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  Rescue Me

  Sparks Fly in a Tale of Sexy Hot Payback

  By: Karina Lacey

  Copyright 2011

  RESCUE ME

  Copyright: Karina Lacey

  Published: 1st December 2011

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  Laura stood and looked herself over in the mirror, gazing critically at the tight tank top and jeans she had on. She wasn’t sure if it was too casual or not. Of course, the outline of her dark bra was intentionally visible underneath the thin, white fabric and, as she turned to catch a glimpse of her rear, she knew the jeans made her ass look great. Considering what she had planned, those two things were more important than looking like she was ready for a board meeting.

  She went into her large closet to find her shoes, trying not to think about how empty it was. She’d lost everything in the fire, and she was damn lucky to even be alive. Clothes and all the other trappings would be replaced slowly but surely. Ever since she’d woken up in the hospital, she’d had two general goals in mind: find a new apartment and find him.

  Discovering who exactly he was had been no problem at all. He’d told her his first name, of course, and the rest had been in the newspaper her mother had brought to her hospital room the following day. Mark Jensen, the firefighter who had rescued her from a burning building. It sounded like something out of a romance novel, and, as she thought back over the experience during the days and weeks after the fire, she couldn’t disagree that her own thoughts were headed in that direction. Romantic and sexual. Deeply sexual. So much so that it had taken her completely by surprise.

  She remembered everything about him, everything about that night before she finally fell unconscious. She remembered waking up to the smell of smoke, walking to the bedroom door and feeling that the handle was already too hot to touch. She quickly wet a towel and laid it across the bottom of the doorway to block the smoke before heading back into the bathroom. The only window in either room was a tiny one high up on the wall by the toilet, too small to crawl through even if she hadn’t been on the third floor. She put down the lid of the toilet and stood on the seat, trying to pry the pane open once she could reach it. It wouldn’t budge. In her desperation, she finally took a heavy doorstopper she’d had for years and broke the glass of the window. She threw another towel through to dangle out of the opening, hoping the material would alert the firemen to her location. After closing the bathroom door and putting another wet towel down, she sat in the bathtub and waited.

  She honestly remembered sitting there thinking that she was going to die. It was nothing like what she’d read about, but it was, without a doubt, the worst few minutes of her life. The smoke was pouring in around the towel now, and she could feel the heat when suddenly a man pushed through the door, smoke billowing behind him. He reached out and pulled her out of the tub and pulled some sort of blanket out from God knew where and quickly wrapped her in it. He then unceremoniously tossed her over his shoulder and headed out and down as fast as possible.

  That bit was somewhat of a blur for her, mostly because she couldn’t see anything or even breathe really for the smoke. Finally they broke out into the open air, and she felt herself lifted up then laid back on a gurney. She looked at him in a daze, and when he’d removed his helmet and smiled down at her, she thought he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen.

  He stayed with her while the paramedics worked on her, holding her hand and reassuring her that she was going to be okay. She knew she had a few bad burns on her ankles where they had hung out of the blanket, but she was too numb to really feel much pain from them. She watched the dark skin and white teeth of his face move as she breathed through the oxygen mask and listened to the medics do their job. Finally, she felt a small prick of a needle as they started an IV and felt consciousness slipping away from her. The last thing she remembered was the beauty of his smile.

  After she’d finally recovered, settled into a new apartment, and began patching the pieces of her life back together, she found herself thinking about him far too often. More often than she knew was really healthy, but that didn’t seem to matter. She found herself thinking about kissing his full lips and running her hands up and down his muscular chest. She imagined him picking her up again and taking her off to bed to make her scream in ecstasy. More than once she found herself in her bed at night with her hands down her panties and her fingers on her sex, dreaming about what he would feel like inside her. This went on for weeks before she decided she had to do something about it.

  The thing was, coming that close to death had taught her something – don’t wait around for anything you want. Life was short and could end anytime, so she intended to live it with gusto now. In short, if she wanted him, she was going to go get him.

  And it was that realization that had her in tight jeans and an even tighter shirt headed in her car for the fire station where he worked. She had never been a vain person, but she didn’t doubt her desirability. She was tall with long legs and a marvelous ass. She had breasts that were a little large for her size but firm and pert. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was quite beautiful in her own right, though it wasn’t something she gave a lot of thought to. But now she was grateful for it, grateful that she had the tools that would get her what she wanted.

  She pulled up to the firehouse and went inside, speaking briefly to a young woman working at the front desk. She explained why she was there, and the young woman smiled back at her as she picked up the phone and asked for Mark to come downstairs to see his visitor.

  When he descended the stairs, she could see right away that he recognized her. It was a relief that she’d made some sort of impression at least. He held his hand out and she took the large, work-roughened hand in her own in greeting. He was every bit as beautiful as she remembered, and she followed along almost speechless with excitement when he turned to motion her through to a small conference room near the back of the station. He shut the door and turned around to find her standing less than a foot behind him.

  She looked up into dark eyes that looked puzzled but distinctly excited. Smiling up at him, she placed her palms on his hard pectorals and said, “I just wanted to know how grateful I am to you or what you did. I don’t really know of any way to repay you for everything, but I thought some small reward might be in order.”

