Chapter Nine
Starling
I know I didn’t utter my plea out loud, but maybe telepathically, because the look they give me changes from amusement to a dark, dangerous, sexy glint.
The next thing I know, they’re sending everyone home, ushering them out the door against their protests that they weren’t even served dessert yet.
Don hugs them affectionately, clapping them on their backs and telling them he’s proud of them for choosing such a firecracker before he too is let out. What that means, I don’t know.
Their grandmother manages to get in that she’s proud of their choice and will start the preparations immediately before she too is ushered out. Again, I have no idea what any of that means.
Once alone with them in their penthouse, Tony a thing of the past—I can’t even remember what he looks like—my heart beats so fast it’s breaking through my chest.
Mini tsunamis wash over me as they stare me down.
What are they waiting for?
“Are you sure, princesses?” Enzo asks.
“Because once we start, there’s no going back,” Dario adds.
“You’ll be ours forever. Until the end of time, do you understand?” There’s a sternness to Marco’s voice I didn’t detect before.
Yes, I’m sure. Yes, I don’t want them to stop once they start. And yes, I’m theirs, or at least my virginity will be theirs forever, no matter what happens.
“Yes,” I say. It’s all I can say.
Enzo stalks toward me. He’s such a delicious apex predator that I lose my breath and my head. He scoops me up, kissing me as he cradles me in his arms, then carries me to the bedroom.
Dario and Marco are already there by the time he sets me down on my feet. They strip my clothes, tearing the delicate fabric off me without care.
They kiss, bite, and sample my skin, my breasts, my nipples, and my mons, leaving wetness behind where they sucked until red.
They remove the toy and slip their fingers into me, sucking my juices off and going back for more. I’m so far gone, so without modesty anymore, that I squeeze my thighs shut and trap their hands between them, rubbing my clit against them. I’m so shameless; I’m not myself.
They growl, and kneeling around me, they bite the flesh of my thighs, while behind me, Dario parts my butt cheeks and runs his finger over my most forbidden hole. I shriek and shiver at the same time and press harder against their hands.
They’ve removed their jackets and unfastened their bow ties, but they’re still fully dressed while I’m completely naked and wet.
They set me down on my hands and knees on a bench, slapping my ass as they do so, hard enough that I cry out and my clit vibrates.
Marco maneuvers himself between my thighs, then lowers me until I’m sitting on his face, my pussy in his mouth. The instant he starts to suck, Enzo and Dario, having commandeered the lubricant I brought in my stocking, proceed to lube my bottom hole.
While Enzo parts my cheeks, Dario pours the lube into me, and Marco sucks on my clit with such maddening pressure that fear spills into my veins that I might embarrass myself right there on his face.
No. I can’t. That’s not right. I would never live that down. But just as Enzo and Dario gently massage the lube into my tight hole, stretching me with such care that I don’t even feel it, their fingers inch into me until I do. Holy Santa dick on a stick.
I try to crawl away. Three fingers are way too much, but Marco hasn’t let go of my clit, and now his teeth sink into me while he curls a finger inside me. Not deep, but enough to make me aware of something foreign inside my otherwise virgin pussy.
“She’s so tight, she’s going to kill our cocks,” Marco says against my labia. The vibration of his voice sends shivers down my spine, all the way down to my butthole, where Enzo and Dario are strategically stretching me.
Marco increases the rhythm of his sucks. He’s faster, harder, and more ruthless—pulling, then pushing his tongue into me while he reaches behind me and inserts his finger into my ass.
I cry out in shock. There’s not enough room for them, but I’m trapped, anchored to them, at their mercy. My body gives in first, and as they slip and slide out of me, their fingers and Marco’s tongue, an earth-shattering climax tumbles out of me with the ferocity of a runaway train.
My mind swirls, the room spins, and yet I’m floating on clouds, but not for long. As soon as they release their fingers from my bottom hole, Enzo slips the head of a Santa Claus butt plug into me.
Oh my god.
Why did I pick such a big one? What is wrong with me? I’m flailing and wailing. Tears drip down my face. The burning sensation is so magnificent; it incites a war in my nerves, and suddenly I’m coming again right into Marco’s mouth.
“Fuck, she’s so damn gorgeous. Her body is so fucking responsive.”