Page 9 of His Big Holiday Firefighter (Bigger Is Best #2)

Then, while his mouth continued its devastating work, I felt the slick slide of a finger join in. He pressed gently at first, a patient exploration, and my body seemed to melt around him, welcoming the slow, deliberate intrusion.

Noah worked me open with a careful pressure before he eased a second finger inside, and a low groan rumbled in my chest. The feeling of being stretched, of being filled by him, was a delicious kind of pleasurable agony.

He moved slowly, his thumb stroking my taint while his fingers curled upward. He must have felt the tremor that shook my entire frame because he did it again, pressing firmly on that one spot until a strangled cry was torn from my throat, my control nearly shattered.

“There?” he asked, though he clearly knew the answer from my reaction.

“Yes.” My voice broke as he stroked the spot with long, deliberate movements.

Noah continued, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until I was writhing beneath him. He added a third finger, stretching me further, preparing me with patience I didn’t possess at that moment.

“Please,” I gasped, my legs spread wide, body trembling with need. “I need you. Now.”

Noah reached for the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. The sight of his large, capable hand working a generous amount over his length sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated want through me.

The broad shoulders I loved to hold on to, the solid wall of his chest tapering to lean hips, and his considerable arousal, slick and glistening.

He positioned himself above me, his solid weight a comforting pressure, one hand guiding himself to my entrance.

His green eyes locked with mine as he pressed forward, entering me inch by exquisite inch.

The stretch was intense, a burning fullness that wiped my mind clean of everything but him.

It was overwhelming, hovering on that sharp, perfect edge between pleasure and pain.

“You okay?” Noah whispered, his arms trembling slightly with the effort of holding back.

“More than okay.” I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.

Noah groaned as he sank fully inside me. For a moment, we stayed perfectly still, connected as intimately as two people could be. Then he moved, slow, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch of him.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed against my neck, his pace gradually increasing. “So tight, so perfect.”

I clung to his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath my fingers as he moved. The initial discomfort had faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that built with each thrust. Noah shifted slightly, adjusting the angle until he hit that spot inside me with every stroke.

My cries grew louder, more desperate as he maintained a steady rhythm. The pressure was building, coiling tight. I was so unbelievably hard, trapped between our bodies, the friction of his stomach against me adding to the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m close,” I warned, my voice breaking.

“Let go,” Noah encouraged, thrusting hard and faster. “I want to see you come apart for me.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a shout of his name, my body clenching around him as pleasure crashed through me in waves. The intensity of it left me breathless, trembling beneath him as he continued to piston deeply.

Noah slowed his pace, giving me a moment to catch my breath. His eyes were dark with desire, his face flushed with exertion. I reached up to trace his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my fingers.

“Oh, damn. That was...” I trailed off, words failing me.

Noah smiled, a mix of tenderness and lingering hunger. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice a promise.

I felt a surge of need to reciprocate, to make him feel even a fraction of what he’d given me. With a sudden burst of energy, I pushed against his chest. He went willingly, letting me guide him onto his back.

“Now it’s your turn.” I straddled his hips.“I want you to come inside me.”

Noah’s eyes widened, his hands coming to rest on my thighs as I positioned myself above him. I sank down slowly, taking him deep inside me again. The new angle was intense, allowing him to reach even deeper than before.

“James,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

I set the pace this time, rising and falling on him in a rhythm that had us both panting. I braced my hands on his chest, skin slick with sweat, feeling his heart racing beneath my palm. The power of controlling our pleasure was an intoxicating high.

“You’re incredible.” I rolled my hips in a way that made him moan. “So good inside me.”

Noah’s hands slid up to my waist, helping guide my movements. As my pace quickened, he began thrusting up to meet me, our bodies finding a perfect synchronicity. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, ragged breathing, and increasingly vocal moans.

“Harder,” I urged, and Noah responded.

His powerful thighs flexed as he drove up into me, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I was hard again, impossibly aroused despite having already come. Noah wrapped his hand around me, stroking in time with our movements.

“I’m not going to last,” Noah warned, his rhythm faltering.

“Together,” I gasped, feeling my own control spiraling, tension building higher for a second time.

Noah’s thrusts became more urgent, deeper and harder, chasing the inevitable release. His hand moved faster, bringing me to the edge alongside him. When he hit that perfect spot inside me one more time, I came again, clenching around him as pleasure overtook me.

Noah followed immediately, his body tensing beneath me as he pulsed inside me. For a perfect moment, we were completely united, sharing the same breath, the same heartbeat, the same joyful ecstasy.

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us.

We stayed like that, connected and content, as our heartbeats gradually slowed.

After a while, I gently shifted off him, gasping as his cock slipped from my body.

We were both utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

He gathered me back into his arms and pulled the blankets over us, cocooning us in warmth against the winter night.

Outside, in the distance, the town clock chimed midnight, and I realized the competition was just a day away. But for once, I wasn’t anxious about schedules or outcomes or perfection.

For the first time in longer than I could remember, I was exactly where I wanted to be. And I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.