Chapter 39 #2
He teases his own fingers over my calf, lifting the cuff of the sweatpants to caress me skin to skin. Byron watches with a smolder in his dark gaze before lowering his head to press his lips to the crook of my neck.
My whole body floods with an intoxicating heat that sweeps every other thought away. My eyelids dip low as I float in the pleasure of it, ignoring the knot of need forming between my legs.
There’s no need to rush anything. I want to savor every moment with these men.
Asher fully cups my breast, and I arch instinctively into his touch. He exhales raggedly.
Then he yanks himself away.
He balls his hands on his lap, his eyes ablaze and his voice thick. “I don’t think I should keep going, not when we don’t want to wake up my glim unprepared. It’ll be too easy to get carried away.”
My body pangs at the loss of contact, but the conflict in his admission overwhelms any regret.
I smile at him. “We’ll have lots of time.”
And we really will, in this new reality I was dragged into.
Cole comes around the side of the sofa with a clearing of his throat. He taps Asher’s shoulder. “I think it might be best if we head home now. Give the rest of our union some space for the rest of the night.”
My face flares even hotter at his insinuation, but there’s no judgment in the words. I can’t imagine how hard it would be for him to hold himself back if he had to keep watching the other men with me.
“You don’t have to—we can go back to just enjoying the movie,” I feel the need to say.
Cole’s smile is wry. “I think you need this too, from the matches who can offer it. No hard feelings. Make the most of the suite. Just ensure you’re out before check-out time tomorrow morning.”
They slip out, leaving me with the two men who are already my lovers.
Salvatore chuckles and kisses my knee. “I like the professor more already. We do need to take care of all our match’s needs.”
As he pushes himself up to sit in the spot Asher vacated, Byron eyes the mafia heir warily. “You want… to do this together?”
A note of uncertainty winds through his usually confident tone.
Salvatore must pick up on it too, but he keeps his own voice mild. “What’s the point in a union with multiple matches if we don’t have fun together?” He cocks his head. “I bet you enjoyed your old matches at the same time plenty, hmm, a chroí?”
At this point, my cheeks may as well scorch right off. “Sometimes.”
“There you go.” He looks at Byron again. “You don’t really know what you’re doing for once, huh? Not up on getting down?”
Byron glares at him. “I waited for my match.”
My pulse stutters with the fear that this is going to turn into a clash rather than a collaboration, but Salvatore only looks taken aback for a second before he laughs.
“I’m only for my match now, and I picked up a few tricks to make sure she’s totally satisfied.
So we both bring something to the table.
Don’t worry, I’ll coach you if you need it. ”
Byron is still grimacing, but when his gaze returns to me, his expression softens. “What would you like, Precious?”
My heart flutters at the nickname. “What you both were already doing was very nice.”
“I think we can do better than nice,” Salvatore mutters, but Byron is already leaning in to resume kissing my neck.
As he charts a delightfully scorching path from the corner of my jaw to the crook of my shoulder, Salvatore claims my mouth. The combined heat of their kisses sends a tremor of bliss straight through me.
Salvatore traces his fingers across my waist and then grips the hem of my sweatshirt. Byron eases back so they can tug it over my head together.
The mafia heir’s eyes glint when he takes in my bra-less chest in only the thin undershirt. “So fucking gorgeous. And so many ways we can make you feel good.”
When he reaches for the bottom of the undershirt, a jolt of fear streaks through the pleasure of the moment.
I stop his hand. “I—I’d still rather leave this on. I don’t want to think about you seeing the scars while we’re doing this.”
Salvatore’s eyes darken. “I don’t mind them one bit, Elodie.”
Byron squeezes my hand. “They show how much you’ve survived to make it to us.”
I offer an apologetic smile. “I know. But I mind, for now at least. I just don’t want that thought in my head when I should only be thinking about how good I’m feeling.”
It’s the same sort of excuse I used with the other Salvatore in my old reality, although then I had to pretend I was insecure about how my body looked overall rather than admitting to some of the scars. My appeal still strikes the right note.
He kisses my temple. “We definitely can’t have you distracted from that.”
I slide my hand over the expansive muscles of his chest, enjoying his rumble of appreciation. “And shouldn’t I be getting a view too?”
He laughs. “Whatever you want, mia amata.”
