile and said, “Don’t worry, I know how to use it.”

  She exhaled slow and deep.

  He forgot about the storm raging outside and instead focused on his raging desire for her. He carried her to his bedroom and laid her on his bed. He turned on the lamps—all of them; he didn’t want to miss any part of having her. It had been over five years since he’d had a woman in his own bed, and he intended to savor this one.

  He took his shoes and socks off, pulled his shirt over his head, and took off his pants. He’d keep his boxers on. He didn’t want to reveal his size until her eyes said she was ready. He looked up and found her watching him while chewing on the tip of her index finger. He growled and crawled onto the bed. She slowly scooted back, but he grasped her ankles and pulled her down to him.

  “And where do you think you’re going?”

  She pulled the finger out of her mouth, making a pop, and smiled at him with desire-filled eyes. He lifted her tank top over her head to reveal her silky breasts with their fully extended nipples. A low moan escaped his throat. She went to her knees, took her wet index finger, and traced lightly over his abdominal muscles. Her touch was driving him wild. She lightly traced the valleys and peaks of his muscles. When her finger grew dry, she placed it in her mouth, sucked it, and then continued her exploration. She followed the veins on his body around like a map.

  His cock had reached mammoth proportions. He cleared his throat.

  “Eve, babe? You’re killing me.”

  She looked up at him fresh faced and innocent. She pulled her hand toward her own chest. “Sorry. I’ve just… I’m sorry.”

  His voice a raspy whisper, he said, “You just what?”

  She swallowed hard. “I’ve never seen or touched a man—”

  “What?” Clay wasn’t able to mask the displeasure in his voice. He couldn’t take her innocence.

  She shook her head. “I mean a man like you.”

  She was so shy and innocent.

  “Have you had many men?”

  She shrugged. “I have an ex.”

  “How long were you with him?”

  “Three years.”

  Clay thought the loser must have been a lousy fuck. With that body of her and her soft breathy moans she was a seductress.

  “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-three.”

  That put him at twelve years her senior, a hell of a spread. He should stop. Could he stop? No, it wasn’t like he was going to stop now, and she didn’t seem to want to either, looking at him expectantly.

  When she leaned back, he climbed higher on the bed. He positioned himself at her side. Looking at her lips, he said, “Come here.” He needed another taste of those soft, pink pillows.

  She leaned onto her side so they were face to face. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and chewed at it gently. When Eve sighed, he took advantage of her open mouth and slid his tongue in. He explored her mouth, running his tongue over her sweetness, inhaling her essence, as her hands went to his jaw.

  While he had control of her mouth, he used the distraction to slide his hand into her shorts. He felt her bare swollen cleft, dripping with desire and the moisture on the back of his hand that had pooled on the panties he’d given her to wear.

  He rose up and broke the connection at their mouth, but kept his hand between her legs to hold them apart. He started sliding her shorts down her legs, and she raised her ass off the bed to help him. In her position, her sex was thrust up into his line of sight, and what he saw had him gasping for breath. When she heard him, she lowered her ass and raised her head to look at him, her legs still parted.

  “Clay?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Is everything okay?” Her voice quivered.

  He inhaled deeply. “Yeah, sorry. I was just rendered speechless by your beauty.”

  She went from lost to passion to serious, maybe nervous, in an instant and started to draw her knees together, but he pulled them apart.

  “Let me look at you. You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “What?”

  Poor thing didn’t even know what she had.

  “Your pussy. So damned beautiful.”

  He’d be happy to educate her, but he thought she might get embarrassed. She had large pink labia opening for him, dripping for him. Just for him. God, her sweet cunt was an invitation, a door that begged to open up and let him in. He opened his mouth at the spread lips of her sex and let his moist breath roll over her. She was wet with arousal, and he lapped at the wetness, devouring her perfume. He licked from the bottom of her channel to the top of her clit with the flat of his tongue.

  She shivered and he groaned.

  He p
laced one hand on her lower abdomen and one under her ass. “Push that glorious cunt up to my face, baby girl. I want to eat it.” He didn’t know where the nicknames were coming from, but the magnitude of her sweetness had him dizzy.

