“It’s a very…revealing swimsuit,” She said.
Leo looked at her and surveyed the length of her body. The corner of his lips curled. “I think it would look good on you.”
She laughed. “It would show quite a bit.”
Leo smiled. “Exactly. You’re gorgeous with all the right curves. You should show your beauty.”
Blood rushed through her. “Thank you, but I’m not in the habit of showing off my goods in public.”
Paolo captured strands of hair threatening to cover one of her eyes and tucked them behind her ear. “What about in private?”
She squeezed her thighs together. “I don’t have a problem revealing myself to a man when we have privacy.”
A wide smile formed on his face. “I can imagine your luscious body naked.”
“Si, she doesn’t need a bikini. Naked would be better,” Leo said.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two are trying to seduce me.”
Leo’s lips quirked. “You are perfect for us, Gwen.”
She gazed from Paolo to Leo. What did Leo mean? Did they both want to have sex with her?
Leo kissed her cheek then brushed his lips to her ear. “Do you like sex with multiple men?”
She stared at him. Was he inviting her to partake in a ménage à trois?
Paolo lightly rubbed her back. “Have you had sex with more than one man before?”
She nodded. “A long time ago when I was in college.” She’d kept the secret buried. Her ex-husband and her close friend were the only ones who had known.
“Do you want to join us?” Paolo asked.
She shifted her attention from one to the other. “I don’t know.”
Leo claimed her hand and caressed it with his thumb. “We would take good care of you, Gwen. We want to enjoy life’s pleasures as much as you.”
“We can please you well. Let us show you,” Paolo said.
Gwen took a deep breath as she considered their proposal. She never would’ve guessed both of them would want to have sex with her. And they didn’t mind the age difference between her and them. How unbelievable was that? The odds were likely she would never find such an opportunity to have ménage à trois with two lively and fresh Italian hunks.
Leo moved closer to her. He pressed her palm against the bulge in his pants. The moment she felt a stiff erection under her palm, she gasped. “Oh my.”
His large member was incredibly stiff. It twitched and she smiled.
“Do you like it?” Leo grinned. “Would it suit your needs?”
“Mm…Yes. Your dick feels large enough to satisfy me.” She squeezed her legs together, but it didn’t stop her pussy from moistening more.
Leo’s gaze lowered to her chest. “I would like to please you, Gwen. Touch you. Lick you. And my brother is my equal. His cock is like mine. You would enjoy what we have. We would not hurt you. We give our word.”
He tempted her in the worst way. Sex was a drug she found difficult to resist, especially when she had a thick dick within her grasp. Her heart continued to thump faster as she rubbed his rigid length. She imagined him and Paolo inside her, filling her to the brim. If she turned them down she might never get another chance to be with two men.
“Where would we go?” she asked.
“We have a yacht. We can take it out to sea,” Paolo said. “Do you like to sunbathe? We have plenty of lotion we can put on you to protect your beautiful skin.”
“Or we can buy this bikini for you, if you want.” Leo turned to the store window.
Her nipples pebbled while desire fluttered within her. She pictured them massaging every inch of her body while she lazed around on a boat in the sun with them.
“I’d love to go on a ride,” she said.
“Would you enjoy a long, scenic ride?” Leo asked. “You will get wet.”
“Sounds perfect. And I don’t think I’ll need that bathing suit.”
Paolo moved close to her ear. “We want you naked and your sweet dessert dripping wet on our tongues and cocks.” He kissed her cheek.
Heat rushed to her face again. The idea of them licking her pussy was one she wanted to turn into reality. Could she endure such passion from two men? Could she handle both fucking her?
“Are you ready?” Leo asked.
Panties drenched? Check. Tits aching? Yep. Hormones churning? Like crazy. Hungry for dicks to fill her? Without any doubt.
Gwen removed her hand from Leo’s stiff member. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Three
The buildings were a blur to Gwen as she stared out of the car window. Elbow pressed against the door, she leaned on it and chewed on a fingernail. Had she made the right decision to leave with Paolo and Leo?
She pondered her choice. Since she didn’t know her admirers well, worry picked at her conscience. To add to her unease, she was leaving on a boat with them. She would be far from land where anything could happen to her and nobody would know. They could murder her and dump her in the sea. She’d watched enough crime shows. Putting herself in harm’s way for sex was not a sensible idea.
With a deep breath, she recalled memories of her time with Phillip on a plane to London and Pierre in Paris. She hadn’t known either one of them and she’d had sex with each within twelve hours of meeting them. They’d shown her respect, kindness and intense passion. Neither man had hurt her in any way. She’d taken her opportunity to experience incredible sex with a stranger and had enjoyed every minute. Why should she even question her actions now?
Something warm touched her leg. She turned to face Leo sitting next to her in the back seat. His hand rested on her knee.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked.
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
“We won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you want to enjoy the ride and talk, we can accommodate. You’re beautiful, Gwen, and if it makes you feel more comfortable, we can admire your beauty from a small distance.”
“We are honest men,” Paolo said, his gaze reflecting from the rear-view mirror while he steered the vehicle.
“Have you done this often?” she asked. “Picked up women and taken them somewhere for sex?”
