Burn For Me (The Burn Series Book 3)

by Dee Ellis

  Because I want to. Because he is sexy, gorgeous, and powerful with this shit; but right now, I have the power. I am controlling him and making him weak, and I fucking love it.

  I vaguely sense Tori kissing at my neck, her hands at my tits. I don’t focus on it. I focus on the beautiful man before me, who I am making weak. Because I want to. And, some-fucking-how, I can.

  “You’re pretty hot sucking cock, baby. How about you spread those legs and let me eat your pussy while you take care of our guy?” Hunter growls and shoves his dick deeper into my throat.

  “Don’t you touch her pussy. Unless I tell you to. Which, I promise you, I fucking won’t.” I smile around his cock and he smirks down at me.

  Just like that, it seems we both realize something.

  This three-way was always going to be a two-way. With an audience.

  HUNTER

  Plenty of women have had my cock in their mouth. Not sure if I’m proud of that. Probably not. What I do know is, none of them, not one, looked as fucking hot as Lola did taking it down her throat.

  With wide, sexy, violet eyes watching me as she sucks and licks and slurps like it’s her favorite fucking thing to do. Her tits bounce as I piston my hips, fucking her mouth. I almost come at least three times because it’s hot and I can smell how wet her pussy is.

  Lola is getting off on getting me off.

  As I watch her swallow me down, I barely notice Tori. I see her hands all over Lola and it’s pissing me off. Then she offers to go down on her. I shut that shit down. No one but me will be eating my lady’s pussy. Like, ever.

  In that moment, when I basically said as much, Lola met my eyes. That filthy mouth of hers smiled, still wrapped around my cock, and I knew what it meant. Tonight was going to be a major bummer for Tori.

  Because I had never intended to fuck her; seems neither did my lady.

  Too soon, I feel an orgasm crawling through me, so I stop Lola’s perfect fucking head. I will definitely need more of that later. I tug roughly at her hair, forcing her to stand. Holding her gaze, I lick her mouth and then, I slap her soaked pussy once.

  “That belongs to me. You got me?” Lola moans, and I slap her once more. The shudder she gives me makes my cock jerk.

  “Do I get to play or....” Tori tilts her head as she watches this; her hands are at her fake tits, tugging at the too-big nipples.

  “You do not. Not now. My girl wants someone to watch, I think,” I smirk when Lola whimpers, my fingers spreading her juices lewdly, “I can allow that. I won’t be fucking you. You won’t be touching her.” I announce, but my eyes are asking Lola.

  Because I know she wants to prove something to herself. Maybe even to me. If I had any doubts, I let her see that I don’t now. I never did, but I digress. Lola presses closer, letting me crane her head back.

  “Oh, I am watching. I didn’t haul my ass to the east end for no action at all.” Tori smirked though, and something passed between the girls as they look at one another. I’ll ask about that later.

  “Yes. Watch us. I want you to. Baby,” Lola is soft again, softer than I’ve ever seen her, and it makes me so fucking hard it hurts, “I don’t want to share you. I just.... let her watch us.” I nod, bending to take her mouth in a kiss that burns through the remaining tension.

  “Whatever you want, baby. Come on. Bedroom.” I order because I know she wants control, but I fucking need it.

  I smack her ass as she obeys, heading down the hall towards my room. Before I let Tori follow, I step in front of her. I wait till she looks away from my girl’s perfect ass swaying down the hall. Can’t blame her, really, it’s fucking epic. Then I give her a warning look.

  “Touch her or me tonight, I might let your husband know what you do on the weekends. You get me?” I am a sonfabitch, but I don’t want her ruining this for me or Lola.

  “I get it, baby. It is hot as fuck you want her so bad, though. Not going to lie. Make the show good for me, at least. You two turn me on.” I roll my eyes and back away.

  “I mean it. Don’t fuck it up for her.” There again is that look she gave Lola earlier, and her edges go softer.

  “I won’t. Mickey was right; Lola’s a gem. Don’t you fuck it up.”

  I don’t argue, because she’s right. When I get to the room, my semi hard cock wakes the fuck up. Lola is just how I’ve envisioned her for months. Sprawled out on my bed, her knees up, arms over her head.

  Goddamn, she’s a beautiful fucking sight.

