Chapter 4
Francesca
“Nick,” I moaned as his fingers dragged up my leg. I was already dripping wet for him. And he was about to find that out.
It was well after supper. Carlo and Eve had cleaned the kitchen and disappeared upstairs with Giselle. But Nick had stayed on the patio with Stefan and me—drinking and talking.
My head started to spin a little. Not bad, but I'd had a lot of wine. So, I decided to lie down on one of the large chaise lounges. A few minutes later—Nick was beside me. And—well—we started making out. It felt—nice.
And right.
And really, really, really good.
One of his hands was currently undoing the few buttons on my dress, as his other hand was busy sliding up my thigh.
“Tell me, Francesca.” Nick's mouth left mine and kissed down my jaw to my neck. I shivered as he licked his way down. “Tell me how you felt—watching Carlo fuck my wife. Did you like it?”
I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heck out of what he was doing to me.
“Francesca. Did you like watching Carlo fuck my wife?” He stopped kissing my neck and was looking right at me.
We were both already panting. I nodded and answered, “Yes.”
It was obviously the answer he wanted because he smiled. “And did it make you wet? When you watched them—did your tight little pussy get all wet, Francesca?”
Oh.
Nick was good at dirty talk, too.
Just like Stefan.
I glanced over and saw my husband's eyes on me.
On me—and Nick.
“Yes, watching them fuck made me wet,” I answered back truthfully and looked at Nick.
His smile grew. “Good. Did it make you want to touch yourself?”
I opened my mouth—and the rest just tumbled out. “I did touch myself. When I was in the closet.”
Nick didn't hide his surprise. “You did?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
His hand covered my breast over the thin material of my dress. “Here?” he asked, lightly squeezing me. His eyes were fixed on mine.
“Yes.”
I gasped as his fingers meandered down my belly, finally finding their way between my legs. “Here?” he asked, his voice now sounding strained.
Again, I nodded. “Yes, there, too.”
His eyes gazed over my face like he was looking for something. But I had no idea what it was.
“How long did you touch yourself for?”
Nick lightly grazed his fingers over my thong. And it felt really, really, really good.
“A while. Until they came.”
His head tilted slightly. “Why didn't you come, too?” he inquired in a steady, almost cautious voice.
“I did, Nick. I came with them. But they didn't even know.”
He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “You have no idea how happy that makes me, Francesca.” Then he kissed me.
Deeply.
When he removed his hands from me, I whimpered and frowned.
“Don't worry. We'll continue upstairs.” He reached down for my hands and pulled me up. My head was still a little dizzy.
“Bring the wine,” he said to Stefan as we walked by the table. Stefan nodded and stood to follow us.
My lower belly clenched deliciously. The thought of doing what we did last night—and this morning—all over again excited me. A lot.
Once we were in our bedroom, Nick started kissing me.
His hands roaming my body. He finished undoing the buttons on the front of my dress and slipped it over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
He helped me step out of it and then his eyes took a minute to look me up and down.
“Christ, Francesca. You are stunning. Absolutely stunning.”
Stefan walked in but didn't close the door behind him. Which I thought was a little odd. But whatever.
“I agree. My wife is definitely stunning.” Stefan set the glasses down on the dresser and poured wine into each one. Then he walked over to us.
“Here, Chesca.” He handed me a glass. And then he gave one to Nick.
“To a beautiful evening.” Nick raised his glass. “And an extremely fun one.”
We all smiled at that and clinked glasses.
I knew I'd had more than enough wine. But it tasted so good.
And I loved how tipsy I felt. So—I drank half of the glass pretty quickly.
Stefan drank and then stepped over to me and touched my back while he leaned down for a kiss.
His tongue found mine, and he sighed, kissing me deeply.
He tasted of the wine we'd been drinking.
It was a dry, white wine, with a hint of peach.
After he finished our kiss, Nick stepped closer and placed his hand on my upper back—and kissed me, too. Nick tasted like the wine, too. We'd been kissing for a while outside. And I was ready to move on to whatever he had planned.
“I love this bra,” Stefan said, his hand cupping my breast. I moaned into Nick's mouth as Stefan's fingers grazed over my hard nipple.
Nick finished our kiss and gazed down at my chest. “It is beautiful.” Nick's hand covered my other breast, and he swiped his thumb over my nipple. He looked at me. “Let's finish our wine so we can move on to the next part of the evening. Shall we?”
