The Fireman

MADISON

He slid into me faster than I could anticipate, a hiss escaping my lips as he babbled into my neck.

I had nothing to hold onto, my hands having no option but to garland his neck as he lifted me, moving me up and down. I could barely breathe, and my teeth sank into his shoulder as we became one.

My moans become louder as his groin pressed against my clit, rubbing it with each thrust. He felt better than I had ever imagined, and as I moaned his name he chuckled against me.

“Ssshh, Madison!” he ordered, standing me on my feet.

I was trembling when he sat down at his seat, then dragged me onto his lap. I push him into myself greedily, no longer caring who might hear me. Rowan gazed at me, his green eyes glittering as he tugged my blouse open.

I was doing the fucking alphabet with my hips, my orgasm hurtling through my body as his ravenous mouth feasted on my nipples. When my explosion happened, my vice squeezing his flesh, he stifled my incoherent curses, gripping my hips.

“Rowan, we’ve got a call!” boomed a voice, so that I jumped up and dragging my skirt down, still panting. Rowan tugged his pants into position, stretching his head out to call out to Stu.

“On my way!” Rowan shouted back, glancing at me while I finished buttoning up my shirt. “Mads, you’ve gotta go. I’ll come round after work.”

He jumped down, lifting me by my waist. He kissed me hard on the mouth, and instantly we are running our hands all over one another.

“Grrr, go, woman!”

I buttoned up my shirt and pulled my hair together, binding it with the elastic. My panties were soaking, and I was in desperate need of a shower.

As the fire engine’s siren blared, I closed the car door behind me. I leaned back in my seat, feeling exhilarated.

I can’t wait to see him again.