One Hot Fake

“Hey, you’re teasing,” I tell her and wrap my hand around my cock to keep it from jerking.

She smiles seductively, extends one hand to cover both breasts, and pulls down her panties. She covers her pussy with the other hand.

“What do I get for showing?” she says.

“A big cock filling you up,” I tell her. “Come here, you.”

She laughs, drops her hands, and sashays toward me. She climbs on the bed and gets between my legs. “I’m needed here.” She extricates my hand from my cock and replaces it with her own.

I fold my hands behind my head and close my eyes. Now, that is trust. A woman with her mouth on your cock, your hands put away, and your eyes shut.

She takes my cock fully into her mouth, and in slow movements, she slides her mouth along the length of my cock. I open my eyes and reach out to hold her head. I love the noises she makes with her mouth. As if she’s eating a favorite meal.

I rock into her mouth, unable to stay still. Her lips and tongue work their magic, and I feel myself close to coming.

“I want to come inside you,” I tell her while nudging her away from my cock.

“Yes, sir,” Marian says, her tone playful. “I want you on top,” she says as she lies on her back.

“Yes, ma’am.” I kneel between her spread thighs and stroke my cock along her slit. “You’re so wet.”

“Ready for you,” Marian murmurs. “Take me.”

I plunge my cock into her pussy and watch Marian’s eyes roll to the back of her head. As soon as my cock hits her pussy, I lose her as she’s transported to another world.

She whimpers and moans, sweet sounds that fill me with pride. I love what I do to this woman and what she does to me. We are so right for each other. In bed, that is. I cannot allow myself to think beyond sex. Marian has made it very clear that her only interest is in having a baby. And what do I need? Other than the success of my pizza business, I don’t know what else I need.

Pleasure pulls me out of my thoughts into the sensations whirling through me. I allow myself to drown in Marian’s lush body.

***

Later, we lay in bed with our arms around each other. My phone blares from somewhere on the floor, and I let out a string of curses. I let go of Marian and reach for it in the pocket of my pants.

It’s Ace and late for him to be calling. My insides turn to jelly.

“Ace,” I say, my voice terse.

“Are you watching TV?” he says.

“No.”

“Okay. There’s a huge bush fire, and we’re going in. Just wanted to let you know. Keep an eye on Lexi and Luna, okay?” Ace says, his voice shaky. That’s not the Ace I know. My younger brother is the bravest firefighter I know.

“What’s wrong? You’ve fought fires before?”

“Yeah, but this one’s huge, and it’s unpredictable,” he says. “Have to run. I’ll talk to you when I can.”

“Take care,” I say just before the call is disconnected.

“What is it?” Marian says.

“There’s a bush fire, and Ace’s crew is going in. He sounds worried, which is not like him at all, and that has me worried,” I tell her.

“Let’s go downstairs and see if it’s on TV,” Marian says. “I need to call Brooke as well.”

We dress and head downstairs. Marian goes to the kitchen to make us coffee as she calls Brooke.

I grab the remote and turn on the TV. A reporter comes on screen, and behind him, images of wild orange flames fill the screen. The cameras switch views to images of helicopters rescuing people from homes near the hills. On the ground, firefighters battle the uncontrollable fires, and I wonder if Ace is among them.

Marian returns with our mugs of coffee and places them on the table in front of me. “Jason’s there as well. Brooke is pretty shaken up.”

“It’s frightening. Lives are lost in such fires,” I tell her. We exchange a look as we both know the statistics of the profession our loved ones have chosen.

“Did you attend the funerals last year?” Marian asks.

I nod grimly. “I did, and it was just about the saddest period of my life.”

Our county lost seven firemen in a fire that had engulfed the largest housing estate on a mountain. I feel as if I’m experiencing the same horror again as we watch the fire spread rapidly, moving in the direction of people’s homes.

“It was just so sad, and the guys are so brave to risk their lives all the time,” Marian says.

“That’s always been Ace. He always thinks about other people before himself. He’s happiest when he’s helping.” That’s the difference between us. “He’s always been a greater man than I am.”