by K. L Mann
They’re both so different and yet incomparable. Luca is water and Gio is fire. I’m oxygen. I make up a part of them and I can’t resist intertwining with them. Fueling Gio’s fire and streaming into Luca’s water.
I finish in the bathroom and run into the TV room to find my panties, my phone and my shoes.
Gio has my panties, fuck.
Shit, my bra is missing too.
I grab my phone and throw on my shoes to go find him. It buzzes in my hand as I’m strolling through the hallway.
Marco: Almost forgot to send this to you. Nice aim sis. This is my new favorite clip. *Video file*
That’s right, he was filming.
I shot someone.
Arianna: She called us mentally unstable, she’s lucky I aimed low.
Marco: My vengeful sister. *Devil Emoji*
Excitement buzzes through me as I click on the file. I don’t know whether that should bother me or not, but I shrug it off and hit play.
The lights are flickering and the music is loud, but somehow the view of me squirming in Luca’s grasp is easy to make out. I can’t see myself grab the gun, but I can see the flash as I shoot her and Marco yelling as I do. Gio doesn’t even flinch as the hooker bitch drops to the ground, he’s watching me instead.
I close out the video as I walk into the kitchen, trying to forget about it. It makes me feel weird. Gio is standing at the counter, his buttons are undone and he’s sipping water. He smirks at me when our eyes meet.
The clean dishes on the counter remind me that Caterina is here.
Holy fuck, so is Vito.
There’s no possible way they didn’t hear us.
“They probably heard us.” I glare at him, angry that he didn’t remind me to be quiet.
“And?” he laughs.
“And, that makes me look bad,” I mumble. “I’m supposed to be mad at you. You’re supposed to be begging for my forgiveness, and yet you already got me to bed for you.”
“Should we go to my room for round two then? They can’t hear your screams downstairs,” he suggests with a playful wink.
My stomach flutters hearing his proposal.
“Or, I could go to my room and hide until Luca comes home.” I wink back, punishing him with my taunt. “He’s not going to be happy with this bite mark,” I sigh, flipping my hair over my shoulder to expose my neck.
Gio laughs under his breath. “He really has been taking it easy on you, you don’t have any bruises from him yet. Trust me gorgeous, he wants to leave marks on you too,” he says, shaking his head and walking toward me slowly. “He’s holding back… he doesn't want to scare you off. But I’m not going to give you some watered-down version of me, Arianna. You wanted me, now you’re going to have to accept the depraved desires that come with me.” Gio spins me around, backing me into the counter, bringing his lips to my ear. “Does that scare you baby?” His breath touching my skin makes me melt.
“A little,” I admit, holding the air in my lungs.
“Do you trust me?” Gio asks, scraping his tongue along my jawline.
“Yes,” I don’t hesitate to answer.
“You really shouldn’t.”
I gasp, feeling his fingers creep up my thigh.
“Do you trust me?” I rasp, dying to know.
“Maybe one day,” he chuckles, nipping at the same place on my neck he’s already bruised.
“Are you going to take me to the basement now? Or are you going to continue to tease me, where Caterina could walk in at any minute?”
“Maybe I’ll fuck you over this counter like you threatened to do with Luca,” Gio muses, pulling his fingers all the way up my thigh. He cups my pussy roughly, making me hear just how wet I already am. “That wasn’t very nice of you, Arianna,” he taunts.
“There’s a camera in the corner,” I remind him in a hushed tone.
“There’s cameras in the media room too, baby,” he tells me with a chuckle.
My mouth falls open, ready to question him until he claims it. His lips push against mine and his tongue takes over as he slips two fingers inside of me. I can’t help but whimper, pushing back against his hand.
“Lorenzo,” I stammer, trying to pull away.
“Wrong brother, love,” he teases.
“No, gross, ew,” I shiver. “Lorenzo might see us on the cameras.”
