Triple Threat_An MFMM Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  “No worries, man. You can have as much fucking time as you need. I don’t mind at all.” Marco puts his right hand on the man’s left shoulder. “I’ll even waive the interest.”

  “That’s fucking great, Marco. I really appreciate it.” Carmine’s smile widens considerably.

  He puts his hand out to Marco so the men shake hands again. “Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this fucking means to my family and me.”

  I catch his eye so he knows I’m watching them talk.

  The two men walk back to me. I see Carmine’s eyes are a little teary, like he’s on the verge of breaking down.

  “It was so nice to meet you, Sofia,” he says to me again. He shakes my hand this time. “This guy is one of the good ones.”

  I smile at Marco.

  “Now, let’s talk turkey. Which one of theses babies can I take out today?” Marco says to Carmine before he turns back to me. “Carmine here will let me use one of his cars to take you for a spin around the course.”

  “Oh, that would be awesome.” I can feel my heart beat a little faster at the prospect of squeezing into the tight cabin and feeling my leg against Marco’s.

  “Just take the one you usually do,” Carmine says and slides back under his own racer.

  Marco grabs my hand and, before I know what’s happening, I’m about to glide into a Ferrari.

  “So, what’s up with that guy you were talking to back there? The conversation looked pretty fucking serious.” I pretend like I didn’t hear what was being said.

  “Oh, Carmine. He’s got some personal shit going on.” Marco tries to brush it off.

  “I thought you had this tough loan shark image to uphold, but that didn’t sound much like a tough loan shark to me.” I glance in his direction. It’s all about discretion.

  He laughs. “I’m trying to change my image. I’m not as bad as you think. I’m actually a pretty reasonable guy, and I don’t mind helping people when they need it.”

  “Wonders never cease then?” I try and keep my voice light.

  “In fact, Carmine’s wife has cancer, and he has to have money to pay for her treatments.” Marco drives the car around the racetrack, keeping his eyes in front of him. “I like to help people when I can.”

  I swallow, unable to say anything. I don’t even know what to say. Now I’m not sure what to think about Marco or either of his brothers.

  Maybe I misjudged them? Maybe they aren’t the kind of guys I thought they were?

  Marco peers over at me and grins. He takes one hand off the steering wheel, grabs my left hand, and guides it toward his cock. He puts his own between my legs.

  I think I like the direction this is taking.

  26

  Marco

  I knew a ride around the track would get her going, just like it does me. The powerful growl of the car, the motion of the turns.

  Feeling the grace of motion. Gliding against the speed and sliding into it. It’s just like fucking, in a way.

  Handling a fantastic car is not unlike handling a woman. I just never met one who could compare to the Ferrari.

  It’s a special thrill, showing her how well I handle the track. I know soon, I’ll be using my hands on her in much the same way. I can tell she’s excited, not just at the car and the speed, but how it’s putty in my hands.

  She glances over at me, eyes lighting up as she smiles in excitement.

  I’ve been dying to get this piece on my own. I know Antonio got in first, but that was just the luck of the draw. The longer the wait, the greater the prize, especially in this case.

  The anticipation has got me rock hard just thinking about her. The time to linger over these thoughts can only make the absolution sweeter.

  After a round or two, we pull back into the pit. It’s emptied out for the break, which is exactly what I’d planned. If the fellas do wander back in, I doubt they’ll disturb us.

  Hopefully, they all take an extra long one today. Should have shouted them drinks or something with a wink-wink at one of the guys, but most of them usually knows the score when I bring a foxy lady to the track.

  I put her hand on my cock and reach for her. I want to fuck her in the car. To me, she is like one of these cars.

  Beautiful and ballsy but poised and delicate at the same time.

  She’s freed my cock with one hand—god love her—and those long slim fingers. She’s so quick and so light. I bet she can pick locks with a bobby pin.

  I feel her getting wet around my fingers. I’m ready to throw myself on top of her over the gear shift when she brings over her other hand and slides across to me.

  My cock is standing high and hard. She takes a moment, just looking, and I get harder by the second. Nothing like a woman who loves the sight of a big hard cock.

  She teases me with her fingertips, grinning with real pleasure.

  I sink back in the comfy leather seat, opening my legs so my cock is completely on show. With one hand gripping the base tightly, she plunges her head down.

  I gasp with shock as she goes straight past my cock and feasts on my balls. There are chills running down my legs. The hand squeezing the shaft slithers up the length of my dick and starts teasing the head.

  She puts my balls into her mouth, one at a time, rolling them with her tongue against the inside of her cheek. She nips at them gently, putting pressure on them, squeezing them. She releases my package for a second and blows across my sack. I feel the skin pucker and shrink.

  I think I might scream. I’m panting so hard I feel like I could pass out.

  No fucking way. Not going to happen.

  She leans down again with a huge smile. It’s predatory somehow. I feel like I’m being devoured by a beast of prey.

  And I love it.

  One hand still teasing the head, she reaches down with her lips and laps at my balls, drawing each one into her mouth again. It’s taken some doing, but she’s maneuvered herself across the seats and is between my legs under the steering wheel. I didn’t even notice.

