2. ~Julian~
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~Julian~
This was the life.
I tightened my grip in the long, thick hair of the musclebound guy on his hands and knees in front of me and shoved my cock deeper down his throat, watching the purple of the flavored condom disappear into his depths with the aid of the spider gag strapped to his face that stretched his mouth open obscenely—just enough to make him take my thick cock like a good boy.
The shock of pleasure that shot through me was intensified by him gagging and spluttering around the invasion, his throat contracting around my shaft in the most delectable way.
And then there was the redhead on her knees behind him dutifully eating his ass in a frenzy as her big breasts swung at her frantic movements.
“Harder,” I ground out through the pleasurable reverie to the guy in leather pants behind me. I twisted a little, as much as I could do with one of my hands bound by a cuff and connected to a chain that was screwed into the ceiling.
A moment later, his teasing flicks of the leather whip shifted, and I heard the sharp crack in the air a moment before it connected harshly with my bare back, sending a stinging pain radiating through me.
It was sensory overload.
Just the way I liked it.
The way I needed it.
I sank into it, and thrust my hips wildly, basically skull-fucking the big guy taking my cock, chasing the building pleasure as the whip came down harder and faster, and I kept my eyes on the sexy naked woman digging her fingers into the ass of my cocksucker as she licked and ate, and teased him with sharp stabs of her fingers.
It was all coming together, colliding in a symphony of overwhelming sensations that threatened to devastate my body and mind alike. Fuck, yes!
The whip cracked across my ass cheeks, the harsh swings coming in rapid-fire succession, making me throw my head back in rapture.
“Ungh… fuck… yeah, that’s it.”
I saw the red head start curling and pounding three fingers in and out of my cocksucker’s ass, while slapping his shaft. He squealed around his big mouthful, his body shuddering wildly, as he then came, shooting his cum all over the floor and losing himself so much to it that he started humping the sleek, black hardwood floor like an animal.
Yeah.
I was right there. I could feel it coming, one epic release that would tear me apart at the seams and—
The door flew open, jolting all of us, and cutting into the erotic spell we’d all been caught up in.
I swung my head to see none other than Nico Marchetti kicking it shut, then striding in.
His sapphire eyes darkened, a mixture of twisted lust and anger blazing forth.
“Out,” he ordered my playthings, snapping his fingers harshly.
The woman scrambled up and snatched up her robe, hastily wrapping it around her, before nervously rushing past Nico and hauling ass out of the room. Dammit.
The whip wielder tossed his instrument of erotic pain down on the bed in the corner, adjusted his pants, then headed on out too.
My cocksucker tried to do the same, but I shoved him down to the root, keeping him there.
Nico was there in the next moment, forcibly removing my hand, then yanking on the guy’s hair and wrenching him off my cock.
I cried out as the shock of it had the guy using his teeth on the way up, grazing my shaft in the best way.
The guy removed the spider gag and then he was snatching up one of Nocturne’s provided crimson robes, too, then hightailing it out of the room.
“Jesus Christ, Nico,” I groused. “I was about to fucking come. Spectacularly, I might add.”
“Consider it your punishment.”
I grinned at him. “Punishment, huh? Speaking of, where’s my big boy?”
“Focus,” he said, disappearing behind me. I heard his footsteps heading over to the bed.
“I can’t do that with a raging hard dick,” I said, craning my neck to see what he was up to.
I watched him grab the key to the cuff from the mattress where I’d left it earlier.
“I told you, I was about to burst.”
He came back to me and reached up and unlocked the cuff and I dropped my arm, massaging my wrist.
I walked to the garbage can, ripped off the condom, then tossed it inside.
Grumbling under my breath at him ruining my much-needed session, I moved to pick my clothes up off the floor when he slapped my hand away from grabbing my pants.
“We’ll do it your way.”
“We will?” It wasn’t like him to be so accommodating when it came to urgent matters, such as the business I’d been away dealing with.
He merely nodded, then let out a sharp whistle.
In the next second, the door was opening again.
Then Emilio’s mammoth form stood at the threshold.
He took in the room, the deep-red walls with gold accents, the black bench along one wall lined with various plugs, vibrators, whips, and gags. Chains hanging from the center of the ceiling where I’d been just moments ago. There were two black leather saucer chairs at the far end of the room in either corner. And the centerpiece was the round king-size four-poster bed with crimson sheets with gold trim, the gold extending to the drapes hanging down. Each room in my private lifestyle club—what was commonly known as a sex club —was different, built for differing needs, desires, and kinks.
