16. Pearl
16
PEARL
T here's something deliciously scandalous about being caught in a compromising position.
Especially when the intruder is Rocco, looking at us like we're his favorite kind of trouble.
My heart was still racing from Angelo's touch, my skin burning where his hands had been moments before. I should have felt embarrassed, being found like this in the training room. Instead, the way Rocco's eyes darkened as he took in the scene sent heat pooling low in my belly.
"Don't mind me," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Just enjoying the show."
It felt like a dream, the kind I'd been trying not to have about them. Angelo's breath hot against my neck, while his twin watched with those identical green eyes that made my pulse race. The same devastating features, just framed differently: Rocco's longer blonde hair falling forward as he moved, so different from the shorter strands tickling my skin.
Angelo's voice was sin itself against my ear. "Always did have perfect timing, brother." His grip tightened on my hips. "Though usually you're more... involved."
"Who said anything about just watching?" Rocco pushed off the door, the soft click of the lock making my breath catch. Each step closer made the air thicker, heavier with possibility.
I caught my lip between my teeth, drowning in the intensity of their matched gazes. "I thought you had your own workout planned."
"Oh, I definitely do now," he murmured, suddenly close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand came up to cup my face, thumb brushing across my bottom lip. The light touch was at odds with the hunger in his eyes, those same incredible eyes his brother had, now afire with wanting.
They moved in perfect sync like they could read each other's minds. Angelo's grip tightened, pulling me back against his chest as Rocco leaned in. I was surrounded by them, lost in the fantasy of having both, of being exactly where I'd tried so hard not to imagine myself.
"Last chance to say no," Rocco's voice was rough against my lips.
I answered by pulling him down to me, even as Angelo's mouth found that sensitive spot below my ear. The contrast of their touches was maddening. As though they instinctively knew how to drive me wild together. Where one would be gentle, the other would be demanding. When one pulled back to tease, the other would give me exactly what I needed.
Rocco's lips claimed mine instantly, rough and hard, almost animalistic. As he did this, Angelo trailed exact kisses against the back of my ear, causing my pulse to pound rapidly.
"Look at her brother," Rocco said, pulling my chin up so my blue eyes met his green ones, which flowed with a raw intensity. "She looks ready for us."
Angelo nibbled on my earlobe while his hands caressed my sides, fingers delicately grazing. "Think she can handle us both?"
The words caused a gasp to escape me, because that was just what I wanted. To feel them inside me, allowing both of these men to take me in their own way. "Why don't we find out," I said, earning a nibble from Angelo against my shoulders.
Rocco chuckled. The hum of his voice differed from his brother's. Raw and needy, while Angelo was slower, more precise. "I saw you two training earlier. I want to see." Rocco's huskiness overshadowed the words, the ache prominent.
Angelo placed me against the wall once again. His lips went to work on me. Angelo's kisses were subtly different from Rocco's, and when he nibbled on my lip, I breathed deeply, pressing my body against his. One hand grabbed my wrists like before, while the other held my waist and pulled it against him. With slow motions, he ground against me, and I shivered.
"God, the way she arches," Rocco groaned. Angelo pulled back and gestured to Rocco.
"Give him a taste?"
I didn't need to be told twice. Angelo guided me to Rocco, who immediately pulled me against him. Our lips met, tongues battling for dominance. Immediately, I gave in, allowing Rocco to taste my mouth. He pulled my hips against him, grinding wildly against my body. Pulling back, he growled.
"You are so delectable, Pearl. Been craving this ever since I saw you."
The feeling was mutual. Their smoldering gazes made me forget all my thoughts.
Angelo was behind me. His hand grasped the hem of my shirt. "So what do you say, Rocco. Time to mark what's ours?"
Calm and collected, yet so primal in tone. Anticipation swelled through me. Rocco smirked. "Yes. I think it is time to mark what's ours."
His lips descended against my neck, right over the pulse, sucking on the flesh with wild abandon. I shivered, moaning. Moments later, I felt a similar bite against my shoulder, albeit more precise. My upper body clothes disappeared, my shirt and bra were discarded. Relentlessly, both the twins explored me.
