“I’m not going to stop training with Frankie. He’s family, and you’re going to need to accept our relationship. You can meet him when you have the chance to. I can ask him to come to lunch,” She said to him.
He eased his palm along her knee and up her thigh under her skirt.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I just don’t want to think about the training you do with him, and how you roll along on the mats in those little sports bras and tiny tight shorts. The idea of another man’s hands on you pisses me off,” he stated.
She swallowed hard.
“I can understand that. I would feel the same way, but he’s professional, and he’s not just some guy I train with. You know this, Spadaro. He’s like a brother to me, and without him, I may not have gotten through things when I first got here,” she said to him.
Vacarro leaned into her and kissed her neck.
“You would have because you’re strong, and beautiful, and we’re meant to be together,” he said and cupped her cheek and kissed her lips.
She felt Spadaro’s hand slide higher between her legs.
“Open for me,” he said to her as Vacarro continued to kiss her and then slid his palm into her top. He cupped her breast, and she opened her thighs as Spadaro stroked her pussy over her panties.
“When we get you to our place, I want you to take off all your clothes, lie on the bed, legs open, arms above your head, offering this body to all of us to make love to and to claim. Do you understand me?” Spadaro ordered calmly.
She pulled from Vacarro’s mouth and was gasping for breath, entirely too turned on by this. What made it different from when Barishna ordered her to strip, to bend over a couch, his desk? It followed with a strike to her body. Him gripping her hair and yanking her into position.
“Look at me. Look at me, Talia,” he demanded, and she did. She refocused and tried not to let her mind think of Barishna.
“You want this. What I ask, the submission, the giving up control, is for pleasure. It’s that fucking simple. To see you naked, your perfect sexy body, these breasts, this wet, delicious pussy lying before me, before us as a meal, an offering, drives me insane. Makes me want to do anything for you. Makes me feel vulnerable, and I don’t ever do vulnerable, baby. To let down our guards and love you, is the scariest fucking thing I for one, have ever done. So please, baby, when I ask you to strip, offer me this body, know it’s because I love you, I want you, I need you so much I ache.” Spadaro admitted to her.
She stared at him and reacted. Tears filled her eyes, and her heart leaped with joy and love for these four men. She climbed up onto his lap, lifted her skirt to her hips, and grabbed his cheeks and started kissing him. She rocked her body against his cock, while he slid his hands all over her, under her upper thighs by her ass cheeks, and he immediately found her pussy and pressed fingers up into her cunt. She lowered up and down against his fingers.
“Fuck yeah,” Vacarro said, and she felt the truck speed up, make some wild turns and then revved up a hill, a long driveway. The truck stopped, the engine turned off, and the doors opened, but she kept kissing Spadaro.
He pulled from her lips as he slid his fingers from her cunt.
“I love you so much,” he said to her.
“I love you, too,” she said and stared into his eyes as they got out of the truck and headed inside with him carrying her.
She heard the doors close. The lights weren’t even turned on, but the sound of an alarm system being set reminded her of the danger, but also the safety and precaution these men took. She was in their bedroom, not even taking a look at what their home looked like because she didn’t care. Her pussy throbbed with need. It actually throbbed for this cock. For all their cocks to fill her up. Lights came on dim and low, as Spadaro set her feet down on the rug.
He stepped back and nodded. She knew what she needed to do, and she did it quickly. She divested herself of her clothing, and he did the same. So did Vacarro, Tat, and Basile.
She slid onto the bed completely naked, pussy leaking cream, her ass spasming in anticipation of being filled with cock, too, and her mouth watered at the sight. Four sexy, gorgeous, big, badass soldiers with tattoos and hard-core, scary expressions looked at her with hunger in their eyes, and as she raised her arms above her head, she came. “Ohhh,” she moaned long and deep.
“Holy fucking shit,” Vacarro said and slid onto the bed, cupped her breast, and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back then felt her ass and pussy hanging over the bed as Spadaro grabbed her ankles and slid her down to the edge of the bed, lowered to his knees, and started to lick at her pussy.