  Her warm, slippery lips move away from my balls. My poor cock is so hard it must be going purple.

  I can’t look. All I could do is sag in the seat, staring at the ceiling. I feel the hand on my cock move along the shaft and grip it hard.

  Gently, her lips and tongue tease the head. A noise I’ve never heard myself make before escapes my lips; it’s like a mix of a moan, a cry, and a fucking groan. She keeps teasing me, bringing the head into her mouth then back out again.

  One of her hands grabs my slick balls and starts playing with them. She starts taking my cock deeper into her mouth, beginning to thrust her head up and down.

  My hands find her hair, and I look down from the ceiling to stare at her, dark hair flying, dress as red as the fucking Ferrari, hands down pulling at my balls while her lips crawl up and down my cock.

  It’s so hot. She’s so fucking hot. I’d never felt like this before.

  This is insane. I honestly don’t think I’d ever met a woman who can fuck me with the same insatiable thirst I have.

  Watching now, I grip her head with both hands, running my fingers through the silky dark locks, scratching her skull lightly. I begin to rock my hips as she takes me deeper down her throat, then back to the head, and back down again.

  I can’t take it any more. Growling like a beast, I grab her head and thrash her up and down on my hard cock, feeling her open up and submit to the rhythm. Her hands are still teasing my balls, tugging and pinching, her tongue darts out and flicks the head every time I move her towards it.

  I’m rocking my hips hard from the deep comfy bucket seat and thrust deeply from my lower back as I push her head down. My cock is jerking and pumping, and I let go of her hair, watching her.

  She gobbles up my cock, sucking and licking, worshipping the end. She’s drained out every drop of cum, but she just keeps licking at it as if she can make more come out.

  Like she’s starving. Like she can’t stop.

  27


  Sofia

  I can’t stop sucking Marco’s cock. I lap the end of it, begging for more of his cum. The ride around the track got me so fucking hot.

  The car was awesome, the speed exciting. But watching Marco’s strong arms and long-fingered hands easily turning the wheel and casually inching up to 100 mph—just got me so wet.

  Something clicks, and I look up. Marco has pulled a lever on the side of the seat, moving it back and reclining it.

  “Get that hot ass up here,” he whispers urgently.

  I crawl up to him, grinning. Now that the seat is laying flat against the floor, there is enough room for me to crawl on top of him. I just had a wicked idea and the cramped space of the car will only make it better.

  As I wrap his waist with my legs, I lean up to give him a kiss. He makes it deep and long.

  “I want your pussy.” His voice is husky, like a growl.

  It’s a good thing I kicked off my heels and got rid of the panties before I moved over. My plan would be impossible if I hadn’t. I reach one leg down beside him and towards the door as far as it will go.

  Bracing that toe off the floor, I bring my other leg down, out the door then I lean forward and reach for the other seat, pulling myself up again, so I’m lying across him. Marco sees what I’m trying to do, and his laugh is pure pleasure.

  Using the seat, I spin myself around and grab his knees. Just as I do, I feel him grab my legs and drag me toward his mouth. His hands roughly push up my dress. I hear him moan as he begins to eat my wet pussy.

  His hands grab my ass, gripping and squeezing as his mouth works deep inside me.

  I start working his cock again. I’m not ready to let it go. He can have his meal while I finish my own.

  The change of angle gets me even more excited. I reach one hand around to touch his balls, and they are still slick and cool. I suck his cock hard into my mouth, but I can’t get it all the way in because Marco has hold of my hips.

  As I try to move to get his cock down my throat, he fights me, gripping my hips and dragging me back towards him. His hot tongue reaches out, teasing my clit and delving inside of me. He pulls me roughly toward him and plants his lips firmly over my ass sliding down to my pussy again.

  He starts sucking on my clit as he brings his hand down from my hips. He pushes two fingers into me, moaning as he eats away at the clit.

  I’m trying to reach his cock but he has one arm around my hips now, and he won’t let me move. I start to writhe as a third finger goes in, pushing gently at my slick edges, then thrusting harder as his lips and tongue slide around my clit.

  I keep playing with his balls, gently rolling and squeezing them. His cock is standing to attention, thickening with all the caresses I give it. I can only reach its the head, so I content myself by rolling it across my tongue and sucking it.

  He grabs my hips, coming up from my wet pussy.

  “Out,” his voice is breathy and rasping, “Get on the hood.”

  I crawl forward, carefully bringing my legs over Marco as I slip out. He jumps out behind me, cock high and straining. I move to the front of the car and he pushes me towards the bonnet, all rational thought gone from his mind.

  My pussy is so hot and throbbing I know I’m in the same state.

  I lean forward over the car, the engine under the hood still hot. The metal is hard and smooth but so warm on my tits and belly. I feel him grab my hips. He teases my entrance with the head of his cock, just a little.

  The sound he makes is like a man in pain. One hand goes to his cock to guide it in. The first thrust is so slow that I struggle against it.

  He gets a firm grip on each hip and draws it out, slowly.

  He’s watching his cock go in and out, and I can hear him whispering, “Yes, oh god, fuck yes.”

  He’s getting harder and thicker by the second. I can feel it as my lips stretch apart, and the length of his cock pushes deep in me.