“Leo has a gift of spotting exceptionally spirited women,” Paolo said.
“Most of the ladies we select decide to walk away. They feel it is against their religious beliefs to enjoy intimacy with two men,” Leo said.
“Brothers,” Paolo said.
Leo sighed heavily. “Yes, brothers.”
The detail gave her pause too. Having sex with individuals related to each other seemed wrong, but it wouldn’t damn her to hell.
“They don’t understand,” Paolo said as he slowed the car. “We’re not lovers.”
Gwen looked from one to the other.
“We like to share women. We don’t touch each other,” Leo said.
Paolo spun the wheel and accelerated slowly. Attention on the front window, he said, “I trust my brother more than anyone.”
A small grin formed on Leo’s face. “We prefer pussy and breasts.”
Gwen breathed easier. They had blood ties to each other, but they didn’t step beyond those boundaries. Didn’t parents always teach their children to share? In all honesty, they weren’t doing anything hurtful or against the law.
Leo rubbed his finger over her knee. “We don’t select anyone off the street. When we see someone who interests us, we pursue. Most walk away after we proposition them. We’ve had three women before you and it was the most intense sex ever. If you give us a chance to show you pleasure, you will see how wonderful it is with us.”
Gwen’s anxiety died within seconds. Paolo and Leo were simply kinky young guys looking to enjoy sex in a ménage à trois setting. Their intentions seemed honest and straightforward. She didn’t sense any bad vibes. Her instincts indicated they wouldn’t hurt her, and they would please her in a way she’d never experienced.
“I don’t have the body of
a twenty-year-old, but I do have a strong craving for dick. I wouldn’t mind testing yours, or Paolo’s,” she said.
Leo placed his hand on the side of her face. “You won’t be disappointed. I promise.”
He gently caressed her lips with his thumb. A tickling sensation scurried to her nipples and hardened them. She opened her mouth, slid her tongue underneath his digit, then sucked it.
“Is this what you would do to my cock?” Leo asked.
“Mmm,” she said and nodded.
“You have a beautiful mouth, so soft and wet. I would like to fuck it,” Leo said as he slowly withdrew his finger.
“I would devour you,” she said.
He stared at her with gleaming green eyes while he slid his hand to her chest. “Would you suck all the juice from it?”
“I would. I will slowly stroke it, then I’d take the big dick deeper. I’d suck every bit of the juice from it.”
Leo slipped his hand under the strap of her blouse and into her bra. He found her pebble and pinched it. “I’d like to suck these. Would you mind?”
She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on her face. “Not at all.”
“Can I…bite them?”
Strings of lust shot from her breasts to her core. “Gently, yes.”
His lips twitched. “Paolo likes to play with them too.”
She glanced toward the front. Paolo steered the vehicle but lifted his gaze frequently to the rear-view mirror.
“We also like to eat dessert, the kind between a woman’s legs,” Leo said.
Gwen clenched her thighs together. Her hormones were on fire with every touch and accented word from Leo.
“I’d like that very much,” she said.
Leo removed his hand from her tit and slipped it between her legs. He leaned closer to her ear. “Are you wet?”
His warm breath brushed her lobe and aroused her. She wanted him, his mouth, his touch and everything he seemed willing to give. Hot and longing, she spread her knees to grant him the ability to cup her mound fully.
“I am,” she said.
“Can I touch you?” He rubbed her apex and she wished her skirt and panties would vanish.
“Yes.”
“You are an incredible woman. Paolo and I will take good care of you, bring you many orgasms.” He moved his hand to her thigh where he proceeded to smooth it under her skirt. When he reached her pussy, he wedged his digits under her damp panties.
“Treat me well, and I will do the same to both of you,” she said.
Leo dipped a finger between her wet folds. “We love a woman with a hungry appetite.”
Gwen’s heart accelerated as he brushed over her clit. Flaming hot zings coursed through her, making her nipples ache. She had an itch that needed to be scratched, an emptiness that needed filled. Fuck, she wanted him inside her.
“Lei è molto bagnato?” Paolo asked.
“Sì, molto.” Leo grinned as he met Gwen’s gaze. “You are very wet.”
Gwen lacked understanding of the Italian language, but she guessed they were pleased with her slickness. Leo dug deeper between her legs, rubbing his palm on her increasingly sensitive bud. The need for greater satisfaction gnawed at her insides. When he pushed his digit into her entrance, she placed one of her hands over his, holding and encouraging him to give her more.
“That feels good,” she said.
“You like this,” Leo said. “Would you like my cock to touch you here?”
“Yes, I want it to fill me.”
Gwen spread her knees farther apart and arched her back, pushing her breasts up. Leo quickly slipped another finger inside her then withdrew it and toyed with her clitoris. Electric currents of raw need spread through her body. She was approaching the point she yearned for, the peace and tranquility to calm her burning, raging desires. Then the car came to a halt, and Paolo turned off the ignition.
Leo slowly pulled out from her pussy. “Don’t worry, we will finish this soon.”
The road to bliss detoured in a heartbeat. All the fuel and excitement built in Gwen deflated.
Paolo turned around and gazed at them from between the front seats. “And you will have two men filling you.”