Angelo's fingers slid from my stomach up towards my breasts, gently pinching and teasing the nipples. Meanwhile, Rocco continued the descent down, nipping and sucking on the flesh. I gasped, feeling the ache grow unbearable. My hips rocked forward against the swollen hardness between Rocco's legs. Angelo's slow, almost agonizing caresses against the tips of my nipples were enough to make me lose all semblance of control; I was crying out in small gasps.
Rocco's lips eventually made it to my nipples. My vision grew hazy as lust-driven desire was all that I could think about.
Both of them worked seamlessly, and when they both pinched and suckled a little bit harder, a high-pitched moan escaped me.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Angelo whispered in my ear as he licked and nibbled against the flesh.
Rocco growled. "Make those sounds again. We want to hear it."
He dove in, fingers and lips touching my breasts with wild abandon, pawing at me like an animal in heat. Sounds emitted from my mouth. I barely registered what they were; all I could think about was them. The two kissed and touched all over my body.
Then, both men pulled back slightly. My legs gave way as I fell to my knees, looking up at both of them. I reached up, taking both of their cocks out of their pants. Both men let out small groans as I stroked their lengths before I took Rocco into my mouth first.
They were both of similar size. I licked and teased his shaft, swirling my tongue against the head. Rocco grabbed my hair, forcing me to take him all the way down. Tears prickled my eyes, but I didn't give up.
"God, you're so good," he breathed. "You know how to manage a man's cock perfectly." He pulled out and gestured to Angelo to take his place; my lips slowly descended, and he filled me up. Angelo's motions were not gentler but more controlled. His cock touched the back of my throat when I took him in.
"You're incredible" groaned Angelo.
"Such a good girl. Never thought she could handle both of us like that."
I alternated between each man, allowing my mouth to surround each member and suck them. Whenever I looked up, I saw their eyes closed, lost in desire.
Moments later, I moved off the ground. I didn't know who lifted me, but I found myself resting against Angelo once again. He pressed against my backside, pulling off my yoga pants and thong in one motion.
"Seeing those leggings always gets me going," he said, "but underneath is what matters."
Rocco spread my legs apart, his fingers working the front. His tongue teased my folds as he began to explore every crevice of my pussy. Meanwhile, one of Angelo's hands fondled my ass while his other hand alternated between teasing each breast. I shuddered, whimpering, as Rocco pushed his tongue inside, licking my most sensitive of places. He moved his tongue in swishes, ravenous for the taste of me. A moment later, he pulled back, gesturing to Angelo.
By this point, all three of us were lying on the training mat. Angelo's tongue replaced Rocco's. Small mewls and gasps escaped me with each touch. Then he also pulled back.
"Why did you stop? Continue!" I cried these words out, amazed for a moment at just how desperate I sounded.
Angelo's fingers gently rested against my hips. "Fucking beautiful when you beg."
"Want to hear more of that," Rocco uttered, joining Angelo in the teasing pleasure. Nibbles and bites decorated my thighs, and soon, both of them were between my legs, tasting every part of my pink pussy. It was sopping wet and they drank down my juices.
Both. I needed both. There was no way I could take one without the other. I angled my hips, and as I teetered on the brink of orgasm, the words spilled.
"Need…need you both."
Angelo and Rocco both moved back in sync. Angelo rested his finger gently against my mouth. "Take what you want from us."
I nodded. Rocco moved back, gesturing to Angelo to go first. "Show him how good you feel."
I got on all fours. Angelo was behind me, and he penetrated with one precise motion. Rocco knelt before my face, smiling as he touched his cock before he pressed it to my lips. I took him all the way inside.
Angelo groaned when I pushed my buttocks back, meeting his thrusts. "The way you move. You fuck so well, Pearl."
Rocco was gently easing his cock in and out of my mouth. All I felt was pure, raw pleasure. "It's like you were made for us," he said.
I felt that, too. My body was designed to be pleasured by them. In the next second, Angelo had thrust deeper into my cervix, and I arched my back, my vision going white as I felt my first orgasm wash over my body. I reached my hand to my mouth to silence my scream, but then Rocco grabbed my hand. "No, baby. Let him hear you cum." I obeyed, crying out, letting Angelo know I'd climaxed.