“You’re so adorable,” he hums, pushing his fingers deeper inside of me. My pussy aches for more and I pout with a moan. “You think I’d let that happen? He doesn’t have access right now, he won’t until he gets back. Luca and I will delete everything. After we go back and watch it all, of course.” He grins, then pushes our lips back together.
“Gio,” I try to protest, but it comes out like a moan as his fingers pump into me faster. His palm rubs my clit with every stroke.
“You’re so close already, it’s incredible,” he groans, pulling his lips down to my bruised neck. He bites softer this time, kissing his mark repeatedly. “You like the idea of being caught, don’t you?” He chuckles, pulling my earlobe into his mouth. His thrusts are killing me as my legs begin to feel weak.
“Take me to the basement,” I plead.
“Come on my fingers, baby. Then I’ll take you to the basement and make you come all over my cock again.” Gio keeps his pace brutally fucking consistent.
Holy fuck.
“Cover my mouth, please daddy, please,” I pout, trying to stay quiet.
Gio likes that, he likes when I beg for him, maybe even more than Luca. He wraps a tight hand around my mouth and I push my hips down, grinding into his fingers.
His eyes are fiery, staring into mine. It’s too intense to handle without licking my lips and subsequently, his hand. His jaw tightens as I do, he’s too fucking sexy. Flames course through my skin and my hips buck into his hand. My walls clench rapidly around his fingers and my eyes roll back. This orgasm is consuming me, making me melt for him. I muffle out moans into his hand and pant as he pulls it off my mouth.
“Open your mouth, baby,” Gio commands, pulling his fingers out of me slowly.
“For what–” He cuts me off, pushing his fingers inside of my mouth, scrapping them against my tongue.
Salty wetness mixes with my saliva against my will, but still my lips wrap around his fingers as if it were instinctual. He chuckles then slowly pulls them back out. I should be enraged but I’m completely melting for him.
I want to suck his cock so fucking badly now.
Fuck it.
I drop to my knees in front of him, hiding my body behind the counter and reach for his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” Gio looks down at me, cocking his head as I undo his zipper.
“Whatever I want,” I rush, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock into my hands.
“Vito could walk in here,” he challenges with a smirk.
“Then you better watch the doorway, right?” I ask before slipping the head of his cock into my mouth softly. “Dammelo tutto.”
“Succhiami il cazzo, Arianna,” Gio commands, pulling my hair into his hands, forcing me to move closer.
My mouth opens wider, letting him push himself inside. His cock makes me choke as it touches the back of my mouth, trying to squeeze into my throat. I want to close my eyes to stop them from watering, but seeing his chest rise and fall with every suck makes me feel powerful. He thinks he’s in control, but I’m the one making him feel good. I’m taking his cock down my throat and making him fall apart for a change.
Fuck, they are both ridiculously big. How did I get this lucky?
Gio pushes deeper inside of my mouth and I can’t help but feel hot and bothered. I’ve dreamt about making him come in every way imaginable and now I’m doing it. My hands run up his thighs softly and then wrap around his cock so I can breathe. One hand uses my saliva like a lubricant to stroke him and the other cups his balls loosely in my hands.
“Does my mouth feel good on your cock daddy?” I ask with a win
k before pulling his length back into my mouth.
“So fucking good, baby,” he assures me, petting the top of my head softly.
“Do it how you like it, daddy,” I whimper through soft licks and kisses. “I know you want to choke me harder with it.”
“Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop, baby. I won’t be able to hear you beg for mercy. Nod so I know you understand me, don’t take your fucking mouth off my cock.”
A rush of adrenaline washes over me as I slowly nod and drop one of my hands to his thigh. Gio grins down at me and grabs the back of my head with his hands. He thrusts himself deeper and faster making me immediately choke. He groans low in his throat and uses his hands to shove my mouth further on to him.
“Open your mouth wider Arianna,” Gio commands, continuing to fuck my throat. I do what he says and try to stop gagging so much. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”
I whimper and moan and choke through every rough stroke and look up at him with tears falling down my face.
“Fuck,” he moans, looking back at me. “Those pretty tear-filled eyes are going to make me come for you, baby girl.”