Gwen took a deep breath and straightened her skirt. “Good, because I’m starving.”
Paolo smiled widely. He jerked his head toward the door. “Come.”
They exited the vehicle at the same time. Gwen stood by the door, clutching her bag and squinting as she adjusted to the bright sun. Fresh sea air filled her lungs, but she couldn’t see any ships. The large parking lot had a wealth of vacant spots and only a few vehicles. Paolo had claimed a vacancy at the front, a few car lengths away from a path with white stripes painted on the pavement.
Leo walked around the vehicle and approached her.
“Where are the boats?” she asked.
He came to her side and took her hand. “This way.”
Paolo led them along the striped road. The area was quiet with trimmed lawns and neatly planted flowers. A few trees dotted the landscape. The three of them crossed a small, deserted road. Not a single car was in sight. In fact, the sound of traffic didn’t exist. A few buildings lay in the distance ahead. Blocks away and to her left, she spotted sails and ships. Her level of excitement jumped.
“Is your yacht big?” she asked.
“It’s similar to the others here,” Leo said.
When they reached the sidewalk, Paolo turned in the direction of the vessels and further from the buildings. Steps later, he twisted to face them. “It’s very comfortable. Two staterooms, a guestroom, a salon, a galley—”
“Wow, it sounds very nice.” She wondered if it were bigger than her ranch home.
“It was a gift from our parents,” Leo said.
Paolo paused to let her and Leo catch up with him. “They knew how much we loved sailing. They used to take us out on their boat and we’d cruise for weeks at a time. They’d let us take turns navigating and picking destinations.”
“Sounds like you have a lot of experience traveling on water,” she said.
“Sì. We’ve been to other countries and all the local islands,” Leo said. “We know our away around.
“How long did you say you were staying in Rome?” Paolo asked.
“A few more days,” she answered.
Leo gripped her hand. “Maybe we can show you around. Give you a private tour.”
“I’d like that. I’d planned to visit the Colosseum, Pantheon and Vatican City.”
“We can take you to those places and many others you would enjoy,” Leo said.
“I don’t want to interrupt your schedules.”
Paolo slipped his arm around her waist. “We’ll work it out so at least one of us can escort you to the sites. You should enjoy as much as you can before you leave.”
Gwen couldn’t help but smile. How lucky was she to find not one, but two sexy hotties to take her around Rome? Her adventures in London and Paris had been great, but she had a sneaky suspicion she’d have quite the time of her life in Rome. And she couldn’t wait.
They walked past the first row of docked vessels and continued to the next. Each large boat looked as if it was worth millions of dollars. All were painted white and appeared in pristine condition.
“Does it cost much to own a yacht?” Gwen asked.
“Sì. But our parents and grandparents are lawyers,” Paolo said. “Leo surprised them when he decided not to become one.”
Paolo stepped onto the dock and led them down it. Boats floated on each side, secured by a long line and with little space between them. Halfway down the walkway, Paolo stopped and bent. He grabbed one of the ropes and tugged it. The white-colored craft connected to the rope slowly drifted toward them.
Gwen’s eyes widened as she took in the full scope of the gift from their parents. It had two enclosed levels with dark-tinted windows on the sides and in front. The long prow had rails. Communication equipment sat above the top deck. The stern had a la
rge area with a cushioned bench, perfect for relaxing and sunbathing.
“Is this it?” she asked.
Leo let go of her hand and leaped onto the edge. Then he jumped down on the other side.
Paolo straightened, still holding the line. “Do you like it?”
“It looks like an extremely nice gift from your parents. It’s huge,” she said.
Following a clicking sound, Leo pulled open a mini door leading onto the boat. He extended his arm toward her. “Join us, signora.”
Gwen tightened her grasp on her purse and hurried around Paolo. Grinning, she took Leo’s hand and he helped her step onto the craft.
“I’ll show you around first, in case you’re still uncomfortable joining us,” Leo said as he led her toward a door.
Would she possibly change her mind now? Unless the inside was a total pigsty, there was no way she’d walk away. From the little she’d seen, she guessed her handsome and kinky gentlemen came from wealth. She doubted the interior would be anything less than extravagant.
Leo escorted her inside the cabin and flipped on the lights. Immediately Gwen’s jaw dropped. The inside had polished wood trim, shiny fixtures, a cream-colored L-shaped sofa with decorative pillows and a large television. A curved stairway rose on the left of the gathering room and past the staircase was a kitchen area with stools and granite countertops. A small eating area was on the opposite side. A short hallway led to the back.
“We’re standing in the salon.” Leo pointed past the stairs. “That’s the open galley”—he moved his finger to the table and gray leather seats—“and dinette. The staterooms are in the back. Each one has a separate facility.”
“This is…” She shook her head as she searched for an appropriate word. “Incredible. You could live here.” She hesitantly walked toward the stools.
“Well, I do. Paolo has an apartment at the university. Sometimes I stay with him, but I mostly spend my nights here.”
She stopped at the galley and marveled at how spotless everything appeared. A glass-top stove took up some space on the counter.
“Would you like to see the master stateroom?” Leo asked, coming to stand by her side.
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