Chapter 16
Sal
E lise is doing everything she can to push Enzo’s buttons, and I, for one, am loving it. She’s a completely different person than the girl we’ve met every other time we’ve seen her. The confidence isn’t new, but I can’t put my finger on exactly what is. It’s almost like she’s decided she has nothing to lose, so she’s letting her true emotions out instead of being the perfect little fucktoy for Enzo.
Honestly, I think it’ll be good for him. That is, if he can stand it and doesn’t wind up shooting her in the head over a gif. I almost start laughing again at the absurdity of him punishing her for something so stupid. I wish I could see those texts.
But I can’t believe that we have to watch them hook up again. It’s torture. First of all, I’ve seen Enzo’s dick way too much for someone who isn’t sharing his girl with me. Second of all, my desire for Elise has only gotten stronger since the night of her audition, and I don’t need the constant reminders that I can’t have her.
“Sit the fuck down and kill the attitude.” Damnit, he’s going to actually fuck her this time. Which wouldn’t bother me at all if I could join in, but we just have to sit here. How did her punishment become ours? We didn’t break any of his made-up, bullshit rules.
After a brief pause, which I’m sure was meant to annoy him more than anything else, Elise straddles Enzo’s lap and slowly slides down onto his dick. On the one hand, at least I don’t have to make eye contact with it anymore. But on the other, I want it to be me nestled inside her delicious pussy. I know firsthand how phenomenal she feels, and it’s driving me—all of us, actually—insane that we can’t go back for more.
Elise starts to move in a gentle rocking motion, teasing Enzo with the promise of what could be, and I see Joey slip his hand in his pants. I don’t blame him. This little exhibition has me hard enough that they could’ve used my cock in place of one of those fancy marble pillars in Ancient Greece. I turn to look at Frankie and see that he’s gone a step farther than Joey; his dick is on full display as he strokes it in time with Elise’s slow movements, and I know he’s imagining being in Enzo’s place. We all are.
Just as I go to join them, Enzo looks past Elise and realizes what we’re all doing. I expect him to overreact and kick us out so we don’t give even the illusion of enjoying her, but the lust in his eyes betrays him. He likes that we’re participating in a small way. It gives me hope that we’ll be able to talk him into sharing her at some point. Hopefully soon.
He shifts his focus back to Elise and grabs her hips to take control of the situation. As soon as he starts lifting her up and down on his shaft and driving his hips upward to meet her downward motion, Joey groans. Her ass is bouncing in Enzo’s lap, and the slap of their skin connecting makes the whole thing simultaneously better and worse.
Within minutes, we’re performing a synchronized masturbation routine and watching Enzo get what we really want. I wish they’d turn sideways so I could see her tits bouncing in his face. Especially when he leans forward to take one of her nipples in his mouth. The moans escaping from her lips grow louder and louder, and there’s nothing fake about them. Try as she might to pretend she doesn’t like her job, she can’t argue with the benefits.
Enzo grunts, pulls her hips down so she can’t lift off of his cock, and grinds into her with a groan while he finishes. To my surprise, she follows his orgasm with one of her own, screaming her release while she scratches at his upper back and grinds her pussy all over the base of his dick. I hear the familiar sounds of Frankie’s harsh breathing, indicating that he’s close. Elise must hear it too, or else she just remembered we’re here. She turns around and licks her lips before turning back to Enzo.
“Do you want your friends to cover me in their cum?” she purrs.
I know Enzo pretty well, and I’ve seen him experience pretty much every emotion known to man. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him go from a satisfied, post-orgasm haze to pure fury so quickly. Immediately, he lifts her off of him and stands to tower over her.
I’m about to stand up to offer her the physical protection I’m sure she’s about to need, but all he does is fix his pants and storm out of the room. Before he’s too far away, we hear him shout, “If I find out anyone touched her, you’re all dead.”
Elise
Sal, Frankie, and Joey have all stopped touching themselves, although Joey’s hand is still wrapped around his dick. I look around at the three of them, and they return my stares, but none of us break the silence right away.
Finally, Sal asks, “What do you think he meant by that?”
Frankie gives him a look that implies he’s lost his mind. “I think ‘you’re all dead’ is pretty self-explanatory.”
Sal rolls his eyes before explaining. “But he said we can’t touch her. He didn’t say we can’t come on her. Unless our cum is an extension of us and counts as touching.”
“How about you try it, and we’ll see if he kills you?” Joey offers.
“How about,” I interrupt, sitting down in the seat Enzo vacated and spreading my legs, “you all just do what feels right? And I’ll do the same.” I drag my fingers through the mess of Enzo’s cum that is dripping out of my pussy and swirl it around my clit with a moan. My nerves are still sensitive from my first orgasm, but I can tell that these three are about to start bickering like the old women they are, and I want them to focus.
They all stop talking and watch my hand moving between my legs. One by one, their hands return to their impressive cocks and start stroking. I don’t know if they’ll risk coming on me, but I don’t care. I just want them to come. I know they’re all complicit in my captivity, but I can’t find it in me to care. In every interaction I’ve had with them, they’ve shown me more kindness than they need to. While my time with Enzo has been full of carnal pleasure, the rare moments of carefree joy have been solely because of these three, and I want to thank them for it in some way.
My fingers move faster, and I focus on Frankie, who seems to be the closest. My other hand travels up to my breast, and I give my nipple a tug for him. We make eye contact for a few more seconds before he closes his eyes, groans, and comes all over his stomach.
“Sunshine,” Joey grunts. “Eyes on me.”
I let my gaze linger on Sal, who is leisurely stroking himself, before shifting my focus to Joey. I remember from my audition that he has a thing for asses, so I shift down a little lower in my chair. My fingers travel down to that taboo entrance, and I use the moisture from my pussy as lube. As soon as my finger starts to disappear into my ass, Joey yells, “Fuck!” and blows his load.
I smile, then look at Sal. To my surprise, he rises from his seat and comes to stand over me.
“I’m taking the risk,” he says. “If we don’t push him, he’ll never consider the idea of sharing.”
“Who says I want to be shared?” I ask, but I think we all know the answer to that question. I’m the one who pushed Enzo too far, then encouraged his friends to jerk off over me. I relax into my chair and move my hands back to my clit and my nipple, giving each of them the perfect amount of pressure to send an orgasm barrelling through me.
Sal was closer to finishing than I thought, and the hot ropes of his cum land on my chest as I come down from the peak of my pleasure.
He’s looking down at me when my eyes flutter open, and he gives me a bright smile. “Hopefully, Enzo won’t kill me for this, and we’ll be able to convince him that sharing you is in his best interest. Next time, I’d prefer to come in your mouth while Joey fucks you in the ass.”
I stare at him, speechless, and nod. Maybe it’s the orgasms talking, but everything he said sounds like a dream come true. Enzo wouldn’t kill his friends. Right?