Chapter 5 Anabel
Five
Anabel
I reach for Cole’s shirt, my fingers fumbling the last few buttons free.
He lets me push it off his shoulders, his skin deliciously warm under my touch.
I trace the lean lines of his chest, the dip of his stomach, and he sucks in a breath.
His hands find my hips, holding me steady as I work his belt loose, then his zipper.
I blush when I see the wet spot I’ve left on his pants from grinding on him.
I move off him and onto the bed so he can shove his pants and boxer briefs down.
When he’s finally naked, I let myself look. Really look. His body is lean but strong, his skin flushed. His cock is a work of art, thick and long with a beautifully flared head and heavy balls. Pre-cum beads at the tip, dripping down his length, and my mouth waters.
Luca’s gaze locks onto Cole’s cock, and his lips part like he wants to do a hell of a lot more than look.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough.
“So hard for her. So thick. That pretty cock is leaking just for her, isn’t it?
” His fingers twitch like he’s fighting the urge to reach out and touch, and as insane as it is, I wish he would.
“You want to fuck her with it, don’t you?
You want to feel how tight and wet she is around you. ”
Cole’s face burns, his cock twitching under Luca’s praise. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah,” he admits, voice cracking. “I do.”
Luca smirks, slow and filthy. “Good boy.” Cole whimpers slightly, making my pussy twitch. “Now sit back down. Take her onto your lap, back against your chest. Hook her legs over yours and spread her wide.”
Cole does as he’s told and pulls me onto his lap, my back pressing against his chest. His cock nestles against the curve of my ass, hot and hard, and I can’t help but wiggle against him.
He moans, his fingers digging into my thighs as he lifts my legs, draping them over his, baring me completely.
My pussy clenches at being so exposed, not just for Cole, but for Luca.
Luca’s gaze drops to my pussy, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip.
“Look at that pretty cunt,” he growls. “So pink. So wet. That little clit is already swollen, begging for attention, isn’t it?
” His fingers trace the air absently, like he’s imagining touching me.
“Touch her,” Luca commands. “Make her feel good.”
Cole’s hand hovers over my pussy, hesitant. His fingers brush my inner thigh, and I gasp. I’m desperate to be touched. To be played with.
Luca slowly rises from the chair, lifting his gaze from my pussy.
His eyes meet mine, and I nod, just once.
I don’t know what he has planned. I don’t care.
All I know is that this feels right. All of it.
He moves closer, and I find myself spreading my legs wider in silent invitation.
He takes Cole’s hand, guiding it between my legs.
“Like this,” he says, pressing Cole’s fingers against my dripping entrance, and I let out a shuddery moan at the contact.
“Feel how wet she is for you.” His fingers curl around Cole’s, sliding through my slick juices, spreading my wetness over my clit.
I whimper gratefully. “Circles,” he instructs.
“Slow at first. Watch her face. Listen to her sounds.”
Cole’s fingers move under Luca’s guidance, the tips of Luca’s fingers grazing me as he guides Cole. His touch is hesitant at first, but Luca’s hand over his keeps him steady. I sigh and moan as his fingers glide over my clit, the pressure just right.
“Good,” Luca purrs. “Now faster. She likes that, don’t you, cara?” His free hand brushes my hair back, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Look at her. She’s melting into your touch.”
Cole’s fingers pick up speed, and he groans as he kisses my neck.
His other hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple, and I moan, my hips rocking against his touch.
Luca’s fingers tighten around Cole’s, pressing harder, circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Like he can read my mind and knows exactly what I need.
I mean, he is a god. Maybe he can read my mind.
At that, his eyes cut towards me and he winks.
Good lord.
“How does she feel?” asks Luca, still guiding Cole’s hand.
“Fuck,” Cole groans, his cock twitching against my ass. “She’s so hot and wet. So soft.”
Luca’s fingers leave Cole’s, and I whimper at the loss. Cole’s hand stills, but Luca’s voice cuts through the haze Cole and I both seem to be under.
“Keep going,” he says as he sits back down in his chair. “Don’t let her come yet. Just tease her.”
Cole moans and circles my clit again, slower this time, his touch maddeningly light. I whine, my hips twitching, chasing the pressure I need. Luca watches us as Cole toys with my clit, his hand moving over the thick outline of his cock through his pants.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with want. “So sweet. So perfect.” His gaze flicks between us, his lips curling into a gorgeous smile. “My little treasures.”
The words knock all the hair out of me, going straight to my heart and making it flutter against my ribs. Little treasures. Yes. That’s exactly what I want to be to this man. This god. His precious little treasure. I want it so badly I can taste it.
I moan, loud and needy. Cole groans against my neck, his cock leaking all over my lower back. Luca’s praise is intoxicating, dirty, and possessive. I want more. So much more.
Luca’s hand moves faster over his cock, his breath coming quicker. “Cole, lay her down on bed, feet towards me. Spread her wide. I want to see every inch of her.”
Cole’s hands slide under my thighs and he lifts me effortlessly. He lays me back on the bed, my legs falling open, exposing my ridiculously wet and swollen pussy. He looks at Luca, waiting for his next instructions.
“On your knees between her pretty thighs,” Luca commands. “Make her squirm. Make her beg for your mouth.”
Cole obeys, dropping to his knees in front of me, and it’s like something out of one of my dirtiest fantasies.
