CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO #3
“Such a good little girlfriend, aren’t you”?
Alex crooned. We were now waist-deep in the pool.
The water sloshed over us, nice and warm.
His cock was still grinding against my clit, providing delicious friction.
“Defending your lover. Look what you’ve made him do, though.
” Alex gripped my jaw and forced me to look at Achilles as his head dipped down.
He took the tip of my nipple into his hot mouth, first giving it an almost painful suck, then swirling the tip of his tongue along my areola gently to ease the pain.
The air became humid and thick with sex.
I panted hard, feeling every thread of thought in my brain, in my muscles, dissolving into nothing.
I melted inside his arms, the pleasure taking over.
My eyes locked with Achilles’s. His chest moved up and down to the rhythm of his labored breaths, but he remained completely still. “You’re beautiful.” His voice cracked. “So fucking beautiful.”
I closed my eyes, tears springing to them. The pleasure was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself from coming even if I wanted to. Alex’s cock against my clit—teasing, swirling, rubbing—along with his mouth on my tits was too much.
“Please…I…” I started, then stopped. I couldn’t get the words quite out of my mouth. Not when Achilles was there.
“Make her come,” Achilles demanded. “Now.”
A low growl escaped the back of Lyosha’s throat as he dove underwater, hoisting my thighs around his shoulders, squeezing the backs of my thighs in a death grip, and pushing his tongue into my pussy, his nose rubbing against my clit.
I exploded, clutching his tongue between my muscles, throwing my head back and crying out.
I gripped the back of Lyosha’s head, riding his tongue while he was still underwater.
He rose up with me still wrapped around his head and walked us back to the shallow end, where my feet reached the floor.
“I think I’ll take my prize now, if you don’t mind.
” Alex smirked, his lips deliciously pink and swollen from eating me out.
I tossed a searching look at Achilles.
His face was bricked over, and I knew he had retreated to the place where no one could reach him. The same headspace he used to take a life. A place far removed from where we were and what we were doing.
He gave me a slow nod. “Take it, sweetheart. It is your pleasure.”
I closed my eyes, nodding at Alex without looking at him. Alex gripped my waist and slid into me inch by inch. Slowly. Teasingly. Perfectly.
My knees buckled and my hips began moving on their own accord. Alex thrust into me, and I returned the favor by arching and meeting him halfway.
“God, you feel so fucking perfect.” Alex’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard. “So tight. You’re incredible.”
His head dipped toward me, but I turned away, unwilling to kiss him again. Kissing felt intimate. Sex—not so much. Alex let a low chuckle loose, pounding into me, hitting the elusive spot inside me that made my entire body throb.
I was trembling all over, but I couldn’t get the image of Achilles watching me out of my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut harder, but the look of him—resigned, serious, tortured—kept popping behind my eyelids.
Suddenly, I felt a bare, warm chest plastered against my back.
“Shh.” A familiar rough palm wrapped around the front of my throat, tilting my head back. Achilles’s eyes met mine. “Let go, sweetheart.” He leaned down and shoved his tongue inside my mouth, erasing Alex’s vodka taste with his whiskey flavor.
I arched back eagerly, kissing him and moaning into his mouth, while Alex dipped his head and devoured my breasts, running his stubbled chin over my flesh, and leaving marks.
I was ready to explode.
“Please,” I begged, rolling my hips, riding Alex’s cock harder.
“I think she wants more,” Lyosha groaned, and when I unlatched my mouth from Achilles, I saw that his chest was glistening with sweat and waterdrops.
“My queen gets whatever she wants.” Achilles spat into his index and middle fingers, reaching down, slowly prodding my ass with them. I squirmed and moaned, instinctively squeezing against both his fingers and Alex’s cock.
“Oh God.”
Achilles removed his fingers, then angled the head of his throbbing cock into my ass. I shifted slightly to allow him a better angle. He slowly guided himself inside, the pressure on me from behind mounting, my tailbone tingling with his uncomfortable girth.