  He starts ramming me hard, slapping me against the hot car—hot in a literal sense. Everything’s hot, and I can feel my pussy clenching.

  I’m dripping wet. I can feel it forcing itself around the edges of his cock. He slams me against the car with his hips. Keeping one hand firmly on one hip, he reaches up and grabs my shoulder, buckling me between his two hands like a doll.

  I bend, screaming, legs open as wide as they can to invite his rock-hard cock even further in.

  “Harder!” I scream gripping at the car, scrabbling for purchase as he fucks me. “Harder, oh god, fuck me, Marco!”

  Both of his hands grip me tighter as his thrusts come in faster and harder. I’m coming everywhere at once, crackling tingles running all down my spine and hands. As his cock swells and begins to pump, I come again—my pussy gripping his cock like it doesn’t want to let it go.

  He stays still, cock buried in me right to the end, gasping, waiting for his cock to stop jerking and filling me full of cum before he pulls out.

  He throws himself against the bonnet, exhausted. Then we look at each other, grinning like idiots. He takes my hand as we continue to look into each other’s eyes and kiss.

  I’m having the time of my life. Each one of these boys has so much to offer. I can’t choose between them.

  I don’t know which one I prefer. They are so unique in their own ways. Maybe, this has been my problem all along.

  I need more than one man to satisfy me.

  They’re not bad men. I’m quite sure of this.

  I feel a cold tightness in my belly as I realize there is no way I can complete my mission.

  28

  Franco

  I’m sitting at one of the best tables in one of my favorite fucking restaurants. I booked this for me and for Sofia, and now I’m waiting around with my cock in my hand for them to finish fucking around at the track.

  I was wondering where she got to earlier today and tried to chase it up, until I finally got a text from Marco late this afternoon. I told him to meet me here. I wanted to tell him to drop the woman off here and go fuck himself.

  But that wouldn’t have gone over well.

  First, Antonio makes off with her, then Marco. Normally, I wouldn’t care. We share chicks.

  I’m sure if either of them guesses my feelings, they won’t understand.

  Maybe they do. That might be why they moved so fucking fast. This one is not like the other chicks.

  Finally, I see them. Marco chats with the fellow at the door, and they move toward me. Sofia grins at me and gives me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. She’s wrapped in a leather coat, and her hair is a mess.

  She pulls away, raking me over with those bright eyes. “I just want to freshen up,” she says and moves off quickly to the restrooms.

  I can smell it. It was all over her.

  They fucked. In his fucking car.

  The goddamn Ferrari trick again.

  What have I got? Money. I suppose I could take her gambling and partying, why not?

  It’s not the same as being a daredevil or a soulful painter, though.

  We sit down and discuss business. The man still has to work no matter what nice piece of ass comes along.

  I’m jealous. I know I’m getting angry, but I can’t help it.

  That first night, we just wanted to do our usual thing. Half the chicks we bring into it can’t cope with the three of us.

  I did not expect her to surprise me. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I wanted time to savor her skin, to really look at her, to turn her every which way and fuck her pussy from every direction.

  I wanted to see those tits bouncing as I pound her. I wanted to hear her voice gasping for me!

  “So, how was your day with Sofia?” I finally ask, almost cutting Marco off as he explains a new business proposal.

  She’s on both our minds. We might as well just give in and talk about her.

  Marco grins, so fucking self-assured.

  Oh, yeah, he nailed her good. In the car? On it?

  Probably bot
h.

  “She really enjoyed the track.” Marco takes a sip from his drink, nodding at the waiter as he passes by.

  I’m on my third but, fuck it, why not have another?

  “I didn’t even get a chance to see her today.”

  Marco ignores my comment, which makes me sound all of five fucking years old and reaches for a bread stick. “Fuck! I’m hungry. Let’s order some food.”

  “I had planned on surprising her.” I take a hard gulp of my drink.

  Marco doesn’t even hear me. He’s getting lost in his menu.

  I see a flicker of red out of the corner of my eye, and I’m drawn towards it. It’s Sofia.

  Time slows down. She’d taken off the big black coat and brushed her hair back into a stylish dark clip. It makes an elegant knot at her neck with a few dark tendrils framing the delicate bones of her face.

  The dress is nothing but a tight red sheath. Short, strapless, it hugs her generous curves and slender waist.

  Her gorgeous long legs are highlighted by the black stockings and sexy, shiny, black heels. As she turns to one of the staff nearby handing over her jacket, I see the long dark seams along the back of each leg.

  As she walks towards me, I see little strips of pale skin winking at me from between the tops of the stockings and the edge of the dress.

  She sits down and smiles at me. Her grip on my hand is warm, and the smile is so bright I can feel it in my chest. I completely forget my brother’s existence at this point.

  I squeeze her hand. “how was your day?”

  “Thrilling!” She laughs easily. “Antonio has some taste in art. And I’ve never ridden in a race car before. I wonder what we’ll get up to next!”

  She rubs my arm, leaning in.

  “I had this planned as a surprise.” I gesture at the table set with its delicate arrangement of white roses. “It’s the best restaurant in town. I really wanted to share it with you.”