Making Her Mine
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“I’m coming!” I scream as I let out my cum but Leo still continues to thrust.
“I’m cumming too…fuck!” Thomas replies following his cum shooting inside my pussy directly inside my womb.
“Not yet!” Leo thrusts his hips as hard and fast as he can.
“Give me your cum, Leo. I need it!” I scream on top of my lungs as I squeal a bit.
“Fuck! Here I come!”
I feel warm liquids shooting inside my asshole as Leo grunts and breathe heavily trying to release all of his cum.
“Fuck!” Leo smacks my ass as I smirk at him.
I collapse beside Thomas and Leo as we all sit down on the white and soft bed. We are all breathing heavily and looking all exhausted from the satisfying sex we have. I raise my arms above my head as I lay flat down on the mattress.
“Feeling comfortable?” Thomas asks me since he catches me smiling like an idiot.
“Yes, very.” I roll to my side lifting my arms above my head.
He crosses his ankles and places his arms on the back of his neck which makes him look like very comfortable on that position.
“Feeling comfortable?” I repeat Thomas’ words but this time I say it to Leo.
He moves his head to my direction and smirks.
“Yeah.”
“So, what do you think about the yacht Addie?” Thomas finally announces.
“I love it. It’s the best! Everything is perfect especially I get the chance to celebrate the success of my career with you two.” I flash a big smile as I lift my arms up on the thin air like a cheerleader.
“I’m glad the young lady likes it.” Thomas chuckles.
Addie
“Ten…Eleven…Twelve. Yup! Looks like I’m done for now!”
I clap to myself as I finish packing and sorting the various paintings that will be showcased at Thomas’ gallery in a few days. To be honest, I still can’t believe my luck. Just over a month ago, I had my first opening in a small Manhattan gallery and now I’m about to open a show in Florence! Of all places. Florence!
I can’t help but think to myself how incredibly surreal this all is. Here I am, in Italy, with a fully-booked show in the renowned art city in the world, accompanied by two of the most handsome men in existence. The chances of all this happening is probably one in a billion or trillion!
My mind wanders to the sight of those two wonderful and handsome men who had given me this extraordinary opportunity. If it isn’t for Leo and Thomas, I doubt I would have the same success I am experiencing now.
I gaze out of the window to see the garden outside my room. The grass is green and the flowers are in full bloom. I imagine Leo and Thomas walking through, their skin colour a perfect contrast to the garden’s beauty. They are beautiful creatures — perfect in every way.
The black limo lines up in the driveway to collect its passengers. Soon, I’ll be out of this lovely villa and back to Florence. It’s not that I don’t want to leave — I just know I will miss this place very much…this place holds so many fun memories.
Knock, knock.
I open the door and let the butler and his companions take the fragile pieces of canvas out and down to the car. This is it, the start of a whole new chapter in my life. My heart pounds as the reality of it all sink in.
I’m going to be a renowned artist after all of this. Oh, my God—
A smile creeps across my face before I let out a squeal. A wave of excitement washes over me like a strange heat enveloping my entire body, flushing my face with a rosy tint. With all my excitement, I don’t even notice the warm thick arms suddenly around my own.
“You seem very happy…” The voice sounds as smooth as chocolate in my ear.
By now, I’ve grown so familiar with their voices that I don’t need to look at them to know exactly who he is and what he looks like.
I pull his arms closer to me and smile. “I am, Thomas! I can’t contain my excitement. I feel like I’m going to burst at any moment!”
I throw my arms up in the air as he starts to laugh. Our eyes lock on each other as my arms settle upon his strong shoulders. “You make me so happy Thomas…”
Those soft lips gently press themselves against the skin of my forehead, as if silently responding to my words. His arms pull me closer towards his body. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he leans to give me a big bear hug.
“Ehem! We need to get going!” Leo shouts from the door as he hauls his massive luggage. I don’t even understand why he finds it necessary to bring so much stuff!
We leave the beautiful house three hours before noon. When we get to Florence, I’m sure these two would be hungry. Come to think of it, I’ll probably be hungry too.
The landscape across the Italian countryside is marvelous. No wonder the famous Italian painters were so prolific — who wouldn’t if you were surrounded by all of this gorgeous nature!
The slow drive back to Florence brings my thoughts back to my paintings. Somehow, it seems as if there is something missing from the collection. While I am content with the output I have so far, there’s a need for another — for a masterpiece!
Riiiiiiiiiiing!
The sound of a phone ringing cut my train of thought.
Thomas whips out his phone from his pocket before smiling at me, moving further down the limo seats. Leo seems not to mind this at all, which isn’t surprising, to be honest.
It’s wrong, I know, but I lean my head towards Thomas’ direction. Curiosity hits, you know? I listen intently, deciphering the words from his faint voice.
“Yes, my lovely wife would love that.”
Hold on — Lovely what?!
My brows suddenly arch, forehead wrinkling at the choice of words. Is Thomas married? If not, then why is he saying his “wife” will like whatever it is he’s talking about?
“Hey, are you okay?” Leo’s hands shake my arms as he asks. His beautiful brown eyes look at me with utmost concern.
