Triple Threat_An MFMM Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  I know better than to say this. And so, I just wait for what happens next.

  20

  Antonio

  This is definitely my fucking lucky day. Heck, I’d have done anything to make sure I get to spend most of the day with this exquisite jewel we picked up off the pavement yesterday.

  The universe was looking after me. Now that she’s sitting here with me in the limo, I thank my lucky stars. I’m not really superstitious, but I can’t help wondering if we met her for a reason.

  “So, where do you want to go this morning?”

  She looks at me all wide-eyed, a bit like a deer caught by headlights. She seems to think about her answer. Whenever I’ve asked a chick this before, the name of a shopping mall spills faster than a waterfall.

  Not Sofia. But I guess Sofia is like no other woman I’ve met before.

  She’s more exquisite than a diamond.

  “I’m not sure,” she says with a smile.

  Her smile is infectious, and I return it.

  “Shall I just take charge?”

  Almost relieved, she leans back into the leather seat and nods.

  “I could get used to this,” she says, and I watch her hand pat the seat beside her.

  It would be too obvious to ask where she’s from and why she’s looking for a job, so I try and think of something a bit more different.

  “You like art?”

  She shrugs. “Haven’t really thought about it,” she says and furrows her brow. “What type of art?”

  “You know, paintings. Any art, really.”

  As she folds her legs, right over the left, her skirt rides up. Now, she taps her foot to some unheard beat.

  “I guess? You like it?”

  I nod.

  Maybe I don’t want to find out about her past.

  Sometimes the past is highly overrated. In my case, people totally judge us on our past. Because we come from a long line of questionable business practices, we’re thrown into the same boat.

  Our efforts of going honest and straight go totally unnoticed.

  I sigh.

  “I love art.” I smile an almost apologetic smile. “You’ll have to promise me you’ll stop me when I start boring you.”

  “Wow, sounds serious,” she observes. “Before I let you loose on the topic of art, I need to recharge my mobile. Any ideas?”

  She holds up the dead device.

  Mobile phones are great, but they can be such a pain as well. Sometimes they take over and own us. There are days I wish I could just throw mine in the bin.

  “There’s a little cafeteria not far from here. They have charging stations. We can go there after some shopping.”

  I look at her to gauge her reaction. Some people can’t stand to be without a phone.

  “I hope it’s not as if you’re in desperate need of being contactable. I mean if my brothers want you, they know how to contact me.”

  There’s a slightest change in her eyes, but it’s so brief I wonder if I’ve imagined it.

  She shrugs. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  The limo stops, and I help her out of the car. I make sure I put my hand on her ass to steady her—but really, it’s just any excuse for me to touch that most gorgeous part of her body.

  We’ve stopped outside a large white building. The Italian colors are on one side of the entrance, and in black letters above the door are the words ‘The Italian.’

  There really is no other shop for us. Whatever we need, we buy it here.

  A slim young man in a black suit and white gloves holds the door open.

  Marble floors and soft classical music greets me.

  I watch her expression.

  I can’t tell for sure, but it looks like she’s impressed. Her eyes are out on stalks, and she half pivots on the spot. I bet she’s never been to a place like this.

  Silently, I high five myself.

  “Impressed?”

  She nods. “I normally just go to a local department store,” she mumbles, and I link arms with her.

  “Well, about time you embarked on a whole new shopping experience.”

  I pull her toward me and kiss her lightly on the cheek.

  “Can we help you today?”

  An efficient senior-looking gentlemen with a strong Italian accent approaches us. I hold out my hand, and instead of shaking it, he embraces me.

  “Buongiorno, amico mio!”

  His greeting is followed by a handshake, a kiss to the cheek, and much talk in Italian.

  Eventually, I turn to Sofia.

  “Luca, meet Sofia,” I say.

  I watch the older man size her up, and I know he’s already picking outfits for my Sofia.

  Okay, so she’s not just mine.

  “A real jewel, she’s a real jewel, Antonio,” Luca mumbles.

  Sofia turns a slight shade of pink.

  “You go up to level three, and I’ll have some things send up to you.”

  “Let’s go, babe.” I usher her toward the elevator, knowing Luca will make sure we’ve got everything we want available to us.

  “How about you try the red one?” I hold out a gorgeous red dress for her.

  She shrugs. “Sure.”

  By now, we’ve got several piles. There’s the pile we’re going to buy, the maybe pile, and the-no-fucking-way pile.

  Luca knows his stuff, and he has made sure we only have the finest of the fine. Sofia seems to be enjoying the entire experience, and I love looking at her in all the different outfits. I’ve tried to make sure not to force her to choose something she doesn’t like.

  But I get the impression she’s more reluctant to spend the money than anything else.

  “Wow!” I clap my hands. “That’s the one. You must get this one.”

  She twirls in front of me, and my eyes are glued to her curves and her porcelain swan neck. Fucking gorgeous. As she’s about to leave again, I stop her.

  “Leave it on, Sofia. I just love it on you.”

  “Anything for the man with the credit card,” she says and blows me a kiss.

  The driver gets her parcels, and we head to the cafeteria so Sofia can recharge her phone. At the same time, we can recharge our own batteries with food and coffee.

