Page 39 of Burn It Down

“Need you,” he says as his mouth finds mine again. I don’t know how far he wants to take this, but my body is already on edge, and I just don’t have the will to talk about it right now. He said he wants this, so I’m going to trust him. Trust that he knows what he wants.

I nod against him, my nose dragging over his as I catch his top lip and then the bottom, sucking on them and going wildwith need. I stand up off his lap and quickly push my sweats and underwear down before I let my nerves sink in.

I’m the first man he’s been with. What if he freaks out when he sees me fully naked?

But when I do chance looking at his face—all I see is unbridled hunger. He stands too, kicking off his boots, then his pants and underwear, leaving him fully naked before me.

I don’t know who makes the next move, and I curse whoever it was because I didn’t take time to fully look at him, but maybe there’ll be more time next time. I’m battling the same need he is, and before I know it, we’re naked on my couch in the same position we were before. I’m straddling his strong thighs—only this time my bare dick comes in contact with his, and I moan into his mouth, my hands going through his hair and clinging to his shoulders.

It’s frantic and total chaos, but it’s the most beautiful moment of my life.

“Oh God, Spencer. You feel so good,” he says in-between kisses. His hands smooth down my back and go straight to my ass. He kneads the flesh, his fingers digging into the muscle as I grind against his leaking shaft.

I’m leaking as well, our precum combining to make it easy to glide against him. The head of his cock catches on mine, making us both gasp and writhe in each other’s arms.

I can’t get enough of him. My hands roam everywhere, but I’m too close—too on edge—and by the sounds he’s making I can tell he is too. I bring my hand up between our mouths and lick. He must know exactly what I’m doing because without hesitation, he wraps his hand around my wrist and pulls it to his mouth, letting his tongue drag over my palm—getting it sopping wet.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” I say, my voice shaking with desire.

His eyes connect with mine as he drags his tongue over my palm again and then drags my hand down between our bodies, moving it to our dicks, and I waste no time wrapping it around both of us.

“Yes,” he says, the chords of muscle in his neck pulling tight. He’s still covered in blood and soot from the horrific accident, and the moment I realize that adds a bit of levity to the moment.

But it doesn’t mean that I want to stop. Quite the opposite. The amount of pain this man has seen—the healing he’s done without realizing it—he deserves to have someone take care of him sometimes.

To make him feel good.

And that’s exactly what I do as I thrust his cock within my fisted hand. He quickly finds the rhythm with me as we both fuck into my hand, sliding against each other and kissing hard and desperately.

I coax him toward his orgasm, stroking him hard and fast, sucking on his tongue and then kissing the corner of his mouth, over his cheek, and up to his ear. I lightly nip on his lobe before I whisper, “Let go, Kade.”

He pushes into my fist, once, twice and then he does just that. I feel his entire body go rigid, and his dick pulses against mine before he finally lets go. Cum splashes between our naked bodies, and he cries out.

It’s enough to send me over—seeing his pleasure. I come with him, our combined release sticking to my skin and only serving to turn me on even more. I stroke us both until we’re too sensitive, then let my hand fall, collapsing into his chest.

He wraps his big arms around me and rests his face in the crook of my neck. “Thank you.”

I smile against him, my body feeling sated and too tired to move. “Thank you. I’m glad you came to me tonight.”

I pull back enough in time to see the beautiful smile taking over his face. “You were my only thought when I got back to the firehouse. Somehow, I knew you’d make it okay.”

“I...” My heart tugs in my chest, and I know I should say we can’t ever do this again, but I don’t want to say that.

It’s messy and complicated with us, but I want to be there for him. I feel like there’s a reason he came back into my life and me into his.

“You can always come to me.”

He smiles sweetly at that, leaning up to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I have to get back, but I want to see you again. Soon. I know we can’t actually go on dates...”

“No,” I answer what I feel like is a question from him, and he looks a little disappointed. “But you’re always welcome to come here.”

He studies me carefully for a moment and then nods his head, kissing the tip of my nose and smacking my ass before encouraging me to climb off him. I do but reluctantly, and we both get cleaned up as best we can before getting dressed.

I expect him to leave right away, but he must notice the mess in the kitchen because he makes his way in there. “No way. Is this for your class?”

I nod my head, smiling as I walk into the kitchen too, looking at the twenty cups of pudding. “Yeah. You think they’ll like it?”

He surprises me when he sweeps me into his arms and kisses me before pulling back slightly. “I think you’re a brave man offering six- and seven-year-olds that much sugar.”

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