Chapter 8 #2
Sofia’s tits swung free, nipples tight from the night air, brushing the cold lid of the trunk with every thrust. Her cunt clenched and flooded, hot juice dripping down her thigh in thick rivulets, cooling as it met the night and then dripping onto the asphalt with soft, wet ticks.
The wet, obscene sound of skin on skin cracked off the brick walls, flesh meeting flesh, the slick glide of his dick punching in and out of her stretched hole.
Antonio’s voice came through the intercom, carefully neutral, a little rougher than usual. “Ms. Russo? Everything all right?”
Sofia’s laugh broke on a thrust, breath fogging in the cool air. “Perfectly fine, Antonio. Keep the car running.”
Rome didn’t slow. He fucked her through one orgasm, her cry sharp and high, cunt spasming in hot, rhythmic pulses, then another, until her standing leg shook and she was dripping down her own thigh onto the asphalt in long, shiny strings.
Only then did he bury himself to the hilt and cum hard, flooding her in thick, hot spurts while she clenched around him like she never wanted him to leave.
The heat of it was almost scalding, the pressure of his dick throbbing against her cervix.
They stayed locked like that for a long moment, breathing hard, city noise distant beyond the alley mouth, sirens, a distant horn, the low thrum of traffic. The smell of sex rose thick and shameless, mixing with exhaust and wet brick.
Rome’s voice was low, rough, right against her ear, breath hot. “Antonio. Get out here.”
The driver’s door opened with a soft click.
Footsteps on wet asphalt, measured, deliberate.
Antonio rounded the back of the car, face carefully blank, eyes locked somewhere past them at first. The night air kissed the sweat on Sofia’s spine.
Rome didn’t pull out. He kept her bent over the trunk, dick still buried and twitching inside her, cum already leaking around the tight seal of his shaft in warm, slow dribbles that tickled down her inner thigh.
“Watch,” Rome said.
Sofia’s breath hitched. She looked back over her shoulder, pupils blown, lips parted and shiny.
Antonio stood three feet away, hands at his sides, the front of his black trousers already tented hard, the outline of his dick thick and obvious against the fine fabric.
The streetlight caught the sheen of sweat at his temples.
Rome pulled almost all the way out, cool air kissed the stretched, shiny rim of her cunt, then slammed back in with a wet, filthy sound that made Sofia cry out.
Another hard thrust. Another. He fucked her open right there in front of the driver, the alley air cool on her exposed skin, the smell of sex thick and shameless, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing off the brick like a metronome.
“Look at her,” Rome ordered, voice low and absolute. “Look at how she takes it.”
Antonio’s jaw flexed. His eyes dropped, on command, to where Rome’s dick was stretching Sofia’s cunt, shiny with her cream and his cum, sliding in and out in long, brutal strokes.
The wet, rhythmic sound of it filled the narrow space.
Sofia moaned, louder now, shameless, pushing back to meet every thrust, the soft give of her body taking him to the root.
Rome reached around, two fingers finding her clit, swollen, slick, hypersensitive, rubbing tight circles while he kept pounding her. The dual sensation made her thighs tremble. “Gonna cum again for him, baby? Let him see what a filthy little thing you are when you’re full of me.”
She did. Hard. Legs shaking, cunt spasming in violent, milking pulses, a fresh rush of wetness coating Rome’s dick and dripping onto the asphalt between her feet with soft, wet sounds.
Antonio’s breathing had gone uneven, audible now, rough, controlled, but not enough.
The outline of his dick was clear, thick and straining, a dark wet spot already blooming at the tip of his trousers.
Rome finally pulled out. Cum and slick poured out of Sofia in a thick, white string, sliding down her inner thigh in a warm, sticky trail that cooled against the night air.
He didn’t wipe her. He left her open and dripping, bent over the trunk, ass up, pussy gaping and used, the pink, swollen rim fluttering, shiny under the streetlight.
“Your turn to clean her up, Antonio.” Rome’s voice was calm. Absolute. “On your knees. Use your mouth. Don’t waste a drop.”
Antonio didn’t hesitate. He dropped to the dirty alley floor right behind her, knees hitting wet asphalt with a soft thud, hands braced on the backs of her thighs, warm skin, trembling muscle, and buried his face between them.
The first drag of his tongue was broad and greedy, hot and wet, licking up every filthy mix of Rome’s cum and Sofia’s juices.
The taste of it, salty, musky, thick, filled his mouth.
He sucked at her swollen cunt like he was starving for it, tongue pushing inside to scoop out more, the wet sounds of his mouth loud and shameless in the quiet alley.
Sofia’s head dropped forward with a broken sound, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the cold metal of the trunk.
Rome stood over them both, dick still hard and glistening, watching the driver eat his load out of her while the Maybach’s engine idled and the city kept moving just beyond the mouth of the alley.
The smell of sex and wet brick and exhaust hung heavy.
Rome’s hand settled in Antonio’s hair, thick, short, slightly damp, guiding him deeper, pressing his face harder against Sofia’s dripping cunt.
“That’s it. Get her clean enough to take me again.”
Sofia’s moan echoed off the brick, raw and open, as Antonio’s tongue worked her open and filthy and used, the night air cool on her skin, the heat of two men surrounding her in the narrow dark.
Rome’s phone buzzed with a message from his brother.
What did you find?
Rome stared at the screen.Then another message appeared.
Don’t call
Come home
Rome looked around.
“What?” Sophia asked, getting up and brushing herself off.
“Something’s wrong.”
Rome stared out the Maybach window as they headed back toward the city. He had started the night looking for Rico, Instead, he’d found Leon.And Leon had given him one sentence he couldn’t stop hearing.
Ask your brother what was on the last truck.
Rome opened his phone, He typed one message to Demario.
Don’t tell Rico I’m looking into him.
Three dots appeared, Then disappeared.
I already know bro
Then his phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
You should’ve left Rico alone
Rome’s blood went cold, Because whoever sent it knew exactly what he’d been doing. And they knew before Demario did.