33
SERAFINA
O ur lips crash together in a heated, bruising kiss; one that consumes my soul and threatens to swallow every last molecule of air from my lungs. Levi wastes no time in unbuckling my pants. We’re a tangle of arms and frenetic energy as we strip ourselves of our clothes—or in his case, his towel— desperate for closeness. I’ve wanted this ever since I told him about Luca. I’ve realized how much I missed him in the days we’ve been apart because every guilt riddled thought drew us further away from one another.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Levi whispers to me as I straddle his thighs. His hands stroke delicate circles over my ass cheeks as he gazes up at me. The vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes has my core heating up further. I’m practically drenched from just looking at his solid chest and abs. I want to lick delicious lines over the droplets of water still beading over his thick neck.
Snaking my arms around his neck, I pull Levi’s chest flush with mine. “Fuck me, Levi.”
Without another word, Levi grips my ass and lifts me up, lining his hard cock up with my entrance. He teases me at first, sliding himself between my slick folds until my juices coat his thick length. It’s almost too much to bear, and I know Levi is torturing himself more than me .
“Fuck!” Levi groans, throwing his head back like he’s battling his own restraint.
An embarrassing whimper escapes me. “Please, Levi,” I pant, rocking with his body. I can’t take any more. Every fiber of me is on fire, needy for his touch, for this . I need Levi inside of me. I need his kisses, his soul-stealing lust.
I slide up once more, feeling the bulging head of his cock press against me, and in one smooth move, I drop to impale myself on his soaked cock.
We both groan out as the satisfaction of feeling so full pulls me deeper into my heady desire.
Levi’s hands grip my hips, pinching at the skin as he guides me back up. Every slide down his rigid cock is followed by a moan. The last time we did this, it was sensual and consuming. The last time I shared myself with Levi, was the first time I felt like myself. With Levi, I can be myself. I don’t need to put on a show of being the leader everyone sees. I can remove the mask, remove the cold exterior that demands me to set an example.
With Levi, I am me.
My breaths come out choppy and sharp as I lock eyes with him, our foreheads pressed together. The stare is intense, like I’m seeing a part of him he has been hiding. This is him, us, finally opening up to one another about what we want and understanding that it might be difficult, but we’re willing to try.
There’s no way I can choose between Levi and Luca. I might have only spent a short amount of time getting close to them, but there’s no denying they’ve each captured a piece of me that I don’t mind giving. I trust these men with my life, and they’ve proven just how loyal they are to me. But tonight isn’t about loyalty. It’s about Levi understanding I care about him just as much as I care about Luca. Tonight is about us just being us.
Hooking my hands on Levi’s shoulders, I throw my head back. The creeping heat of an orgasm edges closer already. My eagerness and desperation gets the better of me and I start riding him hard and fast, relishing the way he slides in and out of me .
Levi’s lips connect with my neck, his tongue running up the column as he guides me up and down with his hands on my ass. It’s hot, desperate and every part of me is on fire for him.
Faster and harder, I ride him as unfiltered adoration shines in Levi’s eyes. I know what I’m asking of him. I know that sharing me with someone else isn’t conventional. There doesn’t seem to be any amount of words that can explain how I feel, but this right here, is Levi attempting to understand.
Levi flattens his palms against my ass, spreading my cheeks wider as he starts drilling upwards into me.
My walls clench around him. I’m so damn wet that I know this couch will be stained after.
Sliding a hand into his dark hair, I ride out the precipice of my orgasm. Shockwaves of pleasure pummel into me, my whole body shuddering with Levi’s name on my lips.
He thrusts harder, determined punches of his hips meeting me in my climax, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps, stroking away the strands of hair sticking to my face.
I slump against him, resting my head on his shoulder as hiccups of air break up the silence. When I eventually regulate my breathing enough to speak, I look up at Levi.
His beauty, his staggering vulnerability has always been a beacon for me, it just took me a while to realize I needed it. But even with his lightness, I can see the darkness behind his soft eyes. He’s still unsure about everything, but that only makes me more determined to prove I would never hurt him.
