CHAPTER 15 #2
“You are going to come on him before he is anywhere near finished,” Luca said, “and I am going to be here telling you what your own face is doing while you do it.”
There was an arm’s length of mattress between Luca’s knee and Rian’s hand and neither of them came into it, and neither man braced on the other. I was lying between the two of them and I understood that it was deliberate, and that it had been decided somewhere I was not.
“Still with me?” Rian said, and he stopped dead until I answered him.
“I am with you,” I said, “and I want you to go harder than that.”
He went harder than that. I came with his cock in me and his thumb on my clit and his hand still at the side of my throat, and my back came off the mattress and stayed off it.
He pulled out before he finished and came on my belly, and then he stepped away and put his back against the east wall and stayed there.
Cassian had still not put a hand on me. Luca went to the low table, poured a glass and held it to my mouth, because my right hand was full.
I drank most of it. Rian stayed on the east wall and said nothing, and Luca looked at him and let it alone, and so did Cassian. Matteo’s hands had not left his knees.
Then Matteo lifted one hand off his knee and tapped twice on his own sternum.
I raised my right hand off the bed and turned it so he could see the fist and what was shut inside it, and I tapped twice on mine.
Nobody spoke. There were three strides of floor between that chair and the foot of that bed and he did not cross them, and I did not ask him to, and the thing went across the gap anyway and arrived whole.
He put his hand back down on his knee. My throat closed and opened and I had to take the next breath twice.
“You can come and stand at the foot of the bed if you want to,” I said. “You would not have to do anything at all once you got there.”
“I am staying in this chair,” he said.
I did not ask him twice and I did not make a face about it.
“I can see you perfectly well from here,” he said.
“Then watch properly, and do not look at the floor once,” I said. “I am going to get on top of Luca, and I am going to come with my eyes on you, and Cassian and Rian are going to stand there and watch me do it.”
Luca lay back with his head toward the north wall and I got over him facing the foot of the bed, which was the same as facing that chair. I put my right fist flat on his chest with the brass shut inside it and took him into me at the speed I wanted and no faster.
“Tell me in a whole sentence where you want my cock and I will put it exactly there,” he said from underneath me.
“I want it as deep as it goes,” I said, “and I want you to hold still and let me do the rest of this myself.”
“Then I am holding still,” he said, “and I am going to tell you what you look like from down here until you are finished with me.”
He did not use one sentence he had used on me before. I know that because I would have heard it, and because he does not run out of sentences by accident.
Rian stayed on the east wall. Cassian came to the west side of the bed and stood with his hands behind him and did not touch me.
“Your thighs have started shaking and you have not slowed down,” Luca said. “Say what you want out of me and I will give you that instead.”
“I want you exactly where you are,” I said, “and I want you to keep talking until I am done.”
I looked at Matteo the whole way through it.
He did not take a hand off his knee, he did not look away, and he did not look at the floor once, and I came like that, with three strides of empty floor between us and nothing in either of his hands.
Luca came inside me a moment after, still talking, which I had known he would be.
I came off Luca to his left and lay there. He got off the east side of the bed and crossed to the low table. Rian came off the wall.
Cassian undressed then, which none of us had seen him do all night. He did it from the outside in, folding as he went and squaring each thing to the edge of the chair back. He set his boots under the west side of the bed with the heels in line.
He put me on my knees at the open end of the bed with my forearms flat on the mattress and my face out into the room, and he came onto the bed behind me.
Rian went down on the floor at the east side and took my left forearm in both hands and did not say a word.
Luca stood on the west side with the glass.
“My job in this part is your right hand,” Luca said. “I am going to be looking at your fist and nothing else, and you do not have to think about it once.”
Matteo was three strides back from where I was kneeling, looking at my face and not at any other part of me. Every line of attention in the room ran through me. The space between the men felt negotiated, not empty, and I was the one who had set its terms.
“I am going to take you like this, with your face out into the room,” Cassian said. “I want it back from you in a sentence with the word yes inside it.”
“Yes, and I want it exactly the way you have just described it,” I said, “and I want you to stop being careful with me.”
He went in slowly, which after Rian was its own kind of cruelty, and then he set a rhythm and held it, and every time I got near the edge he took it down and made me start the climb over.
“You are not going to come until I have said the word, and I have not said it yet,” he said.