The Firefighter and the Virgin Princess (7 page)

"Shall I suck or blow?"

"Suck."

"But they call it a blow job, don't
they?"

He laughed gruffly. "Yeah, just suck. And
try not to bite." Her mouth was warm and soft, closing on his
aching, swollen length like a tight glove. His eyes rolled back,
and he struggled to take a steady breath. Damn it! He'd come down
her throat if he wasn't careful. Should have jerked one off quickly
in the bathroom first. While she was still stuck in the closet
looking for dollar bills.

He bent over her body and put his mouth on
her pussy again, thrusting his tongue inside that juicy twat,
trying not to eat her alive the way he wanted to, trying to slow it
down.

* * * *

His cock was warm and filled her mouth,
stretching down her throat. Sucking on it made her feel a fierce
sort of contentment, but then when he began to lick between her
thighs at the same time it was a little distracting. Lily spread
her legs wider, knees up, feet flat on the bed.

Lust raced through her body, her pussy
throbbing as he teased it with his lips and tongue.

Return the favor, he'd said. Yes. So she
did, sucking steadily, sweeping her tongue over the wet knob and
the veins of his thick shaft. Whatever he did to her she would do
in return, learning as she went.

Suddenly he moved, pulling out of her mouth.
She watched as he ripped open one of the little packets and started
dressing his cock with a condom. Next time she would do it for him,
so she paid careful attention.

"Hurry, I want you inside me," she gasped
out.

"Princess is horny, huh?" He chuckled,
sliding his hand down that beautiful big rod. "You'll get it all,
don't worry." Kneeling, sitting back on his heels, he gestured for
her to climb astride. "Joe's gonna fill you up, nice and
tight."

She did as he wanted, kneeling poised over
his jutting cock, and he reached between her legs to finger her
slowly, rubbing with a teasing caress that drove her to another
climax. The grinding heaviness in her pussy was too much and she
squealed, grabbing his wide, flexing shoulders and digging her
fingers into his flesh.

"You want Joe to fuck you, princess?" he
grunted against her lips as he pushed his finger further inside her
cleft. "This where you want Joe's cock? Up here?"

"Yes," she hissed, wanting to bite his lower
lip but afraid she might hurt him, her need was so raw and
savage.

He paused with his finger inside her.
Apparently he couldn't get it any farther. "You really are a
virgin?" he exclaimed huskily.

"I told you."

"Fuck, that's hot. Damn. Look at me,
princess. Look what you're doing to my cock."

Glancing down she saw his erect penis
twitching, the head bulging inside its little latex coat.

"I'm coming in," he grunted. "Sit on me."
With both hands on her ass he pulled her closer, positioning her
directly over his shaft. She felt the knob pushing between her
labia where she was so slick already, throbbing with desire. "There
ya go. Yeah. Just like that."

Lily groaned as he lowered her onto his
cock, his fingers pressing into her ass cheeks. She shuddered as he
pushed through. The pain was intense, sharp, blinding. When he
forced her down the last distance, she had to bite her tongue to
keep from screaming.

The fullness was too much for her at first.
She couldn't catch her breath. He folded her in his arms, pressing
her breasts to his chest.

"Breathe slow, baby," he whispered shakily.
"I'm gonna start fucking you now. I need this...real bad."

She kissed his cheek. "I...I need it
too."

"I ain't hurting ya now, am I?"

"A little. It's okay." Gradually she was
getting used to the sensation and after the first shock of
penetration, her excitement mounted again. Even more rapidly than
before, deeper, hotter. She scraped her fingernails over his back
and felt his penis jerking inside her. "I need you."

Hands cupping her ass, he began lifting and
lowering her on his rod, slowly, carefully. The walls of her cunt
tingled and she was so wet. So wet. Melting on his shaft. She let
her head fall back and then he put his mouth on her nipple again.
At one point he lifted her almost all the way off and as she began
to protest, he forced her down again while thrusting upward at the
same time, impaling her hard and ruthless. She screamed with
pleasure, her heartbeat fluttering through her like a ticker-tape
parade.