On the other side, Basile cupped her other breast, slid his palm up and down her arm that was raised up, and he suckled on her tit so hard she moaned into Vacarro’s mouth.
“All of us. Take her together,” Tat ordered.
Mouths and hands left her body. Spadaro’s mouth lifted from her pussy. He flipped her onto her belly and then gripped her hips—raised them up from around her waist. Vacarro lay down on the edge of the bed, and then Spadaro placed her on top of him. Desperation. Complete desperation to be one with them. That was what she felt.
She immediately slid her pussy down over Vacarro’s thick, hard cock. They both moaned.
“Ohh,” Vacarro said and grabbed her hair, yanked her lower to kiss her.
Her legs spread as she rocked her pelvis down hard against Vacarro. She wanted him deep, so very deep to her womb, and she got the sensation she was after. She gasped, pulling up from his mouth only to feel the cool liquid hit her asshole and Spadaro’s fingers slide in and out of her asshole.
“Oh God, please. Yes, Spadaro, please. I need you inside of me.”
“You need to be filled up and taken over and over again,” Tat said.
She tilted up, as Tat climbed onto the bed, holding his cock in his hand, and she leaned toward it and lick the tip. She swirled her tongue over the top as Vacarro thrust upward into her cunt and cupped her tits while Spadaro thrust fingers faster, deeper into her ass.
“That’s it, baby. You belong to us. To all of us,” Basile said.
She felt overwhelmed with emotions, with the connections so deep, and she felt like they were all equal and like she could please them and make them wild, too.
“Stop fucking teasing me, woman, and suck my cock good and deep. Come on, Talia, Suck it,” Tat ordered, and she stopped swirling her tongue and teasing his cock and took it deeper into her mouth.
Vacarro thrust faster, and then she felt Spadaro’s fingers pull from her ass, but then they were instantly replaced with his cock. He pushed so much lube into her ass or maybe she was just so wet, so wild with need to be fucked by them, made love to by them, possessed and claimed by them that he slid right in and moaned, and it was on. Wild, crazy fast, deep thrusts from three cocks penetrated every hole. She was like a rag doll between them when she orgasmed again and again. Vacarro came first, then Tat, and then Spadaro.
“Me. I fucking can’t hold back. Me,” Basile roared, and they immediately pulled out, and Basile picked her up and kissed her on the mouth.
She straddled his waist, and the man fell to the bed with her under him, and he slid right into her pussy. She was on the edge of the bed and he was standing, rocking his hips, lifting her legs up against his ribs and thrusting so deeply and quickly into her she screamed out in ecstasy.
“Basile! Oh God, please. Please, Basile!” She came, and he grunted and roared and then came in her pussy. She closed her eyes, threw her arms back, and lay there, exhausted, completely loved and ravished, as her four men cared for her, kissed her breasts, her tattoo, her pussy, thighs, and calves and then washed her up, and tucked her into bed.
“Ours forever, baby. Forever,” Tat said, caressing her damp hair from her cheeks and then kissing her forehead as she fell fast asleep.
* * * *
Tat and Spadaro slid from the bed, knowing that they were getting phone calls from their contacts. “We got
her,” Basile whispered as Talia lay between him and Vacarro.
They got dressed in their jeans and walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. When the phone rang, they knew there was a difference in time and it was during the day in Milan, Italy.
“Yeah, what have you got for us?” Tat asked their friend and contact.
“Well, at first I thought it was no big deal. A typical wealthy businessman dabbling in a little low-grade criminal activity, but it turns out your mark, Barishna, has some terrorist asshole friends on his payroll.”
“What? Like fucking who?”
“Like Polckeckin, that dirty rat bastard. He’s got more fucking lowlives working for him. I’ve got men monitoring activities and something is definitely up. I’m working on confirming his exact location, but from my sources, he was in Trento, Italy, only two weeks ago. Could still be there or elsewhere. Not sure, but Sierran, he is in the United States and he isn’t alone.”
