Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 95

Joanne's Point of View.

As Whip-Me pulls up on his driveway, my stomach is flipping around like a fish out of water. I am a heady mixture of nervous, excitement, and horny as hell right now, which is a lethal combination.

My old insecurities are also rearing their ugly heads, telling me he'll not find me attractive when fully naked, but with determination to not give in to my own thoughts about my body, I push them to one side, choosing to ignore them for once in my life. "I thought we should come to mine. I think it is safer. As much as I love your close relationship with Ben and everyone else for that matter, the thought of them just wandering into the house this afternoon was not appealing." Whip-Me chuckled.

I feel the heat on my cheeks, as I bite my bottom lip with a smirk on my lips. I have to agree with him on that point.

"Yes, not ideal." I grin at him.

s**t! We are really going to do this. Whip-Me, is going to whip-me-with-his-willy! Yikes!

"Joanne, in all seriousness, no pressure though, if you change your mind at any time, just let me know. I won't be offended. Frustrated, definitely, but offended, absolutely not," Whip-me continues.

"Okay," I manage to squeak out, knowing I'm not about to change my mind anytime soon, but happy I have the option should I happen to find myself in that situation.

Whip-Me rounds the car and opens my door, then taking my hand he guides me out of the passenger seat. Throwing his arm over his shoulder he presses the button on his key fob, as the car beeps and flashes its lights a couple of times as you hear the clunk of the lock.

He leads me through his front door, down the hall, and directly into his living room.

"Make yourself at home baby," he whispers huskily to me, the timber of his voice causing me to shiver slightly. Damn this man is s*x on legs.

I take a seat on the long sofa, worrying my hands together, as the nervousness begins to consume me once more, and I feel my cheeks burst into flame as my mind wanders to what will happen next.

Whip-Me chuckles, then heads off towards the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a large crystal class containing diet coke. Handing me the glass, I take a sip, to calm my nerves, only to realise there is at least a double shot of Bacardi in it. "Wow, what is this?" I ask, looking at the glass.

"Well, when I asked you how I could get into those sexy-as-f**k denims, you said start with a Bacardi and coke, so, voila." Whip-Me chuckles, taking a seat beside me.

"Before I embark on partaking my own alcoholic drink, you are happy to stay the whole night, and well, tomorrow and tomorrow night, before we go back to work?" Whip-Me grins.

"Wow, you think you have the stamina for that amount of time," I quip, the words out of my mouth before my brain gets into gear.

Trust me!

"Well, I definitely hope to 'Rise' to the challenge, but even if I cannot, I want to spend the rest of my time off work, just me and you, irrespective of any stamina issues." Whip-Me chuckles.

I find my nervousness settling down at his words. Knowing he likes me for who I am, helps chase away my annoying insecurities, making me feel a lot calmer than I was previously.

"It's getting close to lunch time, I have some nice steaks in the fridge, if you fancy them?" Whip-Me smiles, changing the subject to safer ground.

Do I want food?

Yes, I am starving after emptying my breakfast in the sea.

But, and this is a big but, I am more than a little bit concerned that when the food hits my stomach, I will get bloated, and the release some of the gas in the midst of passion, and that thought puts me off accepting the kind offer of lunch. Then again, I am hungry, and feel like I could eat a horse, and run after its rider!

Decisions, decisions.

"Come on, what is going on in that beautiful head of yours? I can almost see the wheels turning," Whip-Me asks, his brows raised up as he tilts his head to one side waiting for me to answer.

"Erm, nothing," I squeak again, feeling my cheeks beginning to burn once more.

"It's not nothing if you're worried about something, and you clearly are," Whip-Me continues.

"Okay, I am just being stupid. But if I eat, I may get wind, and I would hate to fart halfway through whatever happens after lunch," I tell him, unable to stop my mouth from spilling my inner most thoughts.

Oh, good GOD, I wish my mouth had a filter attached, but sadly, it just spews out whatever is on my mind. I am sure it is a medical abnormality.

Whip-me looks and throws he head back, bellowing with laughter, as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"I would love to just live in your brain for a day, it seems like a fun place to be," he continues laughing.

"Seriously, I am concerned about it!" I declare, nudging him with my elbow.