Once he was done giving the room a once-over, his attention centered on me.
His nostrils flared, his pretty espresso eyes narrowing.
He looked hotter than ever when he was pissed at me, all that impressive muscle bulging beneath his gray tank, those cords in his neck straining. I licked my lips at the noticeable hard-on pressing against his distressed blue jeans. “Hey, baby. Missed you too.”
He kicked the door shut, harder than necessary. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Those three were just my playthings for part of the night. A couple of hours at the most. Don’t get your sexy crimson boxers in a bunch.”
He growled and strode toward me, one menacing step at a time.
Delicious.
He kept his eyes on mine as he stopped in front of me.
“Stronzo,” he spoke through gritted teeth.
I slapped my hand to my heart. “Ouch.” As he glared out at me, I said, “I much prefer it when you call me Sunshine.”
“Well, I’m not exactly in the fucking mood to do that.”
“You were meant to seek us out immediately when you returned to the city,” Nico spoke.
“And I intended to, but I was a little worked up, so I decided to stop in here briefly first.”
“Briefly? You’ve been here for two hours,” Milo said.
“Well, you know me, baby. Stamina and all.”
That just earned me another growl.
Damn, he was really worked up. I knew the feeling all too well.
No more teasing then. That really wasn’t being received well. I could see Nico pacing up and down too, looking tense as fuck.
“Look, I didn’t mean any disrespect to you, Nico,” I said, looking out at him from around Milo’s beautifully broad chest, the sight of it and the appetizing familiar ocean scent of his wafting over me, making it harder than usual to think straight with how sexually worked up I currently was. “And I didn’t mean to slight you, big boy. I’d spent the last couple of weeks working my ass off to accomplish what you guys wanted and—”
“What we all wanted,” Nico corrected me.
“Fine, yeah. But either way, it was a lot. And you know I’ve gotta blow off a shitload of steam after something like that. I wanted to be clearheaded before I met with you, Nico.” I reached out and slid my hands to Milo’s hips. “And I didn’t want to risk unleashing too hard on you. Hence coming here and going the playthings route.”
For the first time since he’d walked in here, he actually allowed himself to drink in my naked body. All that anger and indignation gave way to some steaming-hot lust that had my dick jumping, especially when his gaze lingered there for several moments.
He flicked one of the golden hoops through my nipples, making me suck in a breath at the sharp sensation, fucking loving it.
I hesitated with it because of Nico’s presence and knowing he wanted to get down to business.
He caught my eye and gave a nod. “Have at it. I told you we’ll do this your way.”
Adding to the surprise of what he was offering, he went and took a seat in one of the saucer chairs in the corner, spreading his thighs and sinking back, settling in.
Hmm. He wanted to watch. That was his thing, just not with us. That was usually reserved for the viewing rooms here in my club.
“You all right?” I asked him.
“Fine.”
“He was playing with the princess again,” Milo told me, his eyes aflame now as he started running his fingers over my nipples and down my torso, across my abs, in teasing touches that were quickly driving me to distraction.
“Ah.” I winked at him. “Enjoy then. Take your pleasure. Even though you should be taking it with her by now.” I whistled. “Three years? That’s one hell of a long haul.”
“Everything is where it should be,” he answered in that usual cryptic way of his.
Kind of creepy, too.
His level of manipulation and how insanely calculative he could be was more than a little unnerving at times.
Good thing we were on the same side.
More than that—brothers.
The shit that had gone down a few years back had ensured that, bonding the three of us forever in a definitive and irreparable way.
“If you say so.”
Milo took my attention as he walked behind me and trailed his fingers over my back.
Usually, he traced the massive black angel wings that took up the length of the area.
But this time, I felt him tracing the marks from the whip, feeling the raw sensation of the grazes as the pads of his fingers brushed over them.
“Whoever did this broke skin. You wanted it hard.”
“I did.”
“You were getting your dick sucked too?”
“Yeah.”
“Condom?”
“Only bareback with you . That’s our deal.”
“A deal that gives you tons of pleasure from tons of different people.”
“You know I’m a lot to take and you don’t want to handle it all the time. Your words. Besides, you have your mafia groupies, your short-term girlfriends.”
Lately, he’d been showing signs of possessiveness and even jealousy, things I didn’t tolerate or entertain. He wanted it both ways.
That wasn’t gonna happen.
It wasn’t how I rolled, or how I could actually live my life.
It was why heading out on the mission Nico had sent me on had been good timing, putting distance between us for a couple of weeks.
I wasn’t about to let him go back to his bullshit right away now I was back.
