Payback: The Men of Firehouse 69 (3 page)

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Oh God, I’m
finally kissing Andre.
She didn’t want to do anything to
screw this up and if this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake-up. All she had
to do was kiss him, maybe lead him on for a bit, and then leave him high and
dry.

But he tasted too good
to let go and his strong arms around her felt divine. She had waited years for
this, ever since she knew what a kiss was, and she couldn’t bear to let him go.

His tongue swept along
her lips, asking for entry. She quivered and clutched his shirt to stop from
melting into a puddle at his feet. She met him eagerly with every thrust and
wished he would move south with his hot kisses.

The table jarred her
and when she broke away from him to ask how she ended up there, he took
advantage of her shock to lift her onto the table. She met his gaze and every
inch of her body tingled from the lust his touch caused.

He ran his hand from
her knee up to her garter snaps. The stockings had been an afterthought but
when he gently fingered them, she was glad she put them on.

“Baby, you know what
buttons to push,” he said, his voice gone rough. “These are killing me.”

The thrill he gave her
wasn’t only sexual but also a heady sense of power by letting her know how much
he wanted her. Oh God, wasn’t she supposed to be shoving him out the door into
the cold night? Just a few more minutes longer and certainly she would have her
fill of him, enough to last all the cold nights without him.

He pushed his finger
beneath her garter strap and moved up her thigh, under her skirt. She trembled
and unable to break his hypnotic gaze, she stared into his deep blue eyes. His
expression dared her to stop him, but she couldn’t even remember how to move
her lips.

When his finger touched
the edge of her satin thong, she knew what fire was and it threatened to
consume her. His low groan drowned out her gasp. “Oh God, Mel, you’re so wet,”
he said breathily. “Is all this for me?”

“Yes,” she said and
wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He hooked his hands
behind her knees. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said as he moved her arms to
cup his shoulders. “As much as I can’t wait to be inside you, I think I can
hold myself back until we get to your bed.”

She hooked her feet
together, pressing her hot, wet center against his hard bulge. “You’d better
hurry because I don’t think I can control myself. Andre, I need you so bad.”

Chapter Three

He set Mel on the bed
and they both made quick work of stripping back the duvet. Once she sat on the
bed sheet, she looked up at him. “What now?” she asked, her voice shaking.

Was she scared? She
shouldn’t be, not of him. Did she tremble from excitement, like he did?
“Relax,” he said and chuckled to cover his nervousness.

“How can I?” she asked,
which came out in a throaty purr. “You still have your clothes on.”

Her wanton behavior
sent a pulse of pure lust straight to his cock. He ached to have her, and
having her this close without being inside her hot wetness was torturous. “You
first,” he demanded and reached for the hem of her top.

She helped him tug off
her blouse and when he saw what was beneath, the material fell from his
fingers. The peek before whet his appetite for what was to come, and she was
more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

Andre swallowed as she
wriggled to unzip her skirt. Her breasts bounced, hypnotizing him with their
swaying beauty. He couldn’t wait until he unhooked her bra and revealed her
dusky nipples. Imagining their puckered beauty made his mouth water.

She slid her skirt off
and once it hit her ankles, she reached for her tiny thong. “Leave those,” he
said. She nodded and reached to unbuckle her strappy heels. “Them too.”

She smiled and quirked
an eyebrow as she leaned back on her elbows. “I’ll leave the rest up to you.
Your wish is my command.”

The last sentence was a
silly farce because she had him wrapped around her little finger. He was at her
beck and call but he loved her reclining like this with her legs spread wide
and her eyes blazing with desire for him.

He kneeled beside the
bed and reached for her hips. He hooked his thumbs beneath the stretchy satin
and tugged them down slightly to reveal her damp curls. Her wild moan pushed
him on but when her fingers threaded through his hair, he stopped and looked
up.

From the need in her
eyes, she wanted him to continue. He held her gaze as he slowly pulled her
panties down to her ankles and then dropped his head to place a tiny kiss on
the inside of her knee.

She gasped as he tossed
the scrap of satin to the side and then he was back, running his hands up her
thighs. When he reached her mound, he dropped his gaze from her eyes and
grinned when he saw the moisture glistening there.

He dragged his
forefinger across her slit and she groaned with need. He moved up her body and
leaned over her. Her blonde hair spread across the bed sheet was her only
adornment besides her bra and garters and her very naughty heels.

His mouth watered with
want to taste her. Before they could go much farther, he had to ask, “What
about that date of yours?” he asked slowly. “I’m not letting you go until
morning.”

She smirked and said,
“Tag, baby, you’re it. You gonna chase me now?”

He laughed and rubbed
his hand over her hip. “Seriously, Mel, am I going to have an angry man at your
door to deal with? I mean, I have no problem getting rid of him for you but I
need to know if I’ll have to keep my pants on or can I get down to business?”

She shivered as he
trailed his hand back down to her mound and grazed the backs of his fingers
across her wet curls. Her voice shook as she spoke. “Just like you, I didn’t
exactly tell the truth either. There is no other guy waiting in the night to
come pick me up.”

He grinned. “So all of
this, you dressed up like this for me?” He parted her nether lips and slid his
finger between them easily and found her hot button.

“Yeah, I did, to seduce
you. My plan was to get you all hot and bothered, and then throw you out in the
cold as punishment for tricking me.”

He growled low in his
throat. “You play dirty, Mel.” He pinched her clit roughly. “And I can too, you
know.”

She gasped as her body
pulsed with need. “I thought we got past that before. You said you were sorry.”
The words rushed out of her and ended off with a thin, whistling gasp.

