The Firemen Who Turned Me Ch. 2

The Fire That Turned Me: Chapter 2 - Zane Adams

Z A C K

He was handsome. True, but under any normal circumstance, it wouldn't have mattered. I wasn't into guys. That was the story I'd always lived in.

But the way his eyes held me there, our breaths unsteady, his pupils dark and wide, sent a slow pull through my chest and I didn't even know how to swallow.

His confusion mirrored mine, but so did the heat.

Then Chloe kissed Gina.

Not a shy, testing kiss.

Oh no.

A hungry, open-mouthed tangle that made Gina's body press into my chest. Their mouths clashed with a pulse that turned my muscles molten.

Gina still had her hand wrapped around my cock with a steady, possessive hold, and I stood there frozen in place, absorbing the sight of the two of them moving against each other. Against me.

He tracked it with such a rough hunger that I looked at him more than at the two arousing beings making out against my shoulder.

He took a step forward.

Fuck me... I had to bite back a moan and cover the rush I felt by darting my attention their way. But the heat coming off him, mixing with his sudden scent filling me, was making me more undone than the show I kept pretending was the reason.

The tension itself made my throat tingle and my eyes look up again.

Straight into those hazel-brown ones pinning me in place.

He moved.

Lower.

Those puffy red lips dropping to Chloe's dark neck, while he didn't stop peering at me.

What the heck?

My pulse shot upward.

Some imaginary line inside me thinned.

Then snapped.

I kissed Gina's neck, feeling her hand tighten around me, her hips rolling into my fingers inside her panties, and Chloe's little gasp hit me harder than any concern I had left.

From there, the lines blurred.

Mouths and hands were everywhere as we somehow navigated into one of the bedrooms. I reached for the dark slender neck and kissed Chloe, while those hungry eyes stayed on me every step of the way, making me absolutely insane by the time my back hit the bed.

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At some point, Gina and Chloe kissed him together, then brought me over their faces like there was a way for four people to kiss at once.

But we gave it a hell of a try. After that, we kind of lost track of who was where, whose tongue, whose teeth. His stubble felt strange against my fingers, scratchy and hot.

He tasted so good.

Oh gosh, too good for what a kiss should taste like.

Whiskey. Sweet. His tongue so demanding and firm, I was mush under him.

He smelled like sex in the middle of a forest. His short hair went soft between my fingers while I could impale myself on that tongue. Didn't care he was a man. It's not like I have a cock in my mouth, I kept telling myself. Just that tongue. Soft. Firm. Wrecking me. Pulling me over the edge as my whole body was on fire, shaking.

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It wasn't that we only had a four-way. By the night's end, I came twice, having sex with two women and a guy I had never met before. Limbs and tongues everywhere until we lay down absolutely spent.

The girls fell asleep between us, hugging one another, while he kept watching me like he'd still devour me whole if he weren't covered in sweat and barely able to move anymore.

And goodness, at this point I'd probably let him.

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It was dawn when I opened my eyes the first time and the unfamiliar surroundings and memories of last night stirred me awake. All three of them seemed to be asleep, spread around the bed and tangled together. For a moment I just laid there before I stood up and tiptoed to the bathroom.

I flushed and chuckled at my reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt what we were doing by the state of my shoulders and pecs. I ran my fingers along the sensitive skin remembering all three mouths marking me in the heat.

As I was washing my hands and face, a sound of the door behind me made me jump.

"Man!" I whisper-screamed while chuckling under my breath, looking at him in the mirror.

"You okay?"

Gosh, I'd never looked at a guy like this, but he was... stunning. His shoulders were about the size of Stan's, but these were thick, muscled, and the hair on his chest made me want to run my hand through it.

What made me pause, though, were those eyes. Those haunting eyes dragging down my back before they met mine in the mirror.

"Sorry, dude, looks like we're bumping into each other a lot tonight."

I smirked to cover the blush rising on my face, remembering. "It's fine."

