“Christ, yes. Penn would drive his cock into your cunt and I would take your perfect little ass and plunge into it. We would kiss you, caress your breasts, stroke your beautiful belly. I would leave my fingerprints on your hips, my fingernails digging in your skin, drawing blood...”
“Oh god, yes, yes…” Sofia was writhing beneath him, panting and gasping, “more, Ivo, more…”
“You would take my riding crop across your buttocks, your belly, your labia. It would be an exquisite pain and you would beg me for more. You would suck my cock, while I pleasure your clit, all while Penn took you in the ass. You would let us both take over your body… you would straddle Penn, ride him while I fucked you from behind…let me come on your belly…”
They were both so crazed with desire that by the time they came, explosively, both screaming the other’s name, they were exhausted and had to lay down on the floor for twenty minutes just to be able to speak. Finally, Ivo rolled onto his side, grinning down at her.
“Wow.”
Sofia laughed. “Wow is right. Who knew you could get so turned on by adding another man.”
Ivo chuckled. “Well, I do have a kink for watching you get fucked – as long as I trusted the guy and Penn, well, he’s like brother to me. Actually, nope, in this context, brother seems wrong.”
“Best friend.”
“That’s it. I trust Penn.”
Sofia studied him. “So, if he were willing…?”
Ivo nodded. “If he were willing. You think he’s attractive, right?”
“I only have eyes for you,” she batted her lashes dramatically and Ivo laughed. “But, yes, he’s a very handsome dude, second only to you. You really wouldn’t mind him fucking me?”
“No. As long as I was there of course,” he joked but suddenly, she saw the uncertainty in his eyes.
“Hey,” she sat up and made him sit up too. “We don’t have to do this. Just talking about it was good enough for a mind-shattering orgasm, so if you have any doubts about me and another man…”
“It’s not that, I trust you implicitly,” he said firmly, but then hesitated. “It’s that…I want to be sure that I’m not coercing you into something you’re not ready for. A few months ago, you were a virgin. And now…”
“You are sweet,” Sofia kissed him softly, “and yes, I was a virgin. But you think I didn’t fantasize when I was a virgin? You think I didn’t masturbate? Jesus, the amount of batteries I got through…” She crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue and, Ivo laughed. “But Ivo, I want to experience everything with you. I want to make your fantasies come true as much as you’ve given me everything. Everything.”
Ivo leaned his forehead against hers. “God, I love you, Mrs. Zacca.”
“Still not used to that, but I love you too.”
Ivo kissed her. “Sometimes I forget there’s such an age gap between us. When I met you, I truly did meet my other half.”
“And I, mine.” Sofia got to her feet slowly and pulled him up. “There’s nothing we can’t do as long as we’re together.” She chewed on her lip, thinking about something. “Ivo, there’s something you should know. A few days ago, the day I met Penn, something had happened earlier in the day. I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t want you to go off and do something stupid, but now I want to be totally honest. Just promise me, you’ll hear me out.”
Ivo drew in a deep breath. “Go for it.”
“My step-father tried to abduct me.”
Sofia could see the rage and fear explode in Ivo’s expression, but he struggled to reign it in. “Tell me more, Sofia.”
She sat down on the bed and patted it. When he sat, she took his hand. “It was outside Desi’s apartment. He had a bodyguard with him, a huge dude, and he tried to manhandle me into a cab. Luckily, Felix…or Grant…or whatever he calls himself, came along and helped me out. He called the police and they took the bodyguard away. My step-father had already gotten away, the coward.”
Ivo’s knuckles were very white as he clenched and unclenched his fists. She swept a hand into his hair. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine.”
“That son-of-a-bitch.” Ivo closed his eyes and she could see him struggle with his temper. Finally, he opened his eyes. “Who the hell is Felix Grant?”
Sofia chuckled. “No, when I met him, he said his name was Felix but then…oh, never mind. He’s Desi’s neighbor.”
“I owe him a drink, an expensive one.”
“He’s a nice guy. I thought you met him at the gallery opening, but maybe not.” She got up and straightened her dress. “Anyway, I thought you should know.”
“Thank you for telling me, but if there is a next time, you tell me immediately, okay?”
