Chapter 14
14
Giselle
“O r are we too late?” Nick asked as he and Eve walked into the living room. I giggled and gave Carlo one more kiss before I slid off and kneeled beside him.
Eve glided over and sat on the other side of Carlo. She had a huge smile on her face. “So—we’re going to have a wedding soon?”
I grinned at Carlo with watery eyes. “I hope so,” I said, even though I had not one clue how exactly we would pull that off. According to the law, I was still married to Sergio.
But right now, at this moment, I didn’t want to think about that.
All I wanted to think about was that I had Carlo’s rings back on my finger. And I never, ever wanted to take them off.
“Maybe after I take some of this baby weight off,” I grumbled to myself.
Eve’s eyes widened, and her hand reached out and touched my arm. “You don’t need to. Your body’s gorgeous, honey. You have to know that.” Her soft eyes gave me a loving look as she rubbed my arm.
Before I knew it—her hand was trailing down my arm, and over to my breast. I still had my bra on. Her fingers grazed over the pink satin cup until she swept over my hard nipple.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, but right after that, we leaned over Carlo—and started kissing each other.
Her hands worked quickly to rid me of my bra, and mine worked equally as fast to take her top off. She didn’t have a bra on, and my hands found her heavy breasts and squeezed until she moaned into my mouth.
Then she kissed down my neck, playing with my breasts as she went. “Look how beautiful you are.” Her fingers touched and teased my breasts while Carlo watched.
Soon, her lips kissed the top of my breasts—and down.
And down.
Until she licked one of my nipples.
“I hate to interrupt.” Nick cleared his throat. “But I’m awfully lonely over here.”
Eve stopped what she was doing, and we both looked at Nick.
He was sitting on the other couch. His shirt unbuttoned. And from the huge bulge in his pants, he was telling the truth.
He really was lonely.
Eve turned her head back to me and we both giggled at the hot billionaire.
“Giselle,” he called out, “bring that perfect ass of yours over here. Now.” His tone was demanding with more than a hint of lust.
I looked at Eve and then at Carlo.
“Go to him.” Carlo’s hand grasped me behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. “Just be sure to use a condom,” he said against my lips. He gave me a deep, sensual kiss before pulling away.
I’d hardly scooted off the couch, and Eve was already in Carlo’s lap. His hands all over her breasts, making her moan.
I swayed over to Nick, his eyes focused on my naked form the whole time. “Fuck,” he said, shaking his head. “How did you get even more beautiful?” he asked, making me blush. Not that his eyes were focused on my face.
“Maybe you need glasses?” I suggested as I kneeled down in front of him. My hands settled on his knees.
“Bullshit. You know how stunning you are. You can’t fool me.” His gaze loomed down at me. His pupils were already dilated. Waiting for me to make my next move.
But I wanted him to tell me what to do. I wanted bossy Nick to order me around.
“What are you going to do, Giselle?” He spread his arms out along the top of the couch and leaned back.
I shrugged and slowly moved my hands up his thighs. “Whatever you tell me to do, Nick.” I batted my eyelashes at him as I licked my lips.
His eyes flared at me. Behind me, I could hear Eve sigh. I knew that sigh. I had to turn my head and watch.
Yeah.
She was sinking down Carlo’s hard, wet cock.
His eyes were only half open as his hands sat on her hips. My pussy clenched at the sight of them. Knowing exactly how that felt.
“Are you going to watch them all night? Or are you going to suck my cock?” Nick asked in a husky voice.
I turned back to him and smiled. “Anything you want, Nick. You know that.”
He spread his legs further apart. “Then get to work, Giselle.”
I grinned wider and did what he said. It didn’t take long to undo his pants and pull his hard cock out. I stroked him firmly, reacquainting myself with his cock again.
“Your mouth. Now,” he demanded, his hand sliding into my hair at the back of my head and pulling me forward.
I obliged immediately, darting my tongue out to lick his angry head.
“Always such a fucking tease. I see nothing’s changed,” he grumbled, but I knew he didn’t mind the teasing.
No.
He loved it.
I opened my mouth and slid him inside. His spicy, musky scent invaded my nostrils. Gosh, I missed him. I missed this.
I sucked on him, slowly at first, and then I quickly began going faster.
Hearing Carlo and Eve behind me, fucking each other, was making me clench my thighs together. I wanted to watch them. It had been so long since I’d seen them together.
“Christ, you’re going to make me come,” Nick moaned out.
I looked up to see his eyes over my head. He was watching his wife fuck Carlo. He loved watching them just as much as I did.
A salty taste invaded my mouth, and I knew he was close. My hand reached up and caressed his balls.
“Yeah, do that while I come down your throat.” Nick’s hands pulled me forward until he was deep down my throat.
