Her Double Punishment

by Daniella Wright

  I grin. “I love helping Rosa in the kitchen.”

  “It won’t be ‘Rosa’ for much longer,” Marco says. “Soon you’ll be calling her ‘Mamma’ too.” He smiles at me, and I feel like I’ve just made the best decision of my entire life.

  “So,” Stefano says. “We seem to have missed out on a lot of bedroom action over this past week. Would you like to make up for that?”

  I flash him a wicked smile. “I’d love to.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I see Marco grin, and he leans forward to nuzzle into the side of my neck.

  “Sei, bella,” he whispers, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Ti amo.”

  I twist my head to find his lips with my own, and as I do I reach up to hold him close.

  “Ti amo, uh, too,” I say. “Sei, bella.”

  Marco grins. “What you want to say there, is, anch’io. And when you’re talking to a man, it’s ‘sei, bello’.”

  “Anch’io,” I repeat. “Sei, bello.”

  “Perfect,” Marco says.

  “We’ll have you speaking Italian in no time.” Stefano lifts my hand to press his lips against my fingers, as Marco kisses his way down my throat.

  Stefano slides behind me on the couch, pulling my shirt up, interrupting Marco as he pulls it over my head.

  “So sexy,” Stefano breaths the words, his eyes scanning my body. He brings his hands up from behind to cup my breasts, kissing the other side of my neck.

  Soon his lips tickle my ear, and I twist to meet his lips with my own, reaching up to hold his head, as I explore his mouth with my tongue, as though I could somehow merge the two of us together.

  Marco’s hand is on my thigh, his mouth covering a nipple through my bra.

  I throw my head back to moan as Stefano tweaks the other nipple between his fingers, and then I feel Marco’s hand slide up between my legs.

  I’m so wet, he must be able to feel it, even through my jeans, and sure enough he releases my nipple.

  “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” His voice is husky, and I gasp my yes, only to be swept up in Stefano’s strong arms and carried all the way to Marco’s bed this time, and dropped right in the center of it.

  Behind him, Marco is already pulling off his clothes, his cock springing free of his pants, and I fumble with my button and zipper, Stefano helping me slide my pants down my legs, my underwear caught up in them.

  He dumps them on the ground, and I remove my bra. I’m so desperate for these men, so hungry for them, I want them both inside me, now.

  Stefano kneels immediately between my legs, grinning up at me as he rubs my clit with his thumb and my whole body jolts.

  “Can’t rush this too much,” he says, as though he senses my need.

  I groan, but then his tongue brushes my clit and my groan turns into a moan as a zap of electricity shoots up my spine.

  “Damn, Stefano.” I gasp the words, and he takes them as an invitation to slide his tongue over my folds, and then bury it deep in my cleft.

  Marco approaches, straddling my waist.

  I reach out to squeeze his cock, and his eyes rolls back in his head. “You’ve no idea how good that feels,” he murmurs. He begins to massage my breasts, as I stroke his cock, and with Stefano between my legs it’s all too much and already I’m coming.

  “Bit of pent up need there,” Stefano says, sitting up and wiping his face with his shirt, which he pulls over his head and then throws to the ground.

  “Maybe.” I grin, feeling so turned on. “But I’m only just getting started.”

  I give Marco a gentle nudge and he moves off me, laying on the bed next to me instead.

  “I think it’s time to fuck you,” I say, holding his gaze. His lips part, ever so slightly, and I take the opportunity to push Marco all the way back and then climb on him, straddling his thighs, then leaning over to kiss him full on the lips.

  Stefano strips off his clothes as I kiss his brother, sliding my wet slit over Marco’s hard shaft.

  Marco watches me, his eyes wide. “Sei, bella,” he says through a groan.

  He reaches out to cover my breasts with his hands, his touch so soft as he caresses me. I begin to rock harder, rubbing his cock against my clit. It all feels so nice, and I’m so close to cumming again, but Marco stops me.

  “I should grab a condom, before we go too much further.”

  I nod, and slide back so I’m straddling his thighs again. Stefano reaches across to the bedside table and takes a packet from the top drawer.

  “Here.” He throws one to Marco, who catches it, and holds it in one hand while carefully tearing open the packet with the other.

  He pulls it out, but before he can roll it down over his cock I bend over and cover his shaft with my mouth again, sucking and bobbing.

  “Damn, Savannah. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to stop doing that.” His voice is husky, and I can’t help but grin.

  I hold his gaze as I circle the head of his cock with my tongue once more, before sitting up again.

  “Sorry,” I say. “Couldn’t help myself.”

  “Perhaps I need to distract you for a moment,” Stefano says, and now his voice is a growl, as he clamps a breast between his hands and presses his lips against mine.

  I reach up to run my fingers through his hair as our teeth bump and our tongues search each other mouths, and below us, Marco finally rolls the condom down over his erection.

  I lift myself, moving so Marco’s cock is pressing against the opening of my cleft, and as Marco begins a series of gentle thrusts I reach out to pull on Stefano’s thick shaft and Stefano drops his hand to rub my clit.

  “Damn.” I pull away to throw my head back and focus on the sensations.

  “That feels incredible.”

  For a moment I simply hold myself there, enjoying the warmth of the brothers’ bare skin against mine, my thighs against Marco’s thighs, my body against Stefano’s body.

  Then I lean forward, a hand resting either side of Marco’s face to support my weight, and ever so slowly lift my hips, so Marco’s cock is almost completely out, and then sliding back down again.

  Marco groans, running his fingers through my hair to pull my face closer to his and press his lips against mine.

  “You’re something else, Savannah,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like you.”

