The Firefighter and the Virgin Princess (9 page)

"I don't want you to get all panicky," he
told her somberly. "This ain't a date. I know it seems romantic,
but don't get any mushy ideas."

She looked at him, one eyebrow arched. "Oh,
I won't."

It was a cold afternoon, the air crisp and
brittle, and they huddled together under a plaid blanket as the
carriage rolled through the shimmering, frosty winter park.

"Didn't you find your gloves?" she
asked.

"Nah." He grabbed her hands under the
blanket. "You'll have to keep them warm for me."

It was two days since he'd seen her and he'd
missed her. It made his voice husky, the desire to touch her almost
overwhelming. Her skin was so soft and dewy, her blue eyes inky
that afternoon, dark and heavy.

When she said, "Let's go to the hotel now
and get warm properly," he didn't argue.

Planning ahead for a change, he always
brought condoms with him now.

They barely got the door shut before they
were pulling their clothes off, dropping underwear and stepping out
of it as they kissed and touched like two horny teenagers. They
showered together and fucked in a mad, desperate coupling against
the wet, soapy tiles, as if they were starved for each other. Joe
lifted her onto his cock and she wrapped her legs around his waist,
gasping, her face turned up to the stream of water. His balls
tingled with the need to empty and his shaft thrust hard up into
her. He licked and suckled her tits until they were scarlet and
firmly peaked. God, he'd dreamed of having her all day, his body
restless to lay with her again. Sometimes he broke out in a sweat
when he thought about her. It was an addiction.

"Fuck my ass," she gasped out, spitting
water. "I want to try it."

That made him swell another inch. He loved
her sexy, adventurous spirit. "Oh yeah? Well, we need lube for
that, Princess."

"I know." She opened her eyes and looked at
him with water drops in her lashes. "I brought some. It's in my
coat pocket."

Apparently he wasn't the only one prepared
these days.

"I bought the type highly recommended by
some of the boys I know," she added.

So, with her pussy still impaled her on his
erection, he carried her out of the bathroom. Every footstep he
took across the carpet must have vibrated inside her, because she
giggled and groaned and clawed at his back. He lifted her off his
cock and she knelt on the bed, bent over, her ass high.

With a trembling hand, Joe ripped off the
condom and replaced it with another. He took the tube of
lubrication he found in her coat and squeezed some onto his
finger.

"Hope you're sure about this," he muttered,
climbing onto the bed beside her. "It's gonna hurt."

She wriggled her ass. "Just do it,
Lieutenant."

Bossy little madam!

Joe slid his finger into her ass crack and
pressed it against the puckered anus. She gasped and moved her
knees further apart on the bed, arching her back.

"You sure about this?" he murmured, probing
again with his lubed finger. Her skin twinkled with drops of water,
as if she'd rolled in diamonds. He bent to lick the curve of her
ass.

"Yes. Yes."

His finger pushed through that tight rim,
and he felt her muscles clamp hard on it. "Easy. Relax." With his
other hand he stroked her butt, but she was still tense, so he
spanked her.

Hard.

She yelped and then finally her ass relaxed.
"That's it, baby. Yeah. There ya go." Bending down, Joe tongued her
pink twat, sucking up shower water and sticky juice. Her pussy
quivered and ripened. Slowly he forced a second finger into her
ass, while she lowered her shoulders to the bed and groaned
deeply.

"I'm on fire, Joe."

He chuckled, his lips pressed to her cunt.
"Don't worry, Joe's here to put the flames out." He certainly had
the loaded hose to do it. His cock was about to burst. He only
wished he had two cocks so he could fuck her ass and pussy at the
same time and fill her up with plenty of Joe.

* * * *

His tongue inside her cunt was teasing and
slippery, toying with her clit. He must have heard her breathing
haphazardly and felt her arousal mounting, for he knew exactly when
to pause this tongue and when to quicken it again.

He kept her on the edge of a climax so rough
and raw she wanted to scream.

"Put your cock in my ass," she gasped out,
her hands gripping the bed cover, her body flexing, pushing her
bottom high in the air, head down.