  When we finish, I turn to her. “Still keen to visit the gallery?”

  She nods. “Why not? Let’s learn about art today.”

  I put my arm around her and bring my mouth down on top of hers. The kiss starts slow and soft but soon develops into something much more. I debate about giving the gallery a miss.

  21

  Sofia

  I finally get my phone charged, but I can’t really get a good look at it. From the quick glance I got, there seems to be a ton of messages and missed calls from the Senator, and I’m more than a little pissed.

  It’s unprofessional. He knows better than to contact me when I’m in deep cover. It can blow the game on many levels.

  The case may have changed, or he may have urgent information to tell me, but now is not the time. I have only just started gathering intel on these guys.

  I can handle myself no matter how this goes down.

  I try to ignore the phone and focus on Antonio. This is, after all, my job.

  For today, it’s also quite a nice one.

  Antonio is introspective compared to the others. I appreciate the care with which he has brought me new clothes. Most men who buy women clothes only want to dress them as eye candy.

  Antonio has paid attention to what I might like rather than telling me what he wanted me to wear, except for the red number I have on right now. He’s done nothing but show consideration for me all morning. It’s strange—he doesn’t act like a bad guy.

  I’m still not getting those nasty vibes I would usually feel from a target.

  I have to remind myself to stay on task. It’s difficult.

  We have an actual conversation about the artwork as we stroll through the gallery. This guy knows his stuff. Not just artists and their wor
ks but an understanding of how the works are composed.

  “I want to show you a special painting,” he says, his eyes lighting up with a boyish excitement.

  It’s so genuine I can’t help but get caught up in it. I nod, giggling as he pulls me down a dark hallway. I expect my instincts to kick in, but they don’t.

  I feel perfectly safe. I have to be careful.

  This could get me killed.

  We come through into a small softly lit room.

  One painting is displayed in the gentle light. It’s exquisite—careful brush strokes in acrylic sweep over the lines of form. A faceless couple, wound together, joined in sex with their heads curled over the others bodies.

  It’s sad in a way, somehow haunting but passionate.

  Antonio faces me and gently puts his hands on my shoulders. Just the touch of his fingers starts an ache deep inside me. As he draws me close, I lean into him body and soul, mouth opening wide as his tongue slips through my lips.

  I tease him back, playing with his top lip and pressing against him. He runs his hands down my arms and starts grabbing my hips and ass.

  I step back as he leans on me, and we come up against the wall.

  It’s cold, and I’m way too hot. Antonio rubs his hand over my tits, and the nipples instantly stiffen from the pressure, an arousal that I can feel in my clit. He goes down on his knees, pulling my underwear off as he presses he head up between my legs.

  He mouths my clit gently, then harder.

  He takes his time, and I start writhing on the wall, grabbing his hair. He moves lower and his lips against my wet pussy feel so hot and hungry I start to come, grabbing his head and throwing one leg over his shoulder. For a few moments, I can’t think.

  I’m aware of the cold of the wall and silence.

  I look down and see Antonio grinning, between my legs.

  “You like that, don’t you sweetheart?”

  He grins and rubs my clit with his fingers.

  “You’re good at it.” I smile back at him. “I can’t possibly turn away a hungry man.”

  He laughs. “Good women like you are so hard to find.”

  He strokes my leg as he gets up, bringing it up to his hip.

  It’s not difficult to keep my balance on one leg with my back against the wall. He moves his hips in, bending my leg around him. He presses against me.

  “You…You’ll get a suspicious stain on your pants…”

  I can barely breathe let alone speak. He laughs.

  “You’re right.”

  He undoes his belt and unzips the fly. “Smart as well as beautiful.”

  He frees his cock but doesn’t take the pants off.

  He teases me with it, leaning in to let it stroke me as he thrusts with his hips. I wriggle, trying to make the connection, and he laughs. He reaches up to touch my face.

  “So beautiful and so hot,” he sighs, and kisses me, softly, then deeper.

  Each kiss is wetter and longer, and I struggle against his weight pressing me into the wall, trying to get his cock in me. With his tongue teasing my own and lips caressing mine, he raises my leg slightly, angles his hips, and finally slides in.

  I’m so wet by now there’s little resistance.

  He’s big, so I can feel every inch of his twelve or so inches. He runs his hands down my arms and grasps my hands as he looks into my eyes. The longer he looks, the harder my muscles clench against him.

  It’s an ache that’s almost becoming painful. He doesn’t thrust, doesn’t move, just stares at me, holding my hands. I start to thrash, as much as he will let me.

  As I try to force motion against him and the wall, he leans forward and kisses me softly, and his cock seems to get even harder. I moan, feeling his hands gripping mine.

  I close my eyes and turn my head, and he buries his face in my neck, licking, kissing and sucking along the tender skin under my ear and down my throat.

  He growls a little, and I feel his hips finally move. Pressing my hands above my head with his own, he thrusts hard and deep, slamming me against the wall again and again.

  I’m pinned by his hands and hips against the cold hard stone. My ass is slapping against the wall as I try to get my legs open wider, trying to balance on one leg in between thrusts.