Maybe I’m over thinking…
I give him a small smile and a nod. “Y-Yeah! I’m just tired, I guess.” Slowly, I shift and lean on his chest, laying my head on top of his muscular pecs.
Leo chuckles lowly and strokes my head like a kitten. “Well, let daddy relax you then!” Soon, his hand slides down my neck and onto my shoulder. A few deep presses on the right areas and I’m partially moaning in pain and pleasure.
“Oh God, that’s so good…That makes me feel so much better.” I mutter to him as he keeps on massaging my shoulders, back, nape, and temples.
“So, how are the pieces going?” He whispers in my ear before nibbling it. I groan and squirm against him, all thoughts of Thomas’ words suddenly out of the train.
“Honestly?” I start before running my fingers through his thick hair. “They’re doing well. You saw how excited I was earlier! Now that we’re getting so close, I feel really giddy inside. I just feel something is missing though.”
“What do you mean?” He strokes down from my forehead to my temples and circles back.
I straddle his lap and stare at him.
“I don’t know. I think…I want to make one more.”
Addie
I think it has been an hour since I was staring at my blank easel, waiting for my brain to hatch an idea. My paint brush sits there on my table, waiting to be loaded once again with paint and be stroked on the white slate. I stare at my oil paint that has not been touched since I created an artwork in the old suite.
Sitting here in front of the balcony in Florence makes me feel inspired to paint—with the city’s great view, the sun perfectly rising above the wonderful and bright sky and the feeling of the afternoon breeze blowing on my skin, should be enough for me to think of a subject to work on. It has been a great vacation really. The guys helped me a lot which makes my heart flutter with joy.
Leo and Thomas had been great at suggesting what to paint that they even agreed to strip naked for my artwork. Their body is an art itself, I only share what I see for the worl
d to appreciate and love.
Love.
This word keeps on repeating inside my head and is stuck in a never-ending loop. How do I define love? I know that it has to be felt instead of defining it.
I know I love my art, my family, friends, as well as Leo and Thomas. Both of them keep on inspiring me to do things I want in life. I have been loved wholeheartedly by those two, but why do I keep on thinking about love? Do I show enough love in my artworks or should I try harder?
I tilt my head up and gaze at the bright sky and I suddenly have a flashback of the good times I spent with Leo and Thomas that was once naked inside my room. I realize that they are both rough when it comes to sex but, that’s what makes me crave more of them.
I also remember being on the yacht with them which was a combination of rough and sensual at the same time. I can never forget the feeling when I spend time with them touching each other’s skin and experiencing infinite orgasms together.
This is a perfect day to paint something and yet I still am not inspired enough to start. I’m not slacking, in fact, I am trying my best to think of different ideas to make. It is possible that I’m suffering from creative rut which I think is ridiculous, but I’m experiencing it now first-hand.
My head is spinning a bit from my disorganized thoughts and I think I need some coffee to help me to think of a subject to paint for my artwork before I go back to Manhattan.
I put on my white fluffy slippers and as I go down the stairs, I spot Leo and Thomas talking to each other in another room but their voices are not too loud. They are drinking tequila and their faces look so serious and also flushed from the alcohol they have been drinking which I actually have never seen those expressions painted of their face before.
I peek on the small opening since the door is not properly closed, trying my best to push it back a bit without making a sound.
Hmmm, what could they be actually talking about?
“Are you sure it’s better that she doesn’t know?”
Who the fuck is Thomas pertaining to? “Wait, who are we talking about?” Leo furrows his eyebrows out of confusion.
Right Leo, It’s confusing me too.
“You know who…the one I love?”
“Oh, your lovely wife?” Leo chuckles first then Thomas follows.
Wait, what? Thomas has a wife? It means he’s married all along and Leo knows?
“Of course, but I’m not sure how she will react to this.” Leo responds to him while pouring another shot of tequila on Thomas’ glass.
“I don’t know man, but maybe you’re right. It’s about time that I should tell her the truth.” Thomas says to Leo as he drinks a shot of alcohol.
It takes forever for me to process what I am just hearing. All I think about is no. Oh my god, this is not possible. This can’t be true. I can’t believe I had sex with a married man, which makes me feel disgusted and makes me pity myself. I feel my knees getting weak and my heart is racing that it can instantly place first in Formula One.
They think this is all a game to me? I’m not a toy that they will only play when they’re bored. How could they treat me like a fool when all I do is to be good to them? I hate both of them. How could they not tell me this in the first place?
I hate them so much.
I fall down on my knees, as I feel defeated at that moment. My eyes starts to water up but I do my best not to cry because they will definitely hear my sobs.
I am trying to compose myself but failing to keep still, and my hand accidentally gently hit on the door, letting it creak as it slightly opens. I run as fast as I can, heading towards my bedroom. I twist the doorknob and slam the door shut.
I’m not sure if they are aware that I have been eavesdropping but I don’t care. I immediately jump on my soft bed and grabs on a pillow to hug, letting my tears fall down my cheeks, making me look like a child losing in the game of tag. I feel like I will lose my sanity with what I just heard coming from the both of them.
