Chapter 29 Antonio
Istalk around my bedroom, trying to rid myself of this incessant worrying.
Having Jude, I understand now what a dominant should be, and it’s certainly not Allesandro.
Lio…fuck. He’s so young. He doesn’t understand there are other options.
Not truly. And I want him to have those chances—chances I didn’t get. At least, until now.
“Bello?” I startle at my Sir’s voice, and turn to face him.
His suit jacket is unbuttoned and his curly hair is mussed, as if he’s been running his fingers through it.
He looks deliciously rogue. It’s contrary to everything we’d been taught as Martellis, and it makes him so much more real. “Antonio?”
I inhale sharply and drop to my knees, staring at him, begging him with my eyes to understand what I need, because fuck if I know myself. He walks closer and runs his fingers along my cheek, before cupping my chin and tilting it up. There’s silence between us, but it’s restful.
Finally, I take a deep breath and say, “Sir.”
That one word, it’s like a balm to the cracks in my soul, to the deep need that has often been pushed aside.
From the way Jude’s eyes darken, I’m not the only one that needs this connection, and fuck if that doesn’t mean the world to me.
For once, to be on the same level, even if I’m on my knees, it’s almost impossible to believe.
“Stand.” I immediately scramble up, and when he captures my lips with his, I melt into him. It’s soft, not harsh, and yet he fucking owns me with it.
I whimper as he licks the seam of my mouth, opening for him. When his tongue teases mine, goosebumps break out across my skin, and I clutch him tighter. When he finally pulls away, I’m breathing heavily, my mind spinning with want, with desire, with raw fucking need.
“Tell me what happened, Bello.”
Taking a deep breath, I go to move away, but he doesn’t let me.
I shudder from being so close when I bare my soul to him.
“I apologized to Lio. You were right, it wasn’t my place.
But I worry about him. He was a complete innocent, stolen into our world.
I asked him to keep Tennant and Hollis in mind.
Being with you…and with Nario and Nicolo…
taught me the difference between love and ownership.
“Lio deserves love, not the toxic relationship that comes with Allesandro. And if he goes to see him so soon… I don’t want him to give in, to force himself into a box for someone else. I know what it’s like to be free now. How can I not want that for my friend—and Boss?”
“Fuck, Bello. You amaze me.” With quick movements, Jude pushes my jacket off. I hurry to help him, but he brushes my hands away as he starts to unbutton my dress shirt. When he slides it off me, I shudder. The way he stares at me… “Sei così bello, Fiore Mio.”
He leans down, nibbling on my throat, before sucking the sensitive skin at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Throwing my head back, I moan in pleasure, grasping his shoulders tightly, as my blunt fingernails dig into his jacket. Fuck if I care that it’ll lead to wrinkles…
“Damn. That’s hot.” I blink as Jude pulls back, grinning wickedly at me. It takes a moment for me to realize Nario and Nicolo have joined us, and it ratchets up my desire even more. “Is there room for two more?”
Jude doesn’t look back at them as he calls out, “Of course.”
My breath hitches as they come closer and slide their hands over Jude.
Fuck, what a beautiful picture they make.
Their hazel eyes next to his pale green, his dark brown hair to their light.
The study of contrasts… If I was a painter, I could sit there all day trying to capture the magic.
Especially as their sinewy builds practically envelop Jude, stripping clothes from his body as they dance around him.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, as they unwrap the best present possible in front of me. His body may have scars, but they only serve to make him more handsome—more real.
“Bello…I believe you’re wearing too many clothes, as are our precious Shining Stars.
” I swallow hard at his command, and slowly take the rest of my garments off until I’m standing in front of him, naked.
I shiver at the way his eyes roam my body, a hum coming from the back of his throat that makes me flush. “Such a beautiful Boy…”
I tear my gaze away from him, only to watch as Nario and Nicolo undress each other.
Jude grasps my arm, pulling me until I’m in front of him, and we’re both facing my other lovers.
For two who look so alike, they couldn’t be more different in temperament.
Nario’s mischievous grin as he sneaks kisses in, versus Nicolo, who is begging with his eyes for either Jude or I to take charge.
I’m content to let Jude be the one in charge this time.
I get to play with my lovers often. I want to see what Jude will do with all of us…
“Bel Fiore Mio merita un premio e anche le Stelle mie.” I swallow, not knowing what’s to come, but trusting Jude with every fiber of my being.
He holds out his hands for Nario and Nicolo, who readily go to him. He gently brushes a kiss against each of their lips and whispers something in their ears.
I force a growl down, antsy to know what will happen. I must not be successful because he turns toward me, chuckling, before saying, “Patience, Bello.”
Dipping my head toward him, I give a quick, “Yes, Sir.”
I keep my eyes down as I listen to the movement around me, my nerves singing with dual levels of excitement and anxiety. Fingers stroke me as I stand still, waiting for an order.
I can barely differentiate them as they move faster, along my spine, my shoulders, my hips. Every fucking place, except where I want it most. My dick jerks with impatience, clearly not listening to the memo Jude gave it. My hair is grasped and my face is tilted up, so I meet Jude’s beautiful eyes.
“What have I said, Bello? I want you looking at me. Always…”
I inhale sharply at that dark promise, poking at the idea of being able to trust him completely, that he'll be there whenever I need him. I found it with my own submissives, but for once, I may have found it in a dominant just for me. Someone who won’t leave, won’t punish me by casting me off. I shake from the sheer feeling of it.
Jude lets go of my hair and clasps me closer to him, gently shushing me. “I have you. All you have to do is be you, because that’s exactly who I love.”