  As his massive cock rams in and out, I feel it. My clit is so hot and swollen, and my pussy is so wet the tremors start. I feel the hard clenching of my inner muscles all the way along his shaft and up inside of me.

  I let out a few gasps, trying not to scream.

  He feels my orgasm and presses my hands roughly against the wall as he pushes hard and fast. I groan as his cock finally jerks and shoots hot cum inside me. I’m so aroused, my muscles keep clenching as we collapse against the wall, hot and sweaty.

  We look into each other’s eyes. He lets go of my hands and touches my face, kissing me so softly and sweetly. I feel myself getting wet all over again.

  A noise has us turn our heads in unison.

  22

  Antonio

  My heart skips a bit, but there’s no one there.

  Sighing in relief, I straighten my clothes as my eyes linger over Sofia. She has an amazing touch of class and composure. She smiles as she pulls her clothes back together, eyes glittering, bright and warm.

  She had seemed so cold at first, saying little and just drinking us in with her big dark eyes. Today, she laughed and smiled, and there’s a tender look in her eyes as she takes my hand and leans into me.

  I really wanted to show her this painting. I knew we would be on the same wavelength, and I knew it would make her as horny as it made me.

  We wander back into the main exhibits and walk the halls. She knows very little about art and its history, but to my absolute delight, she picks out paintings I like, and we discuss them.

  I am in awe of her. I never thought I would find someone to discuss my favorite paintings with, let alone someone beautiful and classy, and someone who can fuck like a porn queen.

  We enter a gallery room that’s a little quieter than the others, and she strokes my palm with her thumb as we walk along. She looks deep into the bright brush strokes, and I feel her slipping away, mind wandering off into private thoughts.

  Who is she? What secrets haunt her mind?

  I don’t care. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s only been minutes since our last fuck, and I’m getting hard all over again.

  I grab her shoulders and turn her to me, kissing her, feeding my tongue slowly into her mouth. My arms go around her, and I crush her to my chest, forcing my head onto hers, pressing our lips together even harder.

  She pushes back, coming up on her toes to meet me, devouring me. I moan into her as I pull her toward me, grinding my hips against her. At the same time I reach around and grab her ass.

  “You need more,” she whispers against my lips, her hands coming up to stroke my face and hair.

  She draws her nails across my scalp and sends shivers down my spine. I bring one hand up to stroke her tits, feeling the nipples start to poke out. I kiss her neck, keeping one hand on her ass.

  From her nipples, I move lower, until I reach under her skirt and feel her wet pussy.

  At the same time, her hands move to my shoulders and slides down my arms. She pulls back and grins at me, beginning to sink to her knees. I look over at the two entrances to the room, both on opposite walls, and I realize anyone could just walk in.

  This knowledge adds to the excitement.

  I’m so hard my pants are becoming tight as my cock struggles to be free. Sofia undoes the belt, smiling up at me. I stand still, looking into her face as she takes care of the button and zipper.

  With a final grin, she grabs my ass cheeks in both hands and the look—Oh god, the look of hunger on her face!

  Her mouth opens, her eyes close, and she lunges at me like a lioness, swallowing my huge hard cock in one wet mouthful. I feel her tongue on my shaft as she draws me out then back down again, ever so slowly.

 
She controls the motion. Her hands on my ass squeeze and knead and again I think of big cats, pawing, prodding, sinking in their claws.

  I’m nothing but prey. I’m being eaten alive.

  I don’t ever want it to stop. I’m so tempted to grab her hair, but she knows what she’s doing. I have never seen a woman savor a dick so much.

  She wraps one hand along the thick hard shaft, lapping at the head, sliding it in and out around her lips while one hand strokes the shaft firmly and fast. She puts both hands on my ass again, squeezes my cheeks as she deep throats the whole thing again.

  Her hands press on my cheeks, and her mouth hungrily gulps at my cock. There’s so much pressure I can’t help but start to rock. I look up, sighing, and remember where we are.

  A small chuckle escapes me as I hear voices nearby, and my nerves get a jolt, but it only makes me harder.

  Sofia moves back to the head, flicking her tongue around it, taking her time as my poor cock gets harder and harder. She’s so slow, so deliberate, drawing the pleasure out as much as she can. With a moan of pure ecstasy, she gobbles it down again, her mouth flush against me, cock all the way down her throat.

  I put one hand on the back of her head, thrusting into her as hard as I can.

  She takes one hand off my ass and reaches under her chin to grab my balls. I stiffen up, both spine and cock, moaning now. I don’t give a fuck who hears.

  She rolls my balls between her soft fingers, pressing them lightly and teasing them. Goosebumps run from her fingers, up my spine, across my scalp and down my arms. I pump her head on my cock, feeling it coming and holding her firmly as my cock jerks, and I pour cum down her throat.

  I hold her still for a few seconds, just gasping at the force of the orgasm. I release her, shaking, backing up against the wall. She gives me the coyest grin I’ve ever seen as she gets up.

  She wipes her mouth and does up my pants for me while I shake like a leaf. She’s looking into my eyes, stroking my face.

  There’s a noise at the door, and an elderly couple walk in with a member of staff. I feel a hot shock go through me.