Hearts on Fire 5: Loving Frankie(29)

“You like that?”

She shook her head.

“You don’t like that?” he asked.

“Why not?” Nate asked her.

“You’re teasing me.”

Rye felt his chest tighten and his cock harden even more.

“What is it you want, baby? Tell me?”

“You.”

He shook his head.

“Say it. Tell me what you need right now. Don’t be shy.”

“Rye please.”

Nate pinched her nipple. “Tell him you want his cock. Tell him you need him to fuck your pussy and then your ass right now.”

She swallowed hard. “Jesus, you guys are crazy.”

“Say it,” Nate and Rye told her at the same time.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me right now, Rye. Right now.” Her face turned red before she shyly looked toward Nate.

“That’s my girl. Now you get rewarded.”

Rye aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly pushed into her wet cunt. Frankie moaned and thrust downward, and Rye couldn’t go slow. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of her pussy. He loved the soft moans she made, the scent of soap, their soap, and the feel of her soft, toned skin. Her breasts bobbed and swayed with every stroke of his cock into her pussy. Nate suckled and pulled on her nipple, arousing her, making her counter Rye’s thrusts.

“Oh God yes, yes.” She screamed her first release.

Rye thrust over and over again, but he didn’t want to come in her cunt. He felt so primal and in need to possess her.

He ran his finger down underneath her to her ass. He felt her cream. She was sopping wet. He found her anus and rubbed her honey back and forth over the spot.

“Oh, Rye. Please, Rye, stop teasing me. I can’t take it.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

She moaned and thrust. She spread her thighs wider and pressed her ass down against his finger.

He breached her ass with his digit and she cried out.

“More. More.”

He thrust his cock into her pussy then pulled his finger from her ass and massaged her ass cheeks.

“Rye,” she reprimanded.

“What, baby? What is it?” he asked her, teasing her.

“I think she wants to get fucked in the ass,” Nate said as he tortured her breasts.

“Yes. Yes,” she said.

“You need to ask for a cock in your ass, baby.”

“I want you to,” she said softly, making him nearly lose his mind with desire for her.

He rubbed her clit as he moved his cock slowly in and out of her cunt.

“Your pussy feels so good though.”

“I want your cock in my ass, Rye. I want you everywhere.”

He slowly pulled out and then thrust back in. Frankie moaned another release as cream dripped from her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and used it to coat her anus with her own juices.

She lifted her thighs.

“No, no, no. You keep them spread. I’ve got plans for this pretty pink pussy of yours, baby,” Nate told her as he played with her pussy and stroked a finger into her. He eased his finger out and drew circles on her pussy lips.

“Oh God, I can’t take that.”

“You will take that,” Rye said then aligned his cock with her anus and slowly pushed into her ass.

“Oh, Rye!” She moaned.

Nate leaned down and licked across her breasts as he played with her pussy. Rye began to stroke into her ass then rubbed her thighs while spreading them wider.

She was completely open to them, and Rye felt as though he was on fire. He watched every stroke as his cock appeared then disappeared into her ass. Her pussy lips swelled, and Nate would lean over and lick, tug, then nibble her clit, making Frankie moan and scream their names.

She started to lift her hips. “More, Nate. More. I feel something. Oh God, I feel something.”

She carried on, and Nate rubbed her clit as Rye fucked her in the ass. She shocked them when she pushed Nate aside and pressed her own fingers to her cunt. She countered Rye’s thrusts then pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Holy fucking shit,” Nate said aloud, watching her. He latched onto her breast and sucked and pulled her breast. Nate shoved his pants down, and Rye lost his focus and control. He rocked into her three more times and came.

Frankie moaned. “Oh God, I’m right there. Right there.”

“Move, Rye. I’ll finish her off. She’s so fucking hot. Goddamn, she’s made for all of us,” Nate said.

Rye pulled out of her ass and moved to the side. Nate pulled her lower, lifted her up, and kissed her deeply. When he released her lips, she moaned.

“I need, Nate.”

“I know what you need.” He put her down, turned her around, and bent her over the table.

