by K. L Mann
“Fuck!”
“That’s what I’m doing baby, fucking you like the sweet little whore that you are. Take it all, Arianna.”
Stars were an understatement. I’m seeing the universe. I can’t think or focus on any one thing, only the sizzling hot lust whipping through me. I’m sure I’m screaming more, but my body doesn’t care, it wants more and it takes it. My hips press back into me, earning me a groan and a slap on the ass.
“Come all over my fingers, baby, cause I’m about to fill your ass up.”
Holy fucking mother of God.
My body jerks and my legs vibrate, shaking as an orgasm consumes. I gush over his fingers like I never have before. “Squirting all over my bed, how fucking brave of you, baby.”
Oh my God, squirting?
I must have asked that verbally, because Gio grunts in affirmation, spilling his orgasm inside of my ass. “Fuck,” he moans, pulling his fingers from my cunt and licking them clean, watching me as he does. I think I almost faint when he pulls out of me completely. “Never done that before, baby girl?”
My head shakes because words won’t form and then, I drift off into space.
Through my sleep, I can feel the bed dip down next to me. Warm arms wrap around my waist and pull me into him. Although, I’m not sure which him it is. I’m disoriented from my nap, and too tired to open my eyes. My body is spent, yet when I feel his hard cock poke my ass, a moan comes out of my mouth.
“This is how I want to come home to you every day, princess. In my bed, only panties standing in the way of my pussy.”
I must be even more disoriented because it’s definitely Luca’s voice but I thought I was in Gio’s bed. Pushing my body harder against his I sigh. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. I missed your voice, and your arms wrapped around my stomach like this.”
I really did. Cuddling Luca is one of my new favorite pastimes. He’s like a portable heater, always warm and soothing. His skin is soft too, like silk rubbing against mine. I like how wide his shoulders are too, it makes me feel so tiny in his arms. He’s like a romantic, muscular teddy bear that fucks me like a sinful God.
“Did you enjoy fucking Gio, baby?”
Oh shit. Fuck, obviously he told him.
“Yes,” I admit softly. “Does that make you mad at me?”
“Do you still want me?”
“Always.”
His fingers trail softly down my bare spine to my panties. He pushes them aside softly and pushes himself inside of me so fucking perfectly. This angle and my swollenness make it feel like I’m squeezing him. He fills me up like we were born to do this and I murmur a moan into my pillow.
“Then no, I’m not mad at you. But I need to fuck this sore little cunt, baby. Need to be inside of you all the time now.”
I gasp as he pushes into me deeper, my clit pulses and my eyes roll back.
“I need it too, Luca. I feel empty without you.”
“Fuck,” he curses, gripping my hips and thrusting into me harder.
“Your cock is so perfect. I swear I love how it feels in me, King.”
“Yeah? Well, your pretty little pussy is my fucking kryptonite, princess. So wet, and always ready for me.”
“Always thirsty for your cum,” I add with a sighing moan.
“Fuck yeah it is, baby. Take it.”
Our collective grunts and whimpers fill the darkness of his room and we come together. One position, no theatrics, just bodies.
When I can finally manage to move, I flip around and snuggle into his chest. “What time is it?” He smells freshly showered, like burning oak body wash and sweet vanilla aftershave.
“Probably like 7 now, you hungry?”
“A bit. Is Caterina still here?”
He shakes his head. “Gio’s cooking.”
My tiredness fades, favoring excitement and allowing it to seep in. “Really?”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gio cook anything other than putting a pizza in the oven. He’s never had the time or patience for something so tedious. The idea of him working behind the counter preparing food is frighteningly intriguing. I could get used to the idea of him standing there shirtless, fussing over dinner for Luca and I.
I could get down on my knees and thank him while he works, challenging him not to burn anything while I distract him.
“Yeah, he’s cooking alright. Cheeseburgers. Katherine taught him how, she’s got him just as obsessed with the things as she is. To be fair, they’re good as fuck, even when he makes them.”