“This might be news to
you, but I wasn’t really sorry for what Bud did. This night has been the best
thing that ever happened to me,” he said and leaned in to kiss her neck. “But
Mel?”

“Yeah?” she choked out.

“You’ve been naughty
girl this year.” He growled and nipped the sensitive flesh at her throat. “Very
naughty.”

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Mel shivered as Andre
trailed his lips down her neck to her breasts, kissing the tops of them each in
turn. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

He looked at her like
she was a goddess, watching her every move with the same hunger she felt for
him. It all seemed like a dream, one too good to be true. If it was, she didn’t
want to wake up.

His arms surrounded her
as he slid his hands to her bra clasp. He jiggled it for a bit, trying to
unhook the clasp and she bit back a giggle as he tickled her by accident.
Finally, his shoulders sagged as he admitted defeat.

“Need help?” she asked.

“Whoever made bras
should make chastity belts too.”

“They would be outlawed
as torture, I’m sure,” she said as she reached behind her and quickly unhooked
the offending device.

“Oh definitely,” he
said, his expression darkening. “Bras were created with an express purpose to
put a kink in men’s plans of getting down to business quickly.”

“Andre?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m done unhooking my
bra,” she said. “Care to take it off for me?”

He grinned and tugged
it gently off her shoulders, revealing her breasts as the cups slid down to her
lap. “You are perfect,” he whispered, bowing his head to take a puckered nipple
in his mouth. He lapped it gently, making her shiver.

He paid as much
attention to the other one and she sighed as her core pulsed with need. She ran
her fingers through his hair, holding him to her. She protested when he moved
his sweet kisses to the valley between her breasts but when he trailed lower,
she moaned.

He nuzzled her belly
button and she giggled. “Stop that.” Suddenly he pushed up from the bed, his
face lighting up. “Oh God, I didn’t mean for you to actually stop.”

“Wait right here,” he
said and raced out of the room.

Mel frowned at her
bedroom door but before she could react, he came back in sans shoes but
carrying a champagne bottle. “What’s that for?” she asked.

He ripped the foil off
and twisted the wire. “I bought it as a peace offering.”

“Oh, you’re forgiven.”

Andre loosened the cork
until it popped. “That’s a relief.” He set the bottle down on the bed table and
reached for the hem of his shirt. As he revealed his fit, muscled body, Mel bit
her lip to keep from moaning.

She knew he was in good
shape for his job, but she hadn’t realized how thick his build was. She swept
her gaze from his broad shoulders to his trim waist, taking in his light
sprinkling of chest hair. “Wow.”

He chuckled and reached
for the bottle. “Best compliment I’ve gotten in a long time.”

She sighed as he
kneeled in front of her again, nudging between her legs. Spread open like this,
she couldn’t help being embarrassed and feel exposed but she reclined back and
waited for his next move.

First his lips grazed
her belly button and then a cool tickling sensation. She giggled and then
moaned as he dragged his tongue along her skin to lap up the champagne. He
spilled little bits of champagne across her curved abdomen, streaking a wet
trail to clean it up as he made his way to her pussy.

He dribbled a few drops
between her pussy lips and the cold against her steaming hot clit made her
buck. “Whoa,” he said, pulling the bottle back. “Enjoy that?”

“It was interesting,”
she said hesitantly, not sure if she’d enjoyed it.

“Let’s see if you like
it like this,” he said, dipping his head while he tipped the bottle again. The
cold, sparkling drops fizzed against her sensitive folds but her nerves sang
when his tongue dragged along them.

She let out a garbled
noise, which was her attempt at begging him to continue, which he seemed to
understand. More drops fell on her heated pussy and his tongue swiped her clit
as he lapped them up.

The sensation stole her
breath, but he never let up, even when he wasn’t dropping champagne all over
her nether lips. She barely noticed he set the bottle aside, not when he slid
two fingers inside her wet, hot core.

She cried out and
arched her back, clutching at the sheets. The knot inside her curled tighter,
with every lick he pushed her closer to the edge. His thick fingers slid in and
out, driving her higher with each stroke.

He pulled away and
grabbed the bottle again. She lifted her head and asked, “What are you doing?”

That wicked smile drove
her wild. “Payback, baby. I want to make sure you know what you would be
missing if you threw me out in the snow.” He returned to lapping up the
rivulets of champagne coursing across her stomach.

She growled. “I get it,
Andre.” Her body jerked uncontrollably, responding to the stimulation. He was
going to drive her wild and if he kept going, she wouldn’t be responsible for
any of her actions.

When he finally
returned to sucking on her clit, she sobbed with relief. The bottle had
disappeared but he had brought his fingers back and teased her opening, his
touch feather light.

As if he knew she
teetered at the precipice, he pushed his fingers into her wet pussy and she
felt like she was falling into the abyss. She clutched his hair as her walls
clenched around his fingers and rode the pulsing waves of pleasure.

She babbled, only
realizing after the fact when the pounding noise of her heartbeat had subsided.
He pulled his fingers out and she didn’t feel empty, only deliciously and
wondrously satisfied.

The bed shifted as he
crawled up next to her. Brushing her hair away, he looked into her eyes and
asked, “Was that good?”

How could he even ask?
Didn’t he witness her world exploding and crashing down in pieces around her?
But he wanted an answer and all she could squeak out was one word. “Yeah.”

He cupped her chin and
leaned in to kiss her, molding his body to hers. Sated though she was, the feel
of his hardness pressing against her hip made her pussy clench with want.

She broke their kiss,
pulling away to ask, “Can I take off my shoes now?”