He grunted, but didn’t speak to it more. Good.
My ability to talk more about anything was quickly evaporating with the ever-building need taking me over. Especially with him running his fingers all over my skin.
I pulled away and stalked to the bed, then threw myself onto it, my back bouncing on the soft mattress.
His eyes flamed and then he stripped off his jeans and boxers rapid-fire, and he was straddling me backwards in the next second, his beautiful ass in my face, and his mouth exactly where I wanted it, a hair’s breadth from my dick.
I grasped his shaft, finding it rock fucking hard for me.
I barely had to touch him before he was all over my cock, sucking my crown, tugging at my piercings with his teeth, the sharp bursts of pleasure he was eliciting making me buck beneath him.
I was sure he was tasting a whole lot of latex, but he didn’t give a fuck, clearly needing a piece of me so fucking badly, because he suddenly swallowed me down to the root.
“Jesus Christ!” I cried out, my hips lifting off the bed.
“Report,” I heard Nico order through it.
The moment the order was out there, Milo eased off my cock and took to giving my shaft teasing flicks of his tongue instead.
No.
I went to fist his spiky hair.
“No,” Nico’s voice boomed. “Report first.”
I fisted the sheets instead. “This is sexual torture.” I’d already been right on the verge of one major orgasm when he’d walked in here and interrupted with that commanding, no-nonsense air of his. And now this? “Come the fuck on, N.”
“ You come on, J. You were supposed to see me first. This is the fallout of that.”
“Holding my orgasm hostage?”
“Getting your attention.”
I groaned as Milo rolled my balls between his fingers, then slicked up my shaft so fucking slowly, it was driving me crazy.
He was doing Nico’s bidding, even with this.
“Fuck,” I groused. “It’s done, all right? Everything went according to plan with Reincourt Construction. After my initial generous bid was met with resistance, I went the aggressive route and won over the shareholders. It’s mine now and going there in person and meeting with their current clients enabled me to also secure ongoing projects and reassure clients that the company was in good and stable hands. All my staff are in position and settling in well. All that needs to happen is for you to start buying up more than fifty percent of the company’s shares in order to gain a controlling interest alongside me.”
“Excellent.”
“You’re gonna be using your shell company to do so, right? Keep the mafia ties out of it by not using your name?”
“Correct. Cronos Group will purchase the shares.”
His love for mythology—Roman, Greek, and a little Norse too—was certainly coming through with that. I didn’t know much about that subject matter, but he’d told me that Cronos had been a Greek God who’d brutalized and overthrown his father and made himself king of the world, basically.
Choosing that name had been pointed for him. It spoke to his troubled relationship with his father, Marco Marchetti. It was a relationship that had only been growing more troubled of late. The Don of the Marchetti Syndicate had been making some dangerous decisions, pushing Nico away in favor of his uncle, Leo, who was the current Underboss and known for being reckless and shortsighted. Leo had also taken to operating unofficially as Marco’s advisor ever since the death of Nico’s mom a couple of years back. Anna Marchetti had been Marco’s voice of reason, the love of his life and somebody with the influence over him to even manage to rein the brutal bastard in over the years. With her now gone, that calming effect upon him had gone right along with her. Things were growing more dangerous with every passing day, Marco proving himself to be one hell of a megalomaniac. He wanted to violate the truce that the three families had in the name of gaining greater power. Hell, in the name of taking all the power for himself.
The insanity of it all had us worried. Not just Nico and Emilio who were on the front lines of it all and officially part of the Marchetti Syndicate, but me, too. I had a lot of my business tied up with them. They skimmed profits from this club, operated gambling dens in the back rooms several times a week, and I’d also used certain city officials they had in their pockets to assist with permits and obtaining liquor licenses for my luxurious hotel chain, Opulent Grand Hotels in record time, all so I could build and develop my empire at a rapid rate.
While Nico was the Beast at the Gates, in essence, who protected the family from a whole lot of shit with his strategizing, quick thinking, and diplomacy, he was up against a lot right now. And because he was only twenty-five like me and Milo, he hadn’t been given the power he needed to be able to turn things around directly. Leo had gotten Underboss over him, despite Nico working his ass off since he was a teenager, to prove himself capable of such a role.
So, if he couldn’t turn it around, we’d now put a backup in place. Reincourt Construction was the cornerstone of our new empire that was located hundreds of miles away from the City of Tolhurst.
And, honestly, it seemed like Nico wanted out, anyway.
The dark nature of what he had to do for the family sometimes had infected him to the point that he’d developed what he called his feral side, where he got off on the violence and brutality to such an extent that it was close to being an actual fucked-up addiction.
