by Julia Sykes
He continued to gently scrub my skin, making his way down my chest to tease around my breasts. Despite the warmth of the bath, my nipples pebbled, aching for attention. The loofa brushed over the tight peaks, and I arched forward with a gasp.
His low chuckle rumbled through me, the pleasure in the sound making warmth flood my chest.
Then, the heated spray from the showerhead hit my breasts, and my head tipped back on a moan.
Marco kept the water directed at my chest, stimulating my nipples while he worked his way lower with the loofa. It dipped below the waterline, and he rubbed it over my swollen pussy. I let my thighs fall open, welcoming him to wash me in this erotic way.
My eyes flew open when he pushed the loofa back farther, stimulating my sensitive asshole. At the same time, he brought the showerhead down so the spray landed directly on my clit.
My fingers scrabbled at the edges of the tub, searching for something to hold onto as I cried out at the shock of pleasure.
Marco laughed again, the sound rich with satisfaction. “Let’s get you nice and clean for Joseph, princess.”
My lashes fluttered as ecstasy pulsed through me, and I struggled to focus on him. “What?” I asked faintly.
“Joseph and I discussed it, and we decided you’re ready. For both of us.”
The thought of both of them penetrating me at the same time sent a fresh wave of lust rolling through my body, and I moaned. They hadn’t touched me sexually while I’d been recovering, but prior to that, they’d worked to prepare my body to take Joseph’s cock in my ass.
I squirmed in the water, and Marco took the showerhead away from my clit.
“No!” I gasped, grabbing for it. I’d been close to orgasm, and he’d denied me.
“Greedy girl,” he laughed. “We have to wait for Joseph.”
He rubbed the loofa over my asshole again, giving me just enough stimulation to make me crave more.
“You’re being mean.” I pouted.
He kissed my forehead. “You’re going to come so hard for Daddy and Joseph. No orgasms before we’re both inside you.”
Mercifully, he took the loofa away and rinsed the soap off my torso with the warm spray. I tried to relax against the tub, but he’d gotten me worked up, and now my muscles were tight with sensual need.
“Come on, babygirl. Joseph’s waiting for us.”
He helped me out of the tub and dried me off with a fluffy white towel. The soft material rubbed over my peaked nipples and swollen pussy, but Marco didn’t linger to give me more pleasure; he gave me just enough to keep me hot and needy.
When I was dry, he didn’t give me anything to wear. He removed the pins from my hair, releasing the bun so my dark locks fell loose around my shoulders. He took my hand in his and opened the bathroom door, leading me into the bedroom.
Joseph sat up from where he’d been lounging against the headboard. He wore only a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants, leaving his powerful torso on display. As he moved toward me, his muscles rippled and flexed. My mouth watered, and my sex grew damp as my need grew more intense. Marco had just dried me off, but my thighs were slick with arousal already.
He stopped when he reached me, curling two fingers beneath my chin to lift my face to his.
“Did Marco get you ready for me, angel?”
I blushed, but I didn’t look away. “Yes, Sir.” It already felt natural to address him with respect when we were playing kinky games.
His eyes sparked with pleasure, and he leaned in to take my lips in a slow, reverent kiss.
Marco’s heat receded slightly, and I heard his clothes falling to the floor. When Joseph released me from his kiss, I turned so I could admire Marco. He was even more solidly built than Joseph. The strength that had once intimidated me now made my heart flutter and my core heat. I licked my lips as I took my time to admire his ripped abs, his corded thighs, his heavy, hard cock.
Joseph took my hand and pressed it against his own erection, and I realized he’d stripped as well. We were all naked together, bare for each other.
I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of this, enough of them.
And they were studying me with the same mix of hunger and wonder.
“Do you feel how much we want you, angel?” Joseph asked roughly as I closed my hand around his shaft and stroked him.
Marco took my other hand and wrapped it around his cock, so I was holding both of them. A sense of feminine power rolled over me, intoxicating me. They might be in control, but they were mine. This arousal was for me, and me alone.
