BURNING HOT

CHAPTER 22

ILA felt like she was caught between two predators, as her eyes followed every move that Sam took, he looked bigger than she remembered probably she drank too much campaign and there was Al that kept stroking her spine lightly with cold fingers.

This wasn't how she thought the date was going to end, it was obvious this two had come to an agreement and she was just playing to their amusement.

Turning in Al's embrace she wrapped her hands around his neck. "You're right about ignoring..." Before she could continue with the act, his mouth was on hers. Hot flames poured down her throat and invaded her insides. Heat rushed through her veins and cell before settling in her groin. Deep. Hot. Pooling there like a bubbling lake of pure magma.

Al lifted her in his arms and she immediately wrapped her legs around him. He didn't stop kissing her. His taste pure addiction, since the minute she went through the file and his pictures in her office, she had fantasied about what kissing him again would feel like.

The few times he tried lifting his mouth just an inch from hers, she chased after him, needing more. He drove every thought from her head, leaving her with nothing but burning fire.

She felt her back deep into the soft mattress, his hands went to her breasts, pushing the cup of the dress away with little effort, his big hand stroked and massage her breast as more heat consumed her.

"Time to get out of this lovely gown before I forget my manners baby." That gesture only made her remember the presence still in the room. She stood up and quickly shoved the dress down with Al's help, her eyes searched for Sam but with so much shadows from the lamps it was impossible, because she knew exactly how good Sam was if he didn't want to be found.

All it took was Al's thumbs brushing against her n*****s to ignite the flame, she moan out as the heat seemed to travel a straight line from her n*****s to her c**t.

"Get on the bed, right up to the headboard." Ila expected him to get busy with disposing his clothes but he just stood watching her. "Go ahead kitten, leave the heels on" Ila had thought Al's playfulness in bed was past but seemed he had only gotten more skilful within the years.

Pulling herself on the four postal bed she slowly turned her back to him, her hair fell over her shoulders as she crawled slowly to the center of the bed, she heard a groan almost a growl and she knew it wasn't Al.

Sam wouldn't be able to take much of it she knew, not while his marks where still all over her body even if fading.

"You really want to tease me love, you know we can keep this up all night long. " Al's voice was darker, she turned to face him and settled on her ass to stare at him. He was shirtless, he most have pulled his clothes in the few minutes she used in teasing them. Left only in his pants, she admired the beauty he was.

Use to a bunch of built up men walking half naked almost daily was something she had gotten use to since she was always surrounded by men even from a young age with her father's men. Does men were a dangerous set and they were the ones that had trained her and Grace into the women they are today.

Al moved then, pulling her thighs apart to accommodate his body. He was a big man and needed a lot of room, his hands wrapped around her thighs and spread her legs wider. He leaned in and trailed kisses over her chin and throat to the curve of her breasts.

"I don't think I can ignore his presence much longer." Ila whispered to Al between gasp as her mind started to wonder again.

"Yes you can." Al growled between her breast and went about proving how right he was as he nipped and licked on her skin, his mouth was hot, a cavern of blazing heat.

Her hands went to his hair, she ran her fingers through them as he lapped on her n****e before he suckled strongly, he pulled her hands and secured them over her head as his tongue kept flicking and flattening her left n****e alternately.

She was so hot and out she only relaxed the leather belt around her wrists after Al had somehow secured it with one hand all the while the other was tugging and rolling her right n****e so that her hips were bucking, and the thin lace lingerie and his pants felt like a terrible weight on her skin, she wanted nothing between them at this point.

She pulled her arm but the belt stayed secured to the headboard. "I've dreamt about this a million times over the years" Al said between scrape of teeth against her skin. Leaving his marks behind.

Ila couldn't help tugging at her wrists desperate to hold on to something as his hands slid down her rib cage and over her hips and back to trace the end of her lingerie.

"Countless nights I woke up my body ranging" he went back to spending time on her breasts, sucking, using his tongue and teeth, drawing her deep into his mouth and then stroking with his broad tongue.

She couldn't control her moans as she tried to find a friction with there lower body. She sensed him before she left him. Sam's hand moved over her leg like a whisper, as if her body wasn't shaking already.

"I can't wait to have my head buried between your legs" Al whispered ignoring Sam as his mouth traveled lower from her breast, his tongue tracing her ribs and then swirling around her belly button. She was sensitive there, and he took full advantage, kissing and tasting her skin around her belly button.

She sensed Sam gently pulling her leg toward him, creating more room for Al. With a trail of kisses and nibbles, he started from the strap of her heels and tracing up to her ankle. Her fantasies were becoming a reality tonight, far surpassing her wildest dreams.

Al's fingers wrapped around the lace of her panties and with a quick jerk the material parted. Just when his hand slid over her c**t she felt Sam's teeth on her thigh she couldn't help the loud moan as she moved restless.

"So beautiful" she knew how wet she was and her battle to not beg for more was diminishing and she knew they only just started, "How about we show Sam just how wet and ready you are"

"Al ." His name came out a gasping plea and she didn't know exactly what she was begging for.

Sam came into her view, his fingers moving over her thigh as he walked toward the headboard.

