Page 48 of The Fireman and the Flirt

His beard scratched at my face, rough and prickly. I shoved my tongue between his lips, letting myself fully into his mouth. Our tongues swirled around each other as his salty breath made me fucking purr. Our kisses were breathy, desperate, hungry.

“You’re right. This is a nice shower,” he said, his oceanic eyes twinkling with desire, face flush with color.

“This is very unprofessional.”

“I know.” Derek went back to kissing me, and I lost all sense of control and decorum.

I moaned into his lips, grinded my hips against his, wanting him more and more with each second we were connected.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, his buzzed hairs prickling my fingers . The muscles in his broad shoulders tightened and flexed as he pulled me closer.

Kissing Derek was better than my wildest, most vivid, horniest dreams. No dreams could compare to experiencing someone’s actual taste, smell, and touch.

“Damn,” Derek said as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I was ravenous. This was decades of pent-up sexual longing exploding out in a model home shower. It was as if I had been fasting for years, then stumbled into a Sizzler.

“Take your jacket off,” I commanded.

Without having to put me down, because he is so fucking strong, Derek whipped off his coat, and then he took off his shirt, too.

Dreams coming true. Dreams on dreams on dreams.

His hairy pecs bounced under my touch as my fingers grazed over the hardened ridges of his chest. His back had traces of hair, like light angel wings, which I found incredibly hot. Our society today chastised men for having body hair. Why couldn’t we let men be men? There was something primal about Derek’s body, untouched by modern beauty standards.

“I put on some weight since my high school days.” Derek slapped his stomach, which only made my dick grow harder in my pants.

“You are so fucking hot I can’t stand it. If you do one of those naked fireman calendar shoots, I’m buying the first copy.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my lips onto his again. I could kiss him forever. Yep, I’d quit my practice and live in this shower full time. I would be totally fine dying of starvation and unrelenting orgasms.

“This is very unprofessional,” Derek teased, biting my lower lip.

“So is this.” I climbed down from him and got on my knees. Faster than a pit stop tire change, I was undoing his jeans, pulling down his boxers, and shoving his cock in my mouth.

We switched positions so Derek could lean against the shower wall.

“Fuck. Cary.” His moans echoed. Just like with singing in the shower, moaning in the shower had a beautiful sound.

I groaned back with my mouth full of him. He was thicker than I imagined, and I took him all the way down. I should’ve started slow and then sped up, but I was already at a nine on my lust scale. This train had left the station a while back.

I deep-throated him until my nose nuzzled against his hair. I didn’t want this to end, but I also couldn’t slow down and savor the moment.

“Keep going. Please don’t stop. Fuck.” Derek didn’t have any witty comments. His groans filled the bathroom. Something about him saying please was very endearing.

I licked up his shaft, slid my tongue over his pulsing head, then dragged it down to his heavy balls. The scent of his musk filled my nose.

I could feel him shift under me, the orgasm building inside him, his balls drawing up. I ran my hand over his furry belly. I would never be able to get enough of him.

“I’m coming.” A deep grunt ripped out of him. He tried to pull me away and use his T-shirt for cover, but I wanted it, and I wasn’t leaving here without it. I wanted to know what he tasted like.

I sucked him hard, going faster up and down on his thick cock until he unleashed a ferocious grunt and spilled down my throat. I swallowed all of him and fell back onto the shower floor.

Heavy breathing filled the space. We had managed to steam up the glass wall, but aside from that, we’d made no impact on the shower. We’d kept things clean.

Derek gazed down at me, his broad, hairy chest shining in the light, his half-hard cock still hanging out. If he didn’t cover up soon, I’d jump him for round two.

“Well, the shower is definitely big enough for two people,” he said.

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