I couldn’t .
I stroke a hand over his sharp cheekbones, sliding a thumb over the cut on his lip.
Levi captures my wrist, pressing a kiss to my palm. “You wanna stay the night?” he asks.
I nod, still half dazed from my post-fuck high. I don’t need to do any more than that before Levi lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. He walks us to his room, slowly and carefully placing me on his crisp white sheets before disappearing into his bathroom.
Laying back, I stare at the ceiling, knowing this is the beginning of something new. Through all the shit I’ve had to deal with over the past few weeks, I know I deserve happiness. Levi is granting me the opportunity to seek that with both him and Luca by my side, and I don’t think I could be any happier about that. But there’s the niggling slice of guilt that seeps through the cracks I’ve tried to patch up after Enzo’s death.
My best friend meant more to me than I knew. His final words still haunt me, but they’re no longer serving as a reminder of what I lost, but of what I could have. I could have everything once again. I was that for Enzo and up until his death, I didn’t know he was that for me. Losing it all in a breath broke me, but whatever is blossoming between Levi, Luca and I, is destined to be everything I ever wanted. I can feel it.
“Here,” Levi says as he returns from the bathroom with a damp cloth, sliding a warm palm between my thighs before he cleans me up. “As much as I love the thought of my cum dripping from you, I’ve just washed the sheets.” He finishes his sentence with a cheeky wink. All at once I see the old Levi return. As if nothing happened, Levi is back to his charming self, and that mixed with his dirty words does something dangerous to my body.
I’m all pumped and ready to go again, but as soon as Levi finishes cleaning me up and tucks me into his side under the covers, exhaustion takes over. My breaths slow, exhaling in time with Levi’s chest rising and falling. His steady heartbeat is my lullaby, a soothing beat that calms every bone in my body.
I feel the gentle sensation of Levi’s fingers stroking circles over my skin. “How did you get here?” he asks softly.
“Gio brought me. I sent him away as soon as I got here.”
“So, it’s just us?” I don’t know if it’s just me, but in the dark I can sense more than Levi’s words tell. There’s a lingering doubt, a reservation about the man who he hired to protect me. I wish I could ask more, but for now, I’m enjoying this moment of liberation, the freedom to just be like this.
Eventually, I nod.
“It’s your birthday soon,” Levi whispers. “You thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you?”
In all honesty, I did.
Since Enzo’s death, it doesn’t feel right to celebrate a birthday without him. I don’t think I want to, either. He always made the day different; special . Every year he would find a new way to make the day significant and he never failed. Boat trips out of the marina, road trips up to the Valley, nothing was too much trouble. I took it all for granted. Celebrating this birthday would feel like I’m betraying him.
“I don’t want to do anything this year,” I whisper back.
“I know.” Levi kisses my head, combing his fingers through my hair. “Enzo always made a big deal of it.”
I bite back the tears threatening to take hold of me. They burn and sting, and as much as I fight them, they choke me up. They remind me of what I need to do, what I’m fighting for; not just for my happiness, but his revenge, too.
“He’d want you to be happy, you know that.” Levi’s attempt at soothing me only brings back more memories. Picnics at the beach, our first night out together, birthday parties as kids where we would escape and do our own thing.
“I know,” I manage to choke out. “It’s just hard to think about him not being here anymore.”
“Me too.”
Silence falls between us. We don’t speak anymore after that, but just revel in the moment, holding each other close. When morning finally arrives, the prospect of a new day rises with the sun, and gives me the insight I need to do what I have to.
I push past the doors that separate the club from the offices out the back. I’ve never been here before, but I know that he’s here. Luca is so predictable that I pinned him down to being in one of two places, and once Raf confirmed the location with me, I had to suppress the eye roll begging to come out.
Levi didn’t ask questions when I told him where I was going. It probably took every ounce of energy for him to hold back his real feelings on the matter, but after last night, it has given me insight into how this is going to be. I made it clear that I could never choose between Luca and Levi, and I’ve made a promise to myself that if this ever becomes an issue, I won’t ask anything of the guys again.
