“I don’t think you’re free yet.” He kissed her shoulder and pushed the tank top down off of her arm where that bright blue push-up bra waited for him.
She stopped his teasing. “My turn. I get to release you from your bindings.” She ran her fingers through his short black hair and down his polo to the waistband of his jeans. Once she opened the fly of his jeans, she felt around his pockets.
“You won’t be needing these.” Isadora tossed his pack of cigarettes and wallet onto the counter next to her wig. She felt around his inner pocket, swiping at his hardening cock through the fabric.
He hissed, “You don’t think I’ll smoke after sex?”
“You won’t need to, and it’s bad for you.”
He pushed her up against the counter, one hand in her skirt. He lowered his pants, flipped the skirt up, and gave her a good grind. “Running into burning buildings is bad for you. Just me, my guys, and my hose.”
Isadora kissed him, letting her body mold to his. “Firefighting always sounds so cool.”
“It is. We train hard. Guys like me can drill for hours.” With a flick of his fingers, he found the back clasp of her bra, and her fine, fine breasts were free. Or not completely because he placed his lips on the fabric covering her deep brown peak and gave it a strong suck.
“Hours, hmm? I should warn you. I know how to handle a gun.”
“Do you?” He hooked a finger on her panties and nudged them down to her ankles, which required him to take a step back.
“Yes, I like to stroke the barrel and make sure it’s loaded.” Isadora dropped to her knees, taking his boxers and jeans with her own the way down. She skipped the preamble by opening her mouth to take his dick right where it needed to be.
Stars, explosions, rainbows, and whatever the fuck happened exploded behind his eyes. This was not how he’d imagined his day going. It had opened with stressing over integrating a woman into his firehouse and was going to end with a very different woman giving him a BJ in a kitchen.
In fact, he was so into it, he barely registered that her hand was on his left hip until she paused.
“Hey!”
Though his erection was inches from her mouth, she was petting the rough patch from his hip to his knee. “What’s this?”
“Souvenir.”
“From what?” Her touch was featherlight.
“Rookie year, garage roof collapsed and made the car next to me a convertible.”
“Pobrecito.” She kissed the old scar rather than the part that really demanded her attention.
He shook his hips at her. “If you think that was fun, wait till you see my chest.”
“Will I get to kiss it and make it better?”
“You know what needs kissing and making better?” He pointed at his hard-on.
She placed an exaggerated kiss on the head of his cock, popping her lips. “Feeling better?”
“No,alta voltaje,” he called.
She stood and helped him roll off his shirt. There was a circular burn mark on the right side of his chest. “What happened here?”
“Just like I said.Alta voltaje. A live wire.”
“Live wire?” she reached out and touched it. “How did it happen?”
“It looked so innocent.” He pulled the tank top over her head and grasped two handfuls of her breasts. “The electric company hadn’t turned off the power when we entered the scene. The fire snapped the cable, and I was too close.”
“Mateo.” Her brown eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as he pinched both nipples. “Does that story get you laid?”
“Most of the time.” He took one nipple back in his mouth and nipped it with his teeth. “I’d like to think I have other worthwhile skills.”
