17. Luca
Luca
Jagger and I were already in the tub with the jets blasting when Shaw walked out.
Jags was in one corner, while I sat diagonally from him in another, waiting to get my first glimpse of Violet when she appeared.
There was just enough room left for both our wives, and we had the bottles of chilled champagne and peach juice for the Bellinis Shaw wanted.
Maybe if we got Vi a little bit tipsy, she would be more at ease, more open. To tell me exactly what she was thinking. To be receptive to the affection I—and Shaw and Jagger—was ready to shower her with. Fuck, whatever she needed me to do to make her understand she was perfect the way she was.
As soon as Shaw sat on the edge of the spa tub, she kicked off her shoes and slipped her feet into the water. “Three more minutes, and then one of you is going to haul her perfect ass out here. Spank her if you have to.”
“She fucking needs it,” I griped.
“We agreed we were going with a soft approach,” Jagger reminded us, the voice of reason.
“No putting her on the spot for not speaking up when her mental health began to deteriorate. What she needs is to be reassured with words and shown with actions that she is, without a doubt, a beautiful, desirable, sexy-as-fuck woman we love exactly as she is.”
“I thought I was doing that already.” Looking back, I still couldn’t pinpoint exactly when Vi had lost sight of her beauty.
It must have been when I was busy with the press bullshit for the big game.
Damn it! “How did I not realize something was going on sooner? We made love last night, and I didn’t even think about why the lights were off. Why did I let her hide from me?”
Shaw squeezed my shoulder. “I didn’t notice either. It wasn’t until this morning that I even felt a flicker that something wasn’t right.”
“Stop blaming yourselves,” Jagger snapped at us. “Vi knows the three of us better than we know ourselves. She hid this on purpose. We only got hints because she was finally ready to face it. I bet she was trying to make one of us confront her.”
“Well, it worked.” Shaw crossed her arms under her breasts, pouting. It caused the globes to almost spill out of the black bikini top. If it were just the four of us on the island, she would have been walking around in nothing.
I fucking wished I hadn’t agreed to come with my brother and his in-laws for the weekend. Should have found some secluded beach for us and rented out the whole place. It would have made us all happy. All three of us could have drooled uninterrupted over the sight of Vi in all her glory.
We should have done this sooner. Maybe back at New Year’s Eve.
If we’d taken a little time for us then, Vi never would have let those fucking pricks into her head.
She wouldn’t doubt how sexy she was. She would remember that we would crawl on our stomachs over broken glass just for a taste. A single glimpse of her perfection.
Licking my lips, I shifted my gaze back to the door, hungrily waiting and watching for my wife.
As I counted down the minutes in my head, Shaw stroked her fingers up my neck, doing the same to Jagger.
We both leaned into her touch. Jagger put his hand on her thigh, lazily stroking up and down from her knee to the string of her matching black bikini bottoms.
“Thirty seconds,” Shaw said, practically panting as she watched the door too. “Who is going for her?”
I was so hard, ready to devour what was mine, that I was shaking. Noticing my state, Jagger stood. His dick was already jutting out, the tip peeking from his waistband. Shaw moaned at the sight. “Baby.”
He kissed her hungrily but quickly pulled back. “I’ll get her,” he rumbled.
“Give her cunt a little smack for me,” Shaw breathed. “Make sure she knows what a bad girl she’s been.”
I grabbed Shaw’s foot as soon as the door shut behind him. “Tell me we can help her, and I’ll believe you,” I pleaded, my voice catching, my vision blurring. “If you tell me, I know it will be okay.”
Leaning forward, she kissed my cheek. We’d crossed a lot of lines over the years, all of them instigated by Violet, but we’d never actually kissed.
All four of us were comfortable with this aspect of our relationship.
I loved my wife just as deeply as Jagger loved his.
But there had always been a tension, a chemistry between Shaw, Violet, and Jagger.
The first time Vi had kissed Shaw in front of me, I’d nutted in my pants.
Up until then, I’d never let myself think about Shaw as anything other than Vi’s best friend.