But there was a lingering want, an ache for even more. "I…I want both of you," I gasped.
"Then you can have us," said Rocco. He looked at his brother.
Angelo grabbed me in one motion, pulling me up so I was held just by his hands on my thighs. His cock stayed inside. While holding me, both of his hands reached around my hips and down. His fingers spread my pussy lips further apart, inviting his brother inside.
Rocco moved forward and penetrated me: I felt both of their cocks deep within me. I grimaced slightly—it was tight. Somehow, I managed to fit both of them.
"Always knew you'd fit perfectly," Rocco said, his breath still against my lips. I grabbed them, my insides completely lost in the pleasure. Rocco rocked his hips faster, and I cried out, my whole body lost in the moment.
"Let us wreck you."
"Want to watch you fall apart," Angelo added. I nodded, as it was the only response I could find.
Both men slammed themselves inside at the same time. I couldn't believe how deep they were. Every nerve flared up with complete, unchecked pleasure. I screamed out again and again as they managed to hit every sensitive pleasure spot.
"Give into it," Rocco said, holding my hips so hard that it would leave a bruise. So I did. I relaxed, allowing both of these men to fill me.
Their thrusts became faster, more urgent. Every moment our bodies connected, sometimes one after the other, or all three of us at once, had me completely overwhelmed. Another orgasm vibrated through me, and I threw my head back, shouting out.
"Ours now," Angelo said, biting my ear.
"Going to ruin you for anyone else," Rocco gasped, holding my hips as he pressed against my g-spot. I cried out again, and then he leaned in. An eager smile crossed his lips.
"Show my brother what you showed me," Angelo goaded. Rocco's lips covered my own as all three of us stayed like this. Hands touched every part of me—I didn't know who each belonged to anymore.
When I came again, all I felt was bliss. Complete, utter bliss as both of their dicks emptied their seed, pumping deep. In sync to the end, perfectly complementing each other, the waves of sperm washing within me.
The primal ache passed. We collapsed to the floor. Sweating, entangled limbs were all I was aware of as both of the brothers stayed inside me, completely satisfied, their release dripping from my most sensitive parts.
I was lost in that hazy afterglow, safe between their warm bodies, when Rocco brushed a kiss against my shoulder.
"You're thinking too loud," he murmured.
"Just..." I traced my fingers along his chest, gathering courage. "I used to wonder why you hated me so much at first."
The way his body tensed made me wish I could take the words back. Behind me, Angelo went still.
"Hate's a strong word," Rocco said finally.
"But not wrong." Angelo's voice was quiet. "At least in the beginning."
I felt Rocco's sigh against my skin. "It wasn't personal."
The brothers shared one of their silent looks over my shoulder; the kind that spoke of years of shared pain.
"Our father was a good man," Rocco said, his fingers finding mine. "Too good, probably. He discovered Vittorio was running drugs through his youth centers. Using kids as runners. When he threatened to expose it..."
"I was working across town that night," Angelo breathed against my skin. "By the time I heard what was happening..."
"There's nothing you could have done," Rocco's voice was soft but firm. "We all knew how Vittorio dealt with threats to his reputation. Dad included."
My mind reeled. Vittorio had always painted himself as Providence's savior, talking endlessly about his charitable work with troubled youth. I remembered the ribbon-cutting ceremonies, the newspaper photos, his practiced speeches about giving kids a second chance. All while he was using them. Destroying them. Just like he destroyed anyone who got in his way. As he'd tried to destroy me? Not physically, perhaps, but in my mind, my soul, my freedom.
"He told everyone it was a gang hit," I whispered. "Said it proved why his youth programs were so necessary."
Rocco's laugh was bitter. "Of course he did."
"We're going to take him down," Angelo said quietly. Not a question or a request. Just a fact, as steady and certain as his heartbeat against my back.
"We should move," Rocco murmured after a while, though he made no effort to let go.
"Not yet," I whispered, pulling them both closer.
My world had shifted, truths I'd built my life around crumbling like sand. But here, between them, I could let myself fall apart just a little.