“No, and I always read about it in my romance books. Usually the guy is all hard and the girl fumbles and he nearly comes.”
“That’s pretty much it,” I say, and she chuckles.
She presses the condom to my crown, and I groan as her warm hands run it down the length of me.
“That wasn’t so hard,” she says.
“You don’t think,” I say and take my cock into my hand. “Seems pretty hard to me.”
She laughs, and it filters through me, filling my soul in a way it hasn’t been filled in years. Tonight, here with Gemma, it’s good for both of us. She falls back onto the bed, her body wide open and welcoming me.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she says.
“You know, I know things in the bedroom haven’t been great for you, but you sure do know the right things to say to drive a man crazy.”
Her eyes light up. She clearly likes that. “I like driving you crazy, Callan. Being with you makes me forget about the real world for a while.”
“Me too,” I say, and rub my thumb over her clit. She inhales deeply, and her head rolls to the side.
“I love the way you touch me.” She zeroes back in on me. “I’m so glad you banged into me.”
“I’m about to do it again,” I say with a grin, and a smile splits her face when she gets the joke.
“Bang into me, Callan.”
I fall over her and my cock probes her opening. I grab my dick, run circles around her clit until her head is rolling from side to side, her body delirious with want. “You like that, Gemma? You like when I tease this sexy body of yours with the tip of my cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, “More.”
I press against her opening, and glide into her, seating myself high and going still. “Is this what you want?”
“It’s exactly what I want,” she says. “It’s exactly what I need.”
“It’s what I need too,” I admit, and move my hips, slow at first, giving her time to get used to my girth and the fullness, but also to ease her into this, and give her as much pleasure as possible.
“Callan,” she says and runs her nails along my back, tugging me tighter against her body. Her hard nipples score my chest as we come together as one, each pushing and pulling, each giving and taking, the way good sex should be. I find her mouth again, kiss her and tangle my tongue with hers. Jesus, she’s so open and welcoming and responsive to every little touch.
My cock is so damn hard it wants release, but I hang on. No way am I going to come before her. I bury my mouth in the hollow of her throat, and shift so I can tease her nipple between my fingers. I brush it lightly, give it a little pinch that produces the telltale yelp that lets me know she likes what I’m doing. I love discovering her body, finding out her likes.
“You feel so good,” she says, her knees coming up to hug my sides. The position opens her more, and allows me to go deeper. I pull almost all the way out, and glide back in again, yet can’t seem to get deep enough.
She grows wetter, and I reach between our bodies to play with her swollen clit. I stroke her and her mouth opens, no sound escaping as her sex muscles clench around me.
“My God,” I say as she comes all over my cock, her hot juices burning my flesh and soaking my balls. They tighten, eager for release, but I want to hang on, enjoy each pulse as she rides out the wave.
She pants and curls forward, a full body tremor racing through her, and she—goddammit, she’s never looked more beautiful. “That’s it, come all over my cock,” I say. Her spasms finally settle, and she pulls my mouth to hers. Her kisses are softer now, less hurried, as I piston into her, chasing my own orgasm now.
“Yes, just like that,” she says, her words encouraging me on. I pull out and slide back in, a fast, blunt stroke that sheds the last of my restraint. I give in to the pleasure and pour into her. “I feel you,” she says, her arms around me holding me tight as I deplete myself.
Breathing hard, I collapse on top of her. “Jesus, Gemma. That was…”
“Fun,” she says, and I lift my head to see her.
“Yeah, fun.”
“Like a lot of fun.”
“Yeah.”
“Like so fun, we should probably do it again.”
I laugh and roll to the side to discard the condom. “Yeah, but you’re going to have to give me a minute. Maybe two this time.”
She grins at me, and wets her lips. “I’ve got time.” She gives a lazy, catlike stretch. “I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow.” My heart squeezes in the oddest way at the thoughts of her leaving my bed, of not seeing her again for another few years.
I touch her body, run my hand down her stomach. “Still burning up?”
“Uh huh,” she murmurs. “Mr. Sexy Firefighter lit a fuse inside me.” She reaches down and squeezes my cock. “And the only thing that will extinguish it is this big hose.”
I laugh at that. “What have I created?”
“In T-minus two minutes, you’re going to find out.”
6
Gemma
My lids slowly open, catch the splash of sunshine slanting in on the wall. For a second I don’t know where I am, but with the way my body is feeling, so gloriously sated, I could be in a ditch somewhere and wouldn’t care. A little sigh escapes my lips as heated memories fill me. I roll and find the other side of the bed empty. A burst of unease moves through me, and my eyes open bigger. All worry evaporates when I find a very sexy firefighter leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Is that for me?” I ask and sit up a bit. The blankets roll from my naked body and I pull them back up.
He pulls himself up to his full height and I resist the urge to drool as I take pleasure in the sight of him. This morning he’s dressed in a navy T-shirt and jeans that hang low on his hips. I used to notice Callan before, but he was taken, so I kept my eyes to myself. Now, though, he might not be looking for a relationship—neither am I—but I can look my fill, and look I will.
“Could be.”
I arch a brow and push my hair from my shoulders. “Could be?
“Depends on what you’d do for it.”
“Well, that sounds like a challenge to me.”
His sexy grin turns me inside out, and when I hear a noise from downstairs, I stiffen.
“Shoot, Kaitlyn will know I slept over.”
“It’s okay. I explained that it was late, and she’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve had a sleepover.”
I angle my head. Last night he told me he hasn’t been with anyone since Zoe. “Oh?”
“Yeah, sometimes the nanny stays when I work nights, and sometimes the other female firefighters and wives of the male ones stay over.”
“You have a whole harem.”
That pulls a laugh from him. He holds his empty hand up, palm out. “All platonic.”
He comes toward me and I stare at his hard body as mine quivers in awareness. God, what we did last night. It was so incredible. The way he made me feel, both physically and emotionally.
“It really is nice that you have such a great support system.”