“Sorry.” Noah chuckled when she pushed the kit to the floor with the food.
“That’s talking. More naked.” She whipped her shirt off, letting him feast his eyes on the matching pink bra with its gossamer-thin cups. Noah dropped to his knees and proceeded to suckle her breasts through the sheer fabric. Her nipples swelled and blossomed under his enthusiastic attention. It took almost nothing to reduce her to clutching at his strong shoulders, moaning his name.
“Please. More. Noah.” Erin traced a hand down his chest, helping him lift his sweater over his head. He leaned forward, caging her with his arms, his long, rangy body tense.
It wasn’t enough; she needed more.
“Pull the string.” The center of her bra was held together by a deceptively small tie. He nudged it with one finger, and the bra unraveled. Her damp nipples were screaming for his mouth again. He willingly ducked down his head and sucked on each turgid peak. She guided his hand to the front button of her jeans, scrambling to help open it.
Erin clutched his hair, hoping she wasn’t ripping chunks out of it. She wanted him inside, now. “I want you. Please.”
“Anything,” he vowed, dropping a quick kiss on her mouth and sitting back slightly.
Not good enough.
She pulled him back down, giving him a new bite mark right above one of his nipples. He ignored the pain and widened his access to her pants. “Tell me what you need.”
“You. Inside me.”
His fingers inched their way inside the thong. Stuck between her tight jeans and her moist heat, he carefully massaged her outer lips, occasionally grazing her clit.
“Hang on.” Noah’s voice was unrecognizable with rough lust, his control fraying. He shoved his dress pants and underwear down to his knees and rolled her onto her chest. “Ready, Cupcake?”
Butter-smooth leather rubbed her chest, teasing those sensitive crests maddeningly. She lifted her hips, feeling him behind her. He slid her jeans and thong midway down her thighs. Erin arched, bracing her hands on the dashboard. “Noah! Don’t stop!”
“I won’t.” He positioned himself and slowly pushed between her thighs. With her jeans trapping her legs close together, it made her unbearably tight as the flared head passed into her channel. They shared a loud groan.
“Give it to me. Party like it’s your birth—” Erin’s words cut off as an orgasm crashed over her.
Noah never slowed, riding her through it. His dick filled her, his arms surrounded her, striving to scale that precipice again. This was the dirty, naughty, panty-soaking experience she ached for. Her Fire Chief driving into her, pistoning in and out, overwhelming her with pleasure.
Always generous, no matter how close he was, Noah leaned forward to tweak her overly responsive nipples. It was enough to send her again over the edge, screaming his name. She felt him thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt, letting loose.
He shouted her name as her greedy pussy obliged him by twitching with each pulsation of his spend, drawing his cum deeper inside her.
They collapsed in a pile of trembling limbs, and Erin started to laugh. “We couldn’t do this before the date?”
“If we did, we’d never have made it here, Cupcake,” Noah said and nipped the back of her neck.
“Did you call me ‘Cupcake’?”
“I did. I’m trying it out. You’re delicious, and I could eat you in two bites.” He detached himself and found his sweater on the floor. “Oh, your back. It’s bruised… a lot.”
“Hazard of the job. Cupcake to Han. What? Trying it out with your fake name.” Erin glanced back and beamed. Noah’s post orgasm face was insanely sunny every time.
He politely wiped the traces of the christening from her thighs with his sweater.
“I’m still sorry about the bruises, Cupcake. I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, retrieving her bra and jacket from the floor.
She only bothered with the jacket. Why pretend otherwise? “Let’s head to my place, and I’ll let you.”
Fire Chief Noah Baker spent no minute alone for the rest of his fake-fortieth birthday.
Chapter 34
Firehouse 15 looked completely different the following week for Thanksgiving. While Assistant Chief Cordova was physically present inside the office as substitute captain, he spent his time working on paperwork and making phone calls. The real work was being done by regular lieutenants, as B and C-shifts had multiple on take vacation for the holiday.
This week, A-shift matched with a Korean Lieutenant, Tara Kwon, from Firehouse 13 ‘The Luckies.’ With her present, they could cover Medic and Engine. Ladder reportedly would be back in rotation after the New Year.
