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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,