Joe pulled his fingers out of her anus and
positioned himself behind her. "I'm coming, Lily. Hold tight."

His knob pushed between her cheeks. He must
have put lube on the condom for it felt cool and slick. Carefully
she adjusted her breathing to relax her muscles. It was lucky she
did, because he didn't wait too long, but forced his way in through
her rectum, his hands reaching under to hold her breasts. His warm
breath caressed the back of her neck and then he nipped her
there.

Fondling her breasts his hands were just
rough enough, teasing and tweaking her nipples, squeezing her
flesh.

She shuddered and turned her head to see
their reflection in the long wall mirror. His muscular, tanned form
swamped her smaller, paler body on that bed. He dominated her
utterly. The tendons in his thighs worked hard as he thrust in and
out with a powerful, animalistic grace. He was magnificent. Such a
pity a man so well made had to wear clothes that hid his perfect
masculinity. He was sex on two feet.

From the moment they first
met he'd disturbed her senses, something inside him communicating
directly with something inside her, cutting through all the
bullshit to say, "
This is what you want.
This man right here."
She'd tried to
ignore it and failed.

This was what it must have been like for a
woman captured by a caveman in ancient times, she thought drowsily.
The mating would have been savage, like this. A raw need serviced.
Not much conversation. All instinct and base lust.

"I'm coming," he growled into her hair, and
she saw him stiffen, arched over her. His strong, firm buttocks
flexed and thrust a few more times before he clamped his hips to
her ass and exhaled a gush of breath into the still air of the
little room.

* * * *

He watched her dress. "My shift is tomorrow,
but can I see you Friday? Sometime?"

She clipped her bra and shook her hair back,
wrapping it into a quick ponytail. "I don't know. I have to—"

"Dance. Yeah, I know." He sighed. "You'll
call me. If you can fit me in again, between all the dancing."

Pulling up her jeans, she shot him a quick
half smile over her shoulder. "Maybe. We'll see."

"We could get a bite to eat, go skating at
Rockefeller Center and—"

"Or we could just meet here for an hour or
two."

Joe was starting to feel like a gigolo, he
mused, wanted only for sex. "Oh, right. You don't date."

"Right."

He yawned and stretched, then
remembered—"Ah, shit, Friday I can't. I've gotta go to a funeral
upstate. A bunch of us are going on a bus."

"A funeral?" She dropped to the bed.

"Those four firefighters that died in a
warehouse factory in Buffalo." She probably had no idea, he
realized. She'd told him she never watched the news and only read
theater reviews in the Sunday paper. "Anyway, I knew one of the
guys. He was young, only twenty-four, got a little boy, a wife. Too
bad, ya know?"

Her face paled. "That's terrible."

"Ya never know. That's why we have to make
the most of every day."

He saw her lips press tightly together
again, holding something in— like the time he talked about his car
trunk full of Christmas presents. Then she grabbed her boots and
pulled them on.

Suddenly he reached for her arm and held it.
About to rise off the bed, she turned and looked at him, a line
deepening between her brows. He tugged her closer and kissed her on
the lips. "I want more than this, Lily. I want more of you." He
hadn't known he was going to say that until it came out.

She winced. "Such as?"

"I'd like to meet your friends and...go to
dinner sometimes. The movies. Things like that."

"What's wrong with this?" She gestured at
the bed. "Is it the money? I told you I'd pay for the room."

"Great, then I'd really feel like a gigolo,"
he exclaimed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "It's not
about the damned money."

There was a lengthy pause. Outside the
traffic noise rumbled away in the street below and icy rain hit the
window.

"I haven't any friends for you to meet,
Joe." Her face was perfectly serious. "There are dancers I know and
see every day, but I don't consider them friends."

"What about your roommate?"

"Roommate?" Her eyes looked confused.

His fingers tightened around her arm. "The
one you told me about. The reason why we couldn't go to your
place."

She drew back as far as she could, glaring
at his hand around her arm. "Oh, it's ... just another dancer who
helps pay the rent. I barely see them."