"Well, let me put your concerns to rest. Everybody, and I mean everybody, farts Joanne. If that happens, then so be it. The covers blow off, it is no big deal. After all, I have shared an Engine with YOUR son, not to mention Josie and her musical, smelly bum. Seriously, that girl is worse than the men on shift." Whip-Me laughs again.

"Stop worrying. Now, come on, you can drink that in the kitchen whilst I make you some food." Whip-me laughs, moving his arm off my shoulder and grabbing my hand pulling me to my feet.

We walk into the kitchen hand-in-hand as I take another sip of the Bacardi, then let out a breath, as I try to relax. I am going to blow this, if I don't calm down, when really all I want to do is to blow him.

The thought, of sucking on his big sausage sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my shaven-haven, making it throb between my legs.

Clearing my throat to stop my dirty mind from going into hyperdrive, I sit on one of the bar stools by the counter, as Whip-Me pulls out a griddle pan. He turns and opens the fridge, grabbing out two fillet steaks, seasoning them, before adding some olive oil, and wrapping them in clingfilm setting them to one side.

"Can I help?" I ask, I find it weird to be sat in a kitchen not doing the cooking.

"Nope." Whip-Me smiles, popping the 'P'

"You do enough for everyone, today, I am going to wait on you hand-and-foot." He turns and flashes me the sexiest smile.

"I could get used to this." I grin at him, taking another sip of my drink.

"I am really hoping you do. That is my cunning plan." He grins, then leans over the counter placing a soft kiss on my lips before returning to cut up some mushrooms and peppers. "Chips, or Baked Potato?" Whip-Me asks.

"Hum, I should probably go for the baked spud, but the chips are shouting for me to choose them. I really cannot deny them when they are begging me so much." I giggle slightly.

"Chips it is." Whip-me chuckled, grabbing some potatoes from his veg basket, and begins to peal them.

"Oh wow, properly cooked chips as well, you are spoiling me." I grin, although I know that will not help the diet I tell myself I am on every day, only to give up at the first sign of a biscuit, or cake, or any type of unhealthy food really.

"Well kind of, I have one of those air fryer things, so not as fattening as the deep-fried version. I have to watch my weight for work." Whip-Me chuckles.

"You don't have a weight problem!" I declare, because to me his body is perfection.

"Oh, I do, I used to have a six pack, now I have a protruding one pack." He chuckles.

"Too much time sat behind the desk and not fighting fires." Whip-Me shrugs, as he places the chips into the air fryer.

"So how do you like your meat?" he asks.

"Big and juicy so it fills my mouth," I tell him, again with the bloody lack of a filter!

"Oh, well, I will see what I can do in that regard." Whip-Me laughs, then throws me a wink.

"Erm, rare would be good," I tell him, feeling my cheeks heat up once more, and not just from embarrassment, but from the pure fact, this man has me all ways of horny right now.

We banter back-and-forth, with various degrees of s****l inuendo, when finally, he plates up the food. The steak is so tender my knife glides through it, and I pop a piece in my mouth, moaning at just how delicious it tastes.

"f**k Joanne, that noise is killing me," Whip-Me groans out, his eyes staring at me, pupils fully dilated.

"What can I say? Your meat is delicious." I grin at him.

"Woman, if you are not careful, I am going to bend you over that table, and find a shoehorn to peal those tight, sexy-as-hell denims off you and pound you, until you cry for mercy." Whip-Me groans.

I let out a gasp, my mind screaming 'yes please', but for once my mouth cannot form words, as my throat becomes dry, and I gulp, my heart feeling like I may need a trip to A&E if it doesn't stop beating so fast.

I cut another piece of the delicious steak and pop it in my mouth, letting out another soft moan, when Whip-Me suddenly pushes his plate away. In one swift motion he stands up, his chair falling behind him, stomps over to me, picking me up as if I weigh nothing,

when we all know I weigh a lot more than that, and throws me over his shoulder in a perfect fireman's lift and storms out of the kitchen, taking me up the stairs two at a time, before depositing me onto the soft mattress of his bed, my body bouncing, as he lets out a low growl from his chest.

"You asked for it." He groans, as his lips find mine, his tongue poking into my mouth, as it searches for my own, and all of my senses heighten as I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, digging my heals into his back.

Yes, I certainly did ask for it, and insecurities be damned, because already I am about to explode, such is my desire to have this man possess every part of me!