She kissed him. “I will. Thanks for not blowing your top.” She grinned wickedly. “Although anytime you want me to blow your top…”
“Dirty girl.”
“You know it.”
She could see it was still bothering him as they took a cab down to the river. Sofia nudged him as they walked down to where they could see Penn’s boat waiting. “Hey, you. Stop thinking about it.”
Ivo smiled ruefully. “Not going to happen, but for tonight, I’ll try.”
Sofia kissed his cheek, nuzzling the stubble on his face with her nose. “All that matters is I love you, husband. Now, tonight, we have other things to think about, remember?”
She ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip and he gave a groan. “Tentpole, again. Damn it, Sofia.” But he laughed and tightened his arm around her shoulders.
“By the end of the night, Ivo, I’m going to make your fantasies come true, at least, I hope to.”
Penn greeted them with a smile a bear-hug for them both. He eyed Sofia appreciatively. “God, Sofia…Ivo Zacca, you are a lucky bastard.”
Ivo and Sofia shared a knowingly look and Sofia took Penn’s hand, enjoying the shock on his face when she brushed her lips quickly against his. She chuckled as he looked between the two of them, and Ivo grinned.
“Let’s go grab our table, shall we? I think it’s going to be an interesting night.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tamara only felt a little unfaithful as she straddled Grant Christo and impaled herself on his rampant cock. Grant grinned up at her. “Such a sweet little snatch you have.”
Tamara snorted. “Sweet? I don’t think so. But it can do this…” She clenched her vaginal muscles hard around his shaft and he groaned.
“Fuck, I think I might have missed you.”
“You’d better had.” She rode him, slowly at first, concentrating on her own pleasure. “Pinch my nipples.” She ordered him and yelped with pleasure as he tweaked them hard. “Good. Now tell me about the little whore.”
“Your father tried to abduct her, force her to come back to New York.”
Tamara’s eyebrows shot up and she looked impressed. “Wow, Dad, that was unexpectedly ballsy. I take it he didn’t succeed.”
Grant’s fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. “Nope, I stopped it. Couldn’t have Daddy Dearest ruining our plans for little Sofia, can we? What was he bringing her back for, anyway? To shut up in ivory tower?”
“I like our plan better. God, I dream of it, precious little Sofia, all cut up and bleeding, begging for her life.”
“After I fuck her,” Grant’s voice was like ice. “And now that I think about it, I can see you, naked, leather harness, huge fucking strap-on. You fuck her while I kill her.”
“You are one twisted motherfucker.”
Grant sat up, fisting the hair at the back of her neck and tugging her head back so he could kiss her throat. “That’s exactly why you keep me around, Tamara and you know it.”
Tamara shivered through an orgasm and smiled at him. “I do know it. Now finish yourself off. I want to get to the club.”
Grant smiled as she slid off his cock. He grasped the root of it and began to pump, eager now to come. He wanted to see the fruits of Tamara’s labors too. The club. Their cl
ub.
The place where he would end Sofia Amory Zacca’s short life…
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ivo looked across the table at Sofia, so lovely, with her face lit up by candlelight. God, she was beautiful, and all his…but tonight, maybe, he would share her…and the idea was turning him on so much he could feel his erection pressing against his pants.
They had enjoyed the boat trip and dinner, and now they were ensconced in a private booth at a sultry, smoky club. Penn, who had quickly caught on to their plans, was looking at Sofia too and Ivo could see the desire in his eyes. “Penn, dear friend,” he said slowly. “Sofia has the softest inner thighs you’ve could dream of.”
Penn smiled. “Is that so?”
Sofia and Ivo shared a loaded look, then Sofia leaned across to Penn. “Give me your hand, Penn.”
He let her take his hand and Sofia slowly moved it to her inner thigh, sliding it under her dress. “Touch me,” she whispered, then leaned across to kiss Ivo on the mouth as Penn slid his fingers along the soft skin. He hesitated only briefly before his fingers moved to caress her sex through her panties.
Ivo smiled at him as Penn sighed happily as he slid his fingers into her panties and stroked her. “Would you like to fuck Sofia, Penn?”