As Salvatore strips off the dress shirt he wore to the social, Byron unbuttons his own, unwilling to be outdone. All at once, I’m surrounded by glorious pecs and six-packs.
I loop my arm around Byron’s neck and draw his mouth to mine. As he kisses me eagerly, Salvatore takes over where Asher left off, swiveling his hands over my breasts through the undershirt.
With each motion, more pleasure sparks through my chest—and shoots down to my sex. I whimper against Byron’s lips, my legs pressing together against the building pressure. He trails his hand down my side to my thigh.
The moment he curls his fingers between my legs, a shiver of need wracks my body. I rock into his touch.
“Still too much clothes on,” Salvatore declares. He drags the waistband of my pants down and bows his head to lap at my nipple through my undershirt while Byron finishes stripping them off.
Byron kisses me again, his breath gone shaky as he strokes me through my already soaked panties.
“I love touching you,” he murmurs. “Love seeing you respond. You’re incredible, Elodie.”
As his adoring words tingle into me alongside the ache of desire, a smirk crosses Salvatore’s lips. He motions to my lap. “Have you tried tasting her yet? That’s just as good as touching.”
A starker lust darkens Byron’s gaze. He catches my eyes, and my legs spread automatically at the thought.
Salvatore’s smirk widens. “That’s an invitation if I ever saw one. If you’re not going to take it—”
Byron lets out a curt huff and drops to his knees on the floor. He grips my panties, and I wriggle my hips to help him peel them off.
Salvatore watches avidly, maybe looking for a chance to show off his expertise again. But Byron doesn’t wait for advice.
He dives right in, pressing his mouth to my clit.
At the first movements of his lips, I gasp with a sharper surge of pleasure. Then his tongue swipes over my pussy, and I can’t hold back a full-out moan.
As Byron delves deeper with ardent enthusiasm, my pelvis cants up to meet him. Salvatore returns to fondling my chest, teasing his teeth along my jaw at the same time.
His low voice spills into my ear. “Tell him what a good job he’s doing, a chroí. Let him know what you need.”
“Feels amazing,” I mumble around another whimper. My hand skates down to brush over the short coils of Byron’s hair. He flicks his tongue right inside me, and my fingers clench. “Just like that. So good. Don’t stop.”
My body is so sensitized from all the build-up that I’m already close to the edge. My head tips back, and Salvatore takes the opportunity to brand my neck with his mouth while pinching my nipple.
Byron caresses my thighs and slicks his tongue over my pussy from clit to slit. Then he sucks hard on that most sensitive spot.
My release surges through me. I buck into his mouth with the force of it, my legs trembling around him.
A buoyant chuckle tumbles from Byron’s lips as he licks and kisses me through the deluge of pleasure. My muscles shudder and go slack against the sofa, and he laps at me one last time.
“Just how I like to see you.” Salvatore grazes his thumb over my lips. “But we’re hardly done with you yet. Come on—let’s check out this penthouse bedroom.”
He scoops me up before I can gather my wits enough to move. A giggle escapes me as he sweeps me off to the bedroom I only briefly entered with Cole.
Byron follows with brisk strides, his mouth glossy from eating me out, his erection tenting his slacks. The bedside lamps flicker on with his entrance, his smirk revealing that he lit them with his glim.
He strips his slacks off a few steps into the bedroom and then pauses while Salvatore lays me out on the bed.
The mafia heir takes his time giving me a lingering kiss before kicking off his own pants and glancing over at my other match with a considering expression. “Do you think you can handle even more, Worth?”
Byron folds his arms over his sculpted chest. “I’m up for anything that’ll make Elodie happy.”
“That’s the right answer.” Salvatore grins down at me. “Tell us, mia amata… Have you ever taken two of your matches at the same time, from either end?”
I have no capacity left for embarrassment. The question kindles nothing but a thrill through my veins. “Yes.”
He leans closer with a stroke of his fingertips along my arm. “And did you like it?”
The thrill heightens. “Very much.”
“Then I think we definitely need to top those pricks who got there first.” He winks at me and turns back to Byron. “We’d better start with you behind. Ease her back into things.” He pats the sizeable bulge in his boxers. “This takes a lot of warming up.”
“Behind—you mean…” Byron wets his lips. He sinks down on the other side of the bed, glancing from Salvatore to me.
I touch his arm. “Only if you want to. If it’s too much…”