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“Y-yes.” She shivered.

“Lady must get everything her heart desires.” Mitch’s
espresso-colored eyes were hooded. She raked her gaze over the man, taking in
each cut of his muscular form and ending at the bulge in the front of his
pants.

The
huge
bulge.

She swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry.

Pearce turned to Mitch and then they were in each other’s
arms, big hands moving over each other, mouths fitted perfectly, tongues
disappearing. She held her breath, watching them in stunned silence. Her body
reacted violently, her pussy burning, nipples poking her top until she thought
they’d bore holes through it.

Shifting restlessly on the bed, she watched their
tongue-dueling kiss. And when they began to undress each other, she knew she
was lost. She’d die in an inferno of want.

Chapter Seven

Pearce’s cock pressed against Mitch’s, perfectly conforming
to his lover’s body. On the bed, Ellie seemed to writhe.
Soon, baby.
Right now, he wanted to give her the show she’d been longing for.

Mitch yanked Pearce’s shirt off and reached for his button
and zip. Each
tick
of the zipper teeth ratcheted his desire up another
notch. Urgently, he tore off Mitch’s shirt and skimmed his hands over his hard
chest. The planes were now familiar, but he wanted more. He wanted to learn
every pore. And every cell of the man’s being.

Pre-come oozed from his cock and wet his distended briefs.
Mitch’s smile spread beneath Pearce’s mouth and he returned it. They rocked
into each other and Ellie gave a hitching sigh.

“Get outta those boots, Morelli. I want you bare-ass naked
so my wife can see what she’s getting.”

“Gladly.” He shed his clothes in seconds and they both stood
before Ellie. Her eyes were wide and glassy, her chest heaving. Pearce nudged
her thighs apart and cupped her mound through the fabric of her pants.

“Oohhh.” She shuddered against him, primed. So ready. “More.
I want more.”

“More of this?” Pearce caressed the seam of her pussy.

Mitch reached around Pearce and gripped his cock at the
root. “Or this?”

“Both. All! I want it all.”

Mitch’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. He wrapped an
arm around Pearce’s waist and turned him into his arms. Pearce gave himself up
to the man’s whims. In Firehouse 5, he was in control, but in this bedroom,
he’d gladly give the power to Mitch.

Rocking cock to cock, Mitch clamped his mouth onto Pearce’s
once more. Feeding him a frenzied fire of kisses, he curled his fingers around
their shafts and let them glide through his strong fist.

“Oh. My. God.” Ellie’s harsh tone mingled with the rustle of
her clothing as she shed her garments.

Mitch shoved him back until he was lying beside Ellie. “I’ve
been dying to do this.” Without preamble, he dropped his mouth to Pearce’s hard
cock and sucked the length into his throat.

Pearce bucked as his length slithered onto Mitch’s scalding
tongue. He pinched his eyes shut and savored every warm lick. Mitch groaned
around him, working his flesh with his tongue and lips and occasionally lightly
scraping his teeth against the sensitive underside of his mushroomed head.

White lightning sliced through his body. He bracketed
Mitch’s head in his hands and guided him exactly where he wanted—deeper.

The head of his cock bumped the back of Mitch’s throat and
he nearly came unglued. Sucking in a sharp breath, he caught the fragrance of
Ellie’s arousal. He opened his eyes and found her on her knees, glorious pale
breasts jiggling freely and thighs parted, her fingers buried in her pussy.

“Christ,” he bit off, burning to unload into Mitch’s mouth
and taste his wife’s poignant flavor on his tongue.

Mitch eased his pressure and edged him with his mouth,
moving slowly and gently, backing Pearce off from the precipice of bliss once
more.

He gripped Mitch’s shoulders and tried to fuck his mouth but
Mitch steadied him with a hand on his pelvis, locking him to the bed. Small
gasps escaped his wife’s chest as she circled her clit in a figure-eight
pattern, delicate digits moving around that ripened bud until Pearce thought
he’d lose his sanity.

“Your turn.” Mitch released him and Pearce’s cock danced
wildly in the air, begging for more of that heated torment. But he was dying to
taste Mitch too—to know the salty tang of his come on his tongue, his cheeks
bulging with his thick girth.

He grabbed Mitch and threw him down on the mattress beside
Ellie, rolling atop him to secure him exactly where he wanted him. Mitch’s
chest worked with every breath.

“Fuck, I want your mouth on me. And then I want your wife’s
mouth on me. Fucking my cock into her pretty little mouth, and then her pussy,
while you lick her tight seam.”

