Chapter 11
MASSIMO
My head’s a mess. Not my lower head, he’s great, if not too full again to remain lying next to her without doing something about it.
With Em’s snores filling the room and her soft body in my arms, I was up all night.
I finally got up when my cock needed draining, doing that over the bathroom sink before showering and grabbing a workout in the fitness room we have upstairs.
Even after all that, I couldn’t convince myself that this won’t end in disaster.
That I won’t get hurt again. Now that we actually have her.
My heart wants more. Like it did with her.
The one before. I’ve tried not to go there.
Many times, but something about wanting Sofia to stay around has brought those memories back.
I could hear it in Em’s voice last night.
Of course, he wants her. I mean, look at her.
She’s a total smoke show, caring, and a basic badass.
But he wants her in one way. I want her in every way.
All the ways I gave to someone who didn’t deserve it.
I don’t want to make that mistake again, but with Sof, I think she could be different.
Might actually need me for me. Want, both Em and me.
She’s older. Sees bad shit every day and takes care of random people all the time.
But who takes care of her? No one, and I want us to be that for her.
She didn’t balk at it like most girls do when the alcohol wears off.
Nah, she’s been sober the whole time and still curious.
She didn’t freak out last night when Em pushed in.
I saw her watching him. Her eyes were glued to my brother’s junk.
Her pussy flooded with wetness. That’s something she can’t hide or deny.
She wanted him, right alongside what I was doing to her.
Good. We plan to give her the complete twin treatment.
But with how I’m feeling, I want her to look at me the way I do her.
“Ugh, this sucks,” I groan over the breakfast I’m making to serve her in bed. Another tactic to make her happy and get her to stay.
“What sucks?”
I spin around when I hear her voice. She’s wearing one of my shirts.
Drowning in it. Her hair is a wild mess.
Dark circles surround her eyes. I don’t know if it’s makeup or natural, but she looks way prettier.
Way less stressed. Her hands plant on her hips, the only thing that adds shape to my shirt that’s almost to her knees.
“Damn, you’re even more beautiful now than last night.”
I can’t help but tell her. My heart does that stupid pitter-patter thing it does whenever she’s around me now. She sort of frowns. Then I sort of frown.
“You don’t have to say that. You still got laid last night, if that’s what you’re after.”
Not even close to what I’m after. And technically, I didn’t get laid. I gave her oral. I’d have done a lot more if I could have. Said a lot more too. Like, what’cha doing the rest of your life? Living, loving, and fucking my brother and me. Okay. I’ll order a bigger bed today.
“It’s true,” she insists when I cross the space, ready to take her into my arms. But she steps back. I stop, frown harder. “What’s wrong?”
Besides just about everything. I glance away again. When she stares at me so hard, like she’s looking at a patient’s chart at work, it makes me nervous.
“No, Papito. I want to know what sucks before you make a move on me.”
Was I making a move? Not yet. But I wanted to hold her. Pretend she’s mine or ours for a little longer before she comes up with some excuse to run out of here and back to her life.
“I don’t know what you like for breakfast. Normally, I get you at night, so I got your dinner choices covered, but—”
“What you have is fine,” she cuts me off and skirts around me all at the same time.
I’m left looking down the hall to my bedroom, where I assume my brother’s still sleeping.
“I want to talk about last night. I think I should go home today. I’ll get the new locks like you said, but I can handle that since I’m off today. ”
And just like that, it’s over.
She didn’t even give me five minutes before saying she’s leaving.
The pitter-patter of my heart slows to a low, sad thump.
Everything about this is wrong. I had a whole day planned in my head about how I could sell her on us.
Part involved Em, and another, more romantic part, just me and her.
Now those are vanishing faster than she can say, “Ay.”
“I already have my guy over there doing that.”
My shoulders slump. I drag myself back to the bacon popping in the pan. The over easy eggs are starting to harden. I wonder how to tell her what I want.
“But if you want—”
“Do you have salsa?” she overrides me, already in the fridge moving things around for shit I know I don’t have. It’s mostly full of beer, wine coolers for chicks, and a few white claws. “Ay, you have no real food. What is this?”
She drags out some Tupperware shit that Ryan left for Em to try. A meal prep recipe that we shoved to the back a couple of weeks ago.
“Um . . .”
I mess with the eggs a bit longer, avoiding looking at her even though I feel her eyes on me.
“Papito, this will make you guys sick if you don’t throw things out.” She opens the lid and gags. The smell hits me, and I wrinkle my nose while she’s shoving it down the garbage disposal. “Today, you clean this place up. No excuses.”
“Only if you help,” I casually toss over my shoulder as another reason to make her stay.
Last night, with my mouth buried in her pussy, my nose stuffed in her asshole, I was happy. To know her like that is everything. And fuck if I don’t want to taste all that again. Do way more nasty shit with her today. Hell, fuck her poolside. Have her screaming for all the neighbors if she lets me.
“Did you hear me?”
I didn’t.
“Yeah.”
“What did I say?”
I finally glance back at her. She’s moving things into piles on the kitchen bar. Organizing, I guess. Her eyes squint, suspicious.
“How great last night was, but you want more. You want to know what it’s like with Em and me.”
To her credit, she looks away and sort of blushes or something. The tables have turned, and now she’s avoiding me. Good. Let her know what it feels like to be in the hot seat. I turn all the burners off, then face her.
“I’ll tell you. You’ll start on your back. Spread your legs and play with yourself, while we stroke our cocks. You’ll put on a show for us. Trying to decide who goes where.”
