by Anthology
“You think you’re that powerful?” I rolled my eyes, realizing when it came to Vive’s fame and power the woman was a cross between Hillary Clinton and Lady Gaga.
“Honey, I know I am. Four million people read every word I write weekly in print and online.”
Leaning my hip against the sink, I turned to the mosaic tile wall and felt vindicated. I’ll accept her apology.
“Grazie. I appreciate that, Vive. I do. But your vodka dry-out has nothing to do with how sucky my designs were.” At that point, it was me who was laughing.
“Honey, its gin, thank you very much. Vodka has no flavor,” she corrected. “Regardless, I gotta hand it to ‘ya, girlie. The highlight of the Jemma Couture show was those guns. When they shot off and everyone hit the floor, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I haven’t had anything cray-cray like that happen to me since Lex, Taddy, Blake and I got thrown in juvie as kids.”
We laughed so hard my shoulders shook and I snorted.
“What’s the second reason for your call?”
“I need a quote from you for the article I’m getting ready to upload to my website.”
“Give me the title…”
“I’m calling it, ‘Sex, Fashion and Love: Jemma Couture’s Erotic Reinvention’.”
“Bueno.” I liked the sound of that.
“All I need for you to do is answer one question which is looming for my story and then I’ll leave you alone.”
Hesitating, I chewed on my lower lip for a second. “Okay…”
“What’s it like to have two men who care about you so much that they’d go to the extreme of booking a sexual safari?”
I paused for a second. I could either give the Brill, Inc. malarkey reply or the truth. I always spoke my mind, so I went with the latter. “Vive, the last few years may have been rocky for me and my latest collection was, as you so eloquently stated in your article, s-h-i-t, but today, right now…” Her nails struck a keyboard as I talked, making a loud clacking noise which was making it hard for me to focus, but I managed to continue. “I’m standing tall and feel like the luckiest woman in the world to have Luigi and Rocco at my side.”
“Honey, luck has nothing to do with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“The three of you are an unlikely trio. You’re what we call in New York ‘good people’. You deserve each other.”
“Grazie.”
“I hope you not only find romance on this trip, but love for yourself and for them again.”
My eyes stung with tears. Did everyone know my relationship was in need of repair? I guess Death Star Galactica had made that all apparent. I swallowed back a cry and muttered, “Grazie.”
“And thank you for accepting my apology,” she said.
I cleared my throat and joked, “I’m sure your therapist will be happy to hear that, too.”
“Hahaha. Indeed, he will.” She kept typing. “Have a great time. Text me pics, and let’s talk when you get to Moscow. I’d like an exclusive story on that leg of the trip. Something fun.”
“Arrivederci,” I offered and hung up.
I reached for the doorknob and held on to it for a second. I thought about my answer to Vive and my earlier prayer to God. I was the luckiest woman in the world, and I’d meant that. It’s about time I showed my boyfriend’s just how grateful I truly am. I’m blessed to have them in my life.
Part Three:
The Scars on My Back
“Naturally, I was curious, so I asked Rocco once what it was like to be in a poly relationship. He’d told me that when he, Jemma, and Luigi made love, he imagined they all three melted into each other as one. As if they were the only ones in the world who mattered. Rocco said something magnetic pulls them together and a sense of wonder happens. Desires are fulfilled. Needs are met, and afterwards, his soul doesn’t feel quite so empty. I’d remembered thinking when he’d told me that, how beautiful it must be for them and how fortunate they are to have found one another.” —Blake Morgan, Chelsea boy, Prada aficionado, and art collector of Miguel Santana paintings.
Chapter Seven
Baring it All
Jemma
Ready for action
Floor Four, Circus Bazaar
I came out of the bathroom, making my way over to the area the pixie had roped off for us to the sound of Birdie Easton’s music. It was a lounge-like room with black satin pillows tossed about. The sofa, long and rectangular, was placed in the center. Or was it a bed? I couldn’t tell.