With that thought pushed temporarily in the back of my mind, I stalk through the darkness of the corridor that makes my eyes squint. There’s no seedy red lighting or dramatic glow about the place. No tampered beat steadying the music. It’s quiet and dark, and I sense that’s Luca’s mood down to the letter.
After a few more steps, I reach the end of the corridor, turning left to come face to face with the door I expected to see.
I don’t knock. There’s no need for formalities when I’ve come here to get shit sorted because enough is enough. I’m a goddamn leader and I should be treated as such.
“Wait here,” I say to Giovanni, who refused to leave my side when I left the car. This time, he does as he’s told, waiting stoically beside the door that I push through without warning.
Luca lifts his head from his computer, a cigarette pinched between his lips. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the moody look blended with the busted nose definitely stirs up my insides. Bad boys never did it for me, and I wouldn’t exactly call Luca one, but he’s definitely portraying that look right now.
His blue eyes are darker today, a glint of anger hiding in the depths. “Bianchi,” he greets, sitting back in his chair. He props his cigarette in the ashtray as I approach with determined steps. As soon as the door closes behind me, I speak.
“We need to talk.” I growl.
“I take it went well with Marchese?” There’s a smugness to his words, but there’s no malice to them, he’s merely asking a question .
“First of all,” I say, spinning his chair around to face me. “You ignored my command.”
His brow furrows in confusion.
“Secondly,” I punctuate my words with a poke to his chest. “You didn’t come back for a debrief.”
“Is that really what you came here to say?” His sharp features go from dark and angry to light and playful in a split second. He tugs me close to him, forcing me to step between his muscular thighs.
“No,” I answer honestly.
“So Bianchi has ulterior motives?” He pinches my ass, making me jump. I’m not sure how much I like this playful side of Luca, at least not when I’m trying to have a serious conversation. His proximity just gets me hot and flustered.
Sensing my hesitation, he rubs smooth circles over my ass cheeks, and I can’t say I don’t like the sensation but we need to talk before anything else happens. I need to be sure we’re all on the same page. I’ve managed to make Levi understand, so now it’s Luca’s turn.
“You spoke to Marchese?” he asks.
“He’s willing to put his differences aside, because he knows it’ll make me happy.”
“And what exactly will make you happy?” Luca asks, grabbing me by the hips and tugging me closer. Just the heat from his palms stirs up desire. I have to squeeze my thighs together just to focus on what I need to say before I lose my willpower.
“You and Levi make me happy. I want both of you, and yes, I know how fucked up that sounds, but it’s the truth.”
“We’ve already had this discussion, Sera.”
“I know. But I’m making it clear now. It’s both of you or nothing. I’m not choosing. So don’t put me in that position because we will all lose. Understand?”
Luca grunts something inaudible, blue eyes touring my features so intricately I swear he’s trying to glimpse the depths of my soul. Little does he know he only really has to ask and I’ll give him the key to the lock. That’s how much I like Luca, and I never thought I’d say that three weeks ago.
“I can’t fault your honesty,” he says. “But you guys have history. It might not be a competition, but I’m not stupid enough to think that won’t trump whatever is going on between us.”
Well, shit. I think this is the first time I’m seeing the raw vulnerable side of Luca Fontana. We might have skated close a few times, but his words break through his harsh exterior, giving me sight of what really wars inside. Doubt.
Framing his face between my palms, I lower myself onto his lap, straddling him on the chair. “That’s not how I see this, Luca. That’s not how I feel.”
He gazes up at me, concern swimming in his eyes as he contemplates my sincerity. After a beat, he draws a short breath, the tension in his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I’m not a sharing kind of guy.”
“I know,” I smile weakly. I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming. My own insecurities creep out from the depths to face the light.
“But… neither of us know how this works. I just know I like you, Bianchi. And if Levi is willing to give it a go, then so am I. Besides, I can’t let him have all the fun.”
