Chapter 54 #2
“I need to go to her,” Dante says, rising. “I want extra security watching the lobby and access points.”
“Already on it,” Mateo says.
I get up, too.
“You heading off?” Dante asks me.
“Yeah.”
We go out together, neither of us speaking. It takes him until he enters the elevator lobby to realize I’m not going home.
He narrows his eyes at me.
“I’m coming up.”
“The fuck you’re coming up.”
“I’m coming up, and you can’t stop me.”
The elevator arrives with a happy ding, and we both get inside.
A tic thumps in his jaw. He stabs the button for his floor with violent intent and blows out a heavy breath. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks.” I roll my eyes. “Been a bit stressed, you know.”
“You should probably get some rest.”
I snicker. “Not falling for any of your brotherly concerns bullshit. I’m going to your apartment. Where Carmela is. Not a fucking chance I’m keeping my hands to myself.”
“Only thinking of your well-being, little brother.”
“Fuck off, Dante.”
He smiles, and his expression turns calculating. “Do you want to play a game?”
“Game?” I was expecting him to tell me he was worried again, or some other bullshit, so he throws me with his mention of a game… “I’m all fucking ears.”
“When you can’t fuck someone, you become endlessly creative when it comes to edging them… I ordered a toy.”
“Yeah? I’m in so long as I can fuck her at some point. If that makes you uncomfortable, you can pace the lounge or something and come back when I’m done.”
“Did it make you uncomfortable to watch me with her?” he asks.
“No.” There is no hesitation. “It was fucking hot.”
“Good. I have a strong feeling it will be like that for me.”
CARMELA
I feel him slide into the bed behind me, but it only half wakes me. He’s naked and warm. Somewhere between now and when he leaves, he will taunt me within an inch of my life. If he’s feeling magnanimous, which he isn’t always, he will let me come.
I try to forget about it during the day, with limited success, but just the feel of him behind me, his familiar scent, wakes up my libido like a well-trained Pavlov’s dog.
My breath catches when his hand slips under my T-shirt and skims over my right hip. I’m not wearing panties—I mean why bother—and his stillness when he realizes makes me smile.
He rocks me onto my left side and pushes the covers off—I guess we’re getting straight down to it tonight.
Something cold settles between my thighs.
“What is?—”
“Is this you misbehaving?”
I’ve already learned this lesson, so I shut up.
A faint click is followed by cold liquid— lube . Alarm bells begin to go off as he works it inside me with his fingers, seeming to have all night for this simple task. I’m leaving tomorrow. Whatever he’s going to do to me, I will welcome it.
I shiver. It’s really cold. I’m already wet just from his presence; I don’t need any additional lubrication… which brings concerns rising as to where this is going.
“Good girl.”
I draw a ragged breath and then gasp as something thick and also cold lodges in the entrance to my pussy briefly before surging deeply inside.
I bury my face in the pillow to cover my cry at the sudden penetration. He hasn’t been inside me with more than his fingers since day one, and the sensation of fullness kicks off a sweet flutter in my core.
He pulls it out and works it back in slowly.
Am I submissive to let him do this, or does the way I have to fight to keep still mean I’m not?
He stops with it deep inside me and pulls the covers back over me.
I remain still, my heart hammering, as he lies down behind me, sure this is some kind of test, and determined not to react.
When he just stays there, I risk peeking over my shoulder.
It’s dark, but I can only make out his eyes staring back at me, then the flash of his teeth before the thing inside me comes to life.
“What? No!”
He chuckles.
My legs squeeze together around the vibrating intrusion—a shock of pleasure wakes up the sweet nerves the length of my channel. “Dante!”
He catches my hands before I can interfere. “Be a good girl, and I’ll turn it off shortly. Otherwise, I can always turn it up.”
God! Do I want him to turn it off or up?
He decides for me by turning it off.
“Go to sleep.”
“Ugh! As if.”
The shadowy figure standing next to the bed catches the corner of my eye. I squeal, and my pussy clamps tightly over the damn vibrator.
“Fuck, my ears,” Christian mutters. The bed dips as he slips into the bed facing me.
My mind and body are going haywire between two hot naked bodies. Dante chooses that moment to switch the vibrator back on.
It’s too much. My legs twitch.
Dante catches my wrists again.
Christian palms my upper thigh to pin it against my lower one. “Turn it up,” he says gruffly.
“Numh! God!”
“Higher,” Christian says. “I want to get her off.”
“It might not be enough,” Dante says calmly as if he’s not helping Christian to pin me.
“I think it is. Look at her face,” Christian replies.