  He barely had time to blink before she leaned up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. He was too stunned to move for a few moments, but soon enough he was kissing back just as roughly. There was nothing gentle about it at all. They bit at each other’s lips and sucked on each other’s tongues. When they pulled away for air, her lips latched onto the side of his neck as he cupped her breasts, kneading them and pushing them together
and up. She slid her hand under his navy t-shirt and caressed his hard abs, enjoying the feel of the thin line of hair than ran down into the waistband of his pants.

  She was startled when he suddenly grabbed her upper arms and pushed her away a little bit, but she recovered quickly when she realized he’d only done it to get enough space between them to remove their shirts. He pulled his off first, letting it drop to the floor, then pulled hers up and over her head. He grabbed her breasts again and bent over to push them up into his face. He took in deep breaths, enjoying the scent of her and kissing along the top of each breast. She reached back to unclasp her bra, and, when it came loose, he pulled it off and began licking on her already stiffened nipple. She threw her head back but managed not to make a sound. The last thing she wanted was an interruption.

  She rubbed the dark skin of his back as he continued mouthing and sucking on her breasts. She was practically squirming in arousal by the time she finally felt his fingers working at the fly of her jeans. He unfastened them and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the denim and her underwear, tugging down on both as she shifted from side to side to help him remove them completely. When she stepped out of them, he put his hands on her hips and pushed her back toward the conference table. When she felt the edge of it behind her, she lifted up with his help to sit on it and wrapped her legs tightly around him.

  He was kissing her again as she felt his hand glide down her belly and settle so that it was cupping her sex. She gasped into his mouth as one callused finger set up a slow sliding motion against her slick heat. It was good, it was wonderful, but it wasn’t quite what she wanted. So, she set to work quickly on his belt and removed it and unfastened his fly quickly. He stepped back to pull his pants and underwear down, his cock springing free as the clothing dropped around his knees.

  She took him in hand, stroking softly, simply getting a feel for him when she saw the first pearls of liquid oozing from his slit. She shot him a sultry smile before she bent her head down and licked the salty liquid away, swirling her tongue around the slightly spongy head as he stifled a groan. She finally took him into her mouth, going down around his thick erection as far as she could go, gagging ever so slightly. She took the rest of his length in her fist and set her hand and her mouth working in tandem up and down his shaft. He was the one caressing her back now and she felt a large hand settle on her head, fingers running through the soft hair on her head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. She loved the taste of him, the heavy, hot feel of him in her mouth. She loved the scent of his arousal and the muffled grunts he issued each time she swirled her tongue across the head of his penis.

  She reached behind and took his balls in her palm, feeling how tight and hard they were. She worked them gently, rolling them softly and pressing her knuckle gently against his perineum. She felt the muscles of his legs start to shake as his sack drew up even tighter against his body. He patted her head in warning, but she stayed put as he finally came hard in her mouth. She stroked him through his climax, milking him gently until he began to soften.

  She sat back to look at him, to take in the dazed and sated expression on his face. After a few moments, he looked back at her and moved to spread her legs so he could see her soaked curls and the slick, pink flesh between her legs. When he bent forward, intending to settle his mouth back on her there, she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. Instead, she dropped her own hand down and began fingering her clit.

  She looked him in the eyes as she whispered, “Watch me. Look what you do to me. This is what I’ve been doing at night when I think about you.”

  He made a sound that sounded suspiciously close to a whimper as she arched her neck and began rubbing fast circles over her swollen clit. She was painfully close and knowing that he was watching her made it that much more exciting. At last, her breath hitched and he leaned forward to kiss her hard as she climaxed against her fingers, moaning into his mouth. She finally pulled away for air, trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, soon lying back flat against the table. She heard the scrape of a chair against the floor and the sound of him falling hard into the seat.

  She smiled when she felt his full lips softly kiss the inside of her knee.

  “I guess I literally walked through flames for that,” he murmured against her skin.

  “I guess you did,” she answered, satisfaction and happiness clear in the tone.

  He lay his head down on her thigh and breathed for a few moments before replying, “It was totally worth it and I’d do it all over again.”

  Then as if on cue, the bell at Station 43 cried out, summoning Firefighter Jensen to his engine. The emergency call startled her and she pulled in closer to him, but only for a moment. Instinctively he sprang to his feet, and in a matter of seconds dressed himself, kissed her quickly and bolted out the conference room door. She lay there glowing with admiration for her hero as the sirens faded in the distance, yet wondering with horny envy if he might be off to rescue some new damsel in distress.

  Before the front desk clerk might walk in on her, Laura picked her discarded clothes up off the floor. She shimmied on her tight jeans, fastened her bra and pulled the tank top on over her head. With a quick fluff of her hair and a step into her shoes, she now felt presentable…and just a bit naughty still.

  She jotted down a few words on a post it note and then quietly made her way from the conference room, down a corridor, wandering aimlessly to the empty engine bay. There a row of lockers lined the wall and she pranced to the unit marked “Jensen.” Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she reached into her back pocket for her black thong panties that she had conveniently forgotten to put back on, opened his locker and placed them on top of his gear, along with a post it note that read, “If found, please return to rightful owner: 1054 Juniper Drive Unit #7.”

  Laura slipped out the side door and with a sly grin on her face, returned home.

 

 

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