With a loud cry, she came. Fingers thrusting wildly into her
depths, thumb prodding her clit. A flush kissed her skin, darkening her nipples
to a lush rose. Her lips beckoned to Pearce. He grasped Mitch’s cock and
claimed Ellie’s mouth at the same time. As he pumped his friend’s shaft through
his fist, he kissed Ellie deeply, feeling it to the bottom of his soul.

Love for her filled him up and flowed over into Mitch. She
was giving him this—the chance to sate himself on the flesh of the man he’d
been lusting after for months, and the ability to share his beautiful wife with
someone he trusted.

He sucked Ellie’s tongue into his mouth and drew on it,
pulling gasps from her. She collapsed forward, leaning against him. He pulled
her against his side as he began to roll Mitch’s erection through his fingers.

“Take him in your mouth. I want to see you pleasuring each
other,” she whispered.

“Damn!” Mitch growled. Pearce obeyed at once, placing
teasing kisses on Mitch’s washboard abs and moving down his body to his
arousal. In one big bite, he took his cock into his mouth, tonguing it with
fervor, lapping a circle around the head until Mitch almost rocketed off the
bed.

Each inch filled his mouth to perfection. A drop of pre-come
hit his tongue and he moaned around Mitch’s length. Then he felt Mitch’s hands
entangled with Ellie’s on his head, guiding him up and down.

Pearce’s cock swelled further and he ground it against the
bed, seeking relief.

Then Ellie was pushing him again, guiding Mitch’s head down
to Pearce’s cock. When they were settled in a sixty-nine position, Pearce met
her impassioned gaze and almost came then and there.

“Damn, baby, I don’t know how much more I can stand.” He
opened his mouth over Mitch’s erection again even as his own vanished between
Mitch’s lips. They rocked violently, fucking each other’s mouths as Ellie
spread her pussy lips and began to flick her fingers over her clit again.

Intense pressure grew up from Pearce’s balls. He bucked
hard. Once. Twice. In a blinding burst, he exploded. Hot come spurted down
Mitch’s throat. He gulped, mouth working hard around him, compressing, sucking,
releasing, until Pearce thought he’d surely need to be resuscitated.

Mitch followed him over the edge. Pearce drank down each
precious drop of his lover’s semen, savoring the feel of his pulse on his
tongue and the sweet juices filling his mouth.

When he finally opened his eyes, he found Ellie’s fevered
gaze on them and could wait no longer to give her the same attentions.

* * * * *

“She’s primed.” Mitch scrubbed a hand over his face, unable
to tear his gaze from Ellie’s succulent curves. The shadow between her thighs
glistened with moisture. He’d heard her come—had watched her expression as she
unraveled—and wanted nothing more than to help her along on another journey.

He licked his lips, which still tasted of Pearce’s musk. The
flavors swirled in his head and mixed with the juicy scents of Ellie’s need.
Though he’d just released, if he lasted another minute, he’d be lucky. Lust
pounded through his veins.

Gods, he hoped Pearce let him take her bareback. Sliding
into that tight, wet sheath would be one of the ultimate highs of his life—that
and taking Pearce. They were all tested regularly at the firehouse, and Mitch
hadn’t been with anyone since his last test. He knew Ellie and Pearce were
monogamous and clean too.

Pearce ran his thumb over the tip of Mitch’s cock, which had
sprung back to life in record time.

“She’s always primed, but she’s wetter because of you.”
Pearce reached between Ellie’s thighs and stroked her nubbin. Her whole body
convulsed, pushing forward, seeking more of his touch.

“Take her mouth again, Mitch. Show her how you’ll fuck her
pussy with your tongue.”

She whimpered, turquoise eyes hazy. Mitch bit off a groan of
his own. When he reached for her, she fell into his arms. Her warm body fit
snugly to his, high breasts crushing against his chest. As he claimed her
hungry lips, Pearce touched them both.

His warm hands splayed over Mitch’s spine, running down to
the crest of his ass. He skimmed the intimate seam with a fingertip and nearly
unmanned Mitch in the process. Damn, he was a great lover. Mitch’s last two
male lovers had always left him wanting, but Pearce fulfilled him without even
trying.

And his last female partner had been false in bed—unleashing
loud, porn-star cries leading up to a very unspectacular climax. But Ellie… She
was soft, genuine and the perfect complement to his and Pearce’s relationship.
The third piece to the puzzle.

She moaned into his mouth and he realized Pearce was dipping
his fingers rhythmically into her sheath. The wet sound filled the room and
Mitch sent his tongue into her mouth, mirroring Pearce’s motion. Swirling,
batting her tongue with his, lapping her shallowly then plunging his tongue
deep.

