Scorcher (2 page)
Brant had an uncanny ability to show up whenever she blew something up. Damn it.
She really needed to get a handle on the whole “fire” and “temper” thing. Cause she could not afford to continue replacing appliances every time she had a temper tantrum. It was getting expensive.
She watched Brant’s (that’s the fuck buddy turned guy she loved) truck meander down the road and finally come to a stop in her driveway, the tall man unfolding himself from the county issued Fire Investigator’s truck with ease. She often chuckled to herself about his profession considering her propensity to light shit on fire at every turn. He was responsible for figuring out why and how a fire started. If only he spent some time with her when she was cranky…
Brant was easily six feet tall with dark black hair and a pair of bright blue eyes that rivaled the color of the ocean on a clear day. He was well built, his shoulders wide, muscles well defined, and she loved tracing each and every one with her tongue whenever possible. Which was pretty damned often considering that Brant came over whenever she managed to blow something up. It made her wonder which of her neighbors kept watch on her so closely that they called him whenever she had a mishap.
Damned nosy
And damn Brant for being so sexy that she couldn’t stand not touching him when he was around.
Phoebe raced to the front door, smoking oven and destroyed metal forgotten. A man that rugged, walking away from his truck, torn jeans and tight t-shirt on…he was just begging for a woman to come dashing out the door and launch herself at him with all her might, getting caught in his muscular arms.
She was applying for the job. Nah, forget applying, she was outright taking the job, fire mate and
firekin
law be damned. This guy… he could be worth going mortal over.
She picked up speed with every step, smile plastered across her face as she approached her man. Her. Man. He slammed the truck door and spread his legs, bracing himself for her and she increased her speed yet again. Feet from him, she leapt into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking at his lower back and mouth going straight for his lips.
Brant opened to her immediately and she licked the inside of his mouth, absorbing his very taste, the essence of his being. She loved their kisses, slow and sweet or fast and hard and everything in between. Their tongues dueled and stroked, playing and then getting serious. She slanted her mouth over his, taking control of the kiss, delving deeper, searching for more of his taste. She wanted all he could give and then some.
Phoebe tightened her hold around his waist and neck, pulling herself higher on his body, plastering them together until she hated the clothing between them. Brant gripped her ass, fingers digging into her abundant flesh, massaging the globes of her behind while she rocked her hips against him, pussy clenching and aching to be filled. The ridge of his hardened cock rubbed against her panty-clad slit, making her desire for even more.
She broke their kiss, breath coming in harsh pants. “Inside.” Inside her house and inside her. She wanted it all and then some. She would have done the outside sexing thing, but there were two reasons she didn’t: 1) Obviously, she had a nosy neighbor who called Brant on her when the smoke from the stove escaped her small kitchen, and 2) Cactus needles.
Ow
!
“Yes.” He hissed in agreement and walked toward the house.
“Brant,” she shouted. “Put my fat ass down. I can walk.”
He stopped at the bottom of the steps. “But, baby, I like having that sweet pussy right on my cock, teasing my dick, rubbing and kissing me so sweet.” He brushed his lips across hers and she felt the sweet kiss all the way to her toes. “
Gonna
make me come in my pants.”
She moaned and wiggled her hips, grinding herself on his hardness, loving the way the jeans pulled and tugged on her panties with each rocking of her hips.
“Take me inside and fuck me, Brant. Want you.” She also
didn’t want
him to see her latest blow-up. Literally.
Brant lowered her to the ground, their bodies writhing against one another, inch by agonizing inch her breasts rubbed against his chest while he let her feet touch the ground. He popped her on the ass, one small smack and he had her undivided attention. “Walk for me, baby.”
Oh. A shudder of desire raced down her spine. He wanted to play and she was all for that game. She stepped up one step, placing them at eye level. “Want your coffee to walk for you?” She brushed a kiss across his mouth and spoke against his lips. “Want to watch my black ass swing and sway just for you? Always for you?”
“Mine,” he growled, deep and low. “Mine.”
“Always yours.”
“Walk for me.”
Phoebe turned on her heel and took a step, fingers tugging and pulling at her dress as she sashayed away from him. Two steps and the hem was just below her ass. Three steps and her ample bottom was exposed, and she was thankful that she’d put on a cute thong that morning. Five steps and the dress was gone, leaving her in her thong and nothing else.
What? She’d been home alone and to her a bra was only necessary when leaving the house.
She cupped her breasts, covering them with her hands, teasing her nipples. Stopping just inside the threshold, she glanced over her shoulder, a satisfied smirk in place. “You coming?”
Brant was rubbing his dick through his jeans, big strong hands stroking and petting his thick, long cock with long, even caresses. “Damn, baby, you make my cock hard.”
She turned her upper body to face him, revealing one breast, finger circling and toying with the nipple. She dropped her head back, moaning with the ecstasy and want the motion created. She tugged on the hardened nubbin, cupping and stroking her aching mound. “I want your cock hard. Want it hard and deep in me, fucking me.” She raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes. “You going to fuck me, Brant?”
“Damn right I am.” He growled and dashed up the steps toward her.
Heart racing, she spun back toward the house and ran up the nearby stairs to her bedroom, Brant hot on her heels. He popped her on the ass half way to her room and she moaned with desire. She wanted him exactly as she’d described, hard and deep and now.
Once inside the bedroom, steps from the bed, she turned to him, laughter filling the room, a smile on her face. She opened her arms to her lover and he scooped her up and tossed her on the bed, following her down with his body and settling between her legs.
“Love me, Brant?”
“Always. Forever.”
