Underground: Emergency Services
Can love truly conquer all?
Firefighter Blaze Swanson is more than ready to have his lover and sub home with him when he finds out that Jet’s been hurt in the bust. He gets to the hospital as fast as humanly possible, only to find out that Jet has banned Blaze from seeing him. Jet believes he’s ruined and that letting Blaze go to live his life is the right thing to do.
Blaze is going to have to call on all of his stubbornness, love, patience and abilities as a Dom to convince Jet that not only do they need each other, but the lifestyle they’ve enjoyed in the past is not out of reach, not if Jet puts his trust in his master to take care of him.
Join Blaze and Jet on their journey to rediscover how they fit together.
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“Okay, boy.” Blaze stood in front of Jet. “Your turn. Undress me.”
“How far, Master?”
“I want your mouth around my cock before we begin the orgasmpalooza.”
“Orgasmpalooza.” Jet stared at him, wide-eyed. “Did you seriously just say that?”
“I did. Orgasmpalooza. It sounds like a plan, doesn’t it?”
“God, it sounds utterly dorky and I love you.”
“Master Dorky,” he insisted before grinning, laughing. “I’m serious about the blow job first, though. Boy.”
“You know there’s nothing I like more.” Jet gave him a shaky smile. “You’ll have to help me get down, I think.”
“No I think you should lie on the table and I’ll straddle you.” He wasn’t going to make Jet kneel for an extended period of time.
Jet’s entire body relaxed a little bit, the visible relief strong, shocking. “Yes, Master.”
Then Jet eased Blaze’s leathers down over his hips. He hummed, enjoying the touches, but more than that, loving the fact that he could still give his boy what he needed. That he still knew. As Blaze made the right steps, Jet was easing into his headspace, into his submission.
He toed off his boots and pushed his leathers off the last bit so Jet didn’t have to bend all the way over. Then he took Jet’s shoulders and moved him over to the wide massage table. “Let’s get this scene started.”
“Yes, Master.” Jet climbed up, cock not hard yet, but beginning to fill. He would make sure it happened.
He climbed up after Jet, happy that the table was a little bigger than regulation, giving him enough room to set his knees on either side of Jet’s head without risking falling. Jet reached up and stabilized him, supported him, and opened like the cockhound he was.
“Needy slut.” Blaze was so glad to see it. Smiling, he rubbed the tip of his cock along Jet’s lips.
His boy lapped at him, working his slit just enough to make him shiver. He kept rubbing back and forth, using his own movement to tease Jet’s tongue along his cockhead. He licked his own lips, watching every move Jet made.
Daniel moaned softly, Chris on his knees, worshiping the man’s cock.
Blaze turned his attention back to his boy and pushed forward, cockhead sliding between Jet’s lips, and Jet opened up, eager and easy. He fed more of his cock into Jet’s mouth, groaning at the heat. When Jet began to suck, his groan turned into a full-blown moan. Nothing was like this. Nothing. “More, boy. I want more.”
Jet gave it to him, suction increasing, making him rock his hips to push his cock deeper into Jet’s mouth. It was so hot, and every time Jet’s suction increased, it got even better.
Jet made a soft noise, the sensation vibrating around his prick. Fuck, that was fine. Just what he needed.
He touched Jet’s cheek, fingers tracing the sharp cheekbones made sharper by the injury and lack of appetite. He slid his fingers down to touch where his cock disappeared between Jet’s lips, making another soft noise at the sensation of his own fingers sliding along his spit-slick prick.
No one had ever sucked quite like Jet. His boy needed better than anyone. Ever. And Blaze thanked every deity he could think of that they hadn’t lost this, that Jet could still suck, still wanted to.
With another loud noise, he pushed in harder, moving faster and going deeper, making Jet take him. Every single suck made his eyes cross, every swallow made him cry out. He wrapped both hands around Jet’s head as he knelt over his boy and just took Jet’s mouth like he owned it. He could see the flare of need in Jet’s green eyes and knew his boy was loving this as much as he was. He wanted to crow with the sheer joy, relief that he hadn’t lost this rushing through him in a strong wave.
His balls drew up tight against his body, and he knew he couldn’t make it last much longer. That was okay, though, because they had a whole fucking scene planned with lots of coming and lots of pleasure.
Jet groaned softly, tongue lashing his shaft, demanding more and more. Demanding that he fill Jet’s mouth with the proof of his need.
“Greedy, pushy boy.” It wasn’t a complaint at all; it was a compliment. And they were the last words he said, his come shooting out of him and flooding Jet’s mouth.
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