“Mmm, sounds perfect,” I sigh, a yawn rolling off my tongue. “Can I have a shirt? I don’t want to go all the way upstairs to get my own.”
Luca chuckles into my neck. “Course, baby.”
He finds me a shirt in a matter of moments. A soft navy-blue crew neck that hangs just above my knees like a dress. He holds my hand all the way upstairs, planting sweet kisses on my neck in the elevator. He’s so soft with me sometimes it almost makes me wonder how he does it. I wonder if he wants to be tougher than he is.
Does he think I can’t handle him?
“Gio gave you some marks,” he murmurs, kissing them lightly, soothing the dull ache I hadn’t noticed. “Do you like them?”
“I think so,” I admit. Curiosity gets the better of me. “He says you want to mark me too. Do you?”
“Like you’d never believe, princess.”
Do it. My heart pleads.
The elevator dings as we reach the main floor. He walks me to the kitchen, still holding my hand in a way that makes me swoon for him even more. He’s so physical and I can’t believe I’ve missed out on this for so long. Comfort. So much bloody beautiful comfort.
My romantic man.
Mine.
The kitchen smells amazing when we step inside, the cool tile floor hitting my feet. The contrast from my once very warm position in bed has my blood pumping, waking me up further from my nap-like state. Gio is cutting a tomato into small slices while the burgers sizzle in a pan behind him.
“You look so domestic,” I joke, jumping up into a chair at the island counter.
“You look recovered,” Gio replies, sliding a glass of wine toward me.
Luca takes a seat next to me, placing his hand on the small of my back and rubbing absently. The wine is a simple Cabernet with a deep sweet undertone. Gio prefers red wine to white, something he and Katherine argue about on occasion.
“Figures the American dish Katherine would introduce you to would also be red meat.”
Luca snorts. “Your mother hounds your dad about eating too much red meat too, you know?”
“She's a smart woman,” I quip, reminding him.
Gio shakes his head, sporting a cheeky grin, then pulls the burgers off of the stove and onto an empty plate. The cheese is melted to absolute perfection, the mere sight of it has me salivating.
He has toasted buns, toppings and potato wedges scattered about like a full-on chef. Gio carefully places each burger on a bun, adds some potatoes to each place and passes Luca and I each one meal to dress our burgers how we like.
Katherine has given me one of these before and I don’t like the toppings, just cheese. She says that makes me a five-year-old but whatever.
I can’t shake the deep feeling of contentment as we all start eating together. It feels so fucking good but I can’t even tell if it’s real or not. I want it to be real. I want Luca’s eyes to linger on my lips while I lick grease off of them to be real and I want the kiss on the side of my face when Gio takes his seat at my side to be real too.
It doesn’t seem possible that this is happening, but I’m not dreaming. I can’t be.
Someone clears their throat. “Arianna.”
I snap out of my mind, finding Gio looking at me, waiting for a response or something. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, I can hear you thinking. Relax, baby.”
“Woah,” Luca whistles low and slow. “Fucking weird hearing you say baby, not gonn
a lie.”
I beam. “He calls me baby girl too now.”
Luca’s mouth falls open in a fake dramatic fashion.
Gio arches a brow at me, pulling his lips into a smirk. “You wanna tell him what you call me?”
I nearly choke on my tongue.
I forgot about that.
Fuck.
“No, I’m good,” I stammer, shoving a potato wedge into my mouth so that I can’t speak.
“Oh, this is going to be good.” Luca turns me in my seat, locking his eyes on mine. “What do you call him, princess?”
I shake my head, keeping my mouth shut.
Luca looks over my shoulder at Gio. “She calls me King, and jerk when she’s feeling feisty. Though, once she called me a fucking God, so I won’t be letting that go anytime soon. What does the spoiled princess call you, Gio?”
I shake my head faster, trying to spin around but Luca holds me in place.
“Tell him Arianna, it sounds so sweet coming from your mischievous little mouth.”
“Go ahead princess, what do you call him?”
