50. Josephine
Josephine
Enzo practically rips off his pants and climbs onto the bed in front of us, and when I straddle his waist, he lays his back flat against the bed, outstretching his legs behind me so Luca can kneel between them.
I eye up what I can see of his body, and when I go to open my mouth, he points his finger right at me. “Don’t you dare. I’m fine, but if I don’t fuck you right this minute I’m not going to be.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I sass before biting the tip of his finger.
Enzo rips his finger from my mouth, grabs my face, and brings it to his. Luca must be working his length behind me because Enzo groans desperately in my mouth before I feel his head at my entrance.
Bending his legs, Enzo places both feet flat on the bed and pushes himself inside of me. “So fucking wet,” he moans against my mouth.
And in a completely different way than Sebastian’s, I can feel the piercing at the head of Enzo’s cock inside of me. “So fucking good,” I reply back to him.
He lifts his head from mine, and with one hand, he swipes a strand of hair behind my ear, allowing him to see me clearly. He looks at me for a moment before he utters, “So fucking mine.”
I’m not sure why, but I feel tears sting at my eyes, and then I’m kissing him all over again. And as I do, I thank whoever is listening that my lips are still able to kiss his. That he’s here.
That I’m here.
That we’re all here.
The two of us kiss a moment longer, before Enzo moves his hands from my head to my ass, and when he grabs a cheek with each hands and spreads them, I know what’s coming without them even having to ask.
A second later, I feel Luca’s cock at my entrance. Enzo pauses his thrusts, momentarily searching my face for any hesitation. And when he doesn’t find any, he tells Luca, “Our girl is ready, Luca.”
Luca runs his hand along my spine before he bends over and plants a soft kiss along it.
I take in a deep breath just as he pushes his cock further inside my cunt, letting it rub against Enzo’s.
“Ahhhh,” I moan as the sting of being so full overcomes me.
But then, like it always does, the pain turns into pleasure.
And the thought of both of them being buried inside of me, combined with the sensation of them touching parts of me I didn’t know existed, turns the burning pain into ecstasy.
The two of them start moving in a slow rhythm inside of me, and I grip the sheets on either side of Lorenzo so hard my knuckles turn white.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” Enzo praises as he moves my hair from my face, yet again. “Feel it. Feel us. Let us fill you.”
“Ah—I-I feel you.”
Dante climbs on the bed beside us, near mine and Enzo’s heads.
Grabbing two pillows, he tucks them under Enzo’s head before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out.
And despite how full I already feel, I find myself licking my lips at the sight of it.
“Open,” he commands, then looks over at Enzo. “Both of you.”
“Oh hell, yeah,” Enzo replies before the two of us open our mouths.
Fisting the base of his swollen cock, Dante brings it between mine and Enzo’s mouths, and the two of us start working him in tandem. Dante’s mouth instantly falls open, and his breaths grow heavy. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything better,” he pants, placing a hand on each of our heads.
Enzo’s hips have stilled, but he remains buried inside of me while Luca continues to thrust in and out of me, causing enough friction to have all three of us moaning in pleasure.
I feel the mattress dip on the other side of me. I don’t pull from Dante’s cock but I hear Sebastian command, “I couldn’t stand there any longer. Taste her on me, Baby.” A second later, Luca’s moans of pleasure sound as muffled as mine and Enzo’s. But Dante and Sebastian continue to praise us.
I let everything wash over me.
The sensation of them inside of me, Enzo and I pleasing Dante together, knowing that Luca is pleasing Sebastian, their touch, their words, their every moan and whimper. Despite how overcome with pleasure I feel, I take it all in.
Suddenly, it all feels like too much. I feel the heat start at my toes, and my body begins to shake.
“That’s it, Mama.” Dante’s grip on my hair grows tighter as my whimpers grow more desperate.
“Oh, fuck,” Enzo gasps, still doing his best to work Dante’s length with me. “I’m gonna come.” His hands find purchase on my hips, gripping them so tight pain shoots up my spine, but even that is nothing compared to what’s building inside of me. “Luca, I’m—”
“Come for us,” Sebastian commands. “Let us all feel you come for us.”
“Ah—ah—oh yes,” Enzo pants out, and then I feel him swell inside of me, and a mere moment later I listen as Luca gasps for breath around Sebastian’s cock before he too spills his release.
My pussy so full of them, their come spills down my legs and onto Lorenzo.
The two of them start to soften inside of me, but I’m right there. I’m so close and so fucking desperate. “Dante. Please fuck me. Please,” I beg.
Without question, Luca slowly pulls out of me and lays on the bed next to Enzo.
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me off of Enz and lays me on my back between the two of them.
All three of us gasping for breath. Sebastian shuffles around and moves to the head of the bed behind the three of us while Dante situates himself between my legs.
I can feel my cunt pulsing, desperate to fill the emptiness. Dante grabs my legs, lifts them, and slams into me with ease. My mouth opens on a silent cry as he groans, “Jesus christ, Joe. You were fucking made for me.”
“That’s it,” Sebastian praises on his knees above me. “Keep your mouth just like that.” I look up at him to find him fisting his cock above my face. “You, too,” he commands, looking down at Enzo and Luca. My eyes look to either side of me, and I watch as they each do as he says.
