Page 56 of Wild Fire

I take him in my mouth, to the back of my throat in one fell swoop and he curses.

But he doesn’t say Kentucky.

So I keep going. I lave my tongue around his head and hollow my cheeks, and then I feel his thrust. He thrusts up into my mouth, and the feeling is intense. His hand finds my hair, and he grips it tight. I double down and move faster, chasing his pleasure right along with him.

“Come for me,” I murmur around his cock.

“AJ…” he groans, his voice full of lust.

“Come for me like the good boy I know you are.”

Nate groans deeply, and barely a second later, I feel his hot cum in the back of my throat, and something flips inside of me.

I keep going. I keep sucking, licking, swallowing every drop that Nate gives me, like it’s the only thing I’ll ever need.

Nate’s body unravels beneath me like thread.

But I can’t deny that what we’re doing here isn’t dangerous, arousing, and exhilarating all at once. He goes limp, and his sigh of ecstasy is a praise I’ve never known. It’s fucking beautiful.

Just like him. I leave his cock in my mouth until he softens, wanting to savor this moment; the taste of him. Regrettably, I pull back and tuck him away. Though I wish I could keep him in my mouth longer, the guys will be back soon. So I zip him up, button his jeans, and just as I move to get up, he grabs me. I stumble forward, trying to brace myself on the seat, but Nate steadies me as he leans up and kisses me.

Hard.

I tense, not expecting it, or the way his tongue slides into my mouth. He groans, and I realize how close I am.

But I don’t want to come. Not here, not now…

“Red,” I whisper, and he stops.

When he breaks away, I note the way he’s looking at me.

“I’m sorry, I—”

I shake my head. “It’s okay, I just…”

Nate looks at me in question, that innocence in his gaze returning.

“Would prefer not to come in my pants again,” I say solidly.

“Oh,” Nate says, a small smile spreading on his lips.

I let out a low laugh. The sound of chatter picks up, and I know our time is up.

“I have to go,” I say, gently shifting out from beneath him. “And you probably should, too.”

And as I watch Nate Barrett walk away—his perfect, round, little ass swaying with each step, I can’t deny the excitement in my veins.

Chapter Sixteen

Nate

I cannot stop smiling like an idiot, and it’s all because of AJ. The last thing I expected when I went to the firehouse was to end up coming down Mr. Hot Stuff’s throat, but that’s exactly what happened, and I am not mad about that one bit.

Because that man just gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

Which I totally have to pay him back for, of course.

And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about doing just that since I left the firehouse.