Her dark eyes come back to me. I stalk toward her again. This time, I won’t let her step away. Not this time.
“Not your ass. Not yet, but we will. Eventually. But I’ll eat you out. Finger both holes. Get you primed and ready to take both of us. You’d like that, huh?”
I capture her at the edge of the wet bar. Her breath stuck in her throat. My t-shirt gets pulled up to find her pussy again. She keeps it trimmed, not bald like most women. It’s hot seeing the tight patch of curls. Tighter than the messy hair on her head.
“Oh yeah, you do.”
Her cunt is wet. My fingers do what they do best. Separating and exploring. Stroking her clit, she gasps. Her hand lands on my forearm, not to stop it. Keeping it in place as her hips slowly move against my fingertips.
“I’d bend you over right here.”
I do just that. Spin her around so her tits are smashed on the counter.
My shirt pulls up, and I’m on my knees behind her.
It’s so fast, she only whispers, “Papito,” but stays spread out for me.
Like a fucking madman, I’m already pulling her ass cheeks apart.
Already diving into the best damn breakfast in the world.
For her part, she widens her stance and arches her back.
“Control, Sof. You need someone to take it.”
My hands wrap around her hips and tug her toward me. Angling her off the counter and more bent over. Giving me access to everything.
“You need me to boss you around the same as you love to boss us around.”
My tongue flattens at her clit, then drags through her cunt and ends at her asshole. She smells amazing. More mush and less fresh than last night. More flavoring is what Em and I always say.
It’s the fucking best.
“I’ll do it every time, Sof.”
She wiggles her ass, trying to shift away when my tongue travels the same path. Her skin heats under my touch. I know she wants more. But she’s fighting herself, and I don’t know why.
“You want to give this to me. You want us to take turns with you. Have you stuffed and fucked.”
Her hips still. Her breath seems to stop. She’s fighting herself even more. I won’t let her. I’ll take control and give her what she wants but won’t ask for. I don’t need to hear her words. I know enough to know women don’t always ask for what they want.
“It starts now, baby. Papito knows what you need and want.”
No more words. Just eating.
I give her one more long swipe before latching onto her clit.
A small moan escapes her. Her hips start to move again.
Her pussy floods with wetness. Everything about this is perfect.
The shirt gapes toward the floor. Giving me a perfect view of her tits and hard nipples when I pull away.
My thumb drifts toward her pussy, dragging some of her juices to her no-no hole, as Em always calls it.
She wants this. Wants to take turns with us. I saw it last night. I feel it today.
When my tongue stuffs into her pussy, my thumb circles her asshole.
It’s tight and puckered. Unwilling to open.
That’s fine. We’ll train up her ass to take us.
The thought of her wearing a butt plug all day gets my cock blistering hard.
My balls pull so tight to my body, they choke the base of my cock.
She mutters in Spanish, something she did a lot last night. I’m going to learn every word of her language to know what she’s saying. I already speak Greek with my parents. How hard can it be to learn another language? But that can wait for now.
The taste of her is all-consuming, and I can’t get enough of it. Sofia’s moans fill the room, a sweet melody that fuels my desire to please her. My tongue works in tandem with my thumb, determined to drink her as my morning protein.
Her body is responding. Her hips grind against my face. Her pussy is absolutely dripping into my mouth. She’s so close, on the edge of ecstasy, and I’m eager to push her over it. Every gasp, every shudder, every whisper spurs me on.
As I continue my oral assault on her, I can’t help but revel in the power I have over her at this moment.
The way she so freely gives into me. Her sassy mouth spews her fears about us, but her body readily accepts me.
Eagerly welcomes me into her sweet, sweet pussy.
I groan loudly, the rumbles setting off a chain reaction.
Starting with a scream, she convulses, her asshole pushing out as her pussy clenches around my tongue.
She’s coming, and I’m swallowing it all.
Savoring the taste and pushing my thumb past her barrier, which has her jumping forward.
Away. Something we’ll continue to work on.
Her legs shake, edging onto her tiptoes. My cock nearly bursts in my shorts. Wanting to stand up and shove into her, really make her scream. But I did a good job for now. I’ll feed her, then convince her to stay to really get the whole Dimas experience. Then she’ll never want to leave.
“You taste so damn good, Sof.”
I stand, my cock hurts from not spewing my load all over her. I’d draw my name in cum on her ass cheeks to stake my claim. That would be fucking hot.
My forearm locks around her waist, holding her in place so my cock can at least rub against her wet parts. She’s breathing hard and gripping the counter like her life depends on it. I hold her waiting for her to feel steady on her feet.
“I’ll do that day and night if you let me. You wouldn’t even need to shower after work. The more flavor, the better.”
“Ay, don’t say such things.” Her scold comes out in a breathy heap. She’s back to normal. Stealing back the control of her body so easily relinquished. It’s a brain fuck that I love. “I already feel unclean from last night.”
She leans into my body. Her eyes are looking across the room at nothing.
“Consider this your cleaning then, baby.”
I hold her. She lets me. It’s great. Her curly hair tickles the underside of my chin.
Her fat ass is snug against my cock. I’d love to recreate this naked with him stuffed into her asshole and my brother eating out her pussy, or maybe worse, fucking it, but double penetration for someone who’s never done it, takes time.
And just by the little sex we’ve had, I know she’s never done that before.
Pride and happiness swell my chest that we’ll be the first.
“Because I love a little Latina flavoring.”