I barely have a moment to process that before his hands go to my ass, gently squeezing it before pulling my cheeks apart.
My breath stutters as lubed fingers find my hole.
I want to peek and see who it is, but I can’t, not with the way Jude has me boxed in.
I whimper as I roll up onto my toes, begging shamelessly as I thrust my ass out at the same time.
“Mmm…my Shining Stars are being so good,” Jude coos when another finger enters me, and it hits me that he must be directing both Nario and Nicolo to open me.
Fuck. I almost stop breathing, daring not to hope for what I want more than anything, because how would he know?
“Your body talks to me. So do your eyes. Your soul. I don’t need words to hear you, Bello. I have all of you.”
“Did…did I say that aloud?” I blush deeper, worried that he’ll judge me.
“You did,” Nario retorts as he snickers.
“Get my Flower ready.” Jude’s harsh demand speeds up my lovers’ actions and I throw my head back, moaning when they peg my prostate. Jude squeezes my ass harder and I fall forward into him, melting in submission. “There we go…that’s Fiore Mio.”
I whimper when the twins’ fingers leave my ass, but I don’t have long to wait.
Nario whispers in my ear, “Hold steady, Love.”
Grasping Jude hard, I barely have the chance to breathe as Nario enters me. It’s been a while, since I normally top them. When Nicolo edges closer, Jude squeezes my ass, still holding me open. “Relax for our Stars. You’ve got this.”
When Nicolo starts pressing in, I whimper at the pressure. Unable to hold back, I bite Jude’s shoulder. His hiss of pain cools me, but before I can apologize, Nicolo thrusts in all the way. “FUCK!”
“Shh, it’s alright. Nicolo, Nario, give him a moment.
” They pause under Jude’s command, letting me get used to the feel of them being inside me together.
And holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m taking them both.
The sound of their harsh breathing matches mine, and slowly, I begin to relax.
“Alright, move, my Stunning Stars. Move for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” comes in stereo, and it’s only Jude’s hard body that keeps me upright. I’m battered against him, and fuck if I don’t become dizzy from the sensations. My lovers own my ass the way Jude owns my soul, and the heady scent of our commingled sweat has me spinning out of control.
“Fuck, please may I come?” I beg shamelessly as Nicolo and Nario constantly hit my prostate—fuck, I don’t think they’ve even left it since they started. “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“No,” Jude says harshly. “You’ll wait until I’m the one in your ass. Only then will you come.”
Tears roll down my cheeks as I struggle to hold on, especially as Nicolo and Nario speed up. I’m not sure how long it lasts, but when they finally come with a shout, and at the same fucking time, I’m barely able to hold myself up.
“Jesus. Fucking hell,” Nario curses as he slowly withdraws.
The feeling of emptiness crushes me when Nicolo also leaves me, and I can’t stop the sob that breaks loose.
Jude lets me go, but only to nudge me around to where I’m bent over the bed.
I lean on my forearms, spreading my shaky legs.
His rough voice rushes over me. “Shh…Bello, it’s alright. I have you now.”
“Please, Sir. Please,” I whisper, knowing he probably can't hear me, but repeating it as a litany, desperate to orgasm.
Fucking hell, this takes edging to a whole other meaning.
When he finally enters me, I collapse against the bed, scrambling to hold onto something—anything.
Thankfully, Nicolo and Nario are quick to the rescue as they both kneel on the bed, each reaching out to grasp one of my hands.
Their steadying presence is needed because Jude doesn’t go easy.
My hole may have been broken in by Nario and Nicolo, but fuck knows Jude is intent on claiming it for himself.
I shudder against the battering, the overwhelming ferocity of his thrusts, and struggle to breathe through it.
“Come, Bello. Come. Now,” Jude snaps out, and I’m coming before he even finishes the demand. Fuck. I collapse further into the bed, my knees giving way completely as his thrusts become erratic. “Fuck! Yes!”
I manage a tired groan as he tips over the edge.
He falls on top of me, and I can barely murmur a complaint.
I’m too worn out after such a perfect sexathon.
Damn. If Jude wants to join us regularly, maybe I’ll be able to convince Ignacio that I don’t need to spar with him in the gym to keep up my reflexes…
Jude manages to scramble to his feet, and I hiss as he slides out of me.
“Are you alright, Antonio?”
I give Nicolo a weak grin in response to his question. “Yeah, Sweetheart. I’m just dead. Once I regain feeling, it’ll be fine.”
Jude laughs behind me, even as he scoops me up. I yelp at the sudden movement, but he heads towards the ensuite bathroom. He sets me down on the tile, and I stand with a wince. With a knowing look, he asks me, “Was that a good reward?”
“Fuck, yes.” I grin at him, unrepentant and hoping that the soreness lingers, if only so I can remember every moment of this…
Jude turns the water on, and seems to size up the dimensions of the shower.
It’s actually quite large, but enough to fit four people?
That may be a little difficult. Still, he shrugs and pokes his head out of the bathroom, calling for Nario and Nicolo—his Stars.
The fact he’s here with us, that he’s claimed me as his Flower, and my lovers as his Stars, nothing can be better than this.
So if it means we’re a little cozy as we shower, I don’t give a fuck.
Not when he’s here with us. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll sleep with us tonight. I’m not ready to let him go…
“Don’t worry, Bello, I’m staying here tonight.” He taps my forehead and I lean into him. Fuck. I don’t even have the energy to blush. At least, he’s not leaving. That’s what matters. I’ll have all of my loves right next to me, and for once, all will be right in my life.