“You know, I always find it so funny that people say God’s name in the bedroom. He has nothing to do with it and probably wouldn’t approve of the sins we commit.” Alex reached between my legs, opening them wider to help Achilles slide inside me.
“Oh fuck,” Achilles groaned, dropping his forehead against my shoulder as he slid into my ass, filling me to the hilt.
I’d done this before but not with someone this well-endowed.
Alex stopped fucking me but stayed inside me.
They both let me take a moment to adjust to the position.
I was pretty sure their balls were probably touching, I was sandwiched so hard between them, but considering I’d never been this turned on, this full, this alive, I wasn’t going to point that out.
“This okay?” Achilles pulled my face to kiss me from behind again.
“Perfect.” My lips moved over his mouth.
They started moving at the same time, slamming into me in the same rhythm, in punishing strokes that felt almost competitive in nature.
The dirty thwacks of skin slapping echoed through the walls.
Our bodies were covered in mist. My pleasure was so acute, so real, it took over my entire being. I felt it everywhere.
“Look at her,” Alex groaned, staring at the space between us where he entered me. “She’s taking it so well.”
“She’s amazing.”
“Might ask to borrow her sometime.”
“This is a one-off. Next time you touch my woman, you’ll be filled with lead.”
My orgasm coursed through every inch of my body, from toes to the top of my head, and I threw my head back, overcome with the incredible sensation of falling apart in the hands of the two most powerful men on this earth.
They continued plowing into me while I rode the high of my climax, with Alex coming first, and Achilles reaching his orgasm a few seconds later. Achilles pulled out first, grabbing my jaw to tilt my head up and give me a reassuring kiss. “You did amazing, Piccola Fiamma.”
Alex slid out of me slowly, while Achilles propped me to sit on the first step of the pool.
“You good?” Achilles asked.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. This was the best sex I’d ever had. And yet I knew I’d never do it again. It served the purpose of proving to me that Achilles was done controlling my sex life, but I wasn’t in the market for anyone else.
Alex reached between my thighs, prying them open and taking a good, humiliating look. I followed his line of vision. My cunt was pink and swollen from the inside. “Your pain is beautiful.” He kneeled between my legs, kissing my pussy. “Thank you for putting your trust in me.”
“Thanks for putting your dick in me,” I retorted, giving him a playful shove with my toes. “Your work here is done, Alex.”
He grinned and tipped his head down in a bow as he removed his condom, tying it in a knot. “At your service.”
Nonchalantly, he climbed up from the pool, leisurely walking toward a stack of fresh robes and plucking one to dry himself off.
He pocketed the used condom, because Alex, nice or not, was still a sociopath at his core.
A sociopath who did not want any surprise heirs somewhere in the universe.
Achilles still sat behind me, bracketing me with his legs.
He kissed my shoulder. “You sure you’re good? ”
“Yes. Are you?” I looked up to search his face.
He nodded. “It was needed. Did it help?”
“Yes,” I said honestly. “I think it did.”
No one could ever know what had happened tonight, but I trusted all three of us to never breathe a word about it. Too much was riding on it for the truth to come out.
Even if people found out, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret what had happened between us. It was the closure I needed to a horrifying period in my life.
Achilles proved to me that he put me before him. Before his obsession. Before his jealousy.
Swiveling my entire body so I was face-to-face with Achilles, I smiled up at him. “Thank you for this.”
His eyes never wavered from mine as he barked, “Rasputin. Get fucked.”
“Been there, done that, even got the shirt.” We both turned to look at the pakhan fastening the last button of his crisp dress shirt.
“And way ahead of you. I’m wholly disinterested in the cuddling portion of the event.
Tier.” He sauntered to the lip of the pool, his mouth twisting in a smirk.
“It was good seeing you again.” He leaned down, touching his lips to my forehead.
“Same here.” I pulled away. “Next time we catch up, we’ll be wearing a lot more clothes.”
He winked and found his way out of the pool.
Turning to Achilles, I put a hand on his cheek. “How much does it hurt?”
“Not enough to fuck this up.” He covered my hand in his.
And I knew, in that moment, that we were going to be okay.