Penn nodded. “Very much.” He looked at Ivo. “But, friend, what about you?”
“Oh, I’ll be fucking her too.”
Sofia smiled at her husband. “Yes, he will. Hard, deep and over and over. Penn…do you want to fuck me here?”
Penn nodded, and Sofia glanced at Ivo who smiled. “Go for it, baby.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “Enjoy this, baby…” And lifting her dress, she moved to sit on Penn’s lap, and impale herself on his rampant cock…
“Sof?”
Sofia blinked and suddenly the images in her head drifted away. “Sorry, I was…sorry. Did I miss something?”
The two men laughed. Ivo stroked her cheek. “Only talk about your next exhibition. What were you thinking about?”
Sofia felt her face flame. “Oh, nothing, in particular. Penn, I’m sorry, I never asked. Do you have a significant other?”
Penn half-smiled. “Not as such…there is a woman I’ve been seeing, but I’m not sure about our future. She’s different”
“Do you like her?”
Penn gave a strange chuckle. “I’m in love with her, but I’m not sure I like her. Does that make sense?”
“I think so. Who is she?”
Ivo nudged Sofia. “I don’t think Penn’s that into sharing.” He softened the rebuke with a smile and Sofia looked at Penn apologetically.
“Sorry.”
Penn reached over to squeeze her hand. “No problem, it’s just I don’t know if it’s an entirely healthy relationship yet. If it shakes out to be the one, you two will be the first to know.”
Ivo took a slug of scotch. “One more question – and I know what I just said, sorry,” he grinned sat Sofia, “But you still go to those clubs?”
Penn grinned. “I do and yes, that’s where I met her.” He looked at Sofia. “I take it Ivo’s told you about my, um, hobby.”
Sofia nodded. “He has, yes. We, I mean, Ivo and I, went to La Chat a few weeks ago.”
Penn’s eyes opened wide. “You did? One of my favorites. Did you see the glass cubicle?”
Sofia blushed and cast a look at Ivo, who grinned, a little smugly. Penn laughed and raised his glass. “Then you have my admiration. I wish I could have been there to see it.”
Ivo cleared his throat. “There’s no reason you couldn’t…join us, some night.”
“Ah.” Penn smiled, his handsome face relaxing. “I would love to.” He looked at Ivo, who nodded, then at Sofia, whose face was still flaming red, but she too held his gaze. “I have a feeling it would be an unforgettable night.”
They said goodbye to Penn at just after midnight and took a cab home. So turned on by the conversation at dinner, Ivo and Sofia tore at each other’s clothes the moment they stepped into the hotel suite.
Ivo tugged her dress from her, biting down on her shoulder as he ripped her panties from her. Sofia, panting for breath as Ivo continued his assault with his lips closing around her nipple, freed his cock from his underwear and began to stroke it. “I want to taste you.”
She dropped to her knees abut Ivo shook his head. He hauled her into his arms and took her to the bedroom.
Sofia was confused but Ivo smiled. “You’ve never heard of soixante-neuf?”
She grinned, understanding and Ivo lay her onto the bed then moved so his mouth was on her sex, as Sofia took his cock between her lips and teased the tip with her tongue. They spent their time tasting, teasing driving each other wild before Sofia’s body shuddered with her orgasm and Ivo shot thick streams of cum into her mouth. Not giving her time to recover, Ivo rolled her onto her back, pushing her knees up to her chest and hooking her ankles over his shoulders, and sinking balls deep into her red, swollen cunt. Sofia sighed, a long moan of pleasure escaping her lips as he fucked her, their gazes locked, his hands pinning hers above her head. The sweet pain of his huge body slamming against hers, the muscles of her thighs aching and burning, the pounding of his huge cock into her vagina…all of it intoxicating, making Sofia’s head swim.
“I love you,” she gasped as her back arched up, and she came violently, crying out his name over and over. Ivo pulled out as he reached his climax and shot his load onto her soft, flat belly.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he panted, kissing her mouth as if he wanted to devour her. She loved the expression in his beautiful green eyes when he was like this, almost frenzied, a wild man, pure love and pure animal, feral desire for her. Sofia gave a little yelp of pleasure as Ivo nipped at her nipples with his teeth, his hands rough on her body.