Since then, though, we’d let Vi set the pace.
Anything she wanted, the three of us were willing to give.
Jagger and Shaw were a part of Vi, just as much as she was a part of me.
If I needed to be in Tennessee for work, Shaw and Jagger were in Tennessee too.
If Vi wanted to be back in California for a little while, they followed.
Our happiness, our closeness, the love and lust, they were all connected to Violet.
I didn’t care what people thought of our relationship with the other couple.
It wasn’t any of their fucking business. What mattered was Violet.
Shaw’s blue eyes glittered with unshed tears. “She’s going to be okay. Because we won’t let her be anything else.”
“Shit.” I groaned, the shaking in my body getting worse. “If I’m not careful, I’ll jump her as soon as he brings her out. As hard as I am, I’ll hurt her, Shaw.”
I stood to show her. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “Jesus, Luca. You’ll split her in half.”
“I know,” I groaned, pushing my swim trunks down and fisting my cock. “I gotta come before she gets out here. Take the edge off so I don’t attack her.”
“Do you want help?” Her hand covered mine, her grip firm, her fingers like silk on my cock. I could imagine what Jagger was doing to my wife. How he would make Vi understand what a bad girl she’d been not to have talked to any of us.
“Give her cunt a little smack for me,” Shaw had commanded him.
Grabbing the back of her head, I roughly jerked her forward. Her mouth was already open, taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing. My knees threatened to buckle as the come felt like it was sucked from my balls.
I kept thrusting my hips, watching as my come dripped from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, onto her tits. But all I could picture was Jagger eating Violet out right at that moment.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I groaned, punishing her throat as I kept fucking her mouth. “I bet he’s eating her so good right now.”
Shaw moaned around my shaft, reaching between her legs to touch herself as she thought about the same thing. “Remember how good she tasted?” I choked out, slapping her hand away so I could get rid of her bottoms. Parting her lips, I strummed her clit while I kept plowing into her mouth.
She was soaking wet, and I knew she was imagining the last time we were all together. How she had spent an hour between Vi’s legs, making her delirious. Punishing both Jagger and me for teasing them during dinner, making us lose our fucking minds until we were begging for a hole to spill into.
Vi had taken both Jagger and me that night, with me in her pussy and Jags in her ass. That had been back at Thanksgiving. Obviously, it had been too long to go without the three of us fucking my wife.
Shaw moaned, her eyes begging for me to fill her up.
I thrust my ring and middle finger in, my wedding band rubbing inside her.
She contracted, not coming yet, but to tease me.
The little bitch. I grinned down at her and fucked her mouth harder, knowing I’d give her another load, if not two, before Jagger brought Vi to us. He was a greedy sonofabitch.
“You think she’ll squirt for him this time?” I taunted, adding a third finger to her hole. “Think he will come out here drenched, smelling like her sweet cunt?”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her teeth scraping along my cock.
I gave her my entire shaft, letting my balls bump her chin, and held it there.
“Do you want to clean her up with your mouth when they join us? I’ll hold her open and let you feast all afternoon.
You deserve it for how good you’re sucking my cock right now. ”
She nodded eagerly. Fuck, it was her favorite thing, to lick Vi’s pussy. Jagger and I would watch it for days if they would let us.
But only us. Just the four of us. No one could ever see what our girls blessed Jagger and me with. I’d fucking kill any motherfucker who got so much as a peek at what was ours.
Pulling her hair back, I forced her to stand and turned her around, entering her hard from behind.
She was so wet, I had to lock my jaw to keep from shouting as she clenched around me, teasing me more.
I smacked her ass hard enough to leave my handprint so Jagger could see it later.
It would let him know she’d been a bad girl.
Fisting her hair in one hand, I held her in place with the other. “I’d let you tattoo your name on her clit if she wanted that. It’s your favorite spot, isn’t it, Shaw?”
“Yes,” she panted. “It’s mine. She’s mine.”
I jerked her head back harder and felt her coming around my shaft, forcing another release from me. “She’s mine too.”