21. Christina
Christina
21
Well. I hated that.
I did ask to go back to college but coming back after a mid-semester break is like parachuting directly into Hell.
The day wasn’t nearly the reprieve I was searching for. All I feel is intense pressure weighing me down.
I slump in my dining room chair and try to fake a smile but my appetite is gone and I’m feeling worn out.
I push the food around my plate instead of eating it.
The only part that I really enjoyed was when Nico, Enzo, and I made things official. They care about me, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I smile to myself.
“How was your first day back?” Albert asks, watching me carefully.
“It was fine,” I say.
It’s not a lie. It was fine, even if the only parts of the day I liked were his sons sticking their tongues down my throat in the cafeteria.
“I’m glad,” Albert says, cutting into his steak and taking a bite of a small piece. “Did you, uh,” he glances over at my mother who nods her head in encouragement to continue, “Connect with all of your professors? Get a plan worked out for continuing your coursework?”
I shrug. “No, but I will by the end of the week.”
Nico’s hand grips my thigh beneath the table.
I jerk back in my chair, pretending to choke on my water when I feel their eyes on me. I set down the glass and cough into my hand.
Enzo pats my back and I nearly double over. My cheeks are burning hot.
“That’s wonderful,” my mother says. She cuts into her meat, the sound grating against the porcelain.
One of the guards moves against the wall, coming over to whisper something in Albert’s ear and then walking away.
He frowns but we continue our meal in silence.
My heart kind of hurts when my mom doesn’t ask any more questions. She just chats with Albert quietly, barely even looking at me.
It feels like she doesn’t care.
Enzo and Nico touch me under the table whenever they can, but when it’s time to go to bed, they go to their room and stay there – leaving me feeling confused.
What the hell?
Sleeping alone after getting used to being sandwiched between them feels weird.
I toss and turn but I can’t manage to fall asleep.
I think about knocking on their door – demanding that they come make me feel better, or at least snuggle with me while I fall asleep, but my insecurities are in full force.
The clock says 2am by the time I give up and drag my ass out of bed. If they won’t come to me, I’ll go to them.
Pillow in hand, with a blanket wrapped around me, I shuffle through our adjoining bathroom and carefully ease their door open.
There’s a lump in the large King-sized bed in the middle and I assume that must be Nico. A full-size lofted bed is in the corner, over a dual desk and there’s another lump there. Enzo.
The room is strangely quiet – not even their snores. I take a step forward and hear a click.
“Don’t move,” a sleepy voice growls.
I freeze.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Christina?”
The lump on the lofted bed shifts and then a soft light illuminates the space. Enzo is sitting up in bed, his gun in his hand – rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He looks down at me with concern and quickly throws his covers back and jumps down, landing on his feet like a cat.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” He says, urgently.
Nico sits up and quickly hurries over to stand before me.
“Angel, tell us – are you okay?” He asks.
I don’t know what to say and I’m feeling a little dumb. Enzo’s hands rest on my shoulders, and he looks me over, clearly making sure I’m unharmed.
“I’m fine, I promise,” I whisper, mortified that my impulsive act has worried them.
“Why did you come in here, Angel?” Nico asks. He rubs his chin with one hand and studies me. Sometimes, when he looks at me like that, it feels like he can see right through me. Now is definitely one of those times.
“I, uh, missed you guys,” I say, lamely.
Enzo’s grip on my shoulders tightens and he snorts. I look up into his eyes sparkling with amusement as he lets out a boisterous laugh.
“Nico,” he chortles, “I think our pretty princess just tried to booty call us.”
Nico laughs as well but he steps forward, invading my space.
“Is that true, Angel?” he asks, stroking my cheek with one finger. “Did we leave you wanting?”
I nod and hug my pillow tighter to my chest. This is embarrassing, but, as I squirm under their stares, I’m already in it.
I need this release and I need them. Desperately.
“It’s late, princess,” Enzo says, looking over at Nico. “We don’t want to make you too tired for your classes tomorrow.”
“Pick.” Nico says. “You can have one of us. The other will watch. Pick.”
I look between them and shift my weight from one foot to the other. I don’t think I can pick. I don’t have favorites; I want them both.
“Nico,” I whisper, finally. He nods and motions towards the bed.
Enzo stops me, pulling my pillow from my grasp before swinging me into his arms.