Marco’s growl mingled with Joseph’s low groan when I pressed my thumbs against the undersides of their dicks, teasing just beneath their cockheads.
The both caught my wrists at the same time, pulling my hands away. Marco landed a swift swat against my ass. Stinging heat bloomed on my skin before sinking deeper into my flesh.
“Naughty,” he reprimanded. He glanced up at Joseph. “Our girl thinks she can tease us. I think you should punish her this time.”
“I’d be happy to. I haven’t had a reason to spank her in a while. She’s been so good for us.” His tone lilted with wicked pleasure. Marco might discipline me when I’d been naughty, but Joseph got a different, darker pleasure out of making my bottom red.
Marco kept his hold on my wrist and led me over to the bed. He left me standing at the edge while he settled down on his back, leaning against the pillows.
“Make her ride my cock, Joseph. I want to feel her pussy squeezing me while you spank her.”
Joseph’s hands closed around my waist, guiding me up onto the bed. He settled me on my knees so I straddled Marco’s hips.
Marco fisted his cock, directing it to my slick opening. Joseph pushed me down slowly, lowering me onto Marco. Pleasure sizzled through me as he slowly stretched me. I tried to move faster, but Joseph controlled the achingly slow pace, allowing me to feel each inch of Marco penetrating me.
When he was finally in to the hilt, Marco’s hand closed around my nape, pulling me toward him for a fierce kiss. My hands pressed into the pillow on either side of his head as I sought to balance my body weight.
I gasped into his mouth when Joseph’s hand cracked across my ass cheeks, one and then the other. My pussy fluttered around Marco, and he snarled against me. The sound of his lust vibrated into my mouth before making its way deeper into my body, reaching my core.
Marco tore his lips from mine. “Don’t do that again,” he warned Joseph. “She likes it too much, and I won’t be able to hold back. I want to fuck her together.”
“Are you sorry for teasing us?” Joseph asked me in his deepest, darkest tone.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, completely overwhelmed by them. My body quivered in anticipation of being fucked by both of them. I craved and feared it. I knew they wouldn’t hurt me, but wasn’t certain I could handle the intensity of being filled simultaneously.
Joseph didn’t give me time to worry. He reached over onto the nightstand and pumped lube into his hand before sliding it over his cock. Then, he positioned himself behind me on the bed. Marco gripped my stinging ass cheeks in both hands, spreading me wide and offering me to Joseph.
My arms shook, barely able to balance my body over Marco’s. I stared down at him, captured in his deep, dark stare.
“Are you ready, babygirl?” he murmured, achingly gentle despite his unforgiving grip on my bottom.
“Yes, Daddy.” I was nervous, but I was ready. I wanted both my men to claim me.
Marco throbbed inside me, and Joseph pressed against my asshole. I tensed on instinct, and Marco’s fingers firmed on my bottom.
“Open up, princess. Let Joseph in.”
I took a breath and tried to relax. My entire body trembled with sensual tension, but I pushed back toward Joseph, inviting him in. The pressure against my tight hole increased, his thick cockhead breeching my ring of muscles. He was much bigger than the last plug I’d taken, and a burning sensation accompanied the slow penetration
.
I whined and tried to wiggle away, but Marco kept me locked in place.
“You’re okay, babygirl. We’ve got you.”
Joseph reached around me and strummed my clit, the hit of pleasure helping me relax. His cockhead slipped past my tight ring, and some of the unbearable pressure eased. My head dropped forward onto Marco’s chest, and I panted against him, little whimpers leaving me with each exhale.
He finally released my bottom so he could stroke my back.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised. “Such a good girl.”
Joseph continued to push forward, stretching me slowly. “That’s it, angel,” he coaxed. “You can take us.”
I squirmed between them, completely overwhelmed as they filled me. There was nowhere for me to go, no escape from their unyielding bodies. All I could do was soften and submit. As Marco continued to stroke me and Joseph teased my clit, I took deep breaths and tried to accommodate them.