And then he came, emptying himself while he grunted out his release. I swallowed him down, then he released my head. Then I licked his cock clean while I peered up into his eyes.
“Put this on,” he said, pulling something from his pocket. A foil packet appeared between his fingers. He gave me a lazy smile. “I grabbed one just in case.”
I took it from him and opened it.
“I assumed your fiancé wouldn’t let me near you otherwise.”
I smiled and looked over my shoulder to see Carlo’s eyes on us. “Damn fuckin’ right,” he grunted, Eve still bouncing up and down on his cock. They really were beautiful together. Eve’s long, blonde hair trailing down her back, and her large breasts swaying as she fucked him.
I turned back to my job at hand—and slipped the condom over Nick’s hard cock. I sat back, waiting for more instruction.
“Get up here.” His hands motioned me forward, and I did what he wanted.
Because it was also what I wanted.
Slowly, I crawled up to his lap and straddled him.
One hand reached down to his cock, grabbing the base of it. And his other hand slipped around my hip, guiding me onto him.
As I sunk down onto him, I let my head fall back, pushing my chest out further toward him.
“Fuck, yeah,” Nick said, thrusting up to fill me. I lowered myself all the way down until I was seated on him.
“I missed your tight pussy,” he panted, his hands moving to my breasts. “And your huge tits. Christ, I missed these.” He squeezed, and I saw a dribble of white escape from my nipple.
“Oh, I’m a bit leaky. You might not want to—”
Eve’s giggle hit my ears. “Nick doesn’t mind leaky boobs.”
Nick smirked and nodded. “She’s right.” And then he moved forward and licked the drop of milk from me. His mouth circled my nipple, and he sucked me in.
And it felt wonderful. The way his tongue worked me, and his hands rubbed me.
It didn’t take long before my clit was tingling. “Nick,” I breathed out, knowing I had about ten seconds before I exploded all over him.
It was all too much, though. Hearing Carlo and Eve behind me, their bodies slapping together. And finally, having Nick inside of me after all this time.
Way.
Too.
Much.
I heard Eve’s cry behind me, and I knew she was seconds away from coming, too.
“Jesus, woman,” he said, pulling my head toward him and taking my lips in a punishing kiss. He kissed me so hard I could hardly breathe. Our teeth scraped together once or twice. It felt like he was trying his best to eat me.
I felt his hand wander around to my clit—and rub.
Good.
Grief.
This man.
He always knew which button to press next. “Nick, oh, my gosh.” I sighed, waiting for the inevitable crash.
And then it happened.
My whole body constricted almost painfully—until it exploded. And I released all of my pent-up sexual frustration out on Nick.
Not that he seemed to mind.
Nick followed me, his arms wrapping tight around my torso. Holding me to him.
Behind me, Carlo and Eve were orgasming, too. I turned my head to watch them in their lover’s embrace.
One of Carlo’s arms was wrapped around her waist, and the other was higher around her shoulders. They were kissing, and it was—lovely. Seeing how much they’d enjoyed each other made my heart happy.
And at that moment—I really understood.
I really got it.
And I was so, so glad that Eve looked after Carlo all those months when I couldn’t.
At first, I was jealous. Thinking about them enjoying each other’s bodies while I was with Sergio in that hellhole.
Nothing about that was fair.
But I loved Carlo. And I loved Eve.
And knowing that Carlo had a soft place to fall when I was gone—well, made me all the more grateful for my best friend.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Nick asked, rubbing his hands on my back. The tone of concern in his voice made my tummy all warm.
I shook my head and pushed away. “No, I’m fine.” I wiped the tears from under my eyes and took a deep breath.
“Crap, are you okay, Giselle?” Eve’s caring voice swirled around me. I dismounted from Nick’s lap and snuggled into his side. “No, I’m fine. It’s just—seeing you two together—it—” I tried to get my words out, but I kept choking on the emotion.
“Oh, no. Was this too soon? I’m sorry,” she apologized and moved off Carlo’s lap. She frowned at me, and I could tell that she was scared they’d hurt me.
I smiled over at her. “No, I’ve just never thanked you for looking after Carlo when I was—away. I’m grateful he had you, Evie. You’re a good friend. So,” I tried unsuccessfully to stop the tears from falling down my face, “thank you.”
Her mouth opened, and then she started crying, too. “Oh, Giselle. We were all so sick with worry. I can’t imagine the hell you went through. But here, we were all dying a slow death, not knowing where you were. Or when you were coming back. You and Dani. It was too much for us to bear. The sadness was—” she sniffled and shook her head, “impossible. I gave Carlo the comfort you gave to Nick—when I couldn’t. And you know how grateful I am that you helped us out during that scary time in our lives. It’s what friends do. Right?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but I was interrupted.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” Stefan walked into the living room with a disgusted look on his face. “I guess my invitation got lost in the mail.”