Hearing those dirty words out of Miles’ mouth makes me cream over his fingers and the walls of my pussy clench with need.
“Never,” I husk. I fumble around until I find the pull of his zipper. Slowly I ease it down and reach in.
He draws in a sharp gasp of air through clenched teeth that sounds like a hiss. For a second I wonder if I’ve hurt him, but if I gauge by the way his eyes roll shut and his chest heaves I’m going to say he likes me stroking his cock from base to tip.
Precum wets my fingers the longer I stroke him and when I press my heels against his ass and draw him closer, we both know this is going to happen. His eyes meet mine and together—him driving deep and me sinking over the head of his cock—we take my virginity.
Hard, silky flesh spreads my channel. The thick head pushes inside, and my mouth opens on a breathless gasp. He sinks, deep, deeper. There’s a sting and my head falls back against the wall. A bloom of pain shoots through me and then as if a wizard snaps, the pain is gone. Heat replaces any sign of uncomfortableness.
Hard muscles tense around me and I slowly open my eyes to find a pissed off firefighter staring down at me. But it seems he can’t help but move inside me. He pulls out and pushes forward. I cry out, feeling him stretch me impossibly wide.
“Miles.”
Soot is smeared across one cheek and his hair is mussed into a tangle of thick chunks sticking up from me running my hands through it.
“Bela, what have you done?” He’s just discovered my secret. He drops his head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around him. He feels so perfect I almost thank my lucky stars for the fire. Almost.
“Nothing I didn’t want to do.” I’ve wanted this man to claim me like this for a long time. Location never mattered. Not to me. Many may think I’ve lost my mind. But us like this…this is my version of perfection.
Miles considers me for a long minute with his cock still buried to the hilt inside my channel. I clench and moan from the feel of his hard, steely length inside me.
I move over him, and he clamps powerful hands around my ass, forcing me to stop. “We’ll talk about this later.”
Those dark eyes of his turn black and his lips are pulled into a tight, straight line. But everything else about him is so into taking me up against the wall. I clench again and shimmy my ass, making him growl. A few good friends liberal with their sexcapades down to the tiniest of details come in handy now that I’m having one of my own.
I swallow thickly and nod. “Good later works for me. We can do anything later but right now. I need this. I need you. Make me see the stars, Miles.” I keep my voice low. I never thought I’d lose my virginity like this. Against a wall with a man like Miles Malone driving into me.
Sculpted pecs, broad shoulders and mouthwateringly strong arms all fall victim to my curious hands. I can’t get enough of touching as he pulls out of me. The head stretches the mouth of my pussy wide and when he glides back in, those stars I crave dance just behind my eyelids.
“Miles,” I purr.
“You don’t understand how toxic you are to my self-control, do you?”
He’s slamming into me, working me so hard it’s kinda hard to talk. I grip his shoulders and hold on, loving the feeling of Miles Malone losing his control.
But I hear his words and they have me speechless, my heart in my throat. I have a curious suspicion if I try to talk it will come out as grunts.
Everything blurs around me—the blackened walls and the fact I can see my singed curtain from the second floor through a hole in the floor. It’s only things. This right here—what we are sharing is everything to me.
My pulse thunders and the walls of my channel throb. “Miles, I’m so close.”
His abs flex and ripple under my palms. He swells inside me, stretching my virgin pussy beyond just pleasure. I feel the burn and I love it just as much.
Strong fingers bury into my hair and my head is brought up. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I spill inside you.” He releases my hair to go after the pleasure nub between my folds. As soon as he strokes the pad of his thumb over my clit, it’s over.
I hold his gaze firmly, his eyes burning into mine. Together we ride the wave of our releases. His cock jerks inside me and the second he gives me his milk, I tumble over the edge. He leans over me, breathing heavily, keeping his cock buried in my entrance.
We stay like this for several minutes. Just breathing. Should I take it as a good sign he hasn’t pulled out and walked away?
“Miles.”
“You were a virgin.” Not a question so I don’t see the need to answer.
He pulls back to peer into my eyes. “You should have said something.”
My brows climb. “And give you another excuse to turn me away? Not smart.”
“You wanted it that badly? That you let me hurt you. There were a million other ways this could have gone that would have felt better.”
Ok, put like that, I see his point. “Do you hear me complaining? I asked for stars and you gave me the moon too.”
Pinned against the wall, he sinks his fingers into the flesh of my ass, massaging the globes, and I can feel his length start to grow inside me. I close my eyes and let my head drop against his shoulder, trusting him completely. “Ready for round, two, Fire Chief?”
He growls something into my neck and gently slides his hardening cock out with a delicious wet pop.
I give a little moan—how could I not? But what I don’t expect is for me to pull him back to me or the tender kiss Miles places on my lips. Almost in reverence.
He shifts his weight, letting me slide down until my feet touch the floor. He leans in and kisses me deeper this time, leaving me panting in his wake when he pulls away. Reaching between my legs, he pulls my panties back into place and then rights himself. To an onlooker, you’d never know what just happened between us.
Thorough and such a gentleman. But something tells me he’s freaking out on the inside.
“It’s a good thing I never got around to opening all the blinds, huh.”
He goes deathly pale and turns toward the bakery’s front windows. “Fuck me.”
“I just did.” I smile, trying to break the tension I feel building between us over the virgin bit.
My heart is beating so hard I’m pretty sure he can see my pulse jumping in my neck. Topic change. Less about the fire chief and me doing it against the wall of my burned bakery. More about what I’m going to do about the latter and my apartment. Like where am I going to sleep tonight?
“Come to my place.” He turns those dark eyes on me as if reading my mind. My knees do some knocking despite me forcing them together. “I have a couch—I end up sleeping on it more often than not—and a bed you can have.”
I didn’t say anything to prompt his offer, so I’m doubly touched.
I purse my lips. Really? The couch? “After what we just did, you want the couch?” I slide my palms under his shirt and glide them over bumps and ridges.
He might not be saying a lot, but the way he strokes the back of a finger down my cheek speaks volumes. Scratch that. Tomes. “Safer that way.” He intakes a lungful of air and I swear I think he’s debating a second round. The way his eyes roll shut and his head falls back, is telling me something so I’ll go with that.
Yeah, buddy, your actions are contradicting your words.
But I wisely keep my lips sealed.
“You can stay with me until the insurance gets their end situated and you back in business. Or how does the Manor House Hotel sound?”
Beautiful place, but for days? Possibly a week or two?
I look pointedly at our soot-covered clothes. “I call first dibs on the shower.”