He weighed her breasts on his palms, strumming the tips with
his thumbs. When Pearce removed his soaking fingers from her sex, she bucked,
trying to follow him. Then Pearce stuck his fingers out for Mitch to taste.

Swallowing the digits to the knuckles, he growled in
pleasure. “Fuck, I need to taste her properly.”

Ellie sagged against him, her eyes half-lidded, pulse
beating erratically in her slender throat.

Mitch pulled away from her gently and lay back on the bed.
“Come to me, Ellie. Straddle my face.”

She glanced at Pearce for reassurance and he gave it by
lifting her and settling her over Mitch. Her ripe folds hovered inches from his
mouth. For a moment, he inhaled, drawing her essence inside him. The perfect
flavor to add to Pearce’s cocktail.

Drunk on her scent, Mitch sank his fingers into her round
hips and guided her down. When he tasted her outer folds, she almost came off
the bed. He held her securely, sending his tongue deeper, probing toward her
core.

His cock throbbed mercilessly and Pearce pumped it twice.
Hard. Mitch bit off the need to explode, to spurt his thick fluids all over
Ellie’s body.

She wriggled when he slid his tongue from her wet opening to
her swollen pearl. He bit into it tenderly and it seemed to burst on his
tongue.

“Christ, she’s like a fucking cherry.”

“I know. Shit, do I.” Pearce made a ring of his fingers and
thumb and barely skimmed the head of Mitch’s cock.

Dancing his tongue across her needy nubbin, he continued to
torment her, testing her, bringing her higher. He’d never had a woman look upon
him as Ellie did. It sent pangs of emotion through his chest that he’d never
known before. For a long time, he’d known he and Pearce could share soul space,
but now he was certain Ellie fit in there with them. Everything from her body’s
reactions to the sweet way she spoke to him drove him insane.

“Please!” She ground her wet pussy against his face and he
devoured her from the outside in and from the bottom to the top, leaving no
inch of her untouched. When he found that perfect spot, he paused.

“Pearce, get inside her. She needs a good fucking.”

“You’re telling me. Her little pink snatch is begging me to
take her.” He positioned himself behind her, straddling Mitch’s chest too.
Briefly, he chafed his cock against Mitch’s.

Electric need zapped him, making his toes curl and his balls
clench. He moaned against Ellie’s sensitive folds and sent her into spasms of
delight.

“Damn, I need her. Now.” Pearce wrapped his arms around her
waist as he angled his body to penetrate her. In one swift thrust, he joined
them. She cried out, her pussy spasming on Mitch’s tongue.

The heady scent of their combined bodies drowned him. He
lost himself in each stroke of his tongue, each plunge of Pearce’s body, each
gasp elicited from Ellie’s sweet mouth.

Her body stiffened. He pushed against the hood covering her
clit and located her core. When he flicked it once, he sent her overboard.

“Ohh yeah. That’s right, sweetheart. Hug my cock just like
that. Come all over me.” Pearce’s voice resonated like a gong throughout
Mitch’s body.

Ellie drifted on the waves of her release for long minutes.
When she finally slumped over, Mitch supported her. Every inch of his being was
on fire, eager for more. Having Pearce’s mouth wrapped around his cock had been
bliss, but he knew the night held much more for him. For all of them.

Pearce withdrew from Ellie’s body and eased her down on the
bed. He nuzzled her nape and upper spine. She lay still as if run over by a
twenty-eight-foot tank truck.

Mitch wrapped his arms around both of them. Just being able
to hold people he cared about was amazing. He’d dated a lot but there had never
been someone special. Now he had two.

He ran a hand down Pearce’s muscled side and stopped at his
hip, holding him fast and thinking of parting those hard ass cheeks and sinking
into him as he fucked his wife.

“You got condoms?” His voice came out as a harsh rasp.

Pearce shot him a blazing look that told him he understood
perfectly. Ellie spoke from the tangle of blankets. “Top drawer of the
nightstand.”

Mitch raised a brow in question and Pearce answered, “She’s
been eager for this.”

She stirred, finally recuperating from her release. When she
lifted her head, her auburn waves tumbled over her creamy shoulders and white
back. Mitch’s cock stretched another fraction.

He rolled off the bed and crossed to the nightstand.
Rummaging in it, he found the condoms. Flavored. Nice.

Grinning, he tore open the packet and rolled it over his
stiff cock. When he returned to the bed, his lovers were ready. Ellie was
stretched out in the center of the bed and Pearce hovered over her, ready to
join them.

“Fuck, what a beautiful sight.” Mitch’s heart tugged a
little as he watched Pearce’s cock glide smoothly into her ready pussy. He
licked his lips, still tasting her sweet musk and Pearce’s earthier flavor.