Hot Gear Novels & Stories

"Smokeless. Odorless. The Tundra scouts won't see a thermal bloom on their sensors if I keep the pitch low." "Where the f**k did a hospital pharmacist get tactical-grade heat-gel?" Richard asked. He leaned toward the blue glow, his hands out. The trembling slowed, but the grey tint around his mouth remained. "That’s black-market tech. Spec-ops stuff." "I told you. I wasn't at a hospital for five years." Joshua reached into his bag and pulled out a thin, crinkled sheet of silver-and-gold foil. He walked to Richard and threw it at his face. "Put that on. It’s a thermal medical blanket. It’ll trap ninety percent of your body heat."

She tasted the whiskey on his tongue, sharp and inviting, as it slipped past her lips, coaxing a soft sigh from her depths. The world narrowed to the points of contact: his free hand finding her waist, pulling her closer until she straddled his lap, the polo hiking up to bare more of her thighs against the rough denim of his jeans. Heat radiated from him, seeping through the fabric, igniting her core. Liora's hands roamed his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath, while his palms skimmed her sides, thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts through the thin shirt. The kiss grew hungrier, tongues dancing in a rhythm that mirrored the quickening beat of her heart, breaths mingling i

The guard blew, his inner, mechanical core was for an eyelash impact unprotected. I kicked off the ground, ran forward and rammed the lever bar with the Thermit load deep into the exposed mechanics of the robot. I activated the igniter with the thumb. “Kael, get away!” I called. Kael threw himself back into the corridor when the thermit layer detonated. The white-glowing heat of more than two thousand degrees in the fraction of a second through the cryogenic ice. The thermal shock wave was so powerful that the guard

He found her G-spot with every thrust, his thumb reaching down to circle her throbbing clit with a firm, relentless pressure. Outside, the first major explosion of the fireworks shook the windows. A burst of brilliant red and white light flooded the room, illuminating them in a strobe-like flash. The rhythm increased. Mateo’s gentleness was slowly being consumed by his hunger. His thrusts became deeper, harder, the wet, slapping sound of his skin against hers lost in the thunder of the fireworks. Ariana was lost in a storm of sensation—the friction, the stretch, the sheer, overwhelming reality of being claimed by the man who had occupied her dreams and nightmares.

“He really did that!” Gia cried, hurrying over to snatch her phone from the center table in her living room. Checking out the tenants' chat group, she saw photos of her last night's outfit pinned on the chat. Crazy comments from co-tenants read, *Shameless* *We can’t have our kids and this sex toy live under the same roof* *Kick her out!* The caption on her photo read *Indecent Dress Code Violated By Gia Anderson Again*

Just then, a message from Sophie popped up. [Honey, tons of private videos from hotels and clubs have leaked online after the holiday season! So scary! Luckily, we didn't do anything risky… but still, I can't help but worry.] She attached a censored video as an example. I opened it out of curiosity. Although the video was blurry and the sound was altered, one short clip struck me. The people in it looked just like Tessa and me! "Damn it! What's going on?" I gripped my phone, barely containing my rage. I called Tessa immediately, demanding, "Where did you post our video?"

She raised her hands, and a strong, visible wave of pure golden heat energy came out of her palms. The heat was so great that the rain about her instantly boiled away to a dense, blinding cloud of steam. The heat blast impacted straight in the chest of the trackers, melting their weapons and sending their hefty bodies fifty feet across the tarmac, where they slammed into a fuel tanker with an exploding boom.

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”

Not wanting her to be sore badly, I decided to cum quickly by increasing my fast. “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Yeah ... .baby… ooooh…my pussy is so hot right now, I can feel it hotness, Chester!” Ohhhh! Chester! She moans loudly while my seeds keep bubbling up and until I was about to explode. Quickly I pulled out from her and let it flow with the running water. Immediately, she sat down on the floor, with her legs wide open for the cold running water to cool her swollen and sore pussy.

His touch was firm yet gentle, his lips warm against hers. Victor’s hands began to explore, tracing the curve of her back and the line of her hip. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending shivers in her body. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building with every passing second. For a moment, the rest of the world fades away. There were no rival gangs, no threats, no power struggles…. just the two of them, lost in a moment of unexpected touch. But the moment broke as the sound of a gunshot echoed in the distance.