Chapter 15
SOFIA
Caught in post orgasmic haze, the words are out of my mouth before I realize it. Both guys’ faces are shocked. Me too. I don’t know what’s come over me. But with the way Emilio is looking at me and shoving his brother aside, I want it. It’s so taboo and makes me sweat more.
Mas slips out, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. For his part, he moves to the side and sucks my nipple. The used condom filled with his semen dangles from his cock. It’s certainly not sexy, but with all his focus on me, I get it.
“Are you fucking serious? No take backs!” he yells, shoving a crutch into the wall and throwing open a drawer in search of something. “Mas, where the hell are the condoms? MAS, HELP ME! Before she changes her mind.”
I grab his arm, still coming down from the high of my powerful orgasm.
“I’m not changing my mind. I want you, Emilio.”
He stops and stares at me. Almost confused. His brother has his hands all over me. Stroking from the base of my throat, over my breasts, and down to my clit. Complete awe on his face.
Maybe I should regret this. Maybe I shouldn’t have both brothers back-to-back. Maybe I should do a lot of things in life. But I gave myself this weekend. Allowing myself to indulge. To lose myself in this experience that I might not ever get again. Both care about me in their own way.
Massimo is very sweet and protective, especially over his brother.
Emilio is wild and free, but sweet and protective of my dog.
Both accepting me as I am without wanting to change anything about me.
I’m not too loud. Not too bossy. I don’t need to lose weight or trim down my curves.
They both like them. Emilio is much more vocal about it than his brother.
“Go ahead,” I encourage, moving my hand from his arm to his utterly ridiculous pink bathing suit.
“Got you begging now.” He smirks, tugging the side of the thin bits of fabric.
“Tearaway speedo, of course.” Massimo snorts in amusement without interrupting the swirling fingertips on my clit. Making me hot, flush, and needy.
“Always, bro. Be prepared, or whatever that shit is they taught us in Boy Scouts.” He grips the base of his cock, coming closer to me when Massimo stops him.
“We were never Boy Scouts, you idiot.” An annoyed exhalation ripples out of him. “Now wrap your micro dick up, or you don’t get in her.”
He gives his brother the middle finger. Then goes back to rummaging through the drawers.
“I don’t have a micro dick. Diego does,” he grumbles before doing a little dance, slapping his cock side to side on his thighs while holding up a condom.
A crooked smile flashes on his face. The tip of his tongue sticks out when he opens the package and tries to put it on. “My chubby is at least eight inches.”
I grind against Massimo’s fingers, craving more.
“I’ll decide if it’s eight or not,” I taunt him, knowing it will get his focus back on me. Those tan eyes meet mine in a flash. I grab the counter when he drags me closer. My butt dips over the edge, almost sliding directly onto him.
“Ay, Nene, that angle is so so good.”
His cast hits the cabinet as he tries to get closer. The bulk is an issue, but he doesn’t care. He’s slamming into me. Hard and fast. It steals my breath from my lungs when he grips the back of my knees and shoves them into my chest.
“Oh fuck, Mas, this is amazing. You fucking bastard, getting her first. Damn, selfish if you ask me. I’m the one hurt.”
He doesn’t fuck like he’s hurt. That’s for sure. His head shakes side to side. My body is rolled into a ball. He bends me in half with his weight heavily on me. The tension threatens to snap my hip flexors if it weren’t for him hitting the perfect spot.
My breath comes out in harsh pants in sync with his.
His brother’s fingers are brutal in their assault on my clit.
Too sensitive and not enough all at the same time.
Where Massimo is a lover, Emilio is a fucker.
The mix is intoxicating. Sometimes a girl could just use a good railing, and with him, I’m getting it.
He doesn’t even seem to care about the rolls of flesh tucked under my boobs, smashed under my knees.
It’s liberating to be this free and desired.
“You fuck like you’re a hurt rabid dog. Ease up on her.”
He pushes against his twin’s chest, getting him to drop it back from a thousand to nine hundred. It teases the orgasm climbing in my core.
“She loves it. Right, Sof. Say I’m better than Massi. Tell him you like how I fuck you better.”
The competition with his brother is next level. But I don’t want to say that. I want both ways. I want sweet and caring and down and dirty.
Sweat pops up from my every pore. My hands squeak against the counter, and if it weren’t for leverage, I’d probably fall off completely. Gravity is dragging my butt closer to the floor, practically impaling me on his cock.
“I don’t know, Emilio. I’m not certain this is eight inches,” I bait him, needing him to finish me off.
Massimo laughs, his fingers finally take a break from my sensitive clit. Resting lightly and suddenly isn’t enough.
“Fuck eight, I’ll show you ten.”
He backs up his words by ramming into me. I moan loudly as my pussy clenches. The rings of pleasure are building at a feverish pace. The two of us work opposite each other. Massimo dips his head to mine, capturing my lips.
His tongue plunges in, wrestling with mine.
His hand cups my head, allowing me to relax backwards, and his fingers start twirling.
It’s too much, overwhelming, and amazing all at once.
I’m dizzy with lust. Seconds away from coming when he pinches my clit.