“Fuck. He has to be sending men after all of us. I want this guy. I want all of them. They’re going after US soldiers and that shit can’t happen.”
“I understand. I hope to have more information by tomorrow or the next day,” he said, and then they thanked him and got off the phone.
“Jed and Jaret are working on things on their end. If it’s true and Sierran does come to the United States, then we’ll know it,” Spadaro said.
“But we won’t know about his friends. There’s no identifying them. We have no names, and that’s how these fucking killers and terrorist work. They’ll do a sneak attack,” Tat said, and they heard something upstairs and then voices and crying. Tat and Spadaro hurried upstairs to the bedroom.
* * * *
“You’re safe, baby. It’s just a nightmare, calm your breathing. Come on, Talia, look at me. Listen to my voice,” Basile said to her as she gasped for breath and couldn’t seem to catch it. She was on her side and holding her throat.
“Jesus, this isn’t good. It’s a bad one,” Vacarro said, and then Tat and Spadaro came into the room and hurried over.
“Talia. Breathe, baby, come on now and breathe,” Tat said, and she had tears streaming down her cheeks, and she was gasping.
Spadaro grabbed her, picked her up, and sat her on the bed. He gripped her hips and knelt between her legs.
“Look at me.”
She turned away, too focused on the feelings of her throat constricting more than likely and not having control.
“Look at me now!” Spadaro yelled at her, and her head swung toward him, her eyes wide. He gripped her wrist and hand, brought it down from her neck, and placed it on his chest.
“Breathe. Take control of it. You’re safe. We’re here protecting you. He cannot hurt you. You are stronger than him. Stronger damn it!” he yelled, and she tightened her mouth, and it appeared to Basile that she was trying to listen and gain control and was getting angry.
“That’s right. You’re stronger than he is. Stronger than any attack. You got this. It’s your body and you protect it, you train it to be a fighter, not a weakling. Now fight it. Breathe calmly, focus on the four of us right here with you. Breathe. Breathe,” he said, and soon she was calming down and her lips were parted, tears wet her cheeks, and she hugged Spadaro, wrapped her legs around his waist, and held him tight.
“I love you. I need you always. Never leave me. Take away his evil forever. Please, Spadaro. Please,” she said to him.
* * * *
Talia couldn’t believe what Spadaro had done and how desperate she felt to breathe and to reach for a brown bag that wasn’t there. No, instead her men were, and they healed her, helped her to get through this. She kissed his neck, and as he lowered her to the bed, she pushed him to the side so she was straddling his hips, and he allowed it, she knew he did. She undid his pants and slid down his gorgeous, sexy body, and she pulled his cock into her mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head, and he looked at her, chin to chest and reached out to stroke her hair from her face.
“So strong, so beautiful,” he whispered.
She felt her thighs spread and then hands slide along her back to her ass. A mouth kissed her shoulder. “Our woman is amazing,” Vacarro said to her, and then she felt the cool liquid hit her asshole and fingers push into her ass.
She rocked her ass back and bobbed her head up and down on Spadaro’s cock.
Fingers pulled out of her ass, and a cock replaced them.
“Mine. Always mine, baby. Always,” Vacarro said and thrust his cock into her ass.
“So tight and wet. So giving to your men. Fuck, I can’t take it. Fuck,” Vacarro moaned and rocked his hips.
“Ease up, baby. Come ride my cock with that sweet, wet pussy of yours. Take all of us for a ride. All of us,” Spadaro said, and she lifted her mouth from his cock, and with Vacarro’s and his assistance, she pulled up and sank down onto Spadaro’s cock with Vacarro’s cock pushing deeper into her asshole.
Basile gripped her hair and brought his mouth down onto hers. He kissed her, and they all began to make love together.
Vacarro thrust faster, gripping her hips and getting lost in the sensations.
“I’m coming, baby. I can’t last long in this ass. Damn,” he said and came.
Basile joined them, holding his cock in his hand, and she immediately reached for it, lowered her mouth to the tip, and twirled her tongue over it.
She sucked on Basile. Up and down she bobbed her head as Spadaro thrust his hips upward.
