Chapter 17
MADISON
My mouth falls open in surprise. We’ve fucked around with the plug several times this week, but a little piece of silicone is nothing to the feeling of Seth’s lubed-up cock, all silky iron strength, relentlessly pressing into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper. “So tight.”
“You’re doing so good,” Seth says. “Do you need me to stop or slow down?”
“Neither.” I stare down at Damiano’s muscled chest, forcing myself to breathe. “I can do this.”
Damiano tilts my chin so we stare into each other’s eyes. “You are so beautiful, Madison, and so strong. All we want is your pleasure, to show you we appreciate you.”
My eyes water with emotion, and he wipes away an errant tear. How is he so sweet? He always says the right thing. And with his body pressed against my front, and Seth’s against my back, I’m surrounded in their love and affection.
“You’re ours, Madison,” Seth adds. “We’ll always take care of you. I’m going to go in a little farther, okay?”
“Yeah.” I tense up, waiting.
“Try to relax, sweetheart.” He rests his hand on the middle of my back, soothing, reminding me that he’s in control. “Let it happen, and it should feel good.”
I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath, letting it out slowly and letting my muscles go limp.
“You’re doing a great job,” Damiano says. “So good. Can you feel both of us, enjoying your body?”
He pulls partly out of me before easing in again.
Seth does the same. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched.
I cling to Damiano’s strong shoulders as the two of them move slowly, taking their time.
They murmur sweet words in their low voices.
Damiano switches between English and Italian.
I don’t always know what he’s saying, but from his tone, I can make some good guesses.
Beautiful, you’re doing so good, mine, ours, always, take me, take it all.
Seth’s strokes grow more powerful. Now that I’m more used to his presence, he doesn’t need to be as careful with me.
I always thought anal sex sounded raunchy, dirty.
Now, with Damiano and Seth, I realize it can also be beautiful, fulfilling.
It’s an expression of love, and with consenting adults, there can’t be anything wrong with that.
I didn’t expect to come from this, because the feelings are so foreign and new. Yet as Damiano thrusts carefully into my pussy and Seth alternates thrusts in my ass, my body grows warmer and warmer. My pleasure heightens.
“How close are you?” Seth asks.
“I—I don’t know.” I gasp as Damiano’s angle changes and he hits my g-spot. “Close, I think. Keep going—right there—”
“We have you, bella.” Damiano grips my hips, lifting me up and down as he thrusts. He lets go with one hand so he can grasp one of my breasts, teasing the nipple in a way that has pleasure-pain shooting straight to my clit. I feel it there, I feel all of it there, throbbing and insistent.
I’m so close, and it feels so good. Too good. What’s going to happen when I lose control, and I’m already so full, everything so tight? I need the release, but I fear how strong it will be.
“Come for us.” Seth’s voice is low and strained. “We’ll hold you through it. Come on our cocks, let us feel your orgasm.”
Yes—a few more strokes. I’m over the ledge, flying outward, my body exploding in a million bits of confetti-pleasure. I can’t help but cry out at the intense feelings. My back arches as the guys continue their harsh-yet-perfect rhythm.
Seth comes first, his body going rigid behind me. “Madison, Madison,” he repeats. “Yes, sweetheart, I love you, fuck—yes, Madison.”
Damiano groans, and I feel him emptying into me with his final, short thrusts. “Bella, Madison, ti amo, ti amo.” He tugs my face down to his and kisses me softly, sweetly.
“I love you both.” My words are quiet, but I know they can hear me even over the sounds of our heavy breathing and the pounding of our hearts.
After they clean me up with soft cloths, we fall into bed for a long nap.
I stretch out between my two men, feeling like a pampered princess. Maybe we still have our communication issues, maybe they’re too domineering sometimes. But there is no doubt in my mind that I’m adored.
Will it be enough, their adoration for me and the love I hold for them?
Only time will tell.
When we wake up, we order room service and enjoy a feast. It isn’t long before their hands are wandering over my body. Soon, we’re making love again. It seems we can’t get enough of each other…and I couldn’t be happier.
MADISON
Our vacation was perfect, the stuff of dreams. Now, it’s hard being home.
I missed this old house, but not in the way I thought I would.
In some ways, I still feel as if it isn’t completely mine.
Is it guilt at Ford having to move out? Or guilt that I wasn’t as close to Great-Aunt Vivienne as I wish I’d been? I might never know.
I feel like she would approve of what I’ve done to the place so far. I donated most of her clothing to shelters and charities that help empower women. And I still wear her star sapphire ring every day.
What’s missing is Damiano and Seth, I think.
I just spent a week with them in Mexico.
I know a vacation is very different from living together, but it was amazing getting to spend so much time with them.
We made a perfect little unit. I never had to feel guilty about going downstairs to the coffee shop to read by myself, and I didn’t mind if one of them took off on a quick hike along the trails.
We did some things together, some things alone.
And every night, we came together in physical demonstrations of our love. It was a perfect balance.
On the plane during our return to California, they asked me to live with them. Not just for my safety this time, but for real. I could move into Nove and be with them as their live-in girlfriend. Seth said he’d move into Damiano’s penthouse, so all three of us would be together.
Something about it didn’t feel right, though. Maybe I haven’t lived alone for long enough. I feel like I just got here, that I’m still figuring out what I want, and who I am. Not to mention, I like my house. Mostly, anyway. The spooky creaking gets on my nerves. I’m not ready to leave.
I text our group chat. I’m sorry.
Seth’s response is immediate. No need to apologize, Madison. We understand.
I cried when they dropped me off at home. So silly of me, but it was like I knew our vacation bliss was ending, and it’s back to real life. I’m not lonely like I was before I started seeing them, but I’m lonely in other ways.
I spend the afternoon and evening both unpacking and catching up on my favorite shows. It’s strangely soothing, until my dumb house starts creaking again. It usually happens after dark, but not always. In a fit of irritation, I pound on the wall. “Shut up, house.”
There’s one more creak, then silence.
This place is freaking eerie, sometimes.
A little before midnight, my eyelids start drooping. I grab up my snack dishes and take them to the kitchen. It’s dim and cozy in here, the room lit only by the fixture over the sink.
Just past the privacy hedge, the lights are on at the Kavlans’ house. I wonder if the two of them have made up, and if Charmaine still thinks I’m a husband-stealing slut. Fuck that—I don’t want anything to do with her lecherous, wandering-eye, walking red flag.
I text Seth and Damiano. Goodnight. I miss you.
I miss you too, Damiano texts back.
So do I, Seth adds. Something to think about—Thanksgiving? With my parents?
I gulp. Thanksgiving is next week. Shit. All three of us?
I will sit this one out, Damiano writes.
It makes sense. If Seth’s parents are already weird about him and me together, how would they react to a triad relationship?
You don’t have to decide right now, Madison, Seth writes.
Okay. I’ll think about it.
Hell, I don’t know if I can think about anything else at this point. I probably won’t even be able to sleep. Is Seth even talking to his parents? He didn’t say. I don’t want to discuss it over text, so I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow to talk to him.
I lean against the kitchen counter, exhausted. The lights go off at the Kavlans’ house. I should shut everything off, too. I reach across the sink for the light switch and flick it off.
Now I’m face to face with the window, still leaning in toward the switch, staring into the darkness.
And through that window, a face stares back at me.
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