  He heard her moan and looked up to see her gripping the sheets as she watched him eat her cunt with wild-eyed amazement. He pushed his tongue through the center of her beauty for a taste. Eve screamed and squirmed under his mouth so much that he had to press his palm to her belly to keep her still enough that he could continue. He went as deep as he could with his tongue and still it wasn’t close enough—he needed more. He rubbed his face against her, lightly at first but applying more pressure as she fell apart beneath him. Once she was fully engorged, he moved up to her clit and took the taut bud between his teeth and lightly grazed. After each pass, he used the soft tissue of his lips to soothe her. Her body trembled and when her legs closed in on him, he knew she was climaxing. She squeezed his head tight between her legs and began thrusting against his tongue. She chanted his name with a deep, breathy voice. He felt her tense and then quiver, and then additional moisture flowed from her cunt. He sucked up every drop.

  She dropped her head to the bed, spent and sated. He watched her chest rise and fall. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he reached to the bedside table to grab a condom. He put it on, hoping and praying she would let him inside her soft wet heat. He pulled her to the end of the bed and bent his knees to position himself at her entrance. He ran his hands over her breasts and stomach, leaning in to kiss each thigh, knee, and calf.

  “Eve, can I have you now?”

  She moaned long and low and mumbled an incoherent reply while pulling her knees back, opening herself further for him. He groaned. “I’ll take that as consent, baby.”

  He rubbed himself through her wetness. As he pushed his head in past the crown, her body bowed and her nipples turned darker and pebbled. He massaged her as he waited for her to adjust. When she bucked against him, he gave her a few more inches and she gripped him tight. He heard her whimper softly.

  “Eve?”

  Her head rolled sensually in the bed.

  “Look at me.”

  Her head lifted and she looked into his eyes. Hers were dilated to dark smoky-gray rings.

  “Can you take me?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Extremely full.”

  He massaged her clit with the pad of his thumb, and she thrashed—she was still tender. He wanted her to come one more time to lather her up so he could freely push home—holding back was making him sweat and shake, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to maintain control.

  His massage had her second climax building, and moisture flooded between her thighs as her body prepared for his penetration. As her body relaxed, she contracted and he was able to give her a few more inches. He knew how women’s bodies were made. He knew how to make them sing, and he knew when they weren’t able to take all of him. Eve showed none of the signs of not being able to take him, and he had yet to hit her cervix. He thought they might be a perfect fit. He slid into her fully and felt the deeply satisfying stretch of her body adjusting to his. She might be full, but she was writhing and bucking against him for more.

  He wanted to give her a few minutes to get used to him but when she started trying to pump her hips, he pulled most of the way out and pushed back in deep. It felt like heaven.

  He started a steady pumping. She met his thrusts with her hips, unsure at first but gaining in confidence as he continued. Even though he wasn’t much on talking women through sex, he thought he needed to say something. After all, she was quite young and inexperienced.

  “That’s it baby, take what you need.” And he would take what he needed.

  He lifted her legs to his shoulders. He kissed each thigh, and then he pistoned into her with repeated thrusts. Her heavy-lidded eyes met his and her fingers went into her mouth and she bit down and moaned.

  “Baby, scream if you want to. Let go.”

  His pace increased, and she gripped the sheets as her neck arched into a taut bow and she convulsed around him, screaming his name. The repeated fisting of her cunt around his cock had him exploding, and he swore his release went on longer than ever before.

  He lowered himself to her, resting his weight on his arms, breathing hard. He couldn’t move. He didn’t move. But even when he gained his breath, he wasn’t ready to let go—he couldn’t remember a time in the past when he basked in the postcoital effects of sex, but with her he was thoroughly enjoying himself. She stretched and yawned like a satisfied kitten, and her yellow curls spilled around her face, creating a halo. She smiled up at him as her gaze went down to the bed, giving her a demure appearance that had him hardening again. Shit. Better pull out.

  He picked up their clothes, placing hers across the bed. As he dressed he told her, “I have to go back to the fire station. You’ll be okay here, but I want to discuss some precautions.”

  She pulled her shorts up her legs and nodded. “Okay.” She kept her head down, avoiding his gaze.