“You know what I was thinking about at dinner?”
“Tell me.”
“Being fucked by you and Penn at the same time. It made me so hot.”
Ivo grinned. “You say the word and it’ll happen. Penn wanted you, I could tell.” He rolled off of her and propped himself up on his elbow. His free hand stroked her body as they recovered, his fingers tracing a circle around her navel. Sofia studied him.
“And it really wouldn’t make you jealous?”
“That’s a loaded question.” But he grinned. “But I know why you’re asking. Listen, you are my world, the love of my life. If you cheated, that would be a different story.”
“I would never do that.”
Ivo nodded. “I know. I trust you implicitly, Sofia, as I hope you do me. It’s an entirely different scenario we’re talking about. Consensual and mutual sexual experimentation. I trust you, I trust Penn. What concerns me more is you. Are you sure you are ready for this?”
“I think so. If I’m being honest the thought both excite and scares me, but the good kind of scared, you know? It’s as if I’ll feel like an adult, at last. No, that doesn’t make sense, after all, you have already Carole King’d me.”
Ivo broke out laughing. “I’ve what?”
Sofia grinned and kissed him. “You know.” She started to sing. “You make me feel like a natural woman…”
His gaze softened. “That’s an incredible thing to hear, thank you.”
“I never thought, ever, that I could be naked with another person, a man, and not feel uncomfortable, or ugly, or ashamed. I don’t even know where those feelings come from. My mom was very upfront about sex, and always told me to just be myself without apology. Somewhere along the line, something got into my head that I was…less than a woman.” She looked at him apologetically. “Sorry, that got heavy.”
“We’re married. Heavy is what we do.”
She grinned at him. “Will I ever get used to that I’m a wife now?”
“I hope so. Especially when we have kids.” He kissed her playfully, but then his smile faded when he saw the hesitation in her eyes. “Sof?”
“Ivo…I’m not sure about…” she sigh
ed and sat up. “We should have talked about this before we got married. I’m not sure I want kids.”
The shock in his eyes made her heart hurt. He sat up too, rubbing his face. “I guess…I just assumed. What’s your concern?”
“That I’ll be a shitty mother. That I’ll never be able to give my kids any proper guidance, that my trust issues will fuck them up. I wish I knew what it was in my past, since before my mom married Fergus, what it was that left me so damaged. But I guess I’ll never know now. In any case, it just feels selfish of me, however much I want to bear your child, Ivo. What if there’s some deep-seated wrongness in me?”
Ivo was staring at her in confusion. “Where the hell did all this come from? You never mentioned…Sofia, what on earth makes you think you’re so damaged you can’t give a child the love it needs?”
“The more pressing question is, and please, be honest with me, is, Ivo, do you want children? I know you will already have a daughter any day now, but could you live with your wife not giving you a child someday?”
Sofia really didn’t want to ask that question answered but Ivo sighed. “At the end of the day, baby, I want you. We can work everything else out.”
She reached out to him but he pulled away, got off the bed. “I have to pee.”
Sofia felt tearful. How had this incredible day gone from heavenly to this? And why the fuck hadn’t they discussed the kid issue before they got married? Yet another mistake. Would they ever stop making them?
Ivo returned from the bathroom and got back into bed. He pulled her into his arms and she snuggled into him. “We’ll figure all this out,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry about it tonight.”
In a few moments, his breathing became regular and Sofia knew he had fallen asleep. She stroked his face, tracing the scar near his eye, the small constellation of freckles on his cheek which looked like The Big Dipper. The sensual outline of his mouth. God, how I love you, Ivo Zacca. She kissed his eyelids, the long, thick dark lashes resting on his cheeks. She could imagine his son, all dark curls and huge green eyes and her heart ached. But she had meant everything she had said to him. There was something inside her that screamed at her to not bring a child into the world. She wondered if something had happened to her when she was young, something that she blocked out but her mother would never talk about the years when Sofia was a toddler. She never mentioned Sofia’s father…ever. Sofia didn’t know anything about him except that he was American, and now her mother was gone…
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