Chapter 20
Lightning races down my spine at the soft caress of his words. I haven’t been fucked in ages.
“Top drawer all the way to the left,” I mutter.
The moment he moves from behind me, Rylan is undoing the buttons of my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders.
“I owe you,” he says, dropping the shirt at our feet, ripping the bottom few buttons in his haste. “The next time you give me a blowjob like that and then walk out, I’m following you and forcing you to your knees. Understand?”
I groan. He drags his hands down my chest, letting his calluses and nails dig into my skin. His woodsy scent dominates the space, blending with Dominic’s citrus like they were meant to be taken together.
A sentiment I wholeheartedly agree with.
“A man actually gave you a blowjob you liked?” Dominic tucks his hands into his slacks, his shirt nowhere to be seen. Had he taken it off while getting the lube?
The question dies in my throat as the sight of his body distracts me. His skin is a beautiful dark tan. Small scars overlay most of his torso, a larger, circular one just under the ribs. His hair is undone, the messy black waves falling on his forehead.
He’s gorgeous. My dick twitches.
“Shocking, I know.” Rylan’s voice is dry.
Dominic hums and steps up beside him, his eyes intent on me. Somehow, I know the question perched on his lips, and I close the distance between us before he can ask it. His mouth is firm and warm, and I let myself sink into the feel of his kiss—more controlled and calculating than Rylan’s—until my body glows with desire.
I pull away and sink to my knees, undoing his slacks and letting his cock fill my hands. Wordlessly, he hands off the lube to Rylan. Anticipation tightens my stomach.
Fuck, even his dick is pretty.
“Should be illegal how pretty you are,” I mutter.
Dominic laughs. “My little sister hates it, too, if that makes you feel any better.”
“I sure as fuck hope Alessia hasn’t seen your dick, Dom,” Rylan grunts.
I smile. Dominic starts to say something in Italian but cuts off as I take him in my mouth, letting my lips stretch around the head of his cock. He’s large enough that my jaw aches after a few moments, but I ignore the discomfort, watching his face for what touches he prefers. He laces his fingers in my hair, cupping the back of my neck, as he starts murmuring in Italian.
Most phrases are too low and quick for me to understand, but when I take him deeper, relaxing my throat until the head of his cock touches the back of it, he bites out, “Madre de Dio, Tesoro. Vai più piano.”
I pull away from him. “Quieter?”
He shakes his head and presses against the nape of my neck, urging me back toward him. “Slower. I don’t want to come before Rylan takes you.”
Everything speeds up, all of us moving with a desperation that belies Dominic’s easy words and Rylan’s steady hands on my body. By the time I’m tasting Dominic’s skin again, Rylan kneels behind me, spreading lube along my ass with the calm, confident touch of a man that’s done it often.
I groan as he works into me, each finger a careful intrusion until I’m a panting, sweaty mess, trying to hold onto any thought as I take Dominic deeper into my mouth again.
“Perfetto,” Dominic murmurs. He cups my cheek, tracing over my lips stretched around him, and smiles. Their scents drown me, and I revel in it. An Alpha scenting for me is practically a miracle. Having two? It might just give me a complex.
I moan as Rylan pulls away, and the snap of the lube’s lid rings through the space, overpowering Dominic’s low panting. Rylan’s invasion is slow and steady, and I’m trembling by the time he seats himself entirely, his hips flush with my ass.
“Fuck, Jasper,” he mutters.
I moan around Dominic’s dick, and both men laugh.
It takes an awkward couple minutes for us to figure out a rhythm that works. The moment it clicks, Rylan reaches around my hip and wraps his hand around my shaft, his hold tight enough that my stomach clenches. He strokes me, from root to tip and back, and I grab Dominic’s thighs to keep from collapsing against him.
I’m going to be lucky to last minutes with the way he claims my body so completely.
It’s like both men can tell it, too, because their movements speed up, Dominic’s thorough claiming of my mouth forcing my mind to empty. Rylan moves behind me, his dick a slash of heat inside me that I didn’t realize I craved so thoroughly.
“Cazzo,” Dominic mutters. “Your mouth, Tesoro?”
I nod, looking up at him, holding his gaze as he falls apart. His lips are parted, his breaths sawing out of him, a thin sheen of sweat coating his body and making it even more appealing. He grunts, his pace faltering, and then I can taste him on my tongue, salty and earthy and him. I swallow as he pulls away, grinning at his low, choked groan.
Rylan grabs my throat and runs his teeth along the shell of my ear. I let my eyes flutter closed.
“Your turn,” he whispers.
His touch disappears from me, and I cry out at its loss. His hand presses on the low of my back as he chuckles. I drop to my elbows, pressing my cheek to the cool floor, and try to catch my breath.
Holy hell can the man fuck.
His touch isn’t gone for long, though, before he’s stroking me again. That telltale feeling gathers at the base of my dick, and I groan. He picks up his pace, and whatever was left of my mind fades away, my body lost to the sensations he’s forcing from it.
“Oh God,” I gasp, fire shooting down my spine and through my dick. It twitches in Rylan’s grasp. I feel the warm splashes of cum on my belly and sternum a moment before Rylan still behind me with a hard curse. He pulls out, cum lashing my back.
I sink to the ground and try to catch my breath. They don’t allow me to for long. Dominic runs his hands through my hair and encourages me to roll over, running a soft washcloth up my chest. Rylan disappears into his bathroom for a minute before returning, his own dick hidden by a new pair of sweats.
Dominic tosses the washcloth toward the kitchen, and then pulls me into his arms, stretching out on the rug beside me. Rylan settles in behind me, and I allow my eyes to close again.
How the hell did I end up here?