5. Impaled
Chapter five
Impaled
(Danica)
Iopen my eyes with a start.
“What the actual fuck?” I ask, trying to decipher my surroundings.
Planted on either side of me, my Dons are covering my skin in what looks like…cake?
Have they gone insane?
Naked and streaked in chocolate, the boys are quite a sight to behold.
My sleepy mind does not know how to process this one.
Is this a dream?
Was the whole wedding a dream?
The aching in my exhausted body reminds me that nothing is, or was, a dream. The biggest failure of a wedding did, in fact, happen.
It’s too much to process; it’s too soon.
With a sigh, I shut down the image, compartmentalizing it into a back room of my brain. Not now.
Instead, I force my mind to the ridiculous chaos around me.
So much for my restful sleep.
It’s impossible to be mad at these two, though, not when the smiling faces are such a welcome change from the earlier gloom.
“Hey, you.” Dante pampering me with sticky kisses like this, is something I could get used to waking up to. He tastes like champagne and chocolate.
My robe lies open around me, covered in cake and crumbs, just like my skin is. Some good that bath did.
“You were missing all the fun, cara mia. I’m only here for one night…” Alessio explains as he smears more cake icing on my stomach.
It’s cold, unexpectedly so.
But I don’t get to ponder the feeling for too long.
I gasp loudly as Dante suddenly licks the cake from my breast, trapping my nipple between his teeth.
Instantly, lust flares up between my thighs, shaking the last of my sleepiness from my limbs.
“We can’t waste a good cake,” Alessio explains like it’s the most normal thing in the world to have an impromptu cake fight in bed after a day of death and destruction.
“Sure looks like you’re wasting it,” I retort, eyeing the massacred cake on the bedside, more than half of the tier reduced to crumbs. The happy couple figurine is nowhere to be seen.
Alessio doesn’t reply. Just digs his long fingers into the chocolate to claw off another piece.
With a devious grin on his face, he parts my legs, dragging the cake through my pussy, smearing my skin in a move that ripples shivers from my center to my extremities.
My breath hitches in my throat as the Joker leans down to lick the cake crumbs from my cunt, pushing my thighs further apart like a hungry animal.
Oh god! Arousal grates my bones, stirring a fluttering of lust in my belly. The things that man can do with his tongue!
Alessio keeps going long after the last morsel of chocolate is gone, teasing my clit with his tongue until I’m humming in lust, my hips bucking toward him like they’re being controlled by an invisible puppet master.
Dante does his part to arouse my nipples, teasing them until the little pebbles protrude from my skin, painfully hard. Like a good boy, he sucks and bites and licks until moans spill from my lips, a fountain overflowing.
I am no longer sleepy at all—just horny, oh-so horny.
The desire overshadows everything else, momentarily reducing my angst to a mere nagging feeling at the back of my head.
Alessio shoves one of his fingers inside my pussy, then two, and I come undone as the pleasure builds, forgetting any reality but the one that exists between these walls.
My moans speed up as Alessio’s fingers quicken their rhythm inside me, focusing my attention on the electric sensations sparking through my body.
Like a well-synced team, my Dons work me to orgasm, drawing the climax from my body in violent shakes and screams until I’m a panting mess, clutching desperately at the sticky sheets simply to hold onto something.
My chest heaves up and down as I try to ride the wave of pleasure surging through my veins like an electric fire.
Letting go, I sink into the wave, letting it rupture my reality into bliss. I needed this more than I realized.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp when the rush of my orgasm finally subsides enough for me to open my eyes again.
The boys are sitting beside me with their cake-streaked naked bodies, watching me intently.
“It was Alessio’s idea.” Dante shrugs, passing the blame.
“A bit of stress relief is always a good idea, no?” Alessio grins as I pull him towards me.
“I was sleeping,” I say in mock protest as I kiss him messily, enjoying the cum, the cake, the desire dripping from his lips.
“There will be plenty of time to sleep later, cara. Tonight, we celebrate.” He plants a kiss on my forehead affectionately and I stare into those intense amber pools I have lost myself in so many times.