"Joe!"

He laid her down and fucked her with a mad,
powerful thrusting, the headboard of the bed ramming into the wall.
Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every pounding beat,
squeezing her muscles, holding him inside her, her pussy nursing on
his cock with a wild hunger she'd never before known.

When she felt him slow down, she tried
urging him on again, but he held himself over her, the muscles in
his arms shaking with the effort of stalling. And with a teasing,
tortuous pace, he drew his prick almost all the way out again.

"I broke your cherry, Princess," he grunted.
"Now you're mine."

"Yes."

"I'm gonna come. Soon."

"Yes, please."

He drove forward again, spearing her in one
forceful stroke. But withdrew again in that slow way, making her
grind her teeth, as his shaft tickled her clit and the walls of her
pussy contracted, trying to hold him in longer.

"You ready for Joe's cock, eh? You like his
cock, don't you?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Give it to me!"

"You want it deeper, huh? How deep you want
me?"

Not having words to explain, Lily raised her
legs higher, sliding her knees over his shoulders, making the
penetration even more thorough. She trusted him not to hurt her,
and it felt too good for caution on her part.

Again he rammed forward and she cried out as
the bed shuddered, banging into the wall once more, chipping the
paint. Inside she exploded, an orgasm tearing through her. She
reached up, grabbed his hair and wrenched his head down to her
breasts, while her vagina tightened on the full length and girth of
his dick.

He bucked and then worked his hips back and
forth rapidly, his mouth hot and wet on her nipple, sucking
fiercely. Skin slapped skin as their sweat melded together, their
bodies entwined with desperate need, her legs wrapped around his
neck.

"I'm coming," he gasped
out, finally collapsing his full weight over her.
"
Holy Fuck
..."

She tightened her arms and legs as another
climax convulsed through her at the same time as he spent, his cock
pushing deep, his breath blistering hot on her neck.

Chapter Five

He cleaned off her virgin blood with a towel
dampened in the sink and then he ran them a bath. Although he
wanted to use the time to talk and get to know her better, she was
intent on more sex and started sucking his cock under the water.
Even as a novice she was good at it, instinctually knowing what to
do. His only complaint— if it was one— was that she was too eager.
And she seemed to think he could keep going like the pink bunny
with the drum in the battery ads.

"Hey, Lily Keene, you'll put me in the
hospital."

"What's the matter?" She wiped bubbles off
her face.

"I need half an hour at least before I can
fuck again."

"Oh." She looked crestfallen. "That
long?"

He laughed. "That long." She had to be
aching and sore after the way he'd just fucked her, but maybe she
had a high pain threshold, because she didn't complain. And she was
incredibly flexible, he thought, remembering the way she spread her
legs over her head, then hooked her knees over his shoulders. Other
women he'd known would not put up with that position for more than
thirty seconds or so before they started protesting.

Joe knew he should have
held back, but he couldn't. It had been too long for him and she
was too much temptation. To be honest, it was surely most men's
fantasy— to meet a beautiful woman and have her insist on sex
immediately, no strings, no complicated games. But what was
her
deal? Women didn't
usually treat sex the same way men did. At least, not in his
experience.

"So tell me why Lily Keene suddenly decided
to lose her virginity at the age of twenty-two? And to me, of all
people. A regular guy she just met." He grinned slowly. "Just
because of his hands."

She moved back, the bubbles and water
swirling around her. "I suppose it was time. The stars were
aligned."

He frowned slightly. "I was convenient then?
In the right place at the right time."

"Maybe."

"Hey, you could at least pretend you were
swept off your feet. Love at first sight."

"I'm never swept off my feet, unless it’s
choreographed."

Under the water he grabbed her slender ankle
and lifted one of those feet out of the water. "These are some
abused looking toes, lady. They couldn't look any worse if you wore
cheese graters for shoes."