His hands slide up my legs, his fingers grazing over my skin as he spreads me wider.
His mouth brushes the inside of my thigh, making goosebumps erupt across my skin.
I whimper, my hips lifting, my clit aching for his tongue.
He kisses higher, his breath hot against my swollen flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste me in a teasing lick.
“Please,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his curls. I feel like I’m about to fall apart. “Cole, please. Please.”
“She begs so sweetly,” says Luca, his voice raw. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is,” Cole agrees. He looks up and meets my eyes. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long, Ana. Wanted every single part of you. Your heart. Your cunt.”
“I’ve wanted exactly this, too,” I say, heart pounding. “I’ve wanted you so much it hurts.”
“Anabel,” he sighs, and his lips trail higher, his tongue dragging along my skin, but he avoids my pussy, teasing me, torturing me. His fingers press into my thighs, holding me open, and I can feel his breath on my clit, so close but not close enough.
Luca’s voice is rough, commanding, as he tells Cole exactly how to eat me out. “Flatten your tongue and drag it up her slit, nice and slow. Start at her entrance and lick all the way to her clit. Don’t rush. Let her feel every inch of your mouth on her.”
Cole groans, his breath hot against my pussy, and then his tongue is dragging up my slit just like Luca ordered. I let out a long, loud moan, my back arching off the bed, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Cole!”
“Good,” Luca murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “Now circle her clit with the tip of your tongue. Light pressure. Tease her.”
Cole obeys, his tongue working over my clit in agonizingly slow circles.
My thighs tremble and my hips jerk up, chasing his mouth.
Luca’s gaze burns into me, his hand moving over his cock through his pants, his breathing ragged.
He stands from his chair, his cock tenting his pants, and sits beside me on the bed, clearly unable to stay away from us.
Good. I don’t want him to stay away. I want him here, with us, where he belongs. I reach out and brush my fingers against his thigh, and he sighs.
“Look at you,” Luca growls, his voice low and filthy as he watches Cole eat my pussy. “So wet and needy. How does his mouth feel, cara? How does his tongue feel on your sweet little clit?” His fingers tighten around his cock, his knuckles whitening.
“So good,” I moan, hips shifting restlessly as pleasure builds and builds inside me. “Everything I knew it would be and more.”
Luca strokes my hair out of my face, staring down at me with something hot and sweet in his eyes. “So very pretty with your legs spread like this while he feasts on your pussy. So fucking beautiful.” He sounds almost…wistful.
I moan, chasing Cole’s mouth with my hips, Luca’s words twisting me up, making it hard to breathe.
“Suck her clit, Cole. Take it between your lips and suck it into your mouth.”
Cole moans against my pussy, the vibration making me whimper, and then his mouth closes over my clit.
He sucks, hard, polishing my clit with his tongue, and I practically scream, my hips lifting off the bed.
Luca’s free hand slides up my thigh, his touch like a brand, holding me open wider for Cole.
“Fuck, yes,” Luca groans. “Just like that. Eat her gorgeous cunt. Such a good boy, making her feel so good.”
Cole slides two long fingers inside me, curling, pressing against a spot that makes my vision blur. He works my clit with his lips and tongue, sucking, licking, kissing, slurping. I’m so close to the edge, my body trembling, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Luca shifts, his thigh brushing mine, and I whimper at the contact.
His fingers slide into my hair, tilting my head so I meet his molten gaze.
“Anabel,” he says, and the sound of my name on his lips makes my heart beat faster.
“I can smell how much you’re enjoying this. He must be doing a good job.”
“He is,” I moan, hips writhing, pussy on fire.
Luca’s thumb traces my lower lip, and I part for him instinctively, my tongue flicking out to taste him.
The salt of his skin is delicious, and at that first taste, it’s like a part of him invades me.
I can hear his laughter, taste his divinity, smell his lust. He groans as I tease the pad of his thumb with my tongue. “Fuck, cara. You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good,” I manage. Our eyes meet, hold, and then Luca’s mouth is on mine, hot and demanding, his tongue sweeping in to claim me. I moan into the kiss, my fingers spearing into his hair as his hand slides down my body, his fingers brushing against my inner thigh.
I can taste everything Luca is in this kiss. I can taste all of the love he carries inside him. I can taste his desire for me, for Cole. I can taste his loneliness, shocking in its intensity. I can taste his trembling need to belong, to be loved. It’s all there, filling me up.
Cole groans like a man possessed at the sight of us kissing, his tongue working over my clit in feverish circles. The dual sensation of Luca’s mouth on mine and Cole’s mouth on my pussy has me hovering right on the edge of orgasm.
Luca breaks the kiss, his breath ragged.
Cole’s tongue works me over with long, slow licks, and I gasp as Luca’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Tell me,” Luca demands, his voice a dark rasp as he glances down at Cole. “How does she taste?”
Cole lifts his head, his mouth glistening with me. “Sweet,” he says, his voice ragged. “Like I knew she would.”
He glances up at me from between my thighs, then at Luca, and there’s a beat of silence. I nod, my breath catching in my throat. I want this. I want them. I need to belong to both of them.
And I think Luca needs that, too.
Cole nods at me. We both want the same thing. Each other, and Luca. He looks up at Luca, and when he speaks, I can hear the certainty in his voice. “Come find out.”