6. Spent
Chapter six
Spent
(Dante)
Even as pleasure builds at my core, part of my mind races with questions.
Who ordered the attack?
Why now?
The throbbing at the base of my skull matches my pulse—pain and pleasure tangling together until I can't tell which is which.
But here, between my Queen and my Vegas Joker, I can almost forget.
Almost.
My body moves on instinct while my thoughts drift to security protocols, to the guards I'll need to replace, to the weakness in our defenses that let this happen.
“Dante, darling…” Danica's kiss pulls me back to now, to this moment. To being just Dante. Just theirs.
I come undone as Danica pushes herself up on her knees, my painfully hard cock sliding out just an inch. Fuck, she’s so wet.
After remaining still inside her for so long, so close to coming, so desperate, the little bit of friction is enough to drive me wild!
Even more so when Alessio pushes her back down, spearing her on my cock as we all moan in unison.
What a beautiful sight—Danica and Alessio hovering over me. I love looking at their faces, especially when they are so exquisitely etched with desire, with lust, with need.
I reach for Danica’s breasts, holding them up as she bounces on top of me, propelled by Alessio’s punishing pace. My circuits are ablaze with sensation.
There is nothing left in my mind but the aching need to come.
But that’s not up to me.
I’m at their mercy, my body pinned to the bed.
No leverage.
There is nothing for me to do but submit. Let go.
I gladly sink into the freedom.
It takes a few beats before we all find our rhythm, but when everyone’s movements sync up, the room fills with a symphony of grunts and moans in three different registers.
My Vegas love grins down at me, his long hair falling over his shoulders, and I blow him a kiss, much to Danica’s delight.
She tugs at my chest hair, making me hum for her, and I shift my gaze to hers.
I don’t know how she can concentrate on anything with us both filling her, but Danica slowly fans her fingers over my nipples before grabbing on, twisting with all her might as she continues to bounce on top of my cock.
The result is the most incredible pain-pleasure combo that almost sends me over the edge right there and then.
It takes every ounce of concentration to keep myself from coming inside her.
I can’t, not now, not without permission.
Dio mio!
I try to focus on something else. Something other than my body.
Danica. I focus on Danica. She looks magnificent from this view, from any view. My lighthouse in the storm. My anchor.
Starting from her right ear, I slowly scan down, tracing the familiar contours of her skin as my own body turns to mush, boneless.
Her figure has changed so much from all the training and combat sports. Her natural curves are still there, the thick ass, the huge tits that I love so much, but her stomach is flatter, her arms gaining definition.
My favorite part is her thighs—they are still as thick as ever, but now they are more muscular. Sometimes, I imagine them around my neck, squeezing until I can’t breathe anymore. It’s an incredibly erotic thought, one that never fails to get me hard.
I would appreciate my Queen in any shape or form, but I love seeing how much fulfillment her newfound strength brings her. Her growing confidence is electrifying.
“Faster. Fuck me faster, boy,” Danica tells Alessio, daring him. Not that he needs much encouragement.
He answers without missing a beat, “Gladly, cara.”
My bride lets out a loud howl he complies, the most beautiful sound that drives me damn near feral.
And then she does something that does drive me wild—she wraps her hands around my throat like a collar, holding on for dear life, squeezing the sides with, as Alessio fucks us both into another existential plane.
When the Joker speeds up his fingers over her clit, Danica’s face turns as desperate as mine.
I love how she bites her bottom lip, how her skin dots in goosebumps…
Time passes in songs playing softly in the background and increasingly desperate moans of bodies on the brink of climax.
When the third song starts, I know I’m in trouble. My cock is throbbing, ready—I’m moments from exploding.
“Please!” The word is but an urgent whisper, but Danica can see the plea in my eyes, the familiar desperation on my face.
“Do you want to come, my love?” she asks like she doesn’t know the answer, her face twisting into a grin.
“I can’t hold it,” I tell her, trying to convey my desperation with my trembling voice.
“That makes two of us,” Alessio adds between gasping breaths, slowing the rhythm of his thrusts.
Danica smiles. “Three if you keep going like that.”
“Where do you want this cum?” Alessio asks, and a mischievous look befalls my bride’s face.
“On my tits, both of you,” she answers without missing a beat.
Alessio shoots me a look, and I nod. “On three,” he announces before starting his countdown.
When the final number rings out, he pulls out quickly, and Danica topples onto me, gasping like someone’s dumped an ice bucket onto her.
Alessio stretches out leisurely before wrapping his arms around Danica from behind, effortlessly lifting her off my dripping cock.
I instantly miss the warmth of her. Of them both.
Standing up feels strange, and I take a moment to get my bearings.
I’m slightly lightheaded, and my neck is achy despite the painkillers, but nothing trumps the need to come. The urge consumes me. Wholly.
