Chapter 33
“Awwww,” Alessio tells Carlo, “you thought your little catalog cutie was going to keep herself for you?”
“Okay,” Bruno says, “that’s kinda low, man.”
“Not for Mr. A,” Carlo’s voice cracks back. “High class for him is anything that can be seen above the dirt.”
Alessio’s arm flashes out, and he grabs the lapel of Carlo’s tailored suit coat. “Maybe you’d like to see the dirt from underneath.”
Bruno puts a hand on Alessio’s arm. “We’re family.” The two men lock eyes. “Remember?”
Carlo says, “That’s kind of optional for the son and heir here.” He pulls Alessio’s hand off his jacket. Carlo is the smallest of the three, but he’s more powerful than he looks. “Family is like a breakfast buffet for you, isn’t it?” He’s nose to nose with Alessio. He hisses, “Lessie.”
Alessio swats Bruno’s hand away. He raises a clenched fist, but stops short of putting it near Carlo’s face. Through gritted teeth, he says, “For the sake of family unity, I’ll…”
Carlo’s head turns, “Oh, you’ll let us off? You’ll spare us the total beating that you would have given us, so as to save embarrassing Daddy?”
The looks between the three powerful men would melt steel. I feel like there could me a mafia war breaking out right here. With me in the middle.
My throat is dry.
The men’s shoulders drop lower, their voices get throaty. Arms come out from their sides. I know that I should pull myself free and move away, but all my buzzing nerves want to stay in this scrimmage and mix it up with them. Nerves around my pussy are jangling hot and I’m so wet, even I can smell it.
That’s maybe why I’m surrounded by three flaring pairs of nostrils. As well as three pumping hot, hard and very male bodies. And three fat and swelling cocks.
“Look, Carlo.” As soon as Alessio starts to speak, Carlo’s nose is jammed against his.
“Yeah? Bro?”
Alessio’s lips are tight and his jaw clenches. “I know what this is about.”
“No shit. That’s some next-level insight.” Bruno says. Then, “Which do you think will come first, Carlo, the Peace prize or the Pulitzer?”
Alessio tells them, “We don’t have to be at each others’ throats.”
“No.” Carlo cracks a hollow laugh. “We can just trust you.”
Bruno’s voice drips with sarcasm. “He’ll do the right thing.”
Carlo says, “Good old Lessie.”
Pressed and cornered, Alessio grabs Bruno’s coat.
Carlo holds a fist to Alessio’s face. Bruno seizes Alessio’s collar. Alessio’s face reddens. He says, “This is not all about her, Carlo.”
Bruno’s teeth clench and he snarls, “Oh, no. This all goes way farther back than today.”
“And,” Carlo roars, “it’s a lot deeper than you seem to realize, big bro.”
Alessio lets go of the other men and briefly raises both hands. “Carlo, you can take her. Do what you want.”
“Does that go for me, too?” Bruno growls.
A sudden move, I can’t tell who made it. Legs, arms fists, all join in for a fast, lashing, circular brawl. All three men jostle and strike at each other. Their faces redden and twist. And I’m still in the center.
“Stop!”
At the moment we all freeze, I have Alessio’s mouth on my neck, Bruno’s cock hard against my ass, and for some reason, I find that I have Carlo and Alessio’s cocks in my hands. All of us look into each others’ eyes.
All three cocks are pumping. Rising stiff. All four of us are breathing hard. Four pairs of lips. Parting. Wetting. Waiting. Four pairs of eyes, flashing from one to another. But mostly theirs, to mine.
And me, looking and locking eyes, from one man to another.
“Oh,” Carlo says. “This feels like a moment.”
Alessio’s voice is thick and low, and maybe the twang is a note of resentment, or envy. “It’s your moment, though, Carlo,” he says. “We won’t take that away from you.”
Bruno is more light-hearted. “Although you may have already wet your candle. Nobody would blame you.”
A low moan seems to come from all three men as Bruno says, “She’s hard to resist.” Then, into my ear with his hands on my shoulders, “You’re very hard to resist.” His mouth lifts but his voice is still soft. Mainly to Carlo he says, “You don’t have to resist our little Cinders. And I can’t think of a damned reason you would.”
I feel slutty and wanton as my ass rotates and slips up and down against Bruno’s cock. But I’m squeezing Carlo’s at the same time.
Carlo says, “We haven’t done the deed yet.” His eyes burn into mine, making me spark and crackle inside. “I can’t wait for the moment when we do.”
My heart jumps. He’s saying that he’s going to take my virginity. He wouldn’t do that unless we were going to be together afterward. Would he?
“All things considered, Bruno and I could give you the space. I mean, that’s maybe why you came here tonight,” Alessio looks in my eye. “Right, principessa?”
My pause is a hesitation and the air is thick and heavy with possibility. I look back at Bruno. There’s a question in his eye. And Alessio. Yes, I think I can see what he’s thinking. Carlo’s eyes sparkle and shine.
I keep eye contact with him as Bruno says, “Your circus, Carlo. No question. But maybe Cinders would like a couple of monkeys for a sideshow.”
A spark jumps in Carlo’s pupils. He checks in my eyes, searching. Intent. I raise an eyebrow. He makes the smallest, slightest nod.
“I think I want to know what you want, principessa.”
“Are you all going to call me that?” My eyes don’t leave his. The other two men move in closer. But they stay silent. They’re waiting for Carlo to take the lead. Carlo, and me.
I shiver and buzz when Carlo shrugs and says, “You’re my principessa.”
Bruno’s voice is gruff behind me. “Mine, too.”
Alessio gets about as close as I’ve seen to a smile. “And mine.”
It’s not a nice smile. “Bruno and I can wait outside. Half an hour? An hour? Let the first moment belong to you and Carlo completely.”
When I speak the, tension rises, winding like a spring in the air. They all stop. Their eyes fix on me.
I say, “Or you could stay. Stand in the shadows. Nearby.”
My throat jams up. I probably should have just thought that, rather then letting it spill out into the room.
There’s a long, dark silence. A heavy calm before a gigantic storm.
Then air is filled with their low growls. I’m checking to see that Carlo is into the idea, too. His eyes are on fire.
I hold on to Carlo as he guides me back toward the couch. My hands feel every tight sinew in his back, every hard bulge of muscle on his arms and his chest. And his ass. As soon as I feel the couch behind my calves, I drop to sit. The tent in his pants is right in front of my face. Exactly where I want him.
I tug his belt open. His silky boxers are stretched tight over the heavy jut of his shaft. With both hands, I trace and feel the whole of him before I look up into his eyes and yank down his elastic waistband. There’s the crown of his huge, beautiful cock, in the perfect position for me to swallow him whole.
The reverberation of his moan vibrates with excitement, need and the ‘at last’ sound of coming home, all the way along his cock as I slip him in, over my tongue, into the wetness of my mouth. He sounds triumphant. Elated.
The taste of him is so familiar, and a jolt of excitement shakes me as I remember him in his car. I want to take him all the way down again. To have my throat muscles work and pull and tease him until he blasts like a hydrant into my throat. But I know that we have business to be done. Still, I’ll take him into my throat, just for the reminder. And the promise.