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Letting him do his business, I went into the kitchen to drink some water when he came after me again. This time speaking hushedly as if to a little animal, so he wouldn't spook it.

"Don't jump. It's only me again."

I chuckled at the cuteness of his tone. "You're okay, man." I turned, seeing his large palm outstretched toward me.

"Zane, by the way. I think I should know the name of the first guy that I ever gave head to."

I nearly spat the water out as I laughed. I swallowed with a smile. "Zack, likewise."

We shook hands, each filled another glass, and went to the living room. We were both still naked, but it seemed neither of us minded that right now.

"Those girls were something else!" His thick index finger pointed at the door, and I had to avert my eyes so I wouldn't try to think where it'd been.

"You seemed to enjoy it a lot."

Zane shook his head, still staring at the door with an arousing grin. "Never met a girl that asked to be treated like that."

"It looked like..."

He arched his brow at my tone as he turned to me. "You think I'm calling the girls I sleep with sluts and whores on the regular? Christ. Thanks, dude. No. Not really. But I have to admit it was..." He paused, eyes flicking to that door again. "Intense. Her asking that." Lowering his gaze to his glass, he moved past me.

I didn't say anything. I just remembered the way he could oblige, and how hard it made me watching him go predatory on her.

"Tell me about it." I smiled when he looked at me, so he wouldn't think I had anything against him. "I mean, Gina warned me in a way, but I have to say, this was something else."

Those hazel-brown eyes lit up. "Gina! Finally, Dude, I was wondering what her name was all night since Chloe kept calling her just babe."

I checked him out with a smug grin. "Will you even remember it tomorrow?"

But Zane seemed a bit offended by my joke. "Yes. I'm not an asshole, dude. You're telling me you won't remember their names tomorrow?"

"Man, I don't think I'll ever forget this night."

He chuckled as he circled the sectional and sat.

My glass clanked against the wooden coffee table. "I just thought you treated this like... a hookup."

Zane shrugged. "Well... I did. Still, I'm not that shallow."

"Yeah, sure. Me neither." I shook my head, peeking over at his wide frame and thick arms stretched lazily along the backrest. I couldn't figure out why we were both trying to act like honorable citizens in front of the guy we hooked up with once and probably wouldn't ever see again. But obviously neither of us wanted to leave a bad impression.

My thoughts scattered the second his meaty legs spread. Zane groaned contentedly, tilting his head back, exposing the thick neck under the stubble.

I remembered licking that neck.

Damn...

I looked away and sat down beside him.

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He was intense.

Or maybe the memory was still too fresh for me to think clearly.

Zane checked me out. "I would go home, but now that you accused me of being an asshole, I feel like I shouldn't."

"That's cute." I smiled. "Wanna hang out with me until they wake up so we can pretend we're not assholes together?"

"Only if we stop saying the word asshole."

"Deal."

We laughed briefly, his arms still wide on the backrest behind me like it was the most normal thing in the world. "How is yours, by the way?"

The wave of heat that shot up to my face made me close my eyes for a second so I could calm down before speaking. I decided to go with gracious admission rather than being an insecure coward. I smirked. "Well... good, actually."

"You've done that befo--?"

"No." I stammered before he finished, then let out a soft laugh, trying to act cool about it. "I mean... it never really crossed my mind before. Nor... my ex. We were never into... any of this."

"Ex... girlfriend?"

I looked at him like, 'Duh,' and he snickered and shrugged. "So? How was it?"

Incredible? Mind-blowing? Now I know why Kyle and Ross are at it constantly. In the end, I went with: "Well... it was something different."

"Duude." Zane grinned, staring at me smugly. "I gotta tell you, I was quite puzzled when Gina grabbed the third condom."

I chuckled. "I didn't really notice it until... Oh my gosh." I covered my face with my palm, remembering two fingers bringing me to the biggest orgasm I'd had in my entire life.

"Well, you definitely seemed into it."

I peeked at him from behind my fingers. He didn't look like he was making fun of me. More like he was taking me in with this strange focus.

