ControlledBurn by Em Petrova Page A

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