Page 71 of The Fireman and the Flirt

“Which song?”

“Fly.”

“Oh yeah. I loved that song. You know what’s an underrated song of theirs?Falls Apart.” I shook my head, getting some fucking sense in there. “Derek, what the fuck are we doing? We’re supposed to be having sex, not talking about frosted tips and ranking the best Sugar Ray songs. Your hand is in my ass, and my hand is on your dick. This is no time for shooting the shit.”

“We can do both.” A shit-eating grin cracked his lips. “You make me laugh and you make me hard. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”

I’d never had this much fun during sex. Correction: I’d never hadany funduring sex. Like, sex was a great time, obviously. But was it fun? I was always trying to put on a performance of the kind of man the other guy would want to fuck. With Derek, I was just…me. And Derek was Derek. And it was all so remarkably easy.

“Cary,” Derek said, snapping me back to the present, where he’d undone my belt and pushed my pants and underwear to the floor. I stepped out of the legs, then returned part of the favor. I only undid his belt and opened his fly, wrapping a hand around his thick cock.

Derek stroked me back as our lips tumbled into each other’s, kissing and smiling and laughing over nothing in particular. Our cocks brushed together, sword fighting in the chilly open air. Derek spat into his hand and grabbed both of our dicks in his strong grip. He reached behind me and continued playing with my ass. His finger circled my hole, teasing me and setting my skin on fire. Because he was a gentleman, he didn’t try to enter me without some kind of lubrication.

“What are we going to do about sex?” I asked in between catching my breath. I didn’t want to derail our sexytimes with more talking, but there were logistical questions to work out.

“I gotcha covered.” Derek winked at me, stripping me naked all over again. He yanked his pants off the floor and pulled a small bottle of lube from the front pocket. I’d seen the bulge in his pants (yes, of course I glimpsed when I first saw him. I was only human.). I’d assumed it was lip balm. I was so glad to be wrong.

“You brought lube to a showing?” I asked.

“Yeah. I fucking did. Have you met us?”

Us. He called us an us!

He turned me around, pushing my face against the wall. A few tantalizing seconds later, I felt him spread my cheeks and flick his hot tongue against my pulsing hole. I wanted to scream with delight, but these walls were so not thick enough.

“You’re a natural,” I said as Derek’s tongue did wonders to my ass. His beard prickled against my taint, sending new sensations fizzing over my skin. He was gentle and curious, sliding two slicked fingers inside me. “This feels so good.”

If I didn’t control myself, I would finish right here and now.

“You are so fucking hot, Cary. I can’t wait to fuck this ass.”

“No waiting required.” I gave it a little doggy wag, which I instantly regretted for being too weird. But then I realized, fuck that. Derek liked my weirdness. And so I wagged my ass again.

He gave it a hard slap of approval. I could feel the red of his hand burning on my cheek.

“Turn around,” Derek ordered, his voice husky.

I turned and raised my leg, thinking he was going to eat me out from another angle. Instead, he gave me head. Derek was going full gay today, and I was happy to help him fully step into his bisexuality.

I nearly lost consciousness as my cock disappeared into his mouth, his tongue slinking down my shaft. He grabbed my dick and stroked me as he sucked, his firm, slicked-up grip making me turn to jelly. Or jam. What was the difference? Actually, now was not the time for those kinds of existential questions.

“Jesus Christ, you’re good,” I said through moans.

“I didn’t take you for a religious person.”

“Girl, I don’t know what half the things are that come out of my mouth during sex.”

He winked at me, sending another current of lust through my system. Derek took me to the base, the heat of his mouth pushing me closer to the edge. He spat on my cock and slapped it on his tongue.

“How does it taste?” I asked him.

“Like you,” he said, then licked at my sack. I dug my fingernails into a shelf above me that fortunately was empty. I thought I had known pleasure before this moment, but I had been mistaken.

I quivered from the tips of my toes to the strands of my hair. I needed him against me. I needed his heat inside me or else I was going to scream and alert the entire neighborhood to our whereabouts.

“Derek, fuck me. You have to fuck me. Please.” Maybe down the road, we could experiment with switching positions, but right here right now, I had a deep down, primal, aggressive need to get my ass fucked.

“Baby,” he grunted, seeing how serious I was. He took a condom from his pants pocket.

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