Blaze & Bind: A MFM Firefighter Romance (Surrender to Them Book 10)

by Kelli Callahan

  “Still so fucking tight.” Gerard’s head went back, and he gasped. “It feels so damn good.”

  Gerard started to give me a few gentle thrusts. I could feel him going in—inch by inch. His hips lifted and fell, each thrust giving me another glorious inch of what I craved. It was starting to feel good again, even if he wasn’t all of the way inside me. I felt him begin to thrust a little harder—just one at first, followed by a few more gentle ones—then another hard one. He wasn’t trying to go deeper yet; he was just enjoying the part that was already stretched around his girth. The harder thrusts did hurt slightly, but the pleasure that followed when he started to pull back and drive himself in again drowned that out. I had pushed away from Liam’s smoldering lips to gasp, but he immediately kissed me again. The kiss got more ferocious, and I felt one of his hands moving down my abdomen. He went lower—until he was against my clit. His finger started to massage my sensitive bundle of nerves gently. That felt really good and made my pussy tingle. I felt my muscles clenching on Gerard’s cock, and he let out a loud gasp when he tried to pull back for another thrust.

  “Keep doing that, Liam. Holy shit.” Gerard grunted and pushed against my pussy as Liam’s finger made it lightly spasm. “It feels like she’s orgasming, and I haven’t even made her come with my dick yet.”

  I could feel Gerard’s cock throbbing as my pussy reacted to Liam’s touch. It was a lot more intense than having their tongues—and even better than just having Gerard thrust into me. The penetration combined with the sensation of having my clit stimulated. Liam’s finger moved faster the pleasure was heightened. I was forced to pull away from the kiss just to catch my breath—it felt so good I was struggling to breathe. Liam was right back on my lips as soon as I managed to stop my head from spinning due to oxygen deprivation. Gerard’s thrusts started to get faster. I felt surges of pleasure ripping through my body each time he went deep inside my pussy. He kept half of his cock inside me for several seconds and then just delivered hard thrusts without going deeper. They were feeling so good that I needed to pull away from the kiss to scream, but I couldn’t, so I was forced to scream into Liam’s lips as they seared to mine. I was nearly at the point of an orgasmic explosion when Gerard went deeper. He was like an uncaged animal with his thrusts, making me want to beg for more, but my lips were being crushed by Liam. Luckily, I didn’t have to beg. Gerard went deeper—thrusting harder—making my whole body fill with pleasure. I knew he was about to be against my g-spot before it happened, but that didn’t make it any less intense. I was forced to push Liam away and squeal.

  “Oh my god! Yes!” My body rolled forward, and my squeal turned into a scream. “That’s it—that’s my g-spot.”

  “I know—glad to see you haven’t forgotten how good that feels.” Gerard grinned. “And I remember how good it feels to make you squirm while I pound the fuck out of it.”

  “God yes…” I nodded quickly.

  “But the best part about having two of us is that as soon as he’s done…” Liam leaned against my ear and growled. “I’m going be inside you, doing the exact same thing—fucking you as hard as I possibly can.”

  The thought of that drove my thoughts into a tailspin and made me crave it immediately. I was consumed by those thoughts—having them taking turns—being able to enjoy the passion without fear of what would happen when it was done. The lust keeps me suspended in a world where all of my other problems didn’t matter. Robert Townsend didn’t matter—we could figure that out later. We could figure us out then. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, and I had Gerard’s thrusts to make sure I did. Gerard’s thrusts to make me forget how painful the memories of them once were. Liam to catch me if I fell or doubted—hot, beautiful, Liam. My wet dream before I ever had one in my panties. It was finally mine. All of it was mine. Gerard hammered my g-spot until every inch of his cock was inside me. It was such a fantastic feeling of bliss, especially with Liam’s finger moving on my clit. The pressure inside of me built fast—faster than it. It was chaotic and glorious at the same time. Gerard’s thrusts bounced me against the mattress. He was fucking me so hard that I was afraid he would leave marks—but would I even care? I just wanted the closeness I craved—that was enough for the moment. I let the pleasure consume me—the euphoria was mine to enjoy—and I was about to come.