Sending me into bliss and swallowing my screams as I violently come.
I’m trembling. My body convulses with waves of pleasure as both brothers smother me.
Each doing what they do best. One takes care of me.
The other fucks me. Their touches contrast yet are perfectly complementary.
Emilio’s grip is firm, his thrusts deep and punishing, while Massimo’s touch is gentle, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on my skin as his kisses soften. It’s an amazing and unexpected blend.
Emilio’s rhythm is becoming more erratic. Leaning harder into my legs. I know he’s close. I want to push him over the edge, to feel him lose control inside me.
Breaking away from Massimo’s kiss, just long enough to whisper. “Give me all ten inches, Nene.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh fuck. Sof. My angel. Fucking cinnamon toast crunch,” he blabbers nonsense, but he’s coming.
Grunting and groaning. His grip loosens.
“Move in with us. Let us do this every day. Every night. I’ll even build a dog fort in my room for our son.
We’ll have puppy birthday parties. Invite all his puppy friends.
I’ll be the best damn stepdad, dog mom. You’ll see. ”
Mas gasps. Not in a good way. Not sexual anyway. His eyes widen as he straightens up. His fingers stop dancing across my clammy flesh. Wham. Back to reality. Emilio is still pumping. Much slower, not noticing what’s happening. What he’s done. But Mas knows. He understands.
When Emilio finally withdraws, he’s breathing raggedly.
I’m left tangled in a web of emotions that I can’t quite unravel.
The intense pleasure still lingers in my body, but reality is dawning quickly.
Looking between the two brothers, I see the stark contrast in their postures.
Emilio, still caught up in the afterglow, wears a satisfied smirk on his face.
His brother stands frozen, his eyes wide with realization.
“In your face, bro. You know I tore her shit up better than you did.”
He has no clue. Guilt washes over me. I allowed myself to be consumed by the passion of the moment, indulging in forbidden desires without fully considering the consequences. And now, seeing the look on Massimo’s face, I understand that I’ve crossed a line that I can never uncross.
“Didn’t I?” he challenges, yanking the condom off and throwing it on the floor.
Massimo carefully helps me sit on the counter. The wetness from my pussy squishes underneath me. He gently massages the feeling back into my legs. Avoiding my eyes and answering his brother’s question.
“Not now,” he grits out.
Teeth clenched. Features hardening. This is what we were talking about by the pool when Emilio interrupted, and I was so grateful for that interruption. But now, with both asking in their own way?
“What? It’s perfect. You said you wanted to pulverize her ex, and if she’s here with us, then you won’t have to.”
My gaze drifts from Massimo to his twin and then back. His face shifts again. The corners of his mouth pull down, and he slowly raises his eyes to mine.
“You really want to hurt my ex? After everything I’ve been through, you think violence is the answer?”
A chill slips down my spine. Maybe he’s not the guy I thought he was. Certainly, he could do damage with his muscles. But I thought his disposition would stop him from that.
“Hell yeah, he would. Mas looooves you.”
Massimo doesn’t answer, but his brother does.
My chest clenches. Nausea swims in my stomach.
What I took as a fun weekend, a chance to have my first and now only threesome, has taken a bad turn.
Straight into the ditch. If he has feelings for me.
If he loves me, which I don’t even know how that’s possible after a little over a month, then I need to cut this off.
Stop this from going any further. Because there’s no way he could love me. He barely knows me.
“I need a shower.”
Create a diversion. Then get out of here. I don’t even really know where I’m at. Somewhere in the fancy part of town where women drive Mercedes worth more than my annual salary and nannies walk the dogs alongside the kids.
“Sofia.”
A plea from Massimo.
But I’m already scooting off the counter, careful not to step on Em’s used condom and cross the bathroom in search of towels. I feel both eyes on me. Emilio is oddly quiet. Maybe he’s finally reading the room.
“Cool, shower sex! I get dibs on the hot water first.”
Or maybe not.
“No, Nene. Only me. You and your brother, go clean up elsewhere.” I open the cabinet to find a stack of misfolded towels. Grabbing two, I smell them to ensure they are clean. “Now go.”
“Ugh, that’s not fair. I need to shower too.
My chubby is filthy. He needs a special cleaning in your hidey-hole.
They say pussies are like self-cleaning ovens, and mine wants to be cleaned by your oven.
” He’s hobbling toward me, but Mas blocks him with his body.
Finally ripping the condom off his dick and throwing it in the trash can.
“Shut the fuck up and leave her alone. You already said enough.”
“What did I do now?”
He looks confused. His eyes move between us, lingering on the place he just was and licking his lips.
I shake my head and move to the shower to turn it on.
The sooner I get cleaned up, the faster I can figure out how to get out of here.
How to go back to my life where men aren’t so imposing.
Trying to control my life or trying to pulverize my ex.
The last thing I need is the police involved in anything related to me.
I could lose my job if that happened. And I couldn’t support my family back home.
Everything about this is sudden, very wrong, and very over.
“Please go.”
They argue back and forth a bit more, but eventually leave me alone with the hot water and hotter thoughts. One feels amazing. The other doesn’t.
“What am I doing?”