Free ControlledBurn by Em Petrova Page A

that’s beautiful. You’re the luckiest
man in the world, Pearce.”
    “So are you,” Pearce said. He entwined his fingers with
Mitch’s and together they guided her down Pearce’s cock. Each veined inch
filled her to perfection. Flames licked at her insides and she clenched around
him.
    He gave a loud grunt as she sank to his base. Then Mitch
probed her ass with his lubed fingers, spreading the gel over her flesh,
working it so she didn’t have discomfort. Each pass of his fingers drove her
higher.
    When he slipped a finger in, she cried out.
    “That good, baby?”
    “Yes!”
    “Want more fingers?”
    “Please!” She pulsated around Pearce’s length as Mitch added
a second finger, stretching her.
    “Fuuuck, man, I can feel you already.” Pearce bit off the
words. She focused on the pleasure she read on his rugged features—how his lips
pulled tight over his teeth and a vein appeared on his temple. Giving this
ecstasy was the best thing she’d ever done.
    Mitch pumped his fingers into her ass again and again, until
she was begging for more and Pearce was about to come unglued. Then she felt
Mitch’s lubed cock replacing his fingers.
    Bit by bit, he worked his way past her muscular rim. She
cried out and rocked her hips backward, urging him to fill her up.
    Her body pulsated and she hung in a cloud of need. Her
muscles went limp and Pearce and Mitch supported her weight between them,
moving her when they wanted to as they thrust into her body in unison.
    When they withdrew together, her body ached to be filled
again. When they drove back in, she was full to bursting. She lost herself and
strangled cries left her.
    Mitch’s breath was hot on her neck and Pearce’s hands were
everywhere, stroking, touching, tweaking her nipples. The knot inside her
suddenly broke apart and she found herself flying. Waves of intense feeling
struck her. She stopped breathing. Her pussy clamped down on Pearce’s cock and
both men groaned. Her ass vibrated around Mitch’s length and they roared.
    Wild now, they made love to her, taking her body and
gathering passion from each other. She felt the first jerks of Mitch’s cock and
then Pearce’s hot juices flooded her. She rode out their pleasure, drifting in
a mindless fog. Her world vanished and she felt, tasted, smelled and heard only
Pearce and Mitch. Her lovers.
    * * * * *
    Pearce shuffled through a sheaf of papers in his hand that
heralded the Fireman’s Banquet the Chamber of Commerce was holding that
Saturday to honor their everyday heroes.
    A familiar hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed. Mitch.
    Pearce twisted away, nearly jumping out of his skin. He met
Mitch’s shocked gaze with a glare. “We discussed our need to remain on the
down-low here at the station,” he whispered, shooting a glance around the
nearly empty locker room. One man sat in the corner, taking inventory of his
gear, as they all did when they first came to work.
    Mitch’s anger flared. “No, you came up with that rule. I’m
not embarrassed by you.” With that, he swung away, stomping out of the locker
room.
    Pearce fought to keep from going after him. He didn’t want a
disgruntled lover but the last thing he needed was trouble within the house. It
was bad enough sending Mitch into burning buildings and car wreckages because
he worried about him so much. But he needed this job. It was his life.
    He smacked the stack of papers off his thigh. “Damn.”
    Heading across the room, he handed the man a flyer. “This
Saturday Firehouse 17 is taking over our duties and we’re attending this
banquet. Make sure your dress uniform is clean.”
    “It is, Chief.”
    “Good.” Pearce continued on, placing flyers in individual
lockers of the men who weren’t on duty today and then going off in search of
those who were. He found most of his team in the rec room, bouncing a Ping-Pong
ball around. Two guys were playing video games, seated side by side on the worn
couch.
    What if he and Mitch were seen