He looked down at her body stretched out with Al between her legs. His hands were already stroking her inner thighs, fingers dancing so close to her heat she could barely keep from pushing down to try to fill herself with him.

Al eyes burned over her exposed c**t like a brand before looking at her, the hunger in his eyes made her whimper. Nothing was going to keep him from her. Nothing. That knowledge was both thrilling and frightening. That particular look had been what made her leave a note behind 18 years ago.

His mouth was between her legs in a heartbeat and she cried out, fire shooting through her, dozens of arrows hitting everywhere while electricity seemed to snap and leap off her skin in tiny sparks of red.

Al concentrated on her sweet p***y, driving her up fast, holding her right at the threshold, keeping her there for long, excruciating minutes when she thought she might die from the pleasure. She felt the wave building like a wildfire out of control.

"This was what you wanted Ila, you couldn't answer our question the last time." Sam voice was directly above her n****e his breath hot.

Al's mouth needed to be insured. She tried so hard to follow Sam's ministration on her breast as he took a n****e into his hot mouth.

Her head thrashed on the pillow, she pulled and stretched in her restraint. She couldn't decide if to pull away from them. Or push into their unforgiving mouth. She was out of control and it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling building. Growing in her. It felt like a volcano was about to explode in her any minute.

Flames seemed to dance up her thighs, small little tongues of orange and red, teasing at her nerve endings until she cried out with need. The burn between her legs grew hotter as Al kept devouring her p***y like it was home.

"Stop fighting it, princess, and let go." Sam whispered. Her n*****s felt on fire, as he sucked hard on her n*****s his other hand pulling and tugging on the other.

Al's tongue stroked and caressed over her c**t for a couple of moments more and then flicked hard. "Your p***y tastes just like lavender honey. Fuckin' amazing. I'll never get enough." Pushing her legs wider. Sam's weight pinned her to the bed as the she lost her mind completely.

Al's mouth was covering her slit and c**t again, and he was using his teeth and fingers as well as his tongue. He knew what he was doing, she pushed deeper into his mouth, rocking her hips as the pressure built so fast she thought she might detonate and be completely destroyed.

He growled like a feral animal, attacking with a ferocity that was terrifying even as it was amazing and beyond intense.

"Come for me Ila." He thumped and flicked her c**t, his mouth relentless.

She came apart, just as she knew she would, an explosion that took everything she was, shattering her into little pieces like broken glass.

She was pushing into Sam as the heat drove over her body, Al' lapped up every bit of the liquid pleasure pouring out of her. He sucked and licked, bit and tugged until he swallowed her down, taking everything she was or had ever been.

Her entire body trembled as aftershocks hit, nearly as strong as the o****m they had given her. Sam's hand kneading and rubbing her breast only added to her overstimulated nerve endings, and her s*x clenched hard, wringing another cry out of her.

"You have the most gorgeous t**s, malysh. Impossible to hide even in the middle of a gunfight." Sam eyes were fixed on her breasts, his large hands covering them. Squeezing. Kneading. He was completely focused.

He stared into her eyes for several long minutes. All that dense muscle and hard strength. His eyes. Those killer eyes. There wasn't anything soft about him. He had big hands, his body a statement of the weapon he became with scars and tattoos. Tattoos that crawled up his neck. The way he towered over her, the wideness of his shoulders, as if he could block out the world with his body and take over.

The rawness of him and that feral, predatory look, almost a cruelness in him that had only harden over his years in the military. But that hadn't pushed her away from him like he thought it had only made her it hard for her to focus around him. Just thinking about him made her slick with heat.

His hand fisted in the back of her hair and pulled her head towards his. Tight, hurting her scalp. Rough. She didn't care. She didn't so much as wince. He was hers, and she'd take him any way he was.

His mouth came down on hers. Hard. An invasion. A takeover. She let him. She gave him everything. He had been a solid in her life, he'd given her himself and his whole team. He hadn't held back from whatever she wanted, and she wasn't going to hold back now. She surrendered to him. He was pure fire. Her rock.

The fingers in her hair slowly loosened, began to stroke soothing caresses over the places he'd been so rough. He lifted his mouth from hers, just barely, brushing little flames back and forth over her lower lip.

Sam was off her and Al was flipping her on her stomach with Sam pulling her on her kneels. "Open up for me baby." He kept his voice pitched low. The temptation to have her mouth on his c**k was so overwhelming he had to take several deep breaths of his own if he wanted this to last.

Ila felt the hottest, velvet-over-steel cockhead push into her entrance, and her heart accelerated as Al guided his huge c**k into her p***y, she never could forget the pleasure his c**k had brought over and over in just one night does many years ago. Fresh welcoming liquid surrounded him, and his hands slid to her thighs, parting them farther, fingers biting deep as he groaned and growled.

"So f*****g tight and scorching hot. It burns, doesn't it? I've waited too long for this, I'm going to go balls deep and f**k you so hard you would never be able to sneak out of my bed ever again." Al murmured, focusing intently on where they were joining together. His hand rubbed her globes in a firm massage as he parted them to push deeper into her.