I nod frantically, hoping he knows that means I want him to come. I can’t take much more of this.
“Oh that’s what you want?” He grins, continuing to thrust inside my mouth while he taunts me. “You want to drink my cum, baby girl?”
I nod again, practically begging him with my eyes. My hands run up and down his thighs, coaxing him with my touch. A few more deep thrusts and chokes follow a malicious smile on his face.
Gio pulls my head on to his cock, holding me in place as he comes down my throat. I choke it down eagerly and catch my breath through my nose, waiting for the pressure in my mouth to relax. Slowly, Gio moves back, and his cock slides out of my mouth. I gasp for air as soon as it does and look down at the kitchen tiles, avoiding his eyes. I hear a zipping and then his hands wrap around my arms.
“Still think you can handle going to the basement?”
My head peaks up at him, the fire in his eyes is intoxicating. I let him pull me up to my feet.
“Posso gestire qualsiasi cosa.”
“È così?”
“Ci scommetterei.”
“We both know who wins bets in this relationship, baby.” Gio grins, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Relationship?”
“Yeah, relationship.” Gio grins, making his way to the elevator not caring who sees us as we pass by.
“Wanna define that word for me?” I giggle, planting a small kiss on his neck.
“I'm yours and you're mine. It’s that simple.” Gio replies, hitting the elevator button.
“I’m Luca’s too though?” I ask, wary of where this might go.
He pauses, thinking about his answer. “If that’s what you want.”
“Really?” My voice nearly cracks. My heart soars with a million amazing emotions.
I get to keep them both?
“I’m not pushing you away ever again, Arianna. If that means I have to share you with Luca for the rest of our lives, I’m going to do just that.” The elevator doors open and I jump out of Gio’s hold, excited and terrified.
“I have to talk to my dad before Lorenzo finds out. He’s going to freak out and probably scream until his face turns blue. Katherine is going to be excited though. Oh my God, is this really happening? We’re like, dating? I have two boyfriends? Two really hot older boyfriends that I’m not supposed to be with? This is like a movie. Mamma is going to freak out, this isn’t very Catholic of us.” I’m babbling, but he’s just staring down at me, almost like he’s mesmerized. “I’m sorry I’m just so happy, I guess. You know, at one point I thought you’d never give in and I’d die alone.”
“You would have broken me down eventually.” Gio grins. “As much as I wanted to rip Luca apart for being with you, I’m glad he did. If he didn’t, I would probably still be holding out.”
“Do you think Lorenzo will ever come around?” I sigh, still standing in the hallway. “I don’t want him to hate me, or you guys for that matter.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby.” Gio swings me over his shoulder out of nowhere. I can’t help but giggle as he walks us to his room. “Everything will be okay, but not right now. Right now, you’ll be far from okay. I’m going to push you to every limit you have, beautiful.”
His bedroom door swings open and then shut. My heart races in my chest a million miles a minute. Gio sets me down but doesn’t give me a moment to process a thing. His mouth is back on mine, taking away my breath. Quickly, he pulls my dress back over my head and tosses it aside, bringing my neck back to his lips so he can nip at it.
The sound of metal clinking makes me gasp.
“Tell me, little one. Has your other boyfriend played with you with a blade, yet?”
Ohmygawd.
A silver butterfly knife is wrapped tightly in his grip, inches from my outer thigh.
I shake my head slowly. “No, sir.”
“So polite. You want to try it out, baby girl?” He smiles wickedly, brushing my lips with a peck. “Would you like me to scare you, beautiful?”
“I’m already scared,” I admit in a whisper.
“Mm, very good,” he praises. “Though, if my blade scares you, you’re underestimating how much you’ll love it pressing into your skin. I’m a betting man as you know, and I’m betting that you’ll love the cold press of metal soon enough.” I shiver, but he continues, softly dragging the knife up to my stomach, pointing it at my belly button without even scratching me. “Can’t wait until I have you begging me to carve you with it. Can’t wait until I mark your skin with my name.”