I sigh. “What is there to celebrate? Everything is a mess.” The heaviness sinks down on my shoulders again, threatening to ruin the mood.
“For now,” Dante says, kissing the side of my head. “But we can plan another—”
I interrupt him. “No, I don’t want to think about that now. Please.”
“Of course. Champagne?” Dante thankfully changes the subject, saving the moment.
“It’s time!” Alessio is far more excited about champagne than I would ever be, but I enjoy watching the naked god of a man open the bottle with an effortless grace.
The cork flies into the ceiling with a bang, and Alessio quickly wraps his lips around the bottle to prevent any gushing liquid from spilling.
When he hands me the bottle, I take a big swig, almost choking when the bubbles tickle my nose. A drop makes it down my chin, and Dante licks it off my neck like a thirsty predator.
Champagne in hand, I slip off my dirty bathrobe, joining the men in their nakedness.
With every sip, I feel myself get lighter.
We have the first bottle in bed and the second one dancing naked around the room to a playlist Alessio insists is perfect for the occasion.
The guys are so much taller than me; I’m dwarfed between their chests as they sandwich me between them—an act that gives me great joy. Especially feeling their respective erections digging into my abs, so hard, so ready.
Alessio on my left and Dante on my right, I take one cock per palm, rubbing them against my skin, against each other, as I first kiss my darling groom and then our lover, sipping on their moans until they’re both mad with lust.
And me? I know I’m wet, so fucking wet. Who wouldn’t want to be with two Italian gods ready to serve your every need?
Reaching an arm around Dante’s neck, I pull myself up to whisper in his ear. “I want you inside me, boy.” In my hand, his cock shivers at the mere suggestion.
Dante gasps, his voice barely audible, “Any day.”
I look to Alessio, who just grins at me as I add, “Both of you.”
“I hope you have enough lube,” the Vegas Joker says confidently, looking down at his dick in my hand.
He’s right; we’ll need more lube—he’s pretty big. Not as big as Dante, but still big—especially for my back entrance.
But it isn’t the first time, and Alessio knows how to get me to relax around him, to take all of him.
The first time he entered me from behind was so uncomfortable, and I still prefer him at the other entrance, but there is something so incredible about having them both inside at the same time. It makes me feel like a powerful Goddess!
I push Dante down on the bed, and he offers no resistance, going where I move him. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I kneel before him in the same way he usually kneels before me. But it’s not the same at all, because the power is still mine.
Seductively, I close my lips around his sensitive tip, slowly teasing his cock to full hardness as I suck him off.
Dante groans, quivering under my tongue as I lick the pre-cum from his skin.
When I am satisfied that he’s hard enough, I climb onto the bed, stealing a messy kiss as I hover over my fiancé who should’ve been my husband by now.
I kiss his eyelids. “Hey, you.”
“Tesoro.” Dante smiles, both hands over my tits like magnets drawn to metal.
Narrowing my eyes, I tell him exactly what to expect, “I’m going to fuck you into oblivion, you ready?”
Dante’s breath hitches; it’s beautifully obvious. “I’m yours,” he pants in a whisper. “With or without the ceremony.”
“And you’re mine,” I confirm as I affectionately brush a stray curl from his forehead. “Now, hold still, Don Fera. No coming without permission, yeah?”
Dante nods, and I reposition my body so his cock rests against my entrance, so close.
Just to tease him, I drag his tip through my wetness a few times before guiding him inside me, impaling myself on his length.
Oh god, he feels so good.
Familiar.
Home.
The perfect shape and fit.
Made for me.
Any and all of the above.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I allow the moans of pleasure to flow freely. Not for a second do I consider muffling my cries.
I don’t care who hears me. All I care about right now is how good Dante feels inside me as I slowly push myself up and down with my knees digging into the bed, one on either side of his waist.
His hands never leave my breasts as he holds me up, massages my skin.
With a wicked grin on my face, I stop my thrusting as suddenly as I start, driving Dante to loud protests as he tries in vain to push deeper into me. But we both know he’s not the one in charge. The Don beneath me sighs, relieved, as I start moving again.