A scent of vanilla bean came from the candles lit around the room. Rocco had been right, because the smell definitely soothed my nerves.
My lips curved into a smile.
Hanging from the ceiling on clear strings were tiny crystal prisms. The light show from the dance floor below reflected off them, scattering rays of bright purple and red against the three walls which gave us privacy. The refractions contrasted nicely against the dark shadows of the room, and it appeared as though we were in some far-off euphoric land. Not Germany. Not Europe. Just paradise.
Birdie’s song sped up with a pulsating beat, and the music rocketed through me. Every fiber of my body came alive as she sang…
“Unleash the beast inside.”
Feeling a bit more confident, I rolled my shoulders back and stood tall.
“Come to me,” a voice said in a demanding tone over the music. It sounded like Luigi.
“Be the devil’s mistress.”
Taking off my shoes, I hummed to the song’s verse. You had to hand it to Birdie, because her music was rather catchy.
“Let your body get lost with mine.”
The DJ echoed the last word so it played over and over again: “mine, mine, mine.”
With his broad back against the wall, sitting amongst all those pillows, thick legs spread east to west, nuts full and hanging was my amore, Luigi.
Unable to see his face, only his magnificent body, I could hear him grunting.
“Get my dick nice and wet for our woman,” he demanded and then released a moan. “Bueno. Suck. Just like that.”
His erotic sounds of approval and pleasure turned me on.
In bed, Luigi was usually the verbal one. Rocco always had something in his mouth—either our lover’s cock was down his throat or he was sucking the cream from my clit—so he never seemed to say much. Luigi did all the talking for him.
Funny, right?
Especially considering outside of the bedroom Luigi was normally quiet, almost conservative in how he spoke. But in bed, he came alive.
Total freaky-deaky.
As I walked over to them, Rocco’s expressive, lust-filled eyes gazed up at me. Ravenous. Lips wide, going down, slowly tugging at the shaft as he came up, followed by a lick on the tip. He kept sucking our lover’s dick as I approached.
Luigi’s left arm was slung over Rocco’s head while his right hand massaged the back of his neck.
He always liked it when we put a concerted effort on his dick.
What man didn’t?
Those two could go at it for hours, milking each other. As if watching two unicorns playing in the wild, it was the most amazing thing to witness.
“Come here,” Luigi instructed.
I stepped closer. With a wicked grin, his face came into focus.
Already on his knees, Rocco squatted beside me and stroked my leg. His very touch sent a prickle of excitement up my thigh.
“Take off her panties, bello.”
Before Rocco could pull them down, I looped my thumb and pointer finger under the thin elastic waistband. Arching my back, I held on to his shoulder to balance myself and started to remove the flesh-toned fabric.
“No.” He snapped his fingers. “Rocco will undress you.”
“And what are you going to do?” I asked playfully.
“I’ll watch.”
Grinning back at him, I put my hands behind my back as Rocco’s palm continued to caress my legs.
“Sorprendente. So amazing.�
� Slowly, Rocco pulled the panties to my ankles. He lifted one of my legs up over his shoulder then carefully, utterly focused and with intention, he butterfly-kissed the inner part of my thigh then licked at my pussy.
“Bello—”
“Let me do as I please,” he grunted between my legs, dragging his wet tongue over my hot flesh.
His kisses tickled me.
His licks excited me.
Causing me to spasm, I gripped onto his shoulders firmly as he inched closer between my legs.
Air caught in my throat.
“Breathe,” he instructed. “Just breathe.”
I closed my eyes, leaning in to him, allowing all of my life’s tenses to fade.
His tongue sunk between my folds.
Snarling as if something wild, he buried his face—nose, tongue and all—deep inside me. I fisted his curly black hair between my knuckles, trying to do as he told me. I cried out, “Eat my pussy, bello.”
He did.
“Yes. God. Now, tongue-fuck me.”
This was more intense than before. Earlier that night, Luigi had caught me so off-guard with that flick to my clit, I’d hit the ceiling. But this was slow, almost tantric, intimate, and from the looks on their faces they were going to drive me to new erotic heights of passion.