  I tilt my head towards the wide armchair in the corner for Tori. Quickly, my attention turns back to my girl. The room is alive with her desire and mine, but also her fear. I intend to tear that shit from her and fill her back up trust and need. I want her to need me as bad as I do her.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful like that, Darlin’. Close your eyes for me, baby.” I step to the nightstand and pull out some lengths of silk.

  Lola turns her head on the pillow, her eyes bright with want as they travel over me. I stroke my cock a few times, growling when she licks her plump lips. I want them around me again, but not just yet.

  “I get to say no.” Lola says this softly, and I almost break.

  “Baby, you tell me no and I might die. But, of course, you can say no. Don’t you let me do something you don’t want. You hear me?” Lola nods against the pillow and then closes her eyes.

  Before I can ask, she lifts her arms over her head, her little fingers wrapping around the slatted wood headboard. I make quick work of tying her wrists. Tight, but loose enough she knows she can stop me if she wants. I’m going to make her never want to stop, though.

  “Damn, Darlin’,” I stroke a little more, leaning forward to let the tip touch her lips, “Next time, I’m tying you up just like this and fucking that pretty mouth. Not tonight, though.” I bend to kiss her full mouth, then her eyes, before wrapping the silk around her gently.

  “It’s so soft.” Lola moans softly, arching her back as the blindfold heightens her senses.

  “Hmm, your skin is softer. Like silk. You’re being so good, baby. Spread those long legs for me, Darlin’. I need to see that pretty pussy.” Lola whimpers but obeys.

  As her knees spread out, baring her silky pink folds, my mouth waters. I’ve waited to taste that perfect little cunt for months. I wrap a fist around my cock as I climb between her legs. I might blow all over her if I don’t control my dick.

  “Hunter....” Lola moans as I lean close, breathing deep her sweet, spicy scent.

  “Fuck, you smell good, baby. I own this kitty, baby. You belong to me, Lola. This soaked little pussy, those perfect tits, that filthy mouth...every inch of you. Now pay attention while I prove it.” I lean forward and press a chaste kiss above the sexy slit, and she bucks.

  “Shit. Hunter....” I smirk against her skin, nudging my nose against her pulsing clit.

  “Hush. Keep those legs open; don’t deny me what’s mine.” I bring a slap down on her throbbing pussy and she screamed out.

  Behind me, I could hear Tori’s breathing, could sense she was pleased with the show. It was not for her, and it wasn’t even for me. I just wanted to make Lola mine. Whatever it fucking took.

  Dipping low, I licked the folds that were wet for me, and she bucked her hips. My arms hooked around her thighs, draping them at my shoulders. Bending forward, I repeated the motion, licking and sucking at her juices, savoring the flavor of her arousal. I take just a beat, because, fuck she tastes like nothing else.

  As my fingers spread her open to me, my other hand still gripped my cock. I didn’t want to come until I was deep inside her. The need to let go inside her, to mark her body as mine with my come, was so powerful, I felt precum soaking the bed beneath me.

  On either side of my head, her thighs trembled as I focused on her clit. Pink and swollen, her little pearl lets me know how close she is. My teeth came out, tugging at the nub, and again, she gave me a sound. This one low and growly and hot as fuck.

  “God, Hunter...please....” I s
wirled my tongue around her once more, then dove it inside.

  Lola bucked, the headboard banging against the wall as her hands jerked. When my tongue slid down to circle the tiny pink star between her cheeks, she screamed my name. Fuck, that felt good. I slid two fingers inside her, but she was so tight, I could barely pump my fingers.

  “Don’t you come yet. Not till I say you can.” My head lifted, and I slapped at her pussy once more; my name echoed off the walls again.

  “Fuck! I need...I need to come.” I bit at her thighs, the swell of her pretty cunt, the curve of her hip. I left my mark wherever I could.

  A moan behind me drew my attention; Tori had her legs hiked up on the arms of the chair. Her hand was rubbing furiously between her legs as her other fingers tugged at her nipples. Before, I might have gone to her, let Lola stew while I took care of Tori. Not tonight.

  Right then, I couldn’t imagine wanting something like that ever again. I was focused on Lola, on her sounds, her soft curves, and the way her skin flushed when I touched her just right. Twisting back to my girl, I smiled; maybe the parade had indeed ended for me.