Holy fuck. Images of what he describes dance in my mind, soaking me with arousal even further. He’s demented. Gio Colombo is demented and it turns me on to no end.
“You’ll carve your name into me, daddy?”
“Over and over until it sticks, baby girl.” The knife glides just under my right breast, and halts. “Right here, three little letters to bind you to me.” Gio. The knife moves again, landing under my other breast, stopping once more. “Then I’ll watch Luca do the same, right here. Would you like that, baby?”
I don’t even realize I’m nodding until his smile widens. “Are you going to cut me today, daddy?”
“Mmmm, only if you misbehave, baby girl. I wouldn’t want to leave cuts in your perfectly flushed skin too soon. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes, sir. I promise.”
“That’s a smart girl,” he praises, kissing the side of my head. “Lay down on your side and pull your top leg into your stomach by holding it under your knee.”
I quickly obey, laying down as he tells me to. The position makes me feel exposed, but thrilled with anticipation. I think it’ll allow him to go deeper than he has before and that’s terrifyingly hot.
His hands skim by skin as he creeps into the bed, no pants in sight. Only his already rigid cock stealing my gaze. Fuck, it’s a pretty cock. Thick, long and heavy, complemented by the skull tattoo on his upper thigh. His whole body is tanned, and absolutely chiseled to perfection. Women dream of a man half as good looking as Gio Colombo. Tall, dark and handsome as they say.
When his fingers brush over my pussy, they slide backwards rather than closer to my clit, causing my breath to shake. “Luca hasn’t touched this hole yet, has he baby?”
Fuck. Yet?
“No…”
“Looks like you saved part of your virginity for me after all then,” he coos, lowering his mouth over my sex, taking my breath away. “Gonna fuck this ass, Arianna. And you’re going to let me, isn’t that right?” My hips jolt as he nips at my clit, beckoning me for an answer.
“Anything you want,” I promise, despite being terrified of his proposition. I’ve never touched myself there, let alone thought about something as big as Gio going there. And I’ve imagined Gio doing countless things to me. It must feel good right? I mean, I know
people do it so…
“Good answer.”
His mouth moves off of me and he licks his lips, while he runs his fingers through the puddle of wetness he’s created. He rubs it back, lathering it over my virgin hole generously. Before I can even think, he slips a finger inside of it, slowly working his way deeper. It feels tight and strange but not bad, maybe like I could enjoy it. Two fingers press inside of my cunt while he works deeper, slowly stretching the other hole.
“Oh wow,” I breathe, feeling sparkly lust dance through my stomach. His thumb brushes my clit and I moan louder, he takes the opportunity to slip another finger in my ass, working me over like a puppeteer. Gasping, I thread my fingers through the bedspread and push back into him. I’m craving more. I like it. I like it a fuck ton. “Gio,” I whimper.
“Feels good, baby?”
Nodding frantically, I bite my lip, hard because he scissors his fingers inside me. “More,” I beg, panting like a slut. He obeys, pushing harder and deeper with both hands. “Fuck me, please.”
“You asking for my dick in your ass, Arianna?” he asks, quickening his pace in both places, making me cry out.
“Yes! Please! Fuck!”
Teeth sink into the skin of my thigh, barreling me toward an orgasm that I can’t stop. My lungs fill with air for a second before I cry out, squirming all over his fingers. I’m given no time to recover before his cock is pushing at my ass, prodding it to stretch for him.
“Relax baby, it’ll only hurt for a minute,” he soothes, pressing in an inch that takes my breath away. His free hand finds my clit and he strums it, causing my body to sing for him. “That’s it, baby. Take my dick just like that.”
Frustrated at his slowness, I lash out. “Just do it!”
“You asked for it,” he warns before thrusting to the hilt, making me see stars. I scream with no air as he pulls back, repeating the violent motion again. He slips two fingers into my pussy, soothing the ache of him in my ass. His pace in each place syncs and I lose sight of everything.
