Chapter 1 #3
He let my nipple go and said, “Anything you want, Francesca.” His hand disappeared between us, and I felt him—right there. He pushed in slowly.
Just a bit.
“Eyes on me, Francesca,” Nick said as he pushed in.
A bit more.
And then more.
And then even more.
“Oh, Nick,” I said when he was almost all inside of me. “You feel so good,” I said, panting even though he hadn't even started fucking me yet.
“Not as good as you,” he said, also having difficulty catching his breath. Another moment later, he was fully inside.
And then—
He started moving. In and out.
Slowly.
Gently.
His eyes keeping watch on my face as he did so. “Are you okay?” he asked and kissed my lips.
“Yes, Nick. I'm good.” I kissed him back. He was so caring and kind.
“You'll tell me if it gets too much?”
Oh, my heart. He was too nice.
I smiled against his mouth and nodded. “I'll tell you.”
And then—Nick Rosetti began fucking me. And it was even better than I thought it would be. I held onto his back as he moved in and out of me. He felt so good.
And this felt—so right.
“Do you like fucking my best friend, Francesca?” Stefan asked while watching his best friend do just that.
“Yes, so much.”
Nick kissed me and then let his hand slide up to cup my breast. He sucked and played with my nipple as he increased his pace. His cock was hitting exactly the right place. And I told him so. “Nick, yes. That feels so good. Oh, yes. Right there,” I practically begged.
He let go of my breast and lowered down over me more fully. The feel of his hard body over mine was driving me insane. I was going to come any second.
“Tell Nick you love him. Now, Francesca,” Stefan sternly ordered. It was an odd request, but I did what he said, anyway.
“I love you, Nick,” I said, looking into his sparkling eyes. I saw something change on his face after I'd told him I loved him.
“I love you,” I said again. Nick's thrusts began getting harder.
And faster.
In a really, really, really good way.
“I love you, Nick. I love you so much.” My hands slid around to his chest and up his neck to cup his face. “I love you.”
He fucked me now with a frenzied pace. And I loved it. So, so, so much.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Nick kissed me desperately, taking my lips roughly with his.
“I love you, too, Francesca,” he said back to me.
And something in my soul smiled right along with my lips.
“Fuck,” he said, “I love you. I fucking love you.”
I felt myself tighten right around Nick's cock.
And let go.
I let go of his face and slid my hands to his back. Then I held onto him for dear life. I was coming hard.
And so was he.
I felt his cock pulsing between my legs as he grunted, coming inside of me.
We rode wave after wave of our unrelenting orgasms. My legs wrapped around his waist, trying to get him closer to me.
It felt like we were both in some kind of delirium until we finally began coming down from our shared climax.
“That was definitely worth the wait, Francesca.” Nick chuckled and gave me one more kiss before he pulled out of me. He rolled to his back and removed the condom. After he tossed it into the wastebasket, he pulled me onto his chest and sighed. His hand gently rubbed my arm as we held each other.
“This is all very touching. But you're not finished yet, wife.” I turned to see Stefan standing at the side of our bed.
Naked.
Stroking his cock.
Oh.
Boy.
Nick laughed softly. “Your husband's a bit possessive.”
I rolled over—but Stefan didn't wait. He reached underneath me and pulled me over.
And then—
He was on top of me.
And then—
He was in me.
“Stefan,” I whimpered at the feel of him. He didn't go slow. Or carefully.
No.
He began fucking me.
Hard.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
He'd never done this to me before. This was different.
Way, way, way different.
Stefan pushed up and grabbed my hands with his. Then he held them above my head on the bed.
And kept fucking me.
Hard.
It shocked me—how quickly my orgasm came upon me. I did the only thing I could—and told him. “I'm going to come,” I whispered, wondering if he'd even hear me through his frenzied pace.
“Fuck,” he said, and seemed to slowly come out of wherever he'd been in his head. He gazed down at me and took my mouth with his. “I love you so fucking much.”
And that was it.
My back arched all on its own. I had no control over what my body did next.
I screamed—literally screamed out my orgasm—while Stefan continued thrusting inside me.
I came so hard I swear I saw stars behind my closed eyelids.
Stefan let go of my hands, and I wrapped them around his torso. And then, just when I thought my spasms were waning—
“Oh, my gosh. Stefan, oh,” I whimpered, digging my fingernails into his back. Because I wasn't sure I was going to be able to handle this.
“Fuck, yeah. Come again for me. Fuck,” Stefan muttered, still pounding into me relentlessly.
And I came.
Again.
So, so, so much harder than the last time. My legs clamped tight around his hips as he finally stilled. And came.
“Holy fuck,” he said, slamming his lips down on mine and kissing me deeply while he emptied himself inside of me. I squeezed him—hard—
Everywhere.
Barely able to breathe.
Stefan's lips left mine, and he peppered my face with kisses.
I giggled at what he was doing. It felt nice. And loving.
And slightly goofy.
“I love you, wife,” he whispered against my lips.
“I love you, too, husband.”
One more kiss, and he pulled out of me and rolled to the side. I moved over and snuggled into him, laying my head on his chest.
“There's a very real chance Francesca might have a concussion after that,” Nick said as he moved in behind me. His hand touched my head, and he kissed the side of my face.
Stefan and I laughed quietly. “Perhaps you should hand her back over to me, and I'll check her out.” Nick's hands grabbed my waist, and he tried to pull me away.
“No fuckin' way, man. She stays here.” Stefan's tone was lighthearted, but it was obvious he still meant what he said.
“All right, then. There are other things I can do from this angle.” Nick's fingers dragged down my back, over my behind—and—
“Ohh,” I gasped as his fingers grazed over—that.
Stefan immediately swatted his hands away. “Are you kidding me? We haven't even done that yet,” he scolded Nick—but in a friendly way. Also—Stefan had said, “yet.” Which meant—we would be doing things—there?
Yikes.
“Ah, I see. No assplay at all?”
My eyes went wide, and I lifted my head. “What? Is that an option?” I asked, my voice sounding more than a little shocked.
Stefan chuckled and rubbed my arm. “It's 8. b. Didn't you read that on the spreadsheet?”
Nick's voice interjected, “Spreadsheet? There's a spreadsheet?”
Stefan nodded and looked at his friend. “Color-coded. Francesca's idea.”
There was a short silence until Nick asked, “Can I get in on this spreadsheet? It sounds like a lot for one man to accomplish all by himself with you, Francesca. I think my friend needs help.” Nick laughed quietly and kissed my back. His lips felt nice there.
“The spreadsheet is just for me and my wife. Thanks for your offer, though.” Stefan chuckled at his friend.
Nick continued kissing my back, and I sighed, laying down on Stefan's chest again. Nick's kisses got lower—
And lower—
And lower.
Until he was—right—at my behind.
“That's fine. But one day—” Nick spread my cheeks with his hands and licked—right there. “I'll be here. Inside your tight little ass.”
Stefan sighed and shook his head. “Stop. You're scaring her.”
Nick kissed my cheeks and let them go. “Fine, but she should know and be prepared.”
Stefan's lips touched my forehead, and he put his hand on my behind. “She'll be ready for you, Nick. Don't worry.”
Double yikes.