When the world stops spinning and I look up, I notice that Alessio’s as hard as I am, pre-cum leaking from his tip. No surprise there.
Holding her palms face up, Danica demands our cocks, and we gladly oblige, placing them in her hands. It’s a ritual that never fails to bring a massive grin to that beautiful face.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulls us closer by the dicks, pressing our hardnesses into her chest, rubbing sensitive skin on sensitive skin.
Alessio moans loudly and I’m not far behind.
We’re in this together with Danica in charge, driving us delirious with desire as she rubs our cocks against her nipples, over her breasts, somehow keeping a steady rhythm in both hands.
“Are you boys ready to come for me?” our Queen whispers seductively, darting her gaze between Alessio and me. “You have permission,” she adds, and I shudder in anticipation. Those magical words I’ve been waiting to hear. Permission. Oh, Dio.
Not that Alessio needs permission, but he politely waits for it whenever Danica demands it.
We both nod eagerly, primal groans filling the room as she milks the orgasms from our cake-crusted, tired bodies. It doesn’t take long. Less than one song.
I topple over the edge first, my body jerking like a reed in the wind as ropes of cum shoot over Danica’s beautiful tits.
Alessio follows close on my heels, adding to the spunk artwork on our Queen’s skin.
“Good,” Danica encourages, not stopping for a second as we wither in her grip, gasping, desperate, spent, “Give me everything you have.” Mercifully, she lets us go before the overstimulation becomes unbearable.
Keeping her gaze locked on us, she smears the cum over her whole chest, her abs, mixing it all in a sticky mess that glistens on her milky skin.
Fuck, it’s so hot!
Panting heavily, I reach over to kiss her, and she pulls me down onto the bed, her stickiness rubbing off on me.
Alessio joins us in the cuddle pile as Danica reaches for the bedside drawer to pull out her trusty wand.
“Don’t move,” she tells us, lying back down between Alessio and me, cradled in both our arms like a hammock made of flesh, our sticky bodies pressed against her.
As Alessio and I watch with rapid breaths, Danica reaches the wand between her thighs to finish the job quicker than any of us ever could.
She throws her head back, and a magnificent whimper dances into the room.
Pulling her into me, I kiss her deeply, swallowing her moans, my other hand massaging her breast in slow patterns.
Alessio lends a hand, or rather a mouth, closing his lips around a cum-stained nipple, biting down just enough to make Danica groan into our kiss.
Less than two songs later, Danica reaches her own crescendo as the music does, contributing a chorus of gasps and whimpers to the background tune as she orgasms.
We hold her close as she shivers and shakes, screaming in ecstasy as the wand achieves its mission of release.
When she finally comes down from her high, we just hold each other—all three of us—a sticky, spent mess of cake, sweat, and cum.
Soon after, reality crashes back as we lie tangled in sheets and each other. With the painkillers wearing off, my skull increasingly throbs—as much from my injury as from the dark thoughts I can no longer push away. Someone wanted us dead. Someone got close enough to try.
The Russians shouldn't have been able to get that far into our territory, let alone into our wedding. We had security. We had protocols. We had...
I pull Danica closer, breathing in her scent while watching shadows play across the ceiling. She could have died today. They could have killed her, my Queen, my home, all because I made her part of this world. Part of my war.
Alessio's hand finds my chest in the darkness, steady and warm, but even his touch can't quiet my racing mind. If they knew about the wedding, what else do they know?
You could emphasize the intrusive nature of the memory:
I close my eyes, but immediately, the image of Carlo's lifeless body appears unbidden, as if etched behind my eyelids—blood soaking into the grass, into the once-white dress.
Cazzo!
How many more will die before this ends? How many more lives will I risk trying to protect what's mine?
There are no answers. Just more questions. More threats.
It’s Alessio who speaks first, saving me from the spiral. “So much for that shower earlier.” He pushes a strand of hair from Danica’s sweaty forehead before seeking her lips with his own.
“A second shower seems in order,” she replies, dragging her finger over her abs before licking the cum mix from her digit like it’s a delectable dessert.
It could be mine, it could be Alessio’s, or both of ours.
What an arousing thought.
My dick perks up like it hasn’t had enough attention yet.
“But first, I need to pee,” Danica announces, as she usually does at this point. Something about avoiding infections…
As she wiggles out between us, I scoot closer to Alessio to rest my head in the nook of his armpit, enjoying his warmth, his proximity, as our heart rates slowly fall back into a regular beat.
Affectionately, he strokes my hair, planting a kiss firmly on my lips.
“Perhaps we should have some more champagne and see where the night leads us,” the Joker suggests like our day has but begun, as he playfully tugs at my resting cock.
I wish I knew where his seemingly boundless energy came from because I am ready to sleep for days.
But it isn’t time for sleeping yet…