Sam pushed his c**k over her lip, and she opened up eager for his c**k. She could very much call it a weapon, she welcomed his wide girth in her mouth as she worked her mouth on him.

Her heart pounded in both trepidation and a thrill beyond her comprehension. Al was pushing into her slowly and withdrawal only to pull deeper his thick and long c**k working her up as Sam wrapped his hand in her hair guarding her mouth over his stiff c**k.

It burned, she was having trouble following every touch and drag of their body on hers. She never knew pleasure so much. It sizzled. Burned. Took her breath. Took away every thought in her head so she could not remember anything, couldn't think about anything but this men and what they were doing to her. To her body.

The feeling of being helpless the pleasure that consumed her as they invaded her body, Al's c**k halfway in her p***y and Sam pushing into her mouth their groans and growls was sexy as hell. That brought another fresh onslaught of hot liquid, allowing another inch to push through her tight folds.

Al began a steady pressure, a relentless, merciless drive that refused to stop pressing forward, determined to bury himself in her reluctant folds.

She wished she could bury her fingernails deep scratching down his back, and leaving a trail on his back and ribs. just to convey how desperate she was getting. They were both going slow and dragging every bit of it out.

Al's eyes met Sam's, he couldn't wait one moment longer. Without warning her, he slammed home, driving through her snug folds, that tight, scorching-hot tunnel that robbed him of breath. Flames raced through his body, down his spine, roared in his groin and burned like a firestorm in his c**k and balls.

Ila's muffled moan around Sam's c**k as she pushed into him, he needed to move harder. Deeper. To feel that raging storm over and over. He wanted the flames to consume them. His palm came down on her cheeks hard before rubbing the sting away, holding her hips still as he surged into her, driving so hard he was pushing her harder into Sam.

Sam tighten his hold on her head as the three of moved in sync. He was trying so hard not to spill in her throat as Al's movement only pushed her mouth deeper on his c**k.

"You're killing me, plamya. Your mouth is so hot, too good baby. " His voice was so hoarse, a husky, sensual sound. Lightning seemed to fork through her body, and flashes of color played behind her eyes.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter. She felt wild and Claimed, aware of every mark that now married her skin from their possession . She was on fire. Insane with need. Al's c**k was pounding merciless, hammering into her matching the wild fury of her heart.

She tried relaxing her throat to get Sam deeper in her mouth, it was never a easy fit to swallow him whole.

Al was taking her to the stars, climbing there with her and she needed Sam to be their with them. Her body betrayed her, clamping down on Al's, taking him with her, strangling his c**k. She could feel the way the crashing waves rolled through her, so powerful and demanding.

Al kept thrusting into her, deep and hard, working her body. His c**k was thick and each time he thrust into her, the friction was unbelievable perfect.

Her o****m hit them both unexpectedly, sweeping through her without warning, nearly taking years of discipline from him as her body clamped harder, biting like a vise on his shaft, exquisitely painful, burning, scorching, somewhere between heaven and hell.

Sam felt her o****m hit and she would have been screaming out if her lips wasn't stretched around him, taking him impossibly deeper, the warmth of her mouth. Her moans got louder, a soft purring sound, and it vibrates around his aching d**k. Hunger and need consume him almost taking control.

Shaking with blinding pleasure, breath coming in a ragged burst. Watching his c**k slide in and out of her sweet mouth just about finished him. Clenching down eager to hang on.

"f**k, malysh" Al knew just how the other man felt as his own body seemed to swell impossibly, Pure pleasure. Scorching-hot paradise. He changed angles slightly and the burn was back. Growing. Scorching. Spreading like a wildfire out of control.

He tightened his hold on her hip and drove into her over and over, knowing he would never be able to stop his own release when her body took over again.

The flames burned over his skin and roared through his body, bursting through his veins. He could feel the flames lick at his balls, as if a thick magma had found its way in and now was so overheated it had to find a way out. The eruption was going to be violent and nothing short of spectacular.

Ila felt field beyond as Al's his c**k seemed to double in size, pushing at her tender sheath. Insisting she belong to him and then Sam was spilling in her mouth rope after rope of hot seed coated the walls of her throat and she swallowed every drop he feed her, sucking and lick to get very last drop.

Her muscles bit down like a vise on Al, clamped so hard she couldn't breathe or think. She could hear as they swore. The hot splash of his seed coated the walls of her channel, triggering the wild flames sweeping through her body dragging another o****m from her. She felt every jerk and throb of his c**k as he emptied himself into her. Every splash pure fire so that aftershocks rocked her.

Sam pulled his still hard c**k from her mouth and gently pulled the wet strands of her hair away from her body as he worked in freeing her wrists from the restraint. She moaned out and collapsed on the bed as Al pulled out of her p***y.

Sam gazed at Ila's body, captivated by the traces of their passionate possession etched across her skin. His desire still pulsed through him, and it was clear the night was far from over.

"I'll prepare the bath," Sam whispered, stepping away from her, leaving Al to tend to the woman they both cherished. He headed to the bathroom, where he began filling the tub with warm water and an array of soothing products, that will help to caress and ease her weary body.