  “Oh god!” My head rolled back against my mattress, and my muscles began to seize.

  “She’s going to come—this is the part where she begs me to fuck her harder.” Gerard leaned forward. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Harder…” I purred into his ear and squealed. “Fuck me harder!”

  “With pleasure.” He leaned back and chuckled.

  Thrusts like thunder. A crash like lightning electrifying my soul. A blazing inferno inside of me burning out of control. Each thrust hammered my g-spot with so much majesty that I felt like my body couldn’t take any more—yet it could. The orgasm was there, but it wasn’t going to be the only one. I felt my pussy spasm on Gerard’s enormous cock. The pressure released, and he throbbed against my g-spot. I came hard. I came so hard that it looked like the ceiling was ripped off, and I was staring at the stars overhead—but those stars were just in my head. Bliss surged through veins. The instant the orgasm teased the height of my desires, and I wanted more. Gerard knew that—he was the only man who truly knew how to make my body shake. He drove himself into me—over and over. My mouth opened wide and I screamed. The scream was yanked from deep within my soul, and the shaking got even more intense. His hips moved so fast that it felt like one continuous thrust, each one more beautifully violent than the one before it. He was about to release his seed inside me. I could see it in his eyes—feeling it in the way his cock pulsated.

  “God damn—yes—fuck yes. I’m gonna come!” Gerard’s head slumped forward, and I felt his grip tighten on my hips.

  Gerard’s throbs and pulsations drove me over the edge again. The orgasm was magical and made me want to scream his name—so I did. I begged him for more. Begged him to fill me with his seed. Each throb made my g-spot scream, and the orgasms blended together as they went off like a chain reaction of ultimate euphoria. The condom was full of his lust, and he was still going—the thrusts got more erratic. He kept going until the last orgasmic spasm within me milked his cock, and then I felt him start to slow down. I felt a heavenly afterglow sweep over my body. He began to lift up and then he was gone. Even with that afterglow, and pure satisfaction lingering within me, I wasn’t ready to be done. There was a new craving—a new ache. I wanted more. I wanted to see that same look of bliss in Liam’s eyes. I looked over at him and saw him nod in mutual understanding as he pulled his finger away from my clit. He slid to the bottom of the bed and took Gerard’s place between my thighs. Gerard leaned forward and kissed me before dropping down on the mattress beside me.

  “This is mine now.” Liam pushed his finger against my pussy. “It’s going to be mine as long as I want it—and I’m not the kind of man that let’s go of something very easily.”

  “Then take it.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “Show me what you do with something that belongs to you.”

  Liam pulled his finger away, unrolled a condom on his length, and started to enter me. I felt him filling my pussy with his girth, and then he went deeper. He started to thrust after several inches were inside me and drove more of his length with each generous thrust. It was easier for him—and he wasn’t as gentle. I never expected Liam to be the type that was rough, but it was exactly what I needed. I didn’t need him to make love to me—I needed to be fucked—hard. I had erupted in bliss so many times that it was going to be a long journey back to paradise. Liam dug his fingers into my thighs and pushed my legs as far apart as they would go. He went as deep as he could until his balls were pressed against my flesh. Then the real thrusts came—thrusts so hard that they made the headboard slammed into the wall—thrusts so hard that the bed frame bent underneath his ferocity. He locked both of his hands around my hips
and held me in place as the fury of his desires began to reignite the fire inside me. I loved the way it felt to be crushed beneath his weight—to be hammered into the mattress.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He gasped, and his head flew back, causing his glorious mane to cover part of his face. “Fucking amazing.”

  “So do you—oh god—you’re going so deep!” A squeal rushed from my throat.