  Hungry at the very idea, I dove back between Lola’s legs.

  LOLA

  I could not see because of the blindfold. Could not hear because my heart was pounding, and blood rushed in my ears. But Jesus Christ, could I feel. Like I had never felt anything before, I could feel every single thing Hunter was doing to me.

  I could feel Hunter’s tongue against my clit, then his teeth. The weight of his arms hooked around my thighs. His strong fingers pressed into my skin, and the idea of being marked by him this way made me hotter.

  “Goddamn, Darlin’, you taste good. Like sweet honey pecans. Creamy sweet and salty hot. Fuck. Delicious and mine.” Hunter’s words were enough to grasp at the orgasm curling its way through me.

  The orgasm that I’d been edging almost all night. The orgasm that I had no doubt would be the hardest, longest, and most wrenching I’d ever had. One he had yet to confirm I was actually allowed to have.

  “Hunter...baby....please!” My skin was on fire and it burned from my core out.

  Suddenly, he stopped.

  For a long moment, I waited. I could feel his weight between my thighs. Feel his breath on my heated flesh. Need vibrated through me, and my heart thundered. I shuddered as a cool breath blew over my scorched skin as he chuckled softly.

  His fingers were at my temples, tugging the blind fold away. Blinking, I fought to focus. At last, I met his eyes as they watched me. I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer. Heat burned through my limbs, my thighs trembled and I felt my orgasm tearing through my veins.

  “No, no, not yet. Look over there,” I could barely focus and he was asking me to focus elsewhere, “See how hot you made her? Those sexy fucking sounds and this perfect little body. Tori is so hot she doesn’t even need to play to get off. That’s how sexy you are. Touch yourself while we watch you. Don’t come till I tell you to.” Hunter knelt between my legs, wiping a hand over his mouth, his eyes heavy.

  In the corner on a wide chair, Tori sat fixated. One hand was between her long legs, her wrist working two fingers inside her. Her breathy sounds filled the room. I thought it would ruin it for me. It always had before. Instead, I knew Hunter was right.

  Tori was so turned on because of me. Because of what Hunter had been doing to me. I didn’t need to share Hunter with her the way I’d been forced to share before. The two of us together was so hot, she didn’t need more. That was hot. Watching her, I mimicked her movements.

  “Good girl, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot, Lola. Touch that hot little cunt for us. Let us see you let go. It’s so goddamn beautiful when you lose control Darlin’. Do it for us now.” Hunter’s sexy gravel of a command barely penetrated.

  My fingers moved over my clit, then inside. I watched the sexy redhead across the room, felt Hunter hovering over me. With my eyes on him, I pumped my fingers, my other hand clutching at the sheets. I could sense Tori matching my moves, and it spurred me on.

  “Oh....oh...shit...” I moaned, tossing my head back. My eyes dropped when I realized Hunter was moving.

  Oh, sweet lord. As my own fingers circled the button bound to bring me to the edge, Hunter began pumping his cock. His monster cock, excuse me. Even his massive hands couldn’t hide how thick and heavy it looked. Watching his hand pump the veiny length, I licked my lips and moaned.

  “Yours, Darlin’. All fucking yours. First, give me what I asked for, Lola. Let me see you come. Show her how fucking beautiful...just like that, baby. Just like that.” Hunter’s gravelly voice, knowing someone was watching me, knowing I’d get to have him and not have to share, it pushed me right over the edge.

  “Hunter!” I bowed up off the bed, my thighs trembling as I came.

  “Fuck, baby. Look at how fucking beautiful...” Pleasure washed over me, silencing whatever else he said.

  It didn’t come all at once. Oh no. Over and over, like the ebb and flow of the oceans, it churned and crashed and washed over me. Threatening to drown me. A death I’d welcome if it felt this fucking good.

  Before I could latch onto anything solid, I felt him. Moving his big, sinewy body over me, he slid a thick leg between my thighs. I reached out, and he laced our hands together, lowering over me. With heavy eyes, I looked up into his beautiful face, and a different pleasure made me gooey.