“I uh…” my head spins as Gio wraps a possessive hand around the back of my neck. Squeezing lightly, his touch grounds me, giving me the confidence to speak. “I sometimes, uh, call him daddy.”
Luca grins, probably enjoying the embarrassment this is causing me. “Oh the depravity,” he mocks, licking his bottom lip. “Did you think that would throw me for a loop, princess? Maybe make me think less of you?”
“Maybe a little bit,” I admit reluctantly.
He tsks. “There aren’t many boundaries we won’t cross, you’d do well to remember that, beautiful. Have you told him about your girl fantasy yet, hmm?”
My eyes widen and my head shakes on instinct. The idea that he knows so many of my filthiest fantasies and hasn’t divulged them to Gio makes my heart beat with appreciation. Though the idea of not having to say it out loud again is appealing, the fact that he values my trust is endearing.
“You still want it? Or have you had a change of heart, princess?”
“I still want it, I think…”
“So, tell him, babe. Tell him what you told me.”
Luca spins me in my seat, forcing me to face my other boyfriend. Gio looks at me like he wants to eat me alive. His pull is intoxicating as he sets his strong hands on my thighs, lightly squeezing.
“What little fantasy has your filthy little mind cooked up, baby girl?”
I’m not sure why I feel nervous saying it out loud, I almost want to ask Luca to say it for me. Steading my nerves, I take a breath, then let it all out. “I want to watch you two fuck a girl in front of me.” I let the words sink in the air for a moment, watching Gio’s eyebrows pinch together in surprise.
“I know it probably sounds weird, and if we don’t like it we never have to do it again. But I’ve always pictured it, like… in a lot of different ways. I want you two to make me watch and pretend like she’s doing it better than I ever could. Sometimes in my head, you tie me up in the corner for an hour before you even drag me into the scene. I want her to ride you reverse, and force me to lick her pussy while you’re inside of her. Sometimes, you make us play together for you two to watch, rubbing our cunts together like show-whores. Sometimes you let me come, other times you don’t. But it always ends the same. After you’re done with her, you discard her like she’s nothing, and take turns fucking me until I pass out.”
Firm hands plant themselves on my shoulders, stabilizing me in my seat. “Beautiful fucking mind she has, right?” Luca chimes in before Gio can even speak.
I’ve laid it all out there so of course my palms are starting to sweat. Luca surely wouldn’t have brought it up if he didn’t think Gio would enjoy it… right?
“The wicked little desires you have spinning in your head are dangerously beautiful, just like you baby girl. Are you sure you want to see us with someone else though?”
The thought had definitely crossed my mind. I’ve never really been possessive. Then again, I’ve never had anyone to be possessive over. Sure, for as long as I’ve been pining after Gio I’ve hated the idea of other women touching him, but this is different. This is my fantasy, it’s not about them pleasing anyone other than me, even if it seems like it. I know that if I want it to end, they’ll make it end and it will never happen again.
Trust isn’t something many people come by easily, but I trust these men more than I trust myself. I brought up the idea because I want it, and I want to try it with them, only them.
“I’m sure,” I assure him. “I trust you guys, and I think it’ll be really hot. I know my safe word and I know that you’ll listen to it. But the word mercy won’t ever leave my lips when you two are involved, only ruthlessness.”
I can feel Luca’s breath against my skin and he moves into whisper. “Don’t be so sure about that, princess. Using a safe word isn’t a rejection, princess. It just means you’ve reached your limit. You should never feel like saying it makes you weak.”
“When it comes to you guys… I’m not sure there are limits.”
“As beautiful as a sentiment that is, baby girl, never feel like you can’t tap out. You’re in a relationship with two men now and until a few days ago, you were a virgin. Your body will need the rest soon enough.”
I have a love hate relationship with the fact that they are so experienced. On the one hand, I understand that they shouldn’t have waited for me. That would be a bit creepy considering the age gap. On the other hand, I don’t like the idea that other people have touched them like I do.
It’s childish and silly to think like that, so I force myself to focus on the truth. And the truth is, no matter how many people they’ve been with in the past, I’m their future.