Gracious admission, I reminded myself. "You should've let Chloe try it."

Zane tilted his head. "I was preoccupied watching Gina go at you." His eyes darkened with something heavier than that. I felt my face flush, and something inside me burned wilder.

"Yeah, true... You seemed pretty into the show."

He leaned back, that smug grin widening. "Oh, I was." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Watching someone fall apart like that? Dude... I must admit that was something."

My breath caught. The way he said it. Casual, but loaded. It sent my pulse spiking all over again. Still, I tried to play it cool, shrugging like it was no big deal, like I didn't feel my cock fill with blood right then. "Glad I could entertain. And how was eating a guy's ass for the first time?"

Zane let the silence stretch between us until it had me fully hard. "Delicious."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

The air between us thickened until it felt electric, and neither of us looked away.

I tried not to glance down at my lap, since the throbbing was becoming impossible to ignore.

But he noticed.

His gaze dropped, lingered, then lifted back to mine with that same unapologetic hunger. I looked at his. There was no question whether this was turning him on as well. He was hard and didn't even try to hide it.

"So you're into guys too?"

My question seemed to surprise him enough to frown. "What? No."

"I mean, it's cool if you were." I raised my palms. "Just... I'm straight. Or I've always thought I was straight... I think." I stammered under that glare. "But I have a few gay friends. I'm cool with it."

"I'm cool with gay people as well, but no, I'm not gay."

"Okay..." I averted my eyes and exhaled.

The tension in his face killed my boner a little. Still, I couldn't get rid of the images of what he did to me tonight. I mean... Gina fingered me twice while he watched, and we were making out the entire time. By the end of the night, he ate my ass with more vigor than either of those girls, and damn... he really went down on me before I screamed that I was going to cum.

Even though I could still hide behind the fact that we had a foursome with two twisted chicks who pretty much initiated everything, I couldn't argue that it was seriously hot.

I tried to salvage the atmosphere. "So what are you doing when you're not picking up kinky girls?"

"I'm a firefighter. What about you? You look like a white-collar."

I nodded. "Yeah. What gave me away?"

Zane pointed toward the hallway. "That smoking hot suit."

Hearing his deep growl describe something of mine as "smoking hot" felt better than I'd think a compliment could. "You like guys in suits?"

"Good try." He lowered his arms with a grin. "I'm really not gay, Zack. But I'll admit, it was hot."

I leaned back, spreading my arm on the cushion. "Suit or what we did?"

Those eyes turned darker again. "Both."

"Good. At least we're honest."

"I like being honest."

"Me too."

We stared, locked in a daze, the quiet building between us again.

This was the part where we could've laughed it off and gone our separate ways. But for some reason, we kept riding that wave. The silence stretched until the air became unbearable.

His hand moved closer until it found mine. That large palm covered my long fingers like it was nothing, and my cock jerked when, in a slow, deliberate movement, he pressed my palm to his shaft.

It felt smooth and thick. Hardening under my touch. And at this point, I was so hungry for it that I started running my fingers along the length of him, while his other hand pulled my face closer.

Neither of us said a word. We just stared at one another for a beat, and when he launched at my lips, I instinctively gripped him tighter, moaning around the tongue invading my mouth.

His hand pulled my cock closer, and I moaned, sliding all the way to him.

In a heated groan, he pulled me off him and spat into his hand, smearing it all over his shaft. I jerked him until he was coated in spit. Then he spat into his hand again and kissed me harder, this time lathering my shaft and stroking me even more forcefully than before.

I was shaking and leaking as we made out, and with each moment, I grew more desperate and hungry. Who cared that we'd already come a few hours ago?

I was ready to go again.

His tongue left my mouth, and he looked at me with those wild eyes before he dove on my nipple and sucked on it, his hand slipping off my cock to brace at my waist. He bit me, pulled on the hardened flesh, making me arch my back like a bow while sliding me flat on the couch cushions. Lying on me.