It was why he watched and played voyeur at the club instead of participating. He was afraid he would destroy anyone he got carnal with, afraid he was too much to take. He wouldn’t let himself lose control sexually, so his only outlet there was violence when he had to punish his father’s enemies.
It was a massive strain on him and there was only so much anybody could take before they fucking snapped entirely. All that shit for him was already coming out in his weird obsession with Caterina Leone. Stalking, playing sick games with her and entertaining this war of theirs for so long. He thought he was in control when it came to that, but the very fact he was doing it meant he wasn’t. Even Milo agreed with me when we’d discussed it before and in his eyes Nico could never do any wrong, so that was really saying something.
Jesus Christ, it was a fucking mess.
But at least we had a way out in development now.
I could see that sinking in for him as he absorbed my news and undid his pants, pulling his big cock out that was raging hard and in need of some major attention. Unfortunately, it would just be getting it from his hand. Just like usual.
My thoughts came to a grinding halt when Nico snapped his fingers and Milo suddenly dove onto my cock again, swallowing me down to the balls in one move.
“Yes! Fuck, baby!”
He didn’t stop this time, his head bobbing up and down wildly, sucking, slurping and nipping at my cock.
Yes!
I reached around and gathered the dripping pre-cum from him, then brought it to his ass as I peeled a cheek back to expose his pretty asshole.
He trembled as I teased his hole, then pushed inside to the first knuckle, sliding in easily with how open he was to me, how badly he needed this.
He growled around my cock as I eased out, then thrust back in deep and hard.
I pounded in and out in the rough and brutal way we both liked, adding another finger and curling them both, grazing his sweet spot and making him grind his cock on the bed like a wild thing.
He started bucking back on me, trying to fuck his own ass on my fingers. At the same time, he went wild on my cock, choking and spluttering on his mouthful of me, but only pushing it harder, rougher, faster.
A storm of pleasure took me over and I threw my head back, digging the nails of my free hand into his back and scraping along his spine.
I caught sight of Nico in my peripheral vision, sitting in the corner and jerking his cock as he watched me and Milo playing with one another. I could see that he was getting off on Milo letting his animalistic side loose. Not surprising, considering it was clearly something he wanted to be doing himself.
As Milo scraped his teeth along my shaft, that was it for me, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me mercilessly that had me roaring out into the room and coming down his throat.
Milo drank me down ravenously and came all over the sheets.
A curse from Nico in the corner drew my attention, and I looked to see him spurting into his fist.
I eased my fingers from Milo’s ass and collapsed onto the bed, relief singing through me that I’d finally found one hell of a release and gotten a load of shit out of my system in the process.
Instead of Milo joining me lounging on the bed and basking in the afterglow, he surprised me as he stalked across the room to Nico, just his gray tank on, his muscular ass rippling and his still semi-hard cock bouncing against his stomach as he went.
Nico raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t get the chance to ask what was going on, because Milo showed him instead, snatching his cum-covered hand, then licking it all up, snarling like an animal as he did.
Holy fuck.
Nico looked on as stunned as I was, because the two of them just didn’t do that sort of thing together. That was just me and Milo all the way. Nico didn’t protest, though, just watching and shifting a little in his chair, in a rare relaxed state where he, for once, didn’t have the wherewithal to call the shots.
When Milo was done, he grinned at Nico, then winked at me.
And then he was pulling on his boxers and jeans. “So? Welcome back drinks?”
“Aww, knew you missed me, big boy.”
“Arrogant shit,” he said, before throwing my clothes at me, one piece at a time, until my full navy suit covered me like little blankets.
I turned and nuzzled into the pillows. “Give me five.” I’d been chasing my pleasure—and pain—hardcore for two straight hours before the two of them had even shown up. And prior to that, I’d been driving for five hours to get back. I needed to take a beat.
“Let him nap,” Nico told him, as he fixed himself back into his pants and rose from the chair. “He’s done a phenomenal job for us with the Reincourt Construction acquisition.” He smiled out at me. “I’m impressed.”
“It was all worth it. I’ve got you guys. Always.”
I closed my eyes, meaning to just for a second.
But my body had other ideas.
The last thing I was aware of was Milo stroking my hair and finally calling me Sunshine, his beloved pet name for me, just before I took that much-needed nap and fell asleep.
Peacefully for the first time in two weeks.
Because I was back with them.
Things just didn’t work without the two of them.
It was part of the reason I’d been so worked up—being away from them for so long.
It was really fucking good to be home.