They’re never getting rid of me.
Ever.
Even when they answer this question the way I think they will.
“Did you guys ever fuck Katherine with Lorenzo?” The insecure question just falls out of my mouth. “It’s okay if you have, I just… I don’t want there to be unnecessary secrets between us. I know you can’t talk about business just like Papa can’t, but–”
“Yes,” Gio admits, his hands cupping my face softly. “Only twice, and no, it was never planned to happen again. Katherine was in a really fucking dark place when she first came here, and I was really struggling to stay away from you. We were distractions to each other, nothing more.”
“I didn’t have a damn clue that I had a shot with you babe,” Luca adds, kissing my temple lightly from behind me where he still stands. His hands squeeze my shoulders softly, letting me know he’s still holding me. “Katherine is Lorenzo’s girl, and even if she wasn’t, there wouldn’t be a shot in hell that either of us would go for her now that we’ve had you. You’re ours and we’re yours. Okay?”
Surprisingly, it doesn’t sting like I thought it would. Of course, they never cheated on me, but I felt like I might feel more betrayed than I do.
“Okay.”
Arianna
We all slept together in Katherine’s bed after dinner. We were exhausted and tangled together in a pile of arms and legs to stay connected. Of course, there was a note waiting for me as I woke up alone.
“We have work for a while today, we’ll be home late. Vito will be there all day, promise to be good?
–Jerk”
Smiling to myself about the note, I yawn, rubbing my eyes and stumble out of bed. Grabbing my phone from the night stand to text my jerk, the smile doesn’t fade.
Arianna: I promise to maybe be good. I’m inviting Marco over so…
Luca: Know your limits, princess.
Arianna: No limits, King.
Luca: Be safe. Promise?
Arianna: Promise.
Gio: Hydrate.
Arianna: Did you just make this a group chat? Also, good morning to you too grumpy.
Gio: It’s not the morning. Look at your clock baby girl. Hydrate, eat, and don’t give yourself alcohol poisoning or I’l
l give your pretty boy brother a black eye.
Luca: Daddy has spoken.
Arianna: HAHAHA LUCA!
Arianna: I’ll eat and drink because I’m hungry and thirsty. Not because Mr. Colombo is on a power–trip.
Gio: I’ll show you a power–trip.
Arianna: Byeeeee
Laughing at the texts, I give myself time to get ready before inviting Marco over. Caterina had stocked the kitchen with some snacks I asked for last night so I’m overly excited to stuff my face with processed junk. Normally I’m a bit of a health nut, but sometimes I can’t help but break down for treats. After an hour or so of making myself a presentable human, I summon my brother.
Arianna: I want to call an emergency meeting, and I want to be drunk for it.
Marco: Hello to you too, sister. I’m doing well, thanks for asking.
Arianna: You don’t like small talk or pleasantries, little brother.
Marco: And you don’t get drunk on Wednesday nights with your “little brother.”
Arianna: Is that a no?
Marco: Nah, I’m free all day anyways. Are we hiding away in Katherine’s room again?
Arianna: No, it’s just Vito here for the night. We’ll trash the media room for fun, like old times.
Marco: Deal. Be there in 20.
Arianna: Good, I have snacks.
Marco: I have Vodka.
I snicker, tossing my phone into the media room before heading to the kitchen. Caterina put away every piece of junk food I asked for in the proper cabinets. I just have to bring it all into the room. Vito is probably in the office, watching security cameras or something boring.
The coffee table in the media room fills up quickly with candy, chips, juices to chase our liquor and other random snacks. If I were lying to myself, I’d say that I only want to talk to Marco because Katherine’s not home. But I miss my brother. I miss how we were when we were kids, so I’m going to overshare and gossip and get drunk with my crazy Marco.
Gio and Luca will definitely not be pleased if I drink as much as I plan to, but they’ll forgive me. I think I’m their weakness now. I like that.
Marco bursts into the room loudly. Probably because he has two bottles in his hands and can’t properly open the door.