  I thought my journey back to paradise would be a long one, but I was mistaken. Liam’s thrusts were powerful—and my pussy was so sensitive after having multiple orgasms that I felt the pressure building quickly. It wasn’t going to be a gentle one either. My muscles were sore from being constricted, and they protested when Liam’s rhythmic thrusts made them quiver. There was no way for me to stop the orgasm that was coming—so it just erupted within me. It seized my thoughts, controlled my body, and left me speechless except for my moans. I felt Liam’s cock throb, but he didn’t come. He just kept slamming his entire length into my pussy while it spasmed. My g-spot felt like it couldn’t take another thrust, but my body still had more to give—and Liam wasn’t slowing down. He forced another orgasm—then another. I felt like I was no longer floating on the cloud like I was in my dreams—I was the cloud. I was pure sexual energy bent and controlled by Liam. Each time he wanted me to come, he made it happen with the right thrusts—the right intensity—the right speed.

  “Are you ready to make me come?” His head lowered and saw his eyes filled with need.

  “Yes.” I nodded quickly, finally feeling words form on my lips.

  “Then don’t stop coming.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck, making his way up to my ear. “I want to feel you come so many times your body shuts down on you—then it will belong to me.”

  “It already does…” I purred and whimpered.

  “Not yet.” He growled into my ear. “But it will.”

  I lost complete control. All I could do was take Liam’s thrusts and come—over and over. It was an endless cycle that I couldn’t stop. Each one begged for Liam’s seed, but all I got were more of his thrusts. I finally felt him throb—a pulsation. He was almost there. He grunted and growled in my ear like a beast—it would have probably been enough to make me come if the orgasms that destroyed me didn't wreck my whole body. His head went back, and he roared—he was there. My hot, beautiful, Liam was erupting inside me. The condom ballooned so much that I was afraid it would break as his lust was unleashed. He lifted up, and I saw the satisfaction on his face—one that I put there. I was beyond exhausted—beyond weary. It was still early morning, but I felt like I could sleep the entire day away. Liam pulled his cock free and dropped down on the others side of me. The two gorgeous firefighters pulled me into their embrace. I definitely wasn’t moving—not for a long time. I just lay there in my own bliss—a pool of my lust—and hoped that neither of them let me go.

  Now I have to do one thing I never thought I could do. I have to put faith in Gerard and believe that what he said in the height of passion was the truth—because the last time he said it, was a lie.

  I was exhausted and ready to fall asleep, but even with my eyes closed, sleep didn’t immediately come. My thoughts were spinning, and my heart was racing, my pulse was pounding. The adrenaline in my veins felt like it had become permanent. It was a lot easier for the two men beside me. They seemed to drift away to sleep within minutes. I stared at the ceiling and thought about everything that was going on around us—Robert Townsend, Billy’s betrayal—all of the things that I was able to push from my mind when euphoria owned my soul. Once the fear passed, the worry swept in like a breeze gently blowing away the peace that would be required for sleep. I thought about Gerard and what happened before—it was a moment similar to the one I was in. I believed we had just started something beautiful, but it was soured by the silence that I met on the other side of nirvana. I needed to let go of that—I thought I had. It was just suppressed by lust.

  I need to sleep. My mind is screwing with me—all of the endorphins are mixing with adrenaline.

  I finally found the solace of sleep. I recognized the haze of my dream, and I looked around to see the two of them, but they weren’t there. I was alone. I wandered through the haze being vaguely aware that I was in a dream, and it was filled with loneliness—loneliness I recognized from the days when I accepted the fact my phone wasn’t going to ring. I didn’t like that feeling. I started to run—as fast as I could. In some corner of my mind, that’s what I knew I had to do. I wasn’t running across distance, I was running across time. Time was what separated me from Gerard. Two years. They passed in an instant, and the loneliness got worse. I sank to my knees in the haze. I had learned to be lonely. I could endure it—but I didn’t have to. A hand reached out. It was Gerard. He pulled me from the haze and into his arms. Then Liam was there too, holding me tight along with Gerard. They begged me to trust them—and I wanted to. Were my thoughts permitting me to be happy?