He thrust a finger into her pussy, and she moaned and rocked her hips.

“You need that tight, aroused pussy fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, Nate.”

Smack.

“Oh!” she cried out as he spanked her ass.

“You’re a naughty little thing. Being so dirty with Rye and telling him you need more.”

Smack.

“Yes. Yes.” She shook, and Nate pulled his fingers from her pussy, aligned his cock with it, and thrust into her cunt.

Frankie screamed out and gripped the table.

“Yes, Nate.”

“Mine. You’re all mine now.” He thrust faster and faster.

Rye watched as Frankie moaned louder. Her eyes closed, and she screamed out an incredible orgasm. Nate followed, grunting and thrusting into her pussy then shaking as he froze and released his seed up into her cunt.

Nate wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight as he cupped both breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful and perfect. All ours, Francesca. All ours.”

He kissed her neck and then slowly pulled from her pussy.

Rye lifted her up and sat down in the chair with her on his lap. She hugged his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. She looked so sexy. Her large breasts pressed against his chest and forearm as he kissed her temple, her forehead, and then her nose.

“I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”

Nate squeezed her ass and thigh, making her gasp.

“Me either, gorgeous.” Nate leaned down and kissed her.

Then Nate’s phone started ringing.



* * * *



Buddy and Jake had just finished up at the state police forensics facility when Nate phoned that Engine 19 had been involved in a serious fire on Beach Road. Mike had sustained possible broken ribs and had been taken to the hospital. They would head there next.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly the forensics information and helpful evidence I was hoping for, Buddy,” Jake said as he sat back in the unmarked police car as Buddy drove out of the parking lot.

“Yeah, well, we should have figured Sal Baletti wouldn’t leave a fucking fingerprint or even a hair follicle behind. These men are good at what they do.”

“Could we at least bring Sal in on the simple fact he was the last person seen with Gloria? Perhaps we can shake him up a little. You know, let him know that we’re not buying his bullshit.”

“I think that would be fine, Jake, but we need to be careful. When we do prove that he had something to do with Gloria’s death, even if not solely himself, then we don’t want anything stopping us in court from succeeding in locking him up.”

“What about that other thing we discussed? Detective Bryce Moore?” Jake asked.

Buddy exhaled. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the guy and how he wasn’t up front with Turbo and myself.”

“He’s never given any problems. He has a clean file from what I recall,” Jake said.

“Do you recall where he moved from?” Buddy asked.

Jake squinted at him. “No.”

“Chicago.”

Jake looked just as shocked as Buddy felt when he’d looked that up this morning.

“Coincidence?” Jake asked, sounding totally unsure about even saying that out loud.

“I’m not big on coincidences, but we have to assume it isn’t coincidence. It wouldn’t hurt to look a little deeper.”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Jake looked out the window.

“Maybe look back at some phone records?” Buddy added.

Jake turned back to look at him.

“You think that’s necessary? You really want to open this can of worms and risk hearing from union   officials about protocol and right to privacy?”

“If this son of bitch is involved, the last thing he’ll try to pull would be going to the union  . These Balettis are bad news. If he has ties to them, or anyone else affiliated with their criminal activities, then he’s going down, too.”

“I agree. Let’s do this.”



* * * *



Frankie’s heart was pounding. She was surprised by her reaction to learning that Mike had been hurt in a fire. The tears emerged immediately, and then Nate explained that Turbo said no burns or anything major, just maybe broken ribs.

She tried to calm her breathing as she quickly got dressed in her skirt from the other night and one of Rye’s T-shirts, which would have to do. She tied the long shirt to the side on her hip in a knot. Not exactly fashionable but it did the job.

During the entire ride over to the ER with Nate and Rye, her mind began to jump from one thought to the next. She was shocked as she gripped Rye’s hand and held on to Nate’s thigh as he drove. She needed the comfort of their bodies because the shock had made her think of her brother, her father, and Oscar. She didn’t want to go through another one of those funerals. She didn’t want to hear the bagpipes, hear the gun salute, look on to a sea of blue uniforms and know that she’d lost a part of her and wonder if the pain would ever ease.