I groaned and started shaking as I felt him go lower. His short stubble grazed my stomach, and when he raised my leg and spat on my crack, I gasped and locked on him, half-horrified, half-feral, buckling my ass more towards him as if begging him to go harder, deeper.

My mind slipped to the memory of him watching me cum from Gina's fingers, while feeling Gina and Chloe kissing around my shaft. I didn't even see that then. I was bound to stare into those dark eyes the entire time my world exploded.

I shook, feeling Zane's thick fingers spread my legs wider, higher. Watching the top of his head, forehead, the bridge of his nose. I've seen him from this very angle when Zane rimmed me the first time a few hours ago.

Now his tongue was diving into me as if he belonged there, ready to make it his new hobby.

A finger circled my hole, and I swear something in me glowed. I started to moan, grasping at his head.

Zane came back up to take over my mouth with a force no woman could ever muster. He pushed my head into the cushion, and I swear... I wanted him to break me.

Feeling his cock hump my taint like he was in heat made me grab it. Absolutely wild by now, kissing him with near madness.

"You want it?" That husky growl was driving me wild. I cocked my head back in a groan just to open my mouth in bliss as he launched at my throat, licking and biting the sensitive skin.

"Yeah..."

"I want to see if my cock fits in there." He was humping my taint and balls harder, and with each stroke, he got more demanding.

I wasn't thinking clearly. I was a mess of sensations rushing through me, desperate with the need to feel it too.

I've never come more intensely than those times Gina fingered me tonight. If that was what two fingers felt like, I needed to know how he could feel.

I gritted my teeth, nodding. "Do it."

He stared at me as if barely containing himself. "Spread your legs for me, babe."

Damn! I forgot how hot that made me when he talked like that while fucking Chloe, how she drove him wilder with each filthy word. I didn't know why. All my thoughts got shoved back by the blood rushing to my cock. I grabbed my ankles with a wicked grin. "You want to take me with my legs up like some cheap whore?"

Zane blinked, and his lips parted in a cruel, ravenous grimace. He straightened up and got up. Grabbed his pants from the floor, pulling his wallet out while locked on me. "Higher, whore."

I held my legs spread in a position I'd never even dared to ask from my long-term fiancé.

Zane watched me as he dropped the wallet on the floor beside the couch. I didn't breathe the entire time he was ripping open one condom and putting it on his finger.

He knelt between my legs. His head above me at a torturous kissing distance.

I gulped in anticipation. He slid in rougher than Gina had the first time, making me hiss.

"You okay?"

"Damn... yes, but..."

I didn't get to finish, because I already felt him spitting there more.

"Is there still some lube in there?"

"Yeah... I think... Just..." My jaw hurt from how hard I was clenching it. It felt harder, thicker, but it felt too good to stop.

I spread my legs wider, watching him run his palm up my thighs, occasionally opening his mouth as he watched his finger enter me again and again. "You good?"

"Shit. Yeah... Damn." I grabbed my cock and started stroking it frantically as his finger went deeper.

"Feels like I could do two," he whispered as if it were a question.

I nodded frantically and eased my grip around my cock, trying to breathe when he added another, twisting them inside. I groaned as he spread me, watching my face.

My legs were becoming weak, and when I started to lower them, a large hand grabbed my knee. "Keep them spread, slut."

"Fuck!" I whimpered. I was sold, and I lost it. I'd never felt like this. I'd never been treated like this, and it was making me crazy.

He looked into his wallet and grinned, showing me a condom with the silent question. "Last one."

Was I ready for this? I had no idea, but I was more horny than scared. "Please."

"Oh, man..." He lowered himself above me. "Keep begging for it."

"Please." I cooed.

The sound of a wrapper. More spit on my hole, more spit pushed inside by the tip of his cock.

I was not at all ready for this.

The moment his head pushed past the first ring, I roared through clenched teeth, and my eyes went hot and wet. Zane watched me intently, stopping immediately. He hovered above me, the tip staying inside me, steady, while his cock kept twitching.

His face softened with protective compassion while my hole spasmed around that intrusion. The heat mixed with the soft care in his eyes made me groan. I wanted to kiss him so much right then.