I feel like I’m dying inside, my heart is still racing and my palms are sweating from all this mess.
I can hear glasses clink together and their laughter next to my room. How can they still laugh when I’m here, hurting? Why is this happening to me?
Leo
Laughter fills the room as Thomas and I are enjoying the evening by drinking shots of tequila and having a good conversation about his lovely wife when I suddenly hear the door creaking like someone is trying to listen in. My heart is racing, thinking that it is Addie, hearing our private conversation by accident or maybe she’s eavesdropping which is a natural tendency for a girl can do, I think.
I put down my wine glass and heads towards the door and peek my head in, looking left and right but there’s no one else there.
Hmm, speaking of Addie, what could she be possibly doing now? Could she be pleasuring herself inside her room? Nah, I think I’m just overthinking.
I shake my head out of that dirty thought because that will be ridiculous doing at this time. She could be painting again or just outside the balcony, breathing some fresh air.
“What is it?” Thomas looks at me with concerning expression.
“Didn’t you hear the door creaking?” I raise my eyebrow.
“No. It must be the stupid wind.”
“Or a ghost!” I raise both of my arms in the air, clawing my fingers imitating a zombie.
“Stop that, you fucking idiot.”
I don’t know why but I suddenly burst out laughing from Thomas’ way of cursing and I’m not sure if it’s the tequila kicking in my system or just his odd accent.
“No, you’re the idiot.” I answer him trying to sound like an obnoxious guy I am. We must have sound like children laughing like crazy about nothing.
“I might as well go check out Addie.”
Thomas might have not hear me as he is busy pouring another round of tequila on his shot glass. I open the door and walk towards Addie’s room since I’m guessing she is there but I don’t know if she’s still awake or not. I’ll try my luck then.
I ball my fist and knock on the door three times.
“Addie? Are you still awake?” I yell on top of my lungs making Addie hear me from the other side of the door.
No response.
I knock once more and this time, I’m banging on the door which I believe it is rude and inappropriate especially doing that in a girl’s room. Can’t really control much of myself now, six tequila shots in.
“Addie, I know you should not be disturbed but can I come in and talk to you for a second?”
Still no response. Is she here?
“Okay, you’re asking for it, I’m gonna barge in.” I take a few steps back, giving myself a momentum to kick the door open since I’m already getting anxious.
“Go away, I’m busy.” An angelic voice yells at me behind the door.
Finally. She responds, but why could she be busy?
It’s surprising that she is pushing me away; it’s quite rare that she declines me, especially during this time of the night even if she’s busy with something. She usually wants me or even Thomas to be with her because she feels lonely without people around.
“Addie, please open up, I want to disturb you.” I chuckle.
I know there’s nothing funny about that but I can’t stop myself from being giddy from alcohol. I’m hearing footsteps approaching the door.
She’s gonna open it.
The door opens but Addie is not there to hug or even smile at me. My hand grips on the doorknob as I push the door open. I find Addie sitting on the other side of the bed, wrapped in a blanket and is facing his back towards me.
I take my slippers off and crawl on her bed slowly and smirking like crazy.
“Hey, wha—” My laughter suddenly turns into something serious when I see her.
Addie is perfect, but I’m feeling weirded out seeing her hair is tied up but it’s almost falling down on her face, her nose is very red like a tomato that she’s sniffing heavily
, her eyes are all bulging and tears are escaping from it.
Shit. I hope it’s not my fault. Did I do something wrong?
“Oh Addie, what’s wrong? Were you just crying?” I immediately wrap my arms around her shoulder and rub her back.
“Nothing.” She sniffs again and runs her fingers under her nose to wipe it.
“Are you sure? You’re crying like crazy. Is there something wrong?”
I hope I’m not causing this because if I do, I will shoot myself in the head.
“Talk to me.”
I’m staring her right in front of her face, and the response I’m getting is bothering me. I have not seen her cry so much like this; my heart is breaking seeing this moment.
She turns to face me with her frowning look so much that it makes me feel guilty even though I have no fucking clue what’s making her sad.
Oh I remember now.
This must be because she’s feeling all nervous about the opening of her new art gallery. Although Thomas can help her right now, since he opens art shows for a living, I should man up and comfort Addie as much as I can.
Or maybe she really did heard Thomas and me talking about something, but I don’t see anything wrong with our subject.
“Please tell me what’s wrong. It’s breaking my heart when you give me the silent treatment like that.”
I run my thumb on her cheeks as tears continuously fall down her cheek but she’s not saying anything, she is just sobbing.
Suddenly, she manages to get up on bed, grabs my arm to stand up.
“Please leave me alone tonight Leo. I just can’t talk right now.” She says in between sobs.
I place my hands on her arms and kiss her lips. I think I should really give her more privacy to be honest. If it’s some alone time she wants, I’m all for it. Honestly, I don’t think I can help her tonight.
I finally let go of her arm, “Alright, if you need anything, just knock on the other room.”
“Just…go.” Her voice almost cracks when she says the word go.