  “For starters, you’ve got an arming station here on the wall.” He pointed to the keypad next to the light switch by the bedroom door. “It monitors for fire, open doors and windows, and breaking glass, and the motion sensors can be activated once you’re in bed for the night. The code is forty-five, ninety, thirty-three. Memorize it.”

  He said the numbers again, and she obediently repeated them in a soft voice.

  “I’ll want you to arm it when I leave.”

  She nodded.

  “Follow me.”

  She followed him to the front door. He picked up a steel rod that leaned against the wall.

  “I’ve secured the kitchen door and when I leave, I want you to place this bar here, like so.” He wedged the bar under the doorknob. It reached down to the floor. He kicked it until it was snug. He looked to Eve to ensure she was getting the setup. She nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

  “Follow me.”

  She followed him yet again, this time to his closet, from which he removed a black box. He fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked the box.

  “This is a Sig Sauer P380 nine millimeter.” He pulled the pistol from the box and flicked a switch on its side. “Red means shoot. I’ll teach you how to use it when we have more time, but right now all you need to know is you can pretty much point and shoot. There are fifteen rounds, but listen to me.” He lifted her head with his finger until her eyes met his. “If it comes to this, you need to know in your mind going in that you’re going to shoot to kill. If not, don’t go for the gun.”

  Eve trembled and wrapped her arms around her body. He started to recognize that move as something she did when she was uncomfortable. Good, she needed to be on alert. It would be martial law around here, and he needed to know she understood that.

  “Do you live in a bad neighborhood?”

  “No, not a bad neighborhood. I know this is scaring you, but do you know what martial law is?”

  She shook her head.

  “When the local authorities have been compromised, due to emergency situations like weather, the military steps in—especially if things get chaotic, and they will once people start getting out on the streets again. Don’t leave this house. Don’t open the door for anyone but firemen or Jack. Here, take this.”

  He walked to the console table and handed her a two-way radio.

  “Local emergency services are using this right now, so only use it if you have an emergency. Just hit this button”— he hit the yellow strip on the side of the device—“and ask for me repeatedly until someone answers you. Answer anything for… Minnie Mouse. Got it?”

  “Minnie Mouse?”

  “It’s what all the guys use to address their wives and girlfriends across the radio.” She nodded. He hoped she was getting all of his directives.

  “Keep the radio in the room with you.” He looked at her with a raised brow. �
��All good?”

  She nodded again, looking very sleepy. He knew it was a lot of information, but he needed more than just a head nod this time.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Thank you.”

  “Tell me the passcode.”

  “Forty-five, ninety, thirty-three.”

  He lowered himself to her height. Using his thumb and index finger, he massaged her earlobe.

  “I’ll be thinking about how you taste and feel; the memory of your sweet spice will keep me going.”

  He bent and kissed her chastely on the lips, then he lowered his feet into his rain boots.

  “Don’t forget to use the door bar and set the alarm after I leave.”

  He opened the door and was engulfed by the storm.

  8

  When Clay left, Eve’s heart sank in the absence of his comforting presence. Somewhere in the back of her mind a thought was brewing. One she didn’t care to address, but she couldn’t stop it from forming and taking over. It caused her to worry about his safety. Firefighting was one of those jobs that took lives. It was like a deep-sea fisherman or a police officer. Sometimes the men didn’t come home. She prayed for the safety of the emergency responders.

  The storm was bearing down hard, but his home felt safe and warm. She did as she was told and applied the door bar and set the alarm.

  She walked to Clay’s bedroom and climbed onto the bed that smelled of him. In their haste to have one another, she’d forgotten to ask about other women. Who was Clara?

  She lay back on the bed. With the addition of electricity, the sounds of the storm were heavily muted. She focused on the thrum of the air conditioner. Her eyelids grew heavy and she was ready to fall asleep in his sheets, surrounded in his scent.

  She was awakened a few hours later by a loud crack. Groggy, she fell back into the haze of her comfortable cocoon.

  “Minnie Mouse, this is six-Y-five-C-S-M. Come in, please.”

  One of Eve’s eyelids shot up, but exhaustion dragged it back down.

  “Minnie Mouse, this is six-Y-five-C-S-M. Come in, please.”