  I’ll do it. I’ll trust them both—because I have to—because I want to—because I can’t push against something when I want it as much as I want them.

  13

  Gerard

  Later that day

  “We certainly wore her out.” I looked over at Liam who was starting to sit up in the bed.

  “Shit, she wore me out.” Liam blinked and focused his eyes on me. “Wait, did you not sleep—you’re dressed? What time is it?”

  “I slept for a little while.” I nodded and started to stand. “I need to head out for a little bit.”

  “Where are you going?” Liam tilted his head to the side.

  “Nowhere important, just some stuff I need to take care of.” I walked towards the door.

  “Okay. Want to wake up Rachel so you can at least tell her you’re leaving?” Liam looked down at the beautiful sleeping angel on the bed between us.

  “No, let her sleep.” I shook my head back and forth.

  I don’t know if I could look into her eyes and lie to her—not again—not after last time.

  I was definitely going somewhere important, and it was somewhere hazardous. I was going to see Robert Townsend again. I was going to accept his offer, the one I got the last time I visited his club. I didn’t tell Liam the truth about my visit. I told him that Robert Townsend wouldn’t see me, and I was only able to speak with one of the guys who ran his club. That was a lie. I told him that the only option we had was to repay the debt on Billy’s behalf. That was a lie. I was an excellent liar—too good—and I felt terrible when the words came out of my mouth, but it was the only way. If Liam knew the truth, he would stop me—I should have stopped myself, but I just couldn’t. I did my best to try and find a way to raise the money my own way so that I didn’t have to do what I was about to do, but we were out of options and out of time. The part I left out when I first told Liam the truth was that Robert Townsend gave me a timetable, and when the clock struck midnight, he was coming—coming for the only thing I cared about. He was coming for Rachel. I wasn’t going to let anything pull us apart again.

  A few days ago

  “Excuse me; nobody comes into this club unless they’re invited.” The man standing at the door of Robert Townsend’s club took a step forward and put his hand underneath his jacket—obviously letting me know he had a gun.

  “I need to talk to Mr. Townsend.” I held up my hands to show that I wasn’t trying to be aggressive in any way. “My friend owes him some money, and I need to try and work something out.”

  “The way you friend works it out is by paying what he owes.” The man’s eyes narrowed.

  “Lay off him, Stevie.” A voice from behind startled me, but I recognized it immediately. “He’s harmless.”

  “I didn’t get your name before.” I turned to face the man who approached us outside of our apartment earlier.

  “It’s Solomon.” He came to a stop a few feet from me. “I didn’t expect you to pay me a visit; I thought that pleasure would be mine—especially since the next one
wasn’t going to be friendly.”

  “I’m not here to see you. I’m here to see Mr. Townsend.” I exhaled sharply. “Billy Lawson left town. There’s gotta be something we can do here—some way to work this out.”

  “Let me talk to Mr. Townsend. Stay here.” Solomon walked up and clipped me with his shoulder on the way into the club.

  I stared at the door of the club for several minutes before it opened, and Solomon motioned for me to follow him inside. The club was pretty dark, save for a few lights. I saw girls dancing, most of them topless, and guys sitting around watching. I had been inside a few strip clubs and plenty of bars to recognize that Robert Townsend’s club was different. It smelled like money—looked like it too. The guys watching the dancers were wearing expensive suits, some of them were smoking cigars that were definitely imported from somewhere sitting under an embargo. The liquor behind the bar would have been top shelf anywhere else—all of it. I didn’t even recognize the stuff they had on their top shelf, but it looked like something I would never be able to afford in my lifetime. Solomon led me down a hallway, and when he opened the door at the end, I saw the legend himself—Robert Townsend.