  Hunter looked downright primal as he pressed against me. His heavy cock pressed between my folds and I moaned, arching up to him. Need ripped through me and I forgot we weren’t alone. Lowering even closer, he pressed his mouth to mine, but it wasn’t a kiss.

  “You’re mine, baby. Don’t take those pretty fucking eyes off me. Need to see them when you give me you. It’s just us, Lola. Just us.” I nodded, mystified by the possessive growl, the heat in his eyes.

  “Just us.” I whimpered as he slid that length between my folds, hitting my clit. With something cold and hard.

  Oh, sweet lord. That piercing! Hunter was sexy as fuck in clothes and even sexier in his uniform. And naked? He was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Golden sinew covered in tattoos and those sexy nipple piercings. Bonus: that barbell through the tip of his wide cock; Hunter was every dirty fantasy in one. I think I swooned. Loudly.

  “Oh, Jesus!” I bucked as he fisted his length, swiping it through my wet folds, focusing that cool steel piercing against my swollen clit.

  My eyes dropped to watch him join me, but he corrected that fast. Hand at my jaw, he tipped my head back against the bed, forcing my eyes to his. I could barely focus, but I knew, somehow, that I should. That it was important. The moment I locked eyes with him again, I knew it was.

  We had been dancing around this thing for long enough, and I could pretend it was about sex. About power and who held it. About my safety and the shadows that threatened it. Hunter made me feel safe, and at the same time he scared me. Looking into his eyes, I knew he realized that. Just like he had realized what Tori really was. Tori was a safety clause.

  A get out of jail free card if, afterwards, we wanted to pretend this meant nothing. But I knew now, we wouldn’t use it. And, I didn’t regret it. Because, if not for that bold and admittedly jealous response, we might not be here now. Oh, we’d be here eventually; I had no doubt about that now. No matter how we’d gotten to this place, we were always headed here.

  “Mine.” Hunter repeated, thrusting once as we locked gazes.

  As he filled me, I had no doubts about that claim. Hunter filled me in the dirtiest, deepest, most complete way I’d ever felt. Locking our hands again, he pressed deeper, his hips settling against mine. I arched my back as he pinned my hands over my head again.

  The intensity in his gaze made me feel more stripped down than I knew what to do with. Like he could see all the fucked up, ruined parts of me. I wanted to hide from it at the same time I wanted to show him everything.

  “Fuck,” Hunter growled, eyes dropping just briefly, “It’s heaven, baby. Just li
ke I knew it would be. Lola...baby you are in so much fucking trouble.” Not moving, a grin curved his mouth, and I think I swooned again.

  “Wha--what?” One word was all I could manage as he rolled his hips, withdrawing and plunging deep again.

  “I won’t ever get enough of this now. You’re fucking doomed, Darlin’. Jesus Christ, your pussy is fucking heaven. Goddamn heaven.” I moaned long and loud as he pumped his hips a few times.

  Just like that—completely unprepared for his husky words, how good his weight felt against me, how complete that connection of his body joining mine could make me feel—I came apart. I cried out long and loud as pleasure tore through me, taking pieces of me with it.

  “Hunter! Oh fuck.... yes!” My nails pierced the flesh of his hands as I imploded beneath him.

  “Oh shit...that’s it, baby. Give me you, Darlin’. Fuck that’s.... that’s it baby. Goddamn.” Hunter never looked away, never let go of my hands, and for what felt like hours, never stopped taking me.

  But he took only because I was ready, and willing, to give.

  HUNTER

  I’ve been to heaven and seen an angel while I was there. I don’t buy that bullshit about making love with your soul or feeling like the woman you’re inside is part of you. Well, I didn’t, I should say. I’ve tested the theory out, in fact. Hell, I even married one and promised her the rest of my life.

  Once I tasted Lola, I thought that shit might be possible. But now, as I’m deep inside her, watching pleasure light her the fuck up, I know it is. The moment I sunk into her slick heat, I knew this wasn’t just another night with another girl. It was like I was touching part of her no one else looked for. And I’d found it and was claiming it for myself.

  Over and over as I pounded into her, I told her she was mine. Mine. Only mine. I’d never been a possessive prick but tonight, the very idea of sharing her with anyone, even another woman, had flicked a switch. Or, maybe it was even before that.