“Enough. Bring her to me!” Luigi shouted as if he sat on some royal throne. In a way, I guess he did.
Rocco got to his feet and with one fell swoop lifted me into his arms, causing me to feel a lightheaded rush.
“I can walk, ‘ya know.”
“Silenzio,” he shushed then lowered me onto Luigi’s lap.
I straddled him cowgirl style, taking his cock between my two hands.
Luigi’s arms came wide, pulling me into him. My breasts mashed against his chiseled chest. Like a rock, I always felt rather dainty when close to him. He pressed his lips up to mine. As we kissed, his hands, behind me, unfastened my bra then palmed my ass, buffing the skin. He always did that right before he—
Whack!
Spanked me.
Rocco squatted behind me and tossed my bra to the floor. A dusting of his chest hair prickled my skin as we touched, sending a ripple of excitement to my core.
“Since we’ve never gone bare before, I thought tonight we’d…” He stared at my breasts for a minute before saying, “make love. Get on my dick, dolce.”
On my knees, I spread my legs apart while Rocco reached for Luigi’s shaft and I leaned into him, taking him. A sense of fullness washed over me as a tingle started on the crown of my scalp. My breath hitched as I whispered in his ear, “Amore, you feel bueno.”
“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.” His chest rose up as he put both of his hands behind his head. “Let us savor this moment.”
“Fuck me, you fool,” I sassed.
He shook his head playfully from side to side and replied, “No.”
I pulled myself up and then back down, riding him for a minute. The wetness between us increased, and a slapping noise started as I squatted up then down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
He held on to my hips, pressing me firmly down on him.
“What are you doin’?” I asked, unable to move.
He prevented me from riding him.
“Just wait, dolce.”
“Show some control,” Rocco suggested. Behind me, he spread the apple of my ass cheeks apart.
I wiggled my bum. Back in the day, when we’d first started dating, I used to love anal. But you had to be in the mood for it and lately, I hadn’t.
He licked his fingers then began probing me, inserting one then two fingers in my ass.
“Tonight, dolce, we’re going to make love like never before.”
“Sì, with no condoms on my vajayjay, but let’s still use them on my bum.” The last thing I needed to get on this trip was an infection.
“That and something else.”
While Rocco caressed my backside, I leaned forward and kissed Luigi on the lips.
With him inside me, I could feel it getting thicker by the second.
“What?” I asked.
Slowly, Rocco withdrew his fingers before sheathing his cock in latex. Prodding himself at my backside, his breath quickened as he slid himself inside me. Shallow at first. Then deep. Deeper. Massaging the kinks out of my shoulders, he said, “Relax.”
“Promise me. Go slow. It’s been a while.” I tried to get comfortable with having them both inside me at the same time. Complete satisfaction.
Any second now…
I anticipated Rocco’s hips would start thrusting. Luigi’s dirty talk would ensue. Maybe one would pull my hair into a ponytail. Suck on my breasts. Something. Anything.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Luigi appeared confident and leaned his back against the wall, away from me.
With Rocco still planted firmly in my ass, he also said nothing.
“Ciao. Let’s get this sexual safari started!” I shouted.
“Beg,” Luigi instructed through tight lips.
“What?”
“You heard him.” Rocco repeated, “Beg.”
I laughed. “Since when have I ever begged for you two to fuck me?”
The question hung in the air like a storm cloud, growing darker by the second.
“Ohhh…I get it now.”
Luigi dipped his chin in my direction. “Do you want us, dolce?”
“Sì, very much.” I nodded.
“How do you want us?” Rocco muttered in my right ear.
I brought my body up a bit, clenching my cunt, watching him try to resist me.
He couldn’t. Not this pussy.
I should say something romantic and brilliant, but I didn’t have words to describe what I wanted.
“Speak,” he demanded.