The elation I feel over his words sparks a newfound level of admiration and desire. I finally feel like the weird puzzle pieces I’ve been hoping would fit on their own are doing so, and there are no words to describe this feeling other than hope. Hope that this will work, that we can be happy. It doesn’t have to be forever, but for now I have two guys willing to give me something I want.
Peeling myself away from Luca, I drop to my knees.
Luca’s eyes widen, shock freezing him in place as I start to unbuckle his pants. Aside from the hope I’m holding onto, I’m turned the hell on by Luca’s openness. The brooding asshole that blamed me for his father’s death is long forgotten. I’m staring up at the guy who makes me safe and vulnerable all in one hit.
“What are you doing?” he stutters, attempting to stand up.
I tug him back down, his pants shifting down slightly with the force. “We can’t let Levi have all the fun,” I smirk. “Can we?”
As soon as my fingertips graze the raging erection hidden beneath Luca’s slacks, I know I’ve won. He relaxes into his seat, lifting his hips so I can free his dick from his boxers.
I have to take a beat to gather my thoughts because even though I vividly remember having him inside of me, I’d forgotten just how big Luca actually is. It’s no competition, though. Levi hits the spot perfectly, but Luca is longer where Levi is thick.
Sliding a tight fist over his shaft, I look up into Luca’s deep blues. He bites down on his lip, suppressing the moan I know is begging to come out. His hands clench the arms of his chair and suddenly the need to please him is all too much.
“I never thought I’d see Bianchi on her knees for me,” Luca teases.
My eyes narrow. “This is one of the few moments I will ever be on my knees for you, Fontana.”
A laugh bubbles over as he leans forward and cups my chin. “I’m not complaining, Dolcezza .” He softens his words even more with a gentle kiss, a growl rumbling through his chest as I start pumping his length.
I lean forward on my knees, running my tongue along the underside of his rigid cock, feeling every vein bulging through the skin. The taste of pre-cum sits lightly on my tongue, a delicious thin salty mixture that is all Luca.
“Holy shit,” Luca rasps hoarsely, tossing his head back on his chair.
I feel ten feet tall from the sounds alone. His unfiltered words and gravelly tone spur me on. I wrap my mouth around the velvety head of his dick, sucking and licking my way around it. I let the saliva pool in my mouth, allowing it to dribble down his shaft. Using it as lubrication, I pump my hand through it, the heat of his cock mixed with my spit making it slippery and hot as fuck. I can feel my pussy throbbing at just the memory of him inside of me and I’d be a goddamn liar if I said I didn’t want to jump his bones right now.
Instead, I focus on his moans, his groans, his choppy breaths and stifled words. His hips move gently, picking the rhythm he likes. My fists grips harder and he groans louder. Slowly, but surely, I’m figuring out what he likes. I’ve already worked out he likes it hard and fast, but this is about his pleasure .
I hollow my cheeks and flatten my tongue. The head of his cock slides against it, and I take the time to lap and lathe, swirling my tongue over him while I pick up a steadier rhythm. Running my other hand up his thigh, I slide it under his shirt, feeling every hard earned muscle and ab. I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge how well put together Luca is. He’s an adonis of another nature. With a tanned complexion and badboy attitude, he’s got the body and mind to contend with the gods.
Sucking harder, Luca lets out the deepest groan I’ve ever heard. His hips buck as I suck harder. My hand moves at the same rhythm, but it’s the way I take him deep in my throat at the last second that has him filling my mouth with his hot cum.
“ Dolcezza ,” Luca pants, his choppy breaths filling the heady silence.
Before I can swallow, he reaches forward and pinches my cheeks with one hand.
“Show me,” he growls, moving his thumb to my bottom lip.
I obey—the only time I ever will—and open my mouth slowly. His cum sits on my tongue, the warm, salty liquid coating it thickly.
A small smile graces Luca’s delicious lips, smug satisfaction at its finest. “Definitely not complaining.”