"You okay?"

I nodded tensely, finding a strange satisfaction in it. As if the physical, sharp pain brought pleasure and calm after the turmoil of my breakup.

I wanted to know how intense it could feel.

It took me a moment to adjust.

He waited.

"Yeah..." I nodded under him. "Go on..."

One last scrutinizing look, and Zane raised himself on his hands, kissing my cheeks, licking those tears. "Then grab those legs and hold them wide like a good little whore." His low growl was nearly soothing.

My cock throbbed at that.

I sniffled and grabbed my ankles tighter. Spreading them, watching his concentrated face as he slowly, but forcefully, entered me more.

The condom was prelubed slightly, and there was a ton of spit there, but it was still a freaking pain. I felt tears run down my cheeks, and then he stood up.

"What?" I froze in shock, feeling empty and nearly pining as I watched him turn.

Don't let me get sober now! I won't survive this!

As if he knew, he glanced back at me and kissed me hard. "Hold them up, slut. We're far from done." Then he turned to the room where those vixens stood.

Stood.

Damn...

They hugged in the doorway and smiled, watching us.

"Lube." His hand reached towards them.

Gina went into her room and brought back the bottle. I felt exposed, but for some reason, I loved it right now.

Zane returned to me and spread it around the condom. His eyes were black at this point as he slowly slid his cock back in, the cold liquid feeling much better. Still, I screamed, clutching at my ankles as he licked the tears from my face and grabbed the edge of the couch and my nape for support.

He started slowly, drilled into me with a steady force.

Again and again.

"You want this?" A rough whisper above my lips.

I whimpered, my breath shallow. "Yeah."

And he kept going.

Making me beg. Calling me babe when I needed soothing. Calling me slut as if he wanted to push me. Whore as if he wanted to feel me shake time and time again under him with every low, husky growl from his mouth.

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By some point, I was gone! Thrusting back and begging like I was filming some cheap gay porn.

His large hand clasped my jaw, his lips inches from mine, grinning. "My beautiful slut. You're so fucking tight," he thrust in hard, groaned, and bit the edge of my jaw.

"Please!" I was lying there, moaning and screaming with each of his thrusts. "More!"

"Can you take it, slut?"

"Yes, I can take it! Harder!"

"Dude, you're so hot when you cry like that. Hold them up!"

I was delirious at this point. Out-of-body experience, if I should describe it anyhow. Everything hurt and gave me pleasure at the same time as Zane started seriously hammering into me.

My head was spinning, and I kept whimpering and moaning under him constantly, completely forgetting even to jerk myself.

Suddenly, Zane pulled out and manhandled me like a rag doll.

On the floor. Me on all fours, braced against the cushions, and Zane slammed into me so hard that I felt like I would rip the leather under my fingers. I was screaming so loud, my head turned back, compelled to watch that spectacle of a man tear through me and growl above me.

He looked seriously menacing.

And I wanted more.

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I was drooling over the cushion, my ass tingling and my cock flapping under me, the head hitting the leather with Zane's every hard thrust.

Then, with one fluid motion, he pulled out.

My hole gaped as it sucked in the air in disbelief at the sudden emptiness. I jerked back my head, willing to beg, seeing Zane rip his condom off, fisting his cock and, in three strokes, he screamed, spraying his load all over my butt.

Seeing that sent me over the edge. My hand flew down, choking my own cock. "I need to shoot!"

At that moment, I felt two paws at my sides. Turning me roughly like I was weighing nothing.

Laying me spread eagle across the coffee table like an offering for some pagan gods. Cock pulsing in my hand, feet planted on the carpet, toes curling as my balls were about to burst.

"Please!"

Black eyes pinned me in the spot while two tongues licked the head of my dick.

"Please."

He didn't say a word. Just burned me inside out with that stare as warm fingers pushed my hand aside and a wet mouth sucked me in.

And those haunting eyes watched me the whole time as I came undone under him.

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