I nodded eagerly and brought the glass to my lips. I started drinking, and so did the men. Nick's index finger touched the bottom of my glass and tipped it up slowly. He gave me a devilish smirk. “Oh, Francesca. We're going to have such fun together. I can hardly wait.”
Stefan took our glasses when we were done and placed them on the dresser.
He was back before I knew it and stepped behind me.
Before I knew it, his hands were undoing my bra.
It went slack over my shoulders. Nick pulled it off the rest of the way.
His hands touched my breasts, and he stared into my eyes.
“Do you even realize how beautiful you are?” He looked at me in awe.
And I was just drunk enough to accept his compliment without a fight or opposition.
Nick clearly wanted me. No one forced him to make out with me outside or bring me upstairs to bed. And I wanted him, too.
He knew that.
I gasped as Stefan's fingers slowly pulled my thong down my legs.
Yeah.
This was really going to happen.
Again.
Nick kissed me while Stefan undid my sandals and helped me out of them—and my thong.
Nick stopped our kiss and turned my head to Stefan—who was at my side, ready to take my lips. His kiss was more insistent now. He was undoing the buttons on his shirt at the same time—and I wondered if he was going to fuck me first tonight. While Nick watched.
Hmm.
“On the bed, Francesca. In the middle,” Stefan said against my lips.
“Okay,” I whispered, making him smile at me.
I turned to see that Nick had already pulled back the covers for me.
For us.
And he, too, was unbuttoning his shirt. I crawled onto the bed and lay down—in the middle. When I looked up, I saw both of them unbuckling their belts and unzipping their pants.
A moment later, they slid down their boxer briefs and pulled everything off.
There they stood.
Two very, very, very hot men.
Two very, very, very naked men.
In my bedroom.
Nick sauntered up to one side of the bed, and Stefan to the other. Then they crawled in beside me.
They touched my breasts at the same time—and just the visual of that drove me freaking crazy. And then—
“Oh,” I moaned, as their mouths descended to my nipples and they each sucked on me at the same time.
Again—seeing them both suck and lick on my breasts at the same time was electrifying. I stuck my fingers in their hair and held them to me.
Then their hands slid down my torso—and between my legs. One set of fingers rubbed—while the other played in my wetness. Finally, a finger made it into my heat.
And it was a nice relief. But it didn't stop the deep, throbbing ache I still felt.
Another finger joined in—and that did it.
“Oh, yes,” I whined. The sensations those two created were just—too much. I wouldn't be able to hold off my orgasm much longer.
“I'm going to come,” I said, panting through each word. They didn't stop what they were doing, though.
No.
Quite the opposite.
Their mouths and tongues doubled down and sucked and licked me harder. And the fingers inside me began thrusting.
I spread my legs and savored the sensations running through my body. It was—too good.
Too much.
And I finally had to let go.
I yelled out my release, clenching the fingers between my legs, and grasping at Nick and Stefan's backs, trying to hold on. Because I knew if I let go, I would spin away.
They sucked and gently nipped at my breasts, and that only intensified my orgasm.
It was so intense, I thought I might literally pass out.
I finally started coming down, and the spasms between my legs quieted.
“She's beautiful,” Nick said after he and Stefan let go of my breasts. “But when she comes?” He grinned at his friend. “She's breathtaking.”
Stefan laughed and agreed, “I know.”
Nick looked at me and sighed. “You're amazing, Francesca. Look how hard you've made me already.” He grasped my hand and pulled it down to his very, very, very hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it—as far as they would go—and began stroking him.
He licked his lips and exhaled. “And now—” he kissed me again, “you've made me even harder.”
Stefan grasped my other hand and curled it around his—very, very, very hard cock.
“I have the same problem over here,” he said, thrusting into my grip.
Two hands.
Two hard cocks.
“What should we do now, Francesca?” Nick's eyes held mine. “How can you please us both? At the same time?”
Holy.
Crap.
I wasn't exactly sure what he was insinuating. All I knew was that I was all in.
All.
In.
For whatever they had planned.
“I have an idea. Or two,” Stefan said, before he rolled away. He opened the drawer on the bedside table. When he rolled back to us—he tossed Nick a foil square. “Here. You take her pussy. I'll take her mouth.”
I swear to you—
I freaking swear—
I nearly came all over again.
Just from hearing Stefan say those words.
Holy.
Crap.
“I like that plan.” Nick smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss before he sat up.
Stefan rose to his knees and made his way to my head.