"What's her name?" he demanded, his anger
mounting rapidly.

"Why?"

So she was lying to him.
Hiding things again. He didn't like it. After all they'd done
together, she was still being fucking coy about her life. "Just
tell me her name. It is a
her
, right? Or maybe it's another
guy."

She replied steadily, "You know I was a
virgin when we met. Don't tell me you think there's another man in
my life now already. Is that it?"

"I have no idea what goes on in your life
when you're not with me, do I? I don't know who else you share your
time with, but evidently you want to keep me out of it." His voice
was getting louder and he couldn't stop it.

"I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. I'm okay for fucking in
secret, right, Princess? But you wouldn't want your friends to see
us together."

He felt her arm tensing, trying to pull
away, but he wouldn't let her go. "You're being ridiculous," she
exclaimed. "There are no friends for you to meet. How many times do
I have to tell you?"

"So you've never had a friend?" he snapped.
Joe couldn't comprehend that. His life was full of people.

Lily seemed to ponder the question for a
while. "I had a few childhood friends, I suppose. I barely
remember. Just birthday parties with kids I was supposed to
invite." She paused awkwardly and then added, "There was one girl I
liked. We were very close at school, in our teens."

It seemed as if it caused her pain to get
that much out, and Joe was sorry he'd pushed. He should know how
that felt for him when girls pushed and nagged.

With the two of them the tables were turned
and he was in danger of chasing her away.

"Ah!" He smiled, carefully relaxing his grip
on her arm and shifting closer. "This sounds interesting. Go
on."

She rolled her eyes. "No, we didn't
experiment sexually together or anything like that, but we shared
secrets. Did everything together."

"So what happened?"

"She turned sixteen, got too tall, got
boobs, got a boyfriend. She lost interest in ballet, left school,
went home to Virginia. I never saw her again. We wrote a few times,
but...once she left ballet...we had nothing in common anymore,
nothing to talk about."

He caught her straightening the sorrowful
bend of her pouty lips. Although her features were nobly brave
again now, he had seen the glimmer of loneliness. What she'd just
told him, without meaning to do so, was that when her friend left
the world of ballet she left their friendship behind too. Lily must
have felt betrayed by it.

It troubled him that she had no one. When
she'd said that she really meant it, apparently. Now he felt like
an ass.

Taking a deep breath, he
said, "Well, then you can meet
my
friends." It was a chancy move— his friends would
probably go out of their way to embarrass him in front of her, and
she would seem like an alien to them—but he had to have more of her
in his life, somehow. A few hours of sex here and there was not
enough and he'd realized it as he lay there watching her dress to
leave him. He needed her and she needed him, not that she'd admit
it.

"I don't want to meet your friends," she
said softly. "I like this the way it is. Just sex."

He fell back against the headboard and
stared at her. "That's not enough for me, Lily."

Slowly she nodded. "Okay."

For a moment he thought that meant she'd
agreed to come out with him and meet his friends, but when she
stood and wrapped the scarf around her neck, she added, "I'm sorry
I can't give you more, Joe. But I can't and I told you that from
the beginning."

"So you have a tight schedule and you work
hard. Me too. We can still manage a relationship. Many people do.
We're two smart adults, right?"

She stood there biting her lip, looking
worried. Finally she replied, "I'm sorry. I can't. It wouldn't be
fair to string you along and pretend otherwise. I have to
dance."

"Damn it, Lily! Would it be so hard to let
me into your life, just a little bit?"

"It wouldn't just be hard. It's
impossible."

That was when he lost his temper. Seeing her
standing there, so beautiful, brave and alone, refusing to need
him, hurt like getting knifed in the groin. "Great," he shouted.
"So next time you fancy a quick fuck on a Wednesday afternoon just
call me up and I'll come running, Princess. That's all I'm good
for, right? Joe the blow-up doll, here for all your sexual needs,
guaranteed to get you off with no messy strings attached."

She looked at him for a moment. "You're
nothing like a blow-up doll. You talk too much." And she walked out
of the room.