CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE #2
Marcus stood me off Luca’s leg and got his own jeans open. I took Marcus’s cock in my mouth on my knees on the boards, and Marcus went quiet the way Marcus goes quiet when a deal turns his way and he does not want to spook it.
Then Adrian’s hands landed on my hips. First time all night. Adrian held my hips still, both of them, an inch from anywhere, while Marcus’s cock went where it was going, and being held in place while somebody else did the moving took the top of my head off.
“Don’t help him,” Adrian said. “Let him.”
Then Adrian had me from behind on my hands, one of his hands flat around the front of my throat, and Adrian’s cock went into me in one long stroke that put my forehead down on Marcus’s hip.
“Down,” Adrian said.
Luca’s wrapped hand came onto my shoulder blade and stayed, warm through the gauze.
“Come.”
I came on that one, hard, my pussy locked around Adrian’s cock and Marcus’s cock still at my mouth and Luca’s hand riding the whole of it.
“Again,” Adrian said, and I did, and that one I did not hear myself through.
Adrian’s hand stayed where it was around the front of my throat and his cock did not stop and did not hurry, and Marcus said my name once, and Luca said nothing and held my shoulder down.
After that I lost it.
I could not tell anybody the order. Somebody’s mouth on the small of my back. My own knees, gone out from under me twice. Luca saying trouble somewhere over the top of me, and Marcus saying yes into my hair, and Adrian saying nothing at all in the flattest, worst, best voice in the world.
My pussy ached and asked anyway. My mouth was full of Marcus and then it wasn’t. There was a stretch of it I have no words for and no order for, and I have gone looking since and it is not there.
Nothing was explained to me while it was happening. Nobody stopped to make any of it make sense. Nobody put my name in the air like a question, and I did not want anybody to, and that is the whole truth of it.
Luca went last, because Luca could not hold himself up on his hands.
Luca lay back on the iron bed and I got over him and put Luca’s cock in myself and did the work. Luca told me every single thing he would have done to me if he had hands, in order, in detail, in that cellar voice, while I did it.
“Christ, the sight of you working,” Luca said up at me, watching the whole of it. “You’d have my marks on you by now if I had one good hand, trouble. You’re a picture from down here.”
My clit found the base of Luca’s cock on the down stroke and stayed there and I stopped being able to hear the storm. Luca came with both forearms crossed over his eyes and his heels driving the mattress and my name coming out of him in pieces.
“Off,” Luca said, when he could talk. “Slow. There’s no hurry in this building tonight.”
I came up off Luca’s cock slow, the way he said, and my pussy was still working around nothing at all, and Luca laughed low underneath me and told me he could feel it.
Afterward Marcus brought the warm cloth. Luca stayed where he was, his wrapped hands resting clear of the bedding, and let somebody else do the careful work.
?
I came back to three people holding me and none of them explaining anything.
Luca’s wrapped hand lay flat on my stomach, heavy as a sandbag, the gauze just under one nipple and not moving. Marcus’s mouth rested where my hair started, not kissing, just there. Adrian sat on the floor with his back against the bed frame and one hand up around my ankle.
Marcus checked the tape over his ribs before he settled beside me. The building was still ticking. Thunder, still no rain.
Nobody told me what had happened. Nobody asked me how I was. Adrian’s thumb moved once on my ankle bone and that was the entire debrief.
“Gauze needs doing,” Luca said to the ceiling. “Can’t leave it like this.”
“I’ll do it,” Marcus said.
“You’ll do it wrong.”
“I’ll do it wrong quietly.”
“You’ll do it like a man wrapping a present he doesn’t much like—”
“Hold still, Luca,” Marcus said, opening the clean packet Mara had left.
“—and when you’re done I’ll thank you for it and mean most of it.”
Marcus laughed. It got out of him before he could clear it, one short breath he had not budgeted for, and Luca made a satisfied noise behind me.
Adrian said nothing, which from Adrian on the floor with his back against my bed frame was practically a speech, and none of them got up, and the storm out over the water went on not breaking on anybody.
I turned my head until I found Marcus in the dark.
“You’ve never taken one thing you didn’t ask for twice,” I said. “Do you know what that does to a person?”
Marcus was quiet long enough that I heard Luca shift his weight behind me.
“I know exactly what it does,” Marcus said. “Why do you think I do it?”
“Most men would call that manners.”
“It isn’t manners, Vic.”
“I know it isn’t,” I said. “I’ve known that since the hallway too.”
Marcus laughed once, without any of it reaching his mouth, and put his forehead down against the back of my shoulder and left it there.
“Then you know what it costs me,” Marcus said, “and you’re the only one in this building who does.”
Behind me Luca had gone completely still, which in Luca means he is listening with everything he has.
I sat up. Luca’s hand slid off my stomach. Adrian’s hand did not leave my ankle.
“I’m writing him in again,” I said. “That’s my decision. The rest frightens me.”
“Then we stand where you can see us,” Adrian said.
“You can’t just order yourselves into it.”
“No.” His thumb stopped on my ankle. “Ours to offer. Yours to refuse.”
I lay there with three men close enough to touch and understood that wanting to keep them was going to require letting them choose me.