Nick ripped open the foil package with his teeth while he looked at me—and that was sexy as heck. He took out the condom and rolled it on. Then he tossed the foil package onto the floor. I watched as he knelt between my legs and entered me.
“Turn your head.” Stefan's hands grasped my head and moved me exactly where he wanted me. “Open,” he said, touching my lips with his thumb.
I did what he asked and opened. He grasped the base of his cock and aimed himself at my mouth. “I'm going to fuck your mouth, Francesca. While my best friend fucks your tight pussy. Okay?” he asked, already in my mouth. I nodded as he laughed softly.
“She likes that idea,” Nick said with a chuckle. “Feels like she’s got a vice grip on my cock.”
Stefan thrust himself into my mouth and groaned, “She's perfect for me, Nick. So, fucking perfect.”
I was laid out—bare—for them. Legs spread open and both of them fucking me at the same time.
Even though I just finished orgasming minutes ago—I could feel it building up in me again.
Nick's hands began touching and playing with my breasts. And that was going to be the beginning of the end for me. He increased his pace and started fucking me harder.
Stefan started doing the same to my mouth.
And I was helpless. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn't. These men had complete and utter control over me.
And I loved it.
I moaned over Stefan's cock as Nick's fingers touched that wonderful bundle of nerves. And when he leaned over and took my nipple into his mouth—
I exploded.
“Breathe through your nose,” Stefan advised, taking no mercy on me.
No.
He kept his cock in my mouth—but he did stop thrusting while I came. At least until I was able to figure out the breathing situation. Which took me a bit.
Once my climax waned, he started up again. This time, I could tell he meant business. Stefan was reaching for what he wanted.
Nick thrust into me and rubbed me gently.
“She takes us both so beautifully,” Nick panted. “Just like I hoped. Fuck, she's tight. Makes it tough not to blow my load before I want to.”
Stefan laughed and held my head. His thrusts were becoming faster and faster. “I'm not going to last much longer. This is too much.”
Nick's hands slid up my belly to my breasts. “We need you to come one more time, Francesca. And then your husband can finally fill that smart mouth of yours up with his come. I want to watch you swallow him down.”
Oh, yeah.
Nick Rosetti was a dirty, dirty talker.
It wasn't long before he'd built up another orgasm in me as he touched, kissed, and sucked on my breasts. “Have you ever made her come just from playing with her breasts?” Nick asked Stefan.
“Not yet,” he answered him, but I could tell it was difficult for him to speak. He really was ready to come.
“I bet I could make her come just from this alone.” Then I felt Nick push my breasts together—and suck and lick on one nipple—and then the other. Back and forth—until my next orgasm ripped through me at a startling pace.
“Thank fuck,” Stefan wheezed. His hips stilled, and he held onto my head. His cock grew impossibly hard and—he started coming.
And just like Nick requested—I swallowed down my husband's come.
Nick groaned out his orgasm, too. Coming inside my pussy.
All three of us in absolute bliss at the same time.
Knowing that—knowing that these two were experiencing the exact same thing that I was at the exact same time—made me go off even harder.
I came and came around Nick's cock. I squeezed him relentlessly, trying to draw every last drop out of him.
And I knew he could feel me because of how he reacted with each spasm. He loved how I tightened around him.
“Fuck,” Stefan said and pulled out of my mouth. He moved down and lay beside me while Nick pulled out, too. He dealt with the condom and came back and joined us.
I was lying on Stefan's chest by then, feeling completely sated. Nick's lips touched my shoulder. “Come to me for a minute, Francesca. I want to say thank you.”
Stefan kissed me and handed me over to his best friend.
I laid my head down on Nick's chest and he wrapped his arms tight around me.
“You did beautifully. Thank you for allowing me to join you and your husband. I had a wonderful time. You are—” he lifted my head and looked into my eyes, “spectacular.” He leaned in and kissed my lips.
Which I wasn't sure he would do—considering where my lips had just been. Nick didn't seem to care. At all.
“I consider myself truly fortunate that you came into our lives. And into our family.” He kissed me one more time until he let me lay my head back down again.
“We should shower, Stefan suggested. And he was right. I could definitely do with a shower before we went to sleep.
Was Nick going to stay in our bed?
Hmm.
I wondered if he would. Or if he'd go to Eve after this. Carlo had made it clear that he was staying with Giselle. Which left Eve all alone.
“Sounds good to me. Let's go. But I get to soap up Francesca first,” Nick said slyly. And we all laughed.