Dante sits back on his legs, changing the angle just how I like it so the head of his cock brushes over the sensitive patch of nerves with each and every pass.
My chest heaves, and I tightly grip the top of Luca and Enzo’s thighs. I start to whine desperately as Dante slams into me. “Yes, Amore Mia.” Dante’s fingers reach between my legs and the moment he presses on my clit I’m fucking done.
I scream as my orgasm barrels into me. The pleasure is so intense, so life-altering that it feels like it changes the very fabric of my being. Like the Joe I see in the mirror after this moment will be entirely different than the one I saw before.
My eyes remain open though, as Sebastian strokes his cock more erratically above us. He gives it one more quick pass before he spills his release over our faces. Luca and Enzo groan in approval as they lick up Sebastian’s cum.
“Holy fuck.” I look down just as Dante slams home one more time before coming inside of me.
As we all come down from our highs, nothing but the sounds of our ragged breaths fill the room until Sebastian bends forward and kisses me upside down, not even caring that he’s tasting his own release. “I love you, Josephine Jenkins.”
I smile against his lips. “I love you, Sebastian Moore.”
He gives me one more quick kiss on the nose and says, “I’ll be right back.” He does the same to Enz and Luca before climbing off the bed. Dante rubs his hand gently up and down my thighs, and the sensation of his rough hands on my skin is enough to make me melt into the mattress.
A moment later I hear Sebastian start the shower before opening and closing a drawer. I manage to gather enough strength to turn my head as he walks back into the room with a towel in hand. He takes his time gently wiping mine, Enzo, and Luca’s faces.
“Oh, thank god,” Dante exclaims before leaning forward and kissing me deeply.
“Hey!” Sebastian exclaims.
Dante and I laugh against one another before he sits back on his legs. Reaching up, I gently pat Sebastian’s thigh. “Baby steps with that one.”
Sebastian smiles and shrugs. “Okay, fair.”
“You wanna go get cleaned up, Sweetheart?”
I whine. “Can someone help me? I don’t think I have the energy.”
Enzo groans. “As much as I would love to lather you in soap, I think I’m tapped out, too.”
I don’t blame him. Rolling over, I kiss him softly. “That’s okay. You rest. That’s what I have three other boyfriends for.”
Enz huffs an exhausted laugh. “I love you,” he says with a sleepy voice.
“And I love you,” I say softly as I stroke the side of his face before rolling back over.
“Come on, Vita Mia,” Luca says with a smile before rolling off the bed. He moves to lift me from the bed, but Dante quickly grabs my hand and pulls me upright so I’m sitting chest to chest with him.
Silently, his hazel eyes search mine as a slow and wide smile takes over his face. The sight of it quite literally feels like it warms my body from the inside out. Holding his face in my hands, I say, “Thank you for loving me.”
And I mean that with every fiber of my being.
Dante DeLuca is a man who is afraid of no one and nothing except the idea of letting himself love and be loved.
That one thing terrified him more than anything ever has, and he conquered that fear for me.
For us. So when I say, “Thank you for loving me,” I truly mean it.
He shakes his head softly and says, “Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
I huff a laugh before kissing him. Pulling away, I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs before kissing him once more and looking over at Luca who, all too eagerly, scoops me off the bed and carries me to the bathroom.
“Can you stand?”
“Mhmm,” I answer with what apparently seems to be a perma-smile.
Luca goes into my vanity and pulls out a clip. “Hair?”
I scoff. “Please, I just gave myself a blowout. This hair isn’t seeing water for at least three days.”
Luca grins and hands me the clip. I put my hair up and open the glass shower door. “You coming?”
Stepping forward, he hooks his arms around me and pulls me close. “Nah, I’ll let you have a few minutes to yourself. I’ll help them change your sheets.”
“Can—can you guys all sleep in here tonight?”
Luca raises a brow. “All of us?”
“Please?”
“Might be a tight squeeze with Andre the Giant out there, but we will figure something out,” he answers with a stupidly wide smile and a wink.
“I guess we might have to invest in some new beds, huh?” I ask playfully.
Luca nods. “Whatever my girl wants.”
“I like being your girl. All of yours.”
He kisses one of my cheeks. “Good.” Then the other. “Because that’s what you are.” Then my forehead. “Now.” And the tip of my nose. “And until the end of time.”
“That’s very presumptuous, Mr. Vittori,” I tease.
“I’m a very powerful man, Ms. Jenkins. I could make it happen.”
I tap my mouth with my finger. “Hmmmm, well, since I love you so much, I guess I could agree to that.”
Luca tips his head back in laughter before kissing me deeply. And when he pulls away, he utters, “Well, since I love you even more, I think that sounds like a deal.”
He then ushers me into the shower, sets out a fresh towel for me, shoots me one last wink, and joins Sebastian, Enzo, and Dante in my room.
Taking a few minutes to myself, I stand under the hot stream, running my hands over my body as I try to memorize their every touch.
Only when the water starts to run cool do I quickly lather myself and turn it off.
When I get out of the shower, I wipe the condensation from the mirror to, in fact, find a whole new Josephine Jenkins staring back at me.
And I’m so happy to finally meet her.
THE END