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Chloe

Sitting in Dax’s car, I can’t believe my luck. When I went into work today, I’d only hoped for a glimpse of him. I thought that maybe, if I was lucky, I’d get to talk to him. Not even in my wildest dreams did I think that I’d get his hands on me.

It was better than anything I’d ever imagined.

I’ve never made myself climax on purpose.

Sure, there have been dreams and that one time with my pillow, but I had never set out to make myself feel like that.

I was saving that for him. And it was everything I dreamed it would be.

Even now, I can’t stop thinking about what just happened in the break room.

“You know, I spend a lot of time at the coffee shop when I’m not at the fire station,” Dax says conversationally.

“I’m a firefighter,” he clarifies. I hide a smile.

He doesn’t need to tell me, I already know.

I know everything about him. “I’ve never seen you at the cafe before today. What made you want to work there?”

“I, um, I graduated high school a few months ago, and it’s my first job.

I don’t even like coffee; it just seemed like a good entry-level position,” I tell him as he rests his large hand on my thigh, his palm almost covering it entirely.

It’s hard for me to focus on anything but the contact.

I’m lying by omission, though. The reason I never went to the cafe as a customer was because I was worried he would start to notice that I always came at the same time he did.

Besides, as a barista, I had to talk to him; as a fellow customer, I would have had no idea how to open a conversation in a natural way.

Tracking his movements from across the street was a much safer bet, one that had more than paid off.

“Well, that would explain why I’ve never seen you there before today,” he laughs, that hand on my thigh drifting up and down, getting closer and closer to my center each time. “So, do you have any plans for school?”

“Not really,” I say, trying my best to keep my attention on the conversation we’re having.

I won’t ruin this by slipping up and letting him know he’s the only field of interest I’ve been studying recently.

“I thought about going to the fire academy, but I’m not that strong.

Sometimes I drop stuff off at the station, though. ”

“Really?” he says, and I can tell by the tone of his voice he’s wondering how we never ran into each other – little does he know that was also entirely by design.

“I guess meeting at the coffee shop must have been fate, then. It’s probably for the best we didn’t meet while you were still in school.

I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep my hands off of you. ”

“Oh,” I murmur, as though the thought hadn’t occurred to me.

I’d played it safe; I knew there was no way Dax would let himself be in a relationship with a girl who was only fourteen, or even a girl he’d known since she was fourteen, so I made sure he never even saw me until the moment we could be together properly.

I glanced over at him to find him hard in his jeans.

I know that he didn’t get to have an orgasm like I did.

My lack of experience has never bothered me – it’s not like I wanted anyone but him – but now it does.

I should do something about his arousal.

It isn’t even a matter of obligation. I want to do something about it.

Dax is speaking, but I don’t register the words he’s saying. Instead, my mind runs rampant with what I could do to him. He used his hands on me, so I know that’s an option. I’ve also seen… videos. I know that I could use my mouth. It doesn’t look too difficult.

I want to do anything I can to win him over. As much as I don’t want him to know that I’ve been watching him from afar – and sometimes up close – for years, I’m deathly afraid of the truth slipping out. I need to give him every reason to keep me around in case that ever happens.

“You’ve been quiet for the last few minutes.” Dax’s voice breaks me out of my trance. I tear my eyes away from the sizable bulge in his pants and blush furiously when he smirks – I’ve been caught. “Impatient?”

I giggle, looking away from him and fixing my eyes on the route that’s now familiar to me.

We’re not far from Dax’s house. When we get there, I’ll need to act surprised, like it’s my first time seeing the place.

Impatient isn’t exactly the word I’d use for how I’m feeling.

I’m awash with excitement and nervousness.

“Don’t worry,” he assures me with a squeeze. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Right,” I say, putting my hand over his.

In a flash, he flips his hand over, threading our fingers together. That motion tells me that everything’s going to be okay. I might not know what I’m doing, and I might have been stalking him, but for the next few hours, everything will be fine.

I’ll worry about the details later.

For the next few minutes, we ride in comfortable silence. There’s a promise of something more heavy in the air. Dax’s thumb rubs steady circles against my skin, and that tiny bit of contact alone makes me wet. I squeeze my thighs together, anticipation building as we enter his neighborhood.

As soon as he pulls into the driveway, he throws the car into park and pulls me into a heated kiss. It seemed like he was holding himself together fairly well, but the way he kisses me tells me that his restraint is something to be admired. I’ve never felt more wanted in my entire life.

I can barely keep up with the movement of his mouth. He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m the oxygen he craves. I’m lightheaded, and Dax is stealing all the air from my lungs. If I had any more to give him, I would. I’d give him my entire life. In a way, I feel like I already have.

Without breaking the kiss, he releases my seat belt buckle, then his. We pull apart just long enough for the fabric restraints to retract. Then we’re back on one another, this time with nothing between us.

His hands roam my body, caressing my neck and shoulders. I can’t help the shudder of desire that escapes my lips, and I feel him smirk in response. Apparently, he’s pleased with the reactions that he’s able to coax from me.

All at once, I realize that when he was asking me to be quiet earlier, it was for my own sake. He wants to hear me. Now that we’re at his place, away from the public eye and the threat of my boss finding us, I don’t have to be concerned about my noise level.

So, when he threads his fingers into the soft hairs at the nape of my neck, I don’t bother to try to suppress the embarrassing sound that comes from my throat.

The effect it has on him is immediately evident.

Dax pulls me even closer, and I end up halfway between my seat and his, my legs at a funny angle in order to keep myself upright.

He’s practically devouring my mouth. I can barely maintain my balance, and I end up bracing myself on his thighs, my fingertips digging into the muscle hidden just beneath the denim.

Even through a layer of thick fabric, I can feel how strong he is.

Not only is he exceptionally tall, he’s all raw strength.

I wonder what it would feel like to have that strength used on me.

He could pick me up without breaking a sweat, and if he wanted to hold me down, I’d have no hope of getting away.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think that knowledge should scare me, but it doesn’t.

I just get wetter at the thought of being manhandled by him.

I’m not sure what possesses me to do it – primal instinct maybe – but I start dragging my hands over his legs.

I want to feel every part of him. I’ve watched and watched and watched, but I’ve never been so close to the man of my dreams. Now that he’s in front of me, kissing me like our lives depend on it, I can’t help but touch.

Eventually, curiosity gets the best of me.

My touch drifts higher, gets even more insistent.

I’m fascinated by the way he responds, the way his hips seem to twitch as if begging for the attention to be shifted higher.

So, I give into what he’s asking for, groping the bulge in the front of his jeans.

“Oh fuck,” he curses, leaning away from me and groaning through his teeth. Beneath my palm, his cock twitches as if begging for more attention. “Inside. We need to get inside – now.”