She flushed and tried to pull her foot away,
but he held it tighter and began to massage it. Eventually she
closed her eyes and sagged against the end of the bath, one arm
flopping over the side. "Umm. That feels good."

He liked making her feel good, he thought, a
contented warmth sweeping through him.

She opened one eye. "I'm sure you get plenty
of injuries in your line of work, Lieutenant."

"Yeah. Lugging around seventy pounds of gear
through a pitch black, smoke-filled building can take its
toll."

The other eye opened too and fixed him in a
steady, thoughtful perusal. "I meant psychologically too."

Uncomfortable discussing that side of his
job, Joe massaged her feet harder and diverted the subject back to
her. "You looked sad the day we met. What happened?"

Her eyes darkened suddenly, shadows shifting
across, hiding something. "Just some bad news. I got over it."

"What kind of bad news?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Looked like it mattered."

Again she tried to tug her foot away and
this time he let her. "I'll deal with it," she snapped.

He studied her pert face above the bubbles.
Her expression was proud, haughty. Nefer-fucking-titi, he thought
again, as he had done the first time they met.

She had told him she was
all alone in the world.
There isn't
anyone
, she'd said calmly. So she handled
things for herself, it seemed. She was passionate in bed— a
hellcat. Out of it she was calm, poised, controlled. Shut in that
dark closet she hadn't shouted or cried; she'd simply
waited.

There was a survivor's toughness under that
pale delicate skin, an unsuspected strength inside those slender
limbs.

But there was sadness too, lurking in her
eyes and that reluctant smile.

Joe could never walk by an injured animal or
a crying child. He always wanted to help. Had to. People thought
he'd become a firefighter to be like his big brother and his
father, but the truth was he needed to be useful, to help, to be
there for those in need. Joining the fire department was the best
way he could think of to do that. He liked the urgency, the sense
of being there at the crucial moment in somebody's life, to hold
out his hand.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" he
blurted just as the thought came to him. Since she had no family,
she'd be all alone. His entire family gathered at his mother's
house for turkey and pie. He'd like to bring her there. It was
unusual for him to feel that way so soon in a relationship—
girlfriends were better kept away from family as long as possible
to avoid the third degree interrogation, embarrassing photo albums
and childhood stories. But this one was different.

"I'll be dancing," she said flatly.

"Even on Thanksgiving?"

"The theater is open."

"What about before the performance? Don't
you eat turkey?"

She laughed scornfully. "Before I have to
dance?"

"What about after?"

"It's late. I go home to bed."

At least he knew she went to bed alone. As
that stabbing thought ripped through him it took Joe by surprise.
He'd never been the possessive sort. If a girl wanted to be with
him, great. If she didn't, then she wasn't. Simple. He didn't worry
about it.

But Lily Keene was different. Her eyes held
secrets locked away. Joe Rossini didn't like secrets.

He moved through the water, slipping closer
to her. "Seems a shame you don't get any pumpkin pie."

"Is it?" She smiled and licked her lips.
"I'd rather have chocolate. Or pecan." Her eyes grew larger and
brightened as she thought of those sweet, tasty treats. "But I
can't remember the last time I had any."

He had to laugh. "You look like a naughty
little girl suddenly."

"Because that's what I am." She blinked
coyly. "Today."

Joe kissed her softly on the lips. "I guess
so. Lucky me."

* * * *

"You know what naughty girls get?" he
whispered.

"Naughty boys?"

He nibbled her neck. "They get spanked."

Lily wanted to experiment. She wanted to try
everything that day in their small hotel room. It felt as if she'd
known Joe Rossini forever, probably because of the intimacy they
shared. She'd never been this close to any man or woman, trusted
them so deeply. She learned from him in the same way as she would
learn the steps of a ballet from observing and marking, then
copying.

His hands held her, stroked her, and yes,
even spanked her once or twice on the ass. She loved all of it,
every minute.

"You may not be sure whether you like me
yet, Lily Keene, but I like you. I'm very glad you came to
breakfast with me."