Page 13 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Firefighter

His tongue parts my folds and slides into my valley. He strokes my clit with just the tip, and I feel my knees buckle.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he says, moving his hands to my knees and holding them in place. He takes his time tasting me, as though memorizing my pussy. How the man feels none of the urgency I do is a mystery I couldn’t begin to solve right now. I’m desperate for him to plunge inside me, and yet, I never want him to stop exploring me with his mouth.

When his tongue waggles against my button, I cry out. I want so badly to spread my legs for him. He knows it too, because he just chuckles when I try. The vibration of his laughter almost takes me over the edge.

He reaches around my thigh, thrusting a finger in my channel.

“Fuck, Dean,” I pant, gripping his hair. If he’s not going to let me spread my legs, I’m going to suffocate him against my pussy. He flicks his gaze up to mine, revealing liquid heat in those whiskey brown eyes. It’s a look that promises he’s enjoying meand has no intention of picking up the pace until he’s good and ready.

He takes me right up to the edge, and I start to whimper so loudly Aries shoots off down the hall in fear.

Just when I think I’m going to explode into a million pieces, Dean pulls away all at once.

“Hey,” I whine.

He drops onto his back and looks up at me with the most devilish looks I’ve ever seen. “Come sit on my face, sweetheart.”

“Sit on your face?” I’ve fantasized about this, but I’ve never been brave enough to do it with anyone else. “Will you be able to breathe?”

“I don’t want to breathe. I just want to taste you when I make you come.”

I kneel down, bracketing my knees on either side of his head, spreading my thighs wide as I lower my hips. He grabs my ass with both hands, using the grip to drag my pussy to his eager mouth. Unlike the slow, exploratory licking from earlier, he doesn’t hold back.

Hedevoursme.

I grind my face mercilessly against his greedy mouth as I cry out his name. I fall forward, catching my hands on the runner rug as my body convulses violently. Dean refuses to release his mouth as I come harder than I’ve come in my life. I didn’t know it was possible to come this hard. It’s thrilling, terrifying, and more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.

Only when my body stills does Dean release his mouth. He drags his tongue through my folds one last time, as though lapping up my juices.

“Fuck, you taste so damn sweet.”

“Oh good, you’re still breathing. I was worried I smothered you. But to be honest, I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself. That was…unreal, Dean.”

“I’m not done with you, yet,” he says sitting up.

I let out a sated laugh. “Will you make sure they putShe died doing what she lovedon my obituary?”

8

DEAN

Heather sitson the edge of the bed, watching me strip away my boxers with such lust in her eyes it nearly undoes me. All these years, I had no idea she wanted me like this. I wouldn’t have wasted so much time if I did.

“Come here,” she says, gripping my cock and using it to tug me closer toward her.

“Fuck,” I groan, so damned turned on by the sight of her fisting my length.

She wets her lips and leans forward. I’m about to stop her. Tell her she doesn’t have to do this if she doesn’t want to. But then the tip of her tongue flicks my swollen head, and I lose the ability to speak. Hell, I lose the ability to think.

I watch with rapt attention as she takes her time exploring my cock with the tip of her tongue. She drags it around my tip, then down my shaft, and up again. When she takes my tip fully into her mouth, my knees threaten to buckle.

“Do you know how long I’ve thought about sucking your cock, Dean?”

“This is payback, right? For trying to kill you in the hallway?”

She laughs, pressing her lips to my shaft as her hand strokes and squeezes my tip. “It’s the truth,” she admits. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen.” She kisses a trail down to my balls. “Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself in the last twenty years, pretending it was you?”

“Fuck, Heather.”