“The least I can do is carry you to your booty call, my princess,” he teases, lowering his head to capture my lips in a sweet kiss.
It’s exactly the kind of reassuring I needed. Enzo isn’t mad.
“I want her bent over the bed,” Nico orders. Enzo’s long legs eat up the distance between the doorway and the giant bed in the center of the room. He deposits me right on the edge and presses another kiss to my lips.
“You’re going to be a good girl for Nico, aren’t you princess?” He whispers.
I nod and exhale shakily.
Nico appears, his boxers already tented from his impressive length. I gulp. I’ve taken him in my mouth several times, but this will be the first time he actually fucks me.
I’m excited and nervous.
“Strip for us, Angel,” he orders.
Immediately, I pull off the strappy tank top and throw it on the bed and then I slide my sleep shorts down my legs and step out of them. I’m not wearing underwear and both of them are looking at me hungrily.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and rough tonight, Angel,” Nico warns. “Do you think you can be quiet, or do you need to choke on Enzo’s dick while I fuck you?”
I sigh, shakily and then smile at Enzo. “I want to choke on Enzo’s dick even if I can be quiet.”
He groans and kicks off his boxers. “That’s what I like to hear, princess,” he growls.
Nico points to the small bench at the foot of the bed and tosses three pillows over towards it.
“You’re going to bend over that and wait for us,” he orders. I quickly move to comply, positioning myself over the bench so my torso is supported by the stack of pillows, but my ass is hanging off one edge and my head is hanging off the other.
“Hug the bench,” Nico orders. “You do not move your hands or lift them for any reason unless we give you permission, understood?”
I take a deep breath and do what he says. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
He growls and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck, I love it when you are like this,” he growls again, slapping my ass. I swallow my shriek of surprise. The red-hot sting of the slap has already faded into a pleasant warmth, and I wiggle my ass in encouragement.
“When we have more time, my angel – we will definitely revisit spanking,” Nico promises.
“Spread your legs wider for me.”
He taps my inner thighs with his hand and I carefully widen my stance. His fingers swipe through my folds roughly, cursing when he feels how wet I am.
“Hold on,” he orders.
Enzo wraps his hand in my hair and lifts my head while I clutch the bench. His tip slides into my waiting mouth at almost the same moment that Nico thrusts into me in one single, powerful movement.
It jolts me forward, choking me on Enzo’s dick. My eyes immediately water but Enzo holds me steady and whispers soothing things to me.
Nico sets a brutal pace, slamming into me over and over again as his fingers dig into my thighs. I rock with him – pliant in his hands as I try to focus. Enzo’s pace is gentler, but his grip on my hair is firm.
The only sound in the room is the slap of Nico’s thighs against my ass and the slight gag in the back of my throat.
“You’re taking us so well, Angel,” Nico praises, “Your pussy and your mouth were made for us.”
I flush scarlet from his words and shift my hips, rubbing against the pillow as Nico rides me.
My pleasure is rising, faster and faster, and I’m aching to let go.
His fingers dig into my hip, and I know I’m going to have bruises but I don’t care – I want everything they have to give me and more.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Enzo mutters, fucking my face faster as he chases his own climax.
I try to relax my throat and breathe through my nose, and he comes with a grunt, his release spilling down my throat as he holds my head tight.
“Goddamn, princess,” he groans, finally releasing me. He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You’re a goddess,” he whispers.
Nico slaps my ass again and I moan, letting myself fall deeper into the pillows.
“I’m so fucking close,” I groan. Enzo reaches under the pillows and tweaks my nipples, sending another jolt of arousal directly to my clit.
I moan and Nico fucks me even harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises, driving into me. “Come for us,”
With one hand playing with my nipple and the other wrapped in my hair, Enzo captures my lips for a fierce kiss while Nico slaps my ass one more time. It sends me over the edge and I detonate, screaming my orgasm into Enzo’s mouth as I fall apart.
Nico comes immediately after me, emptying himself into me.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, collapsing onto my pile of pillows. The aftershocks are still running through me and I twitch in place.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed, princess,” Enzo says, gently lifting me off the bench.
I lean my head against his warm chest and let my eyes flutter shut as he carefully cleans me off and then tucks me into Nico’s bed.
“Sleep well, love,” he says, kissing me on the forehead.
Nico slips into bed beside me, pulling me into his embrace. I float off to dreamland in his arms.