“I want us to be one.” I pushed myself against his chest while I rode him down then back up again. A rush of, “Yes, oh, yes” riveted through me as my back curved up, taking more of Rocco’s girth.
“Not good enough.” His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me into him, keeping me still.
“Try again,” Rocco said simply in my other ear.
I whimpered. I wasn’t going to turn into some needy, clingy, begging thing. But I knew what they wanted from me.
To beg. To say I needed them. To demonstrate I couldn’t live without them. To show them they were my universe.
“Before I tell you what I want, let me remind you of a few things.”
He leaned forward and nipped at my left breast, first with his tongue then delicately he tugged with his teeth on my nipple.
A chill, which started out like ice and turned to fire, ran through me.
“Feels bueno?” he asked.
“Sì, don’t forget the other one.” I cupped my left breast and pointed it in his direction.
Just as he went to lick my skin, I pulled back and against Rocco instead, allowing him to massage my breasts in front of Luigi. I muttered, “Don’t play games with me, amore.”
“This isn’t a game, dolce.” He grabbed me, pulling me into him, and Rocco broke his embrace. Luigi sucked on my other breast. Talking dirty between tongue-lashings, he growled, “Don’t forget. You’ll do as we say.”
Squeezing my legs tight, I grinned, feeling the girth of him swell inside me.
“Rocco, I think putting Jemma on top was a bad idea.”
I frowned.
“Shall we stand?” Rocco asked.
Before I could argue, they both rose to their feet, holding on to me. Luigi was still planted firmly between my legs with Rocco in my rear.
They lowered my body down.
“Now you’re in our hands.”
“Sì, your little fuck toy,” I joked.
“No. Our future wife,” Luigi groaned. Unable to resist, his hips thrust against Rocco’s as they penetrated deeper inside me.
“That’s it, boys. Fuck me. Come on, now!” I cried out.
Rocco’s cock jetted in and out of my be
hind. So tight. So filling.
Oh. God. I held on for dear life.
“I love you, Jemma,” Luigi said huskily in my ear, facing me, drilling into me.
“I do, too,” I replied.
He thrust in deeper.
As my breath hitched, my body was like hot lava pouring down the side of an active volcano.
“I need to hear you say it,” he demanded.
Gazing up at him, I saw the need in his eyes. Not for sex, but love. “I love you, too, amore. I always have. Always will.” I leaned my body into his and pulled myself up by his shoulders. Turning my head away, I didn’t want him to see the happy tears. They were so unexpected.
Rocco could tell I was overwhelmed, and his pace had slowed down a bit. His butt-fucking wasn’t as fast as it was when we’d first started.
“I’m going to come,” Luigi said and bit onto my earlobe.
“Me, too,” I wailed.
“You better hang on.” Luigi groaned and jerked his pelvis forward, faster, harder.
The pleasure. The ecstasy.
“Oh. My. God.” My upper lip quivered as my toes curled.
“Sì. Fuuuck. Sì!” Erupting inside me, his hot seed packed firmly as I rode my wave of bliss.
He kept thrusting inside me, even after he’d come. Watching me. My joy. My love.
As the orgasm ended, I clenched my cunt muscles tight, milking every last drop.
Body glistening, pure muscle, Rocco pulled out from my behind and went to rest on the sofa, saying, “My turn.”
Luigi lowered me onto him.
“I thought you didn’t like me on top,” I said.
“You’re always on top with me,” he replied and pulled my wet body against his. His cock, thick and long, slid into me tightly.
I grinded on him for a bit, getting comfortable, rotating my hips clockwise.
His eyes, vivid brown, flashed back at me.
Just when I didn’t think I could take any more of him, that he was all the way inside me, he had to be, I slowly rotated my hips in the opposite direction—counterclockwise. Aroused like never before. “I’m so hungry for you, bello,” I murmured and started to ride him.
“So bueno. I love this.” His upward thrusts quickened in speed and shortened in depth. His face buried between my breasts, his tongue explored the rosy peaks of my flesh as they grew to pebble hardness.