  Stefano’s finger is still on my clit, but as good as it feels I want more of him, right now.

  “Must be my turn to give you oral,” I say with a grin.

  He grins back. “Thought you’d never offer.”

  He moves up the bed and I reach out to squeeze his cock, pulling him closer so I can wrap my mouth around it.

  I circle the head with my tongue, then lick the shaft from base to tip before opening my mouth to take as much as I can. I thrust my hips a couple of times to encourage Marco to keep going, and as he takes the hint and begins to move beneath me I reach up to hold Stefano’s hips, and bob up and down over his shaft.

  “Fuck that’s so hot to watch,” Marco says, gasping underneath me.

  Stefano runs his fingers through my hair, and I take more of him, spurred on by his satisfied groans.

  In moments we’re all coming, the three of us, moaning and thrusting and bobbing.

  Stefano’s spurts fill my mouth, and I lick him clean, swallowing as I pull away.

  “Amazing,” he says, panting. “So fucking sexy I couldn’t hold it any longer.”

  I collapse on Marco’s chest, and nuzzle in under his jaw.

  “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to experience every day,” he says.

  “Better believe it,” I say. “Because I haven’t just fallen in love with you two, I’ve fallen in love with this place, and with your family. You’re stuck with me, now, Marco and Stefano. You’ll never be able to get rid of me now.”

  Epilogue

  “Oh! My! God!” Brylee literally drops her suitcase in the
middle of the car park.

  “You have a sports car? How rich is your fiancé?”

  I laugh. “This isn’t my car. It’s Stefano’s. He let me use it to pick you guys up.”

  Jace is already checking out the car’s sleek lines, eyeing off the driver’s seat.

  “Sorry Jace. I’m the only one allowed to drive this. Especially seeing as none of you bothered to get an international driver’s license.”

  Jace’s face falls, but Amaya just laughs. “Why bother, when we’ve got you to chauffer us around everywhere.”

  I pop the boot and load most of the bags in the back. Amaya and Brylee have bought so much luggage they have to carry some on their knees, and Neveah insists that she ought to sit in the front so she doesn’t have to be punished by being squashed amongst other people’s excess bags.

  I laugh. “Sure thing.”

  I pull out of the car park, and we begin the drive through the city, and out into the countryside.

  Neveah and Amaya are oohing and aahing over the scenery, when Brylee leans forward from the back seat. “So,” she says. “Have you got the results of your exams yet?”

  I can’t keep the grin off my face. “Distinctions, in every class!”

  Neveah squeals, and reaches across to hug me. “I knew you could do it!”

  “Your dad must be pleased.” Amaya says.

  I nod. “He is. It’s certainly shown him that I am doing the right thing, by being here.”

  “So he’s come around then?” Jace asks.

  I nod again. “He and Mom will be here for the wedding.”

  “Oh, I’m so glad,” Brylee says. “I remember when you told me how angry he was that you were going to stay. As if he couldn’t have seen that coming, sending you to a country full of hot men. How else was he expecting the visit to end.”

  I glance into the rear vision mirror in time to see Brylee roll her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh.

  The last eighteen months have been hard, especially when my father threatened to fly over and drag me home, and I have only Stefano to thank for speaking to my dad about my decision, and letting him know he would keep an eye on Marco and I, and make sure Marco was treating me right and looking after me.

  We couldn’t help but laugh about that.

  “So,” Amaya leans forward. “We’re the only ones who know about Stefano?”

  “Yep.”

  Brylee shakes her head. “Two men. Two. I’m struggling to find one decent man, and here you’ve hooked two.”

  “Yeah, she ought to share, shouldn’t she?” Jace says, smirking at Brylee.

  “Ha.” I laugh. “No way.”

  “Just joking,” Jace says, holding his hands up in mock defense.

  “I’m just so happy you’ve found what it is you really want to do with your life,” Neveah says, glancing at me. “I was pretty horrified when you said you were staying, too, to be honest. But I can tell from your texts and our phone calls how much happier you are, and looking at you now, you’re just glowing!”

  Amaya leans forward from the back seat.

  “I’ll say,” she says. “The Italian air must be good for you.”

  “So,” Brylee interrupts. “What exactly are the plans for this next month?”

  “Well,” I say. “At the end of this week we’re having a girls--” I glance at Jace . “Ah, sorry Jace, I meant a ‘friends’ week away, in Rome, just the five of us. I’ve been so busy with Uni that I still haven’t been there yet. And then once we’ve done the touristy thing in Rome Stefano and Marco are going to join us and show us the less touristy spots to see between here and there, and then I guess it’s all wedding preparations.”

  “And then a honeymoon!” There’s a hint of jealousy in Amaya’s voice.

  I shake my head. “Actually, it’s then into Harvest season, pretty much. And after the harvest is finished, then we’ll have our honeymoon.”

  “Where on earth will you go for your that? You’re already living in the ultimate honeymoon destination.” Neveah teases.

  “Marco has never been to America,” I say. “So we’ll be flying home to look around, and of course catch up with you guys. Just because I live across the other side of the world, doesn’t mean we can’t catch up.”

  “Absolutely,” Brylee says. “I’ve already got plans for the next visit over here.” She hugs me from the back seat. “I intend to visit at least twice a year! How lucky to have a friend who lives in Italy, of all places!”

  I pull into the driveway of my new home, feeling a rush of pride as my bestest friends gush over how beautiful it is.

  I see Marco and Stefano come out the door to greet us and I know I’ve made the right choice. On track with a great career, with a wonderful home, and a loving family, and brilliant friends.

  I really am the luckiest woman in the world.

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