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Dax

Despite the fact that my laptop is open in front of me, the screen stays off the entire time. My eyes are focused elsewhere. I almost forget about my latte sitting in front of me.

I’m enthralled by Chloe. She’s a cute little thing, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail swishing with each one of her movements. And god, the way her green eyes shone when she spoke to me had me captivated.

Honestly, I can’t believe I almost didn’t come to the shop today.

We’ve had a busy week at the fire station, and when I woke up this morning, I considered just having one of the energy drinks in my fridge and taking care of some housework.

A voice in my head told me that I needed to come in for a latte today, and my intuition aside, it is a much better alternative to an energy drink.

I’ve never been a man who believes in fate, but I’m not sure what else to call this. Or maybe it’s divine intervention. I’m not sure, but there isn’t any point in questioning it. In fact, I’ll accept it whole-heartedly.

It doesn’t matter what led me to meeting Chloe.

I’m grateful for it. And I won’t let this opportunity pass me by.

There’s something special about this girl.

I have to make her mine. No one has ever made me feel like this.

Something primal in me wants to claim her even though I’ve only just met her.

Instinctively, I know that this woman is my future.

The last bit of her shift seems to drag on. I can’t wait to get her alone, to claim her. Honestly, I don’t even know if I’m going to get her home. I have half a mind to drag her into the back of this shop and have my way with her.

Finally, Chloe starts taking her apron off, and I take that as my cue to pack up my untouched belongings.

Once I have everything put away, I stand, shouldering my bag and keeping a close eye on her.

When she slips into the break room, I follow her.

No one stops me, and I know that’s one of the perks that comes with being a firefighter in a small town; everyone assumes I have nothing but the best intentions.

“I thought your shift would never end,” I say as I slip in behind her, pulling the door closed and pressing the lock.

She jumps, but smiles when she sees me standing there. She twiddles her thumbs together and tucks her chin against her chest when she says, “I didn’t think it would, either. I thought about just quitting on the spot so I could be with you alone.”

Something about that suggestion makes me feel like a crazed man. I’d love it if this girl didn’t have any responsibilities. My brain supplies the image of her being at my house, waiting for me to get back from work, always being available for me. My cock hardens at an alarming pace.

“Well, it’s over now,” I say, noting the way my voice has gone dark with lust. “And I can’t really complain about the wait. I got to watch you while you worked. You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

Chloe blushes beautifully, and I take a step forward, cupping her face in my palms. Gently, I tilt her face up toward mine. Her forest green eyes widen, a flicker of hope flashing through them. There’s nothing I can do other than lean down and connect our lips.

She gasps into my mouth, seemingly taken aback by my boldness. I take advantage of her surprise, running my tongue over her bottom lip. She lets me in, opening her mouth up even wider to let me explore.

The taste of coffee floods my senses. She must have had some right before this.

I grow even harder in my pants, my length twitching with undeniable desire.

Desperately needing her to know what she’s doing to me, I slide one hand to the back of her head, carding my fingers through the hair that’s come loose from her ponytail.

With my other hand, I grip her waist and pull her in close.

“Oh,” she breathes against my lips, breaking our kiss and panting heavily.

“I just can’t help it,” I admit, pressing another kiss to her lush lips. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since I saw you.”

“I–”

Her hesitancy gives me pause. I don’t pull away, but I lean my head back, examining her face. She looks young, and part of me worries that I’m doing something reprehensible. So I ask, “Are you old enough to be doing this?”

“Yes,” she says quickly, her hands gripping onto my biceps like she’s afraid I’m about to bolt – little does she know, I’m not going anywhere. “I’m eighteen. It’s just…”

“Just what, sweetheart?” I ask, even though I think I already know the answer. I need to hear her say it, though.

After a beat, she confirms what I already suspected. “I’ve never done anything like this before… That was my first kiss.”

“Fuck,” I curse, holding onto her tighter. My cock pulses violently in my pants at the thought of being the first and only man to have her like this. I need more, though. “Baby, I want to touch you. Will you let me?”

I watch the curve of her throat as she swallows hard. Then, she nods. Now, that I have herpermission, I feel almost feral with need. I shift my grip from her hip to the front of her jeans, easily taking care of the button and the zipper.

“You’re so wet for me,” I remark as I slip my hand into her underwear, running a teasing finger through her folds. “You ever been this wet before, baby?”

“I don’t think so,” she admits, her hips twitching instinctively. “You– your fingers feel good.”

“I know something that’ll feel even better,” I tell her before kissing her hard once again. “I can’t give it to you here, though. I’ll take care of you now, then take you back to my house and show you, yeah?”

“Uh huh,” she whines, her grip on me getting even tighter when I circle my fingers around her clit.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, changing the angle of my wrist slightly so I can slide my fingers inside of her. “Just try to keep quiet. We don’t want anyone trying to get in here, do we?”

She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed closed.

I want to demand that she opens them, but there’s something so erotic about the way she’s got her face scrunched up in pleasure.

Plus. she seems so keyed up that she might not be able to keep herself quiet if she’s looking at me.

I don’t care if she loses her job or not, but I don’t want her to associate her first orgasm with something so negative.

So I lean in to kiss her. My fingers explore her depths, and the heel of my hand rubs against her clit. She’s helpless in my grasp, shaking as she attempts to keep up with the kisses I’m giving her. Her thighs clench, and her pussy pulses around my digits.

Chloe is so sensitive. I think that even if I didn’t get verbal confirmation that this was her first time, I’d know it by the way she already seems so close to falling apart.

It won’t take much more for her to reach her orgasm, and that thought alone is almost enough to make me cum in my pants like I’m the inexperienced one.

“Dax,” she whimpers against my lips, her strung out voice threatening to drive me crazy. “Dax, I–”

“I know, baby,” I assure her, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Just let it out. Let me make you feel good. You’re doing so well.”

Before she can respond, I’m kissing her again.

The sounds she’s making are getting even louder.

My girl is so far gone on pleasure that she doesn’t realize how much noise she’s making.

I can’t wait to get her home so she can be as loud as she wants.

But until then, I need to help keep her quiet.

I still have that much self-control left at least.

All it takes is a few more thrusts of my fingers before her entire body shakes in my grip.

She makes a long, drawn out whimpering noise as her tight pussy clenches even tighter around my fingers.

While her orgasm overwhelms her body, I work her through it, dragging the sensation out as long as I can, only pulling away when the sounds of pleasure start to morph into something sharper.

As she’s panting, I pull my soaked hand out of her panties and do up the zipper and button on her jeans. She seems too far gone to do it herself. Then I pull her against me, hugging her tightly. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her floral shampoo.

“How was that?” I ask, unable to keep myself from smirking. I don’t need her answer to know it was mind blowing.

“So good,” Chloe tells me. “I… I’ve never felt like that before.”

“I already told you that I can make you feel even better,” I remind her. I pull away from her, resting my hands on my hips so she can’t get too far away from me. “I’m going to take you back to my place now.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a brilliant smile, showing off a row of almost-perfect teeth. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” I say, leaning in to kiss her, ignoring the way my cock aches for her. I’ll get my relief soon. I just have to hold out for a little longer.