Beside us, Alessio is stroking his cock leisurely as he enjoys the view of my thick ass bouncing up and down his boyfriend’s cock.
Knowing that he’s there watching fans my lust to a frenzy.
But I’m not through torturing my darling groom.
I slow my movements to a halt again, waiting to see what Dante will do.
“Please, Danica…” Dante whines, his cock just resting inside me, warm and needy. “Have a heart,” he pleads.
I grin mischievously, leaning down to kiss him. “A heart won’t help you right now.”
“Is this my cue?” Alessio asks when I finally withdraw my lips from Dante’s, leaving us both panting.
“My ass is yours,” I tell the Joker, leaning back to accept a messy kiss.
“I like the sound of that.” He playfully smacks my bum before getting into position.
I gasp loudly as Alessio’s finger finds my backside, rubbing cold lube around my back hole before dipping inside.
Involuntarily, I clench tightly around his digit.
He caresses my ass, trying to get me to relax. “Breathe, cara,” Alessio instructs, and I focus on Dante’s eyes, counting to ten and starting over until the tension leaves. His eyes always center me again, those intense pools of emerald that look at me with such adoration—he is my calm, my rock.
“You ready for another?” Alessio asks, and I nod in confirmation.
His second finger stretches me even wider until I’m almost uncomfortably full. Almost.
The initial soreness wears off quickly as I breathe my way into relaxation while Alessio fingers my ass.
Beneath me, Dante is still rock-hard but diligently still as he watches my face intently.
Alessio kisses the back of my neck, moving my hair away to create a path for his lips, making my short neck hairs rise and my skin dimple.
Without warning, the Joker pulls his fingers out, and I bite my bottom lip to distract me from how empty I feel.
I know it’s only temporary, though.
Weaving my fingers through Dante’s chest hair for support, I try to brace myself for the next part.
Alessio adds more lube, as promised, before pressing his hardness where his fingers played moments before.
He’s ready.
So am I.
We stopped using condoms with him a while back already—only with him. My birth control is still doing its job, and Alessio regularly gets tested. Well, that and he promised always to use protection with his other partners.
I hold my breath, focusing on the feeling of Alessio’s cock pressed against me.
He definitely seems too big to fit.
But I know he isn’t.
“Fill me, please,” I moan, pushing my ass out towards him.
“Such a needy little kitty.” Alessio laughs, smacking my bum playfully. “Your wish is my command. Relax, cara.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, focusing on my ass. On taking Alessio. Stretching around him.
With his hands on my hips, he finally pushes inside, filling me to the brim and then some.
Oh god, it hurts.
I clench my fists around Dante’s chest hair, tugging, my eyes still shut firmly. His gentle caresses are soothing as he grounds me in the moment.
And then it’s all over, the pain, the initial discomfort. It all gives way to the most glorious pleasure. Oh god, to be penetrated from both sides.
Alessio kisses my neck, whispering dirty words of encouragement in my ear as I relax into the sensation. “There you go, all in. You take me so well,” he says, his lips brushing my shoulder blade to pamper my skin with his kisses.
For a moment, the three of us just remain like that—interlocked but unmoving—Dante and I on the bed with Alessio’s feet planted firmly on the floor behind me.
Not gonna lie, I had to Google this position to figure out the logistics the first time we tried it, but now it was no longer that complicated getting impaled from both sides.
“Can one of you just move already?” Dante complains beneath us, and I open my eyes with a smile.
“Almost ready,” Alessio responds, sneaking a hand around to my clit, the other still firmly on my hip.
But I don’t get to focus on the sensation. Because Alessio finally starts moving, fucking my ass in deep, slow movements that make the room spin and my insides twist with need.
I gasp as his fingers circle my sensitive bud, rubbing my clit in tandem with his thrusts while another orgasm starts to build between my thighs—far quicker than I ever thought possible.
“Fuck,” I rasp as the tingling spreads.
My skin is instantly on fire!
Stimulated from all sides, there is no way I can last long like this.
But I don’t want to last.
No, I want to fall apart entirely, fucked into oblivion, until nothing remains of this bloody day but cake crumbs and cum.
Make me forget, please.