CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #2
Marcus’s rings were cold against the inside of my thigh. Marcus curled his fingers up in my pussy and found something and stayed on it, and Luca’s hand closed on my throat exactly as much as it took to keep me flat.
“That’s my hand. That’s his mouth,” Luca said. “Say which one you want more and I’ll lie to him about it.”
I said something. I have no idea now what I said.
“Wrong answer,” Luca said. “Say it again with his fingers in you.”
“Leave her alone,” Marcus said, and he was smiling, I could hear it. “She’s working.”
Marcus took his mouth off my nipple and pushed a third finger into my pussy and held me open there while Luca held me down, and neither one of them was in any hurry at all.
“Perfect,” Marcus said, the way he says a thing he has just checked and found right. “You take all three, little courier.”
Marcus got me onto the bed on my hands and knees. Marcus took my hair in his fist and closed it, and I took Marcus’s cock in my mouth.
Luca knelt on the bed behind me and got both hands under my hips and lifted me open, and then Luca’s tongue came up onto my clit from underneath.
Marcus held my head where he wanted it and let me take his cock as deep as I could get it, and then a little past that.
Luca held me open with both hands and worked his tongue over my clit in the same slow circle he uses on everything he means to finish.
I lost the sequence there. Marcus’s cock in my throat, Luca’s mouth on my pussy, the shop ticking under the floor, and nothing anywhere in my head willing to make a sentence out of it.
“Slower,” Marcus said, with his fist still shut in my hair. “There. Just like that, little courier.”
“She’s not listening to you,” Luca said against my clit. “She hasn’t been listening to anybody for a minute now.”
Then Luca came up over me and put both hands on my hipbones and pushed his cock into me from behind, slow, and it took a long time, because Luca is not built on any scale that has anything to do with me.
“Christ, you’re beautiful taking that,” Luca said, watching himself go into me. “Every inch, trouble.”
Marcus came around the bed and knelt where I could see his face and took my jaw in his hand and held it up.
“Look at me. Not at him, at me. There you are.”
Luca fucked me slow with his hands locked on my hipbones. Marcus made me keep my eyes open the whole way through it. I would have shut them. Marcus would not have it.
“Eyes,” Marcus said. “Give them to me. He’s got the rest.”
“She’s close,” Luca said. “Hold her jaw, brother, she goes down at the end.”
Luca’s cock moved in me and Marcus’s hand held my jaw and I came, and the thread went out of my hands completely, and nothing in that room explained one second of it to me.
For a while after that I was not putting words together.
Then Marcus lay back and I got on top of Marcus and took his cock inside me and sat all the way down onto it.
Marcus put both hands on my waist, not pushing, only holding, and let me have it at whatever speed I found. “You’re perfect like this,” Marcus said from under me, in the voice he keeps for things he has checked twice. “Nothing about it needs fixing.”
Luca knelt up at the head of the bed and I got my hand around Luca’s cock, and Luca put his own hand over mine and showed me how he wanted it done.
“Tighter than that, trouble. There.”
“She’s got about a minute in her,” Marcus said, from under me, with his cock all the way in and his hands set on my hips.
“Then she can spend it on me,” Luca said.
Luca put his face down in my hair and took my scent in like it was food. Marcus’s hands stayed on my waist, thumbs in against my hipbones.
Luca’s breath went short first. Luca came across my breast in three long pulls with my hand still moving on his cock, and Marcus came inside me at the same time with his fingers closing hard enough to leave marks.
Nobody said anything for a minute. My hand was still on Luca. Marcus was still in me.
The clock on the shop wall downstairs let go of the half hour and I heard it through the boards. Half past two. The folder lay closed on the crate. The lamp still threw its ring across the cleared table.
Forty feet down and to the left, behind a bar I have leaned on all week, a bonded cage sat in the dark with the whole of my grandmother’s life in it.
I did not say that out loud. There was time in the morning for saying things out loud, and neither of these men was going anywhere, and for the first time since Thursday that was a fact I had put in the room myself.
The bed sits close enough to the door that Luca could reach the bolt without taking his other hand off my hip. He shot it across and came back down.
“Bolt’s across. Nobody’s coming through that.”
Marcus moved the plate from the crate onto the floor, out of the way, and he did it left-handed, because his right arm was under my neck and it stayed there.
Then boots on the stairs. Heavy. Slow. Not Luca’s and not Marcus’s, because I had a hand on each of them.
The boots came to the top and stopped.
Nobody in that room said a word. Luca kept his hand where it was. Marcus stopped breathing for the length of it.
The boots stood outside the door long enough for a man to change his mind, and then the wolf on the other side of that wood turned around and went back down the stairs.