The climax side-swipes me, and a cry of tormented pleasure escapes my lips. I twitch and thrash as it continues to vibrate. “God! Take it out!”
“No, don’t,” Christian says. “Keep it in. I want to see if she’ll come again.”
Sweat breaks out across my skin. I strain to break their hold. The vibrator is still going, and my body pitches straight for another high.
I want to kill them.
I want to come again more, but I’m convinced it can’t possibly happen this quickly twice, and that I’m doomed to be left hanging.
My answer arrives in the form of a climax so hard that my core cramps around the vibrator… And now I can’t stop, stuck in a weird am I/aren’t I climaxing plane of existence with my heart thumping so wildly in my chest it’s a wonder I don’t expire.
“Once more,” Christian says. “Wait. Put her on her back so I can see her face properly.”
“Please, no.” I don’t sound coherent. The words are more like sobs. I try to resist, but they just tip me onto my back and hold me there.
“Fuck just look at her,” Dante says.
“She’s definitely going to come again,” Christian says. “Look how hard her nipples are, poking through the T-shirt. Poor baby is close.”
I’m convinced I’m still in the throes of the last climax when yet another tears through me. My voice turns hoarse, and all that leaves my lips is a silent scream.
They finally turn it off. I burst into tears, trembling violently. Their hands stroking over my skin feel like liquid flames.
“Such a good girl.”
“G-god! I-I can’t breathe.”
Christian grasps the vibrator and tugs. My pussy has a stranglehold on it, and there is a stretched moment of resistance before it comes free. He immediately pushes his fingers inside me.
“No!” My spine jackknifes.
“Hush, babe. I just need to know how you feel.”
Dante pushes his finger in beside Christian’s. “Fuck, she’s so hot and tight. And fluttering. It’s like she’s coming all the time.”
“I need inside her.” Christian rolls above me, stopping abruptly when Dante plants his palm on his chest. “Move your fucking hand. I need inside her.”
“So do I.”
“Not a problem. It won’t take me long.”
Dante chokes back a dark laugh and moves his hand away.
Christian lines up, strokes deep inside me, and holds still with a groan.
It feels so good: full, hot, pulsing. My hand, finally free, reaches up to cup his face.
He turns to press a kiss against the palm.
The unexpected tenderness brings a catch to my throat.
Then Dante catches my chin, turning me to face him, his mouth on mine, hungry, demanding, stroking the inside with his tongue just as Christian rocks back on his heels, lifts my ass clear off the bed… and pounds into me.
It’s too much. I never want the moment to end. Both of them, here with me in the bed, the two men I love, sharing me, taking their pleasure, and bringing me tenfold.
I’m feverish. The climaxes have pitched me into a kind of heat. The piercing on his cock delivers sweet sin. He grunts, stills, and a hot flood jets against the entrance to my womb, and all the while, Dante devours the last of my sanity with a kiss.
Christian pulls out and drops down on the bed beside me, panting.
Dante lifts his head, rises, and tumbles me onto my hands and knees.
He fills me. I push back to meet every thrust.
I’m alive. More alive than I have ever been in my life. Free. Soaring. For them and only them.
I can’t get enough. Desperation crawls under my skin, adding a wildness to the coupling. I want their scent over me and their cum inside me and my pussy aching where they have been.
No sooner does Dante finish than I crawl over Christian. His cock is already hard and bobbing. Emboldened by the fever within me, I take his cock in my hand and sink down onto it.
“Fuck, babe,” he mutters. His expression is stark, and his eyes hold mine as he cups my breasts and pinches my nipples.
I’ve never done this. Never wanted to, not with the pig . But I like this, being in control, no matter how fleeting it might be, taking my pleasure on my terms.
“Put your hand on my throat.”
Christian smirks.
Dante curses.
“Please.”
He lifts his hand without further hesitation, and his fingers collar my throat.
I groan.
His chuckle has a raw, earthy edge. He likes doing this to me as much as I like it being done.
It’s liberating. When he holds me like this, I can pretend I am free. It centers my awareness on him and only him. My hips rise and fall as I fill myself with him. I add a rotation—damn, that feels good.
“God, she is stunning,” Dante murmurs.
“Damn right, she is,” Christian agrees. His thumb smashes over my clit as I ride him and a starburst explodes behind my eyes.
I’m soaring, my pussy falling into hot, sweet, spasms that radiate out from my core, making me gasp, making my movements turn erratic as I try to eek every last drop of pleasure I can.
The sparking has not yet stopped when he tumbles me onto my back.
“My turn.”
I lose myself and them and the one perfect night.
But as is inevitable, morning arrives.
Christian showers first.