I felt Joseph enter me fully, and both men paused, remaining completely still within me. We were all breathing hard; my men panting with the effort of holding back, and I sucked in deep breaths to try to keep myself centered. I felt like I could shatter into a million pieces if the tension in my body broke. Their firm hands were the only things holding me together, tethering me to sanity.
Then Joseph moved, and my eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure washed over me. He slowly pulled out, his thick cock dragging almost all the way free before he slid back in. Without realizing, I bit into Marco’s shoulder, muffling my desperate whine. He hissed in a breath, but his hand closed around the back of my head, inviting me to cling onto him with my teeth.
Joseph gripped my waist, urging me to move against Marco. With the first shift of my hips, Marco’s cockhead hit my g-spot, and my muscles convulsed at the surge of bliss. Both men cursed, and Joseph’s movements became faster, rougher. Marco rocked his hips up into me, driving deeper.
I cried out against Marco’s neck, tasting the salt of his skin on my lips. We were all covered in a thin sheen of sweat, our bodies sliding together as our rhythm became wilder, more primal. We fucked with wild abandon, each of us clawing our way toward the peak. My gasps and moans mingled with their grunts and growls, and they started to take me more harshly. My body stretched and opened to accommodate them. There was no more discomfort; just an overwhelming sense of fullness and a burning need.
I shattered first, throwing my head back on a long wail as my pussy and ass contracted around them. Ecstasy ripped through me with ruthless force, lighting up my entire body with transcendent bliss. The world went white as lighting burst across my vision. When it began to clear, I looked down into Marco’s eyes. They were black with lust, strained with his own need. I wanted him to come undone. I wanted his cum inside me. I wanted both of them to mark me.
Riding out the aftershocks of my pleasure, I clenched my muscles around them. Joseph cursed, and I felt his hot seed emptying deep inside me. His fingers curled into my hips as he held me fast, pumping into me for a few more brutal strokes.
Marco finally let go, letting out a wordless roar as he rocked his hips toward me, driving deep as he filled me with his cum.
“What the fuck?”
I shrieked at the sound of the stranger’s voice, shock ripping through my pleasure.
“Matteo,” Marco rasped, looking past me toward the threshold to the bedroom. “This isn’t—”
“You’re a fucking fag,” the boy spat out. “Your father sent me here to find out why you haven’t been taking his calls. I heard screaming, and I thought something was wrong. But you… Both of you… You’re fucking fags,” he hurled the insult again.
Joseph cursed, and but he moved with slow care as he pulled out of me. I could hear footsteps pounding down the staircase. Matteo was running away.
“Fuck, fuck,” Joseph repeated, frantic. He lifted me off Marco, still handling me carefully so he didn’t hurt me. “Go after him, Marco. We have to explain. We can’t let him tell anyone.”
“I know,” Marco said grimly, getting to his feet and yanking on his jeans.
I heard tires squealing against asphalt outside. Marco looked out the window, then shook his head.
“He’ll be out the gates before I can get to him.” He turned back to look at me, his face paler than I’d ever seen it. “Clean up and get dressed. We have to get into the city and do damage control.”
“I thought it wasn’t safe to leave the estate,” I said, but I started to climb out of bed.
He shook his head sharply. “We can’t stay here. They’ll come right for us. We have to head them off and try to explain.”
“But why?” I asked, not understanding why the situation was so dire. Of course, it was odd for the three of us to be together. But Marco made it sound as though we were in danger.
“Homosexuality isn’t accepted in our world,” Joseph told me, just as grim as Marco. “If my father’s enemies catch wind of this, it’ll be all the excuse they need to come after my family.”
“But you’re not gay,” I said. What we shared didn’t really have a definition that I was familiar with, but we were all together. The three of us.
“They won’t see it that way,” Marco said. “Come on. We have to go. We have to get to Matteo before he turns on us.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ashlyn
“Why are we splitting up?” I asked Joseph as we pulled through the open gates that