Chapter 20 - Andrew #2
I pushed his legs to his chest and teased his hole with my finger, pushing in just the tip. He moaned again, his eyes rolling back into his head.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said, watching him writhe as I twisted my finger gently inside him. He murmured something in Italian that sounded a lot like begging.
I added another finger. It would drive him crazy to draw out his pleasure as long as possible, so that’s what I would do. And then I would fuck him hard enough that maybe, just maybe, I could calm my inner Alpha. I scissored my fingers slightly, opening him, and he hissed in pleasure.
Through the cloud of my scent and Gabriel’s, I could still smell Bridget. At first, as I teased Gabriel’s cock until he was leaking pre-cum and begging incoherently, I thought it was just the lingering scent on our skin.
But no. It was getting stronger.
It was the noise outside the door that finally got my full attention. A whimper, barely audible. If Gabriel and I hadn’t been trying our best to be quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it.
Gabriel froze beneath me.
I waited a split second before pouncing off the bed, pulling on my shorts, and opening the door.
Bridget was there, of course. Who else could it have been? Her hand was down the front of those fucking shorts, her long legs on display. She removed her hand quickly, but a bead of what was unmistakably slick rolled down her thigh.
She’d been listening to us, touching herself. My stomach clenched with feral need at the thought. I felt Gabriel’s answering tug of desire down the bond.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice high and breathless.
She turned quickly to leave. I reached instinctively for her wrist and stopped her. She froze, her body still turned away from me.
“Bridget.” My voice was a rasp. “Look at me.”
She shook her head stubbornly.
My tether snapped. I pulled her back towards me, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough that she couldn’t slip away. Her eyes flared in surprise.
“You only had to knock,” I murmured.
Bridget’s answering whimper made my cock jump. I wanted to devour her whole right where she stood, but I made myself be patient. I pulled her gently through the door. She followed me, her eyes locked on mine.
“Ciao, carissima,” Gabriel said, his voice dreamy as he reclined against the pillows.
He had pulled his underwear back on, but he was still unmistakably hard.
The warm light of the lamp I’d switched on to see his face while I fucked him picked out the chiseled muscles of his torso.
I heard Bridget’s small gasp and my cock twitched.
“Vieni qui, tesoro. We will care for you.”
I led Bridget to the bed where Gabriel was waiting. He opened his arms, and she hesitated, her face burning. “Allora, fiore mio. I will just hold you for a moment.”
“Yes,” I croaked. My throat was dry. I’d stepped away slightly. I didn’t trust myself.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered again, this time to Gabriel. “This is such an invasion of privacy.”
Gabriel shushed her and grabbed both of her wrists, pressing her palms together. “Tesoro, you know he was thinking of you, yes?”
Bridget’s breath picked up, and another thread of that intoxicating scent reached me. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes flashing briefly down to my cock. “You were?”
“God, yes,” I groaned.
She whimpered again. Gabriel rotated her around to face me, then pulled her hips gently until she sat between his legs, her knees bent in front of her chest. He pulled the mass of her silky hair from her neck. “You are hot, carissima, and needing release. Let him touch you.”
The sight of them together, watching me, with both of their eyes hot and bright, was something I would never forget. I stepped closer, slowly, to make sure I didn’t overwhelm Bridget.
“May I?” I asked, finally placing a hand on her knee. Her velvet skin twitched under my touch.
“I… yes,” she whispered.
I pulled her knees slowly apart and growled softly. Her scent hit me like a bullet to the head. She was soaked; her shorts were so wet they stuck to her skin. I moved to kneel between her thighs, and she squeaked.
“Is this okay?” I asked, brushing the back of two fingers from the inside of her knee to mid thigh, where her slick had started to gather.
She watched me as if hypnotized and nodded.
I moved my fingers further up to brush against the soaked fabric between her legs. “And this?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
Gabriel was watching me silently, one hand holding Bridget’s hair as the other rested on her shoulder, his thumb stroking her gently. But I could feel him in the bond. He was enjoying watching my reaction to her immensely.
I pressed lightly against her clit. She didn’t just whimper; she let out a whine that reached into my soul like a fiery brand.
“Tell me what you want,” I said. I wanted to hear her say the words. Touch me. Fuck me. Claim me.
She stared at me for a moment. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice almost inaudible.
“I’ll give you anything,” I replied before I could stop myself.
That made her face burn even redder, and she closed her legs again. I immediately retreated onto my haunches. My knee was protesting painfully, but I ignored it.
“I… this is a bad idea,” she said and tried to move away.
“Why, tesoro?” Gabriel murmured, not quite letting her go. “It is pleasure. It is beautiful.”
Bridget’s face burned even brighter. “Because… I don’t know what I want. I’ve never done any of this.” She gestured to me with an expression of frustration.
I froze. “Never?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Bridget shook her head, her eyes locked on mine.
My inner Alpha roared in triumph. I wouldn’t have cared if Bridget had been with a hundred other men before me, but the thought that I would be the first to touch her this way, to show her how good it could be… It was intoxicating.
“If you want to stop, we will. But I would be honored to touch you. Just you,” I said when her eyes went wide and round. “I will just make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”
Gabriel whispered something in her ear, and she shivered. “You don’t want anything?” she asked, sounding skeptical.
I gave a rough laugh. “Right now, the thing I want most in the world is to touch your sweet, wet pussy. Nothing more.”
Her breath was heavy again, and a flush that had nothing to do with embarrassment crept from her delicate collarbone to her cheeks. “Okay,” she whispered.
I moved towards her again, and she let her knees fall open slightly. Even if she was nervous, there was some part of her that felt comfortable with me. With us. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I said.
She nodded, her breath coming short and shallow.
Her shorts were the first thing to go. Without thinking, I pressed them to my nose and inhaled deeply. How had I lived this long without her?
Gabriel was responding to her scent, too. He groaned softly and pressed his nose to the side of her throat, just below her ear. “Come il miele,” he whispered. “Like honey.”
Bridget was wearing a pair of black cotton panties. I hooked my fingers into the top of the waistband with a raised eyebrow. She nodded. When I pulled them, she slid slightly on Gabriel’s chest, and he groaned in pleasure at the friction on his still-hard cock.
“Oh god,” Bridget said when I tossed her panties aside, too.
“Fuck,” I said in appreciation, looking down at her.
Her pussy was pink and gleaming with slick under a thatch of dark blonde hair that matched her eyebrows perfectly.
I’d never be able to look at her eyebrows the same way again.
Her clit was swollen already, begging to be sucked, but that would have to wait for another day.
Instead, I brushed my index finger against her gaping, pulsing slit, gathered the wetness there, and smoothed it over her clit. She bucked beneath my touch, already gasping.