She stared into his eyes, reading the love and emotion fleeting and dancing across his face, and believed every word. He loved her, deeply, forever. She loved him just the same. Forever.
Forever, and he meant it down to his bones. His cock ached, his small head demanding that he fuck Phoebe senseless, yet he couldn’t get past staring at his ebony beauty, memorizing the planes of her face, the deep honey of her eyes, the full lips and pert nose that seemed to get into a twist over this and that fairly often. But he didn’t give a damn if she was persnickety. Cause he wanted her, now and forever. And this most recent encounter just proved it even more.
Damn but the woman made his cock hard.
He rocked his hips against her heat, drinking in her moans and groans of pleasure with each stroke of his denim-clad cock against her thong-covered pussy. A thong he needed to get rid of pretty quick.
She tugged on the back of his shirt. “Well, Mr. Always Forever, you owe me a good fucking—”
“How about a good
lovin
’ instead?”
His cock pulsed and ached and protested slow love making when his woman demanded a quick fuck, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to lick every inch of Phoebe’s body and then some. Maybe lick it all twice.
“
Lovin
?” She smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I can do that.” With nary a grunt, she gripped his shoulders and flipped him to his back before he had even a second to object. “I can really do that.”
“Baby?” He’d meant to be the one to start the kissing and stroking, but it seemed that Phoebe had other ideas.
She didn’t answer his question, just smiled that sweet smile he’d come to learn meant trouble and moved her hands toward the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she flicked the buttons open, revealing his heated skin to the cool air-conditioned room. His nipples pebbled, from arousal or the air, he didn’t know…didn’t really care either.
Brant dropped his head back and moaned the closer she got to the waistband of his jeans. If anything, his baby was the best cocksucker in all of
He lifted his head when her fingers began fiddling with the snap of his jeans and nearly came at the sight before him—with hair fluffed and mussed, lower lip caught between her teeth and fire in her eyes, his baby looked about ready to burst with desire and wanting. And it was all for him. He was a lucky bastard.
Inch by inch she lowered the zipper of his pants, his cock pushing free of the cotton confines with every millimeter she let the zipper down. His cock pulsed and throbbed to the beat of his heart, body aching and demanding release, and he hadn’t even felt her mouth on him yet. His lover had perfected the art of the tease.
He raised his ass when she tugged on his jeans and sighed when the constricting fabric allowed his dick to spring forward fully, jutting up from his nest of curls and flopping back against his abdomen. Phoebe tossed aside his pants and returned to him, settling between his legs as if she belonged there and loved every moment of it.
“Mine.” She growled and licked his cock from root to tip, saliva coating his shaft. “All mine.” She sighed and circled the end of his dick with her tongue.
Brant closed his eyes tight, fighting back his orgasm with each and every stroke and lick of her tongue. She suckled the spot just beneath the head of his prick and then licked a path from the head to the base. Up and down, she licked, not taking him into her mouth, but simply teasing him with tiny nibbles and touches. Then she suckled one of his balls, pulling and sucking it into her mouth, surrounding him with her wet heat.
Brant moaned in response, fighting the instinct to thrust and writhe against her mouth, fighting to stay perfectly still while she worked her magic. “Phoebe…” He whined. He needed, wanted more. Had to have her, everything, something.
She let one of his balls fall free of her mouth. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
As if she didn’t know. “Suck me.” He didn’t care that his voice was more growl than anything. Didn’t give a fire.
He fisted the sheets when she rose over him, her hot breath blazing a trail along his cock as her mouth traveled up his length. First, she suckled the tip as she’d done before. An inch in, an inch out. Over and again, she repeated the process, his body fighting and aching to come the entire time. Tiny tingles of pleasure built at the base of his spine, gathering pressure and speed, demanding to be released.
Not yet.
Finally, in one deep swallow, she engulfed him with her mouth and throat. Hot, wet heat surrounded him. Pure pleasure so great it was almost painful encircled him, a heat so great and strong, he felt close to tears at the ecstasy she granted him. Her hand wrapped around his shaft while she worked him over, sliding along his length with practiced ease, sucking and fucking his prick until…
“
Gonna
come, baby.
Gotta
stop.”
“
Nu
uh,” she grunted around his cock, letting him know that not just no, but hell no, she wasn’t stopping.
He’d thank her later. After he recovered from having his brain sucked out through his dick, maybe.
The climax he’d been pushing back, holding with all his might, threatened to overtake him then, threatened to push his sanity right over the edge. He approached the precipice, easing forward with tiny steps, drawing out the immense pleasure of being inside Phoebe, having her suck and lick his cock. She moaned, letting him hear her enjoyment.
It was his undoing.
The gathering tingles of electricity at the base of his spine burst forth, wrapping around him in a blanket of pleasure, pushing and pulling his release out through his prick, throbbing and dancing in time to the accelerated beat of his heart. Panting and fighting for breath, he screamed her name as he came, the only name he wanted on his lips. Forever.
His orgasm came in waves, his body tensing and releasing, the pleasure shot through him from head to toe, intensifying with every swallow of her throat. He could feel his cum spurting and pulsing out of the head of his cock, shuddered with each swallow as the muscles of her throat massaged him. Again and again, she drank down his seed, showing without words just how much she loved him, cared for him.
Yeah, she was worth going mortal over. But when? And would she still want him after she found out the truth?
Phoebe swallowed the last drop of cum that leaked from the tip of Brant’s cock and pushed back to sit on her haunches, fingers stroking every inch of skin she could reach while she waited for him to regain his strength.
It didn’t take long.