“We’ll always protect you, baby,” Tat said, and a moment later, she felt his cock push into her asshole, and all three men started thrusting and stroking faster and faster into her. She was sandwiched between them, crying out her release and then falling against Spadaro’s chest. Basile came first, shooting his seed down her throat. She swallowed and moaned. Tat came with a roar along with Spadaro, and then they hugged her tight and kissed her skin.
Spadaro whispered into her ear, “Strong is beautiful, and you are both. Remember that.” He kissed her temple, and she closed her eyes and let them care for her and love her.
* * * *
When Frankie showed up at the café with Talia, Spadaro had a bit of a hard time accepting it. The man had his arm around her waist, and she was wearing hardly any clothing. Her sports bra, crop top or whatever the hell it was, accentuated her breasts and her cleavage, and exposed her entire belly, hips, the tattoo, and the belly ring, and she belonged to him.
She must have picked up on his facial expression as she stepped away from Frankie, grabbed his hand, and brought him closer.
“You guys remember Frankie, right?” she asked, and then stepped forward to kiss Spadaro.
Spadaro immediately pulled her into his arms, ran his palm over her ass in the tight, shiny spandex pants she wore, and then stared at Frankie.
Frankie’s smile faded, but Tat and the others greeted him with handshakes. As Talia moved back, Vacarro kissed her hello, then Tat and then Basile, and Spadaro reluctantly released her. He felt extra possessive, because this man, Frankie, got to roll around on a mat with their woman and see her in this sexy work-out outfit, and Talia was going to tell him that the man didn’t get a hard-on? Fucking bullshit. But then Frankie’s eyes zeroed in on something to the right—or better yet, someone—and Talia screamed out a hello to Avana.
“So glad you could make it. I want you to meet Frankie—he’s the trainer I told you, Marianna, and Tiana about. Frankie, meet Avana.”
Talia introduced them, and Frankie shook her hand hello, and Spadaro saw the instant attraction between the two people. His jealous gut settled down slightly, but it took pulling Talia against his side and then making her sit right next to him at the table for lunch, with his hand between her thighs under the table, to calm his worry.
As he tried to stroke her a few times, she gripped his hand or crossed her legs, and he glared at her. She glared right back, and damn it, he wanted to chuckle. Actually fucking chuckle. One look at Basile, who sat on her other side, and
they silently began to both caress her inner thighs and she went right along with the conversation at the table.
They had a nice lunch, and before it ended, he actually thought Frankie was a pretty cool guy, and when they all get up to leave, he shook his hand.
“Hey, Spadaro, I’ve never taken advantage of the friendship I have had with Talia. She’s gorgeous and strong, but she’s family. Always has been and always will be. I’ll protect her always.”
“I understand that, and any protection she can get is always welcome,” he said and then gave the guy a nod.
The rest of the team said good-bye, and then Talia spoke with Frankie and Avana about Avana coming to a training session this week with Talia. She agreed, and then Frankie offered to walk Avana to her car, and Talia smiled wide.
“What’s that grin about?” Basile asked, pulling Talia into his arms and hugging her.
“Just seeing Frankie’s reaction to Avana.”
“Kind of like when we first set our eyes on you,” Vacarro said and kissed her bare shoulder.
She closed her eyes, and Spadaro looked at Tat.
“I’ll go in Talia’s car with her. I think she’ll need some help in the shower,” he said, and Basile tickled her neck.
“I think she’ll need a lot of help in that shower,” Basile added.
“Let’s go,” she said taking Basile’s and Spadaro’s hands as if she were in charge and leading the way.
Basile fixed that little move instantly. He bent down, picked her up, and tossed her onto his shoulder, walking her through the streets and to the parking lot with a hand on her ass.
“Basile!” she reprimanded.
* * * *
Two days passed, and Talia was getting ready to meet this woman Ms. Chapman. She looked at herself in the mirror in the business dress, her hair done up in a classy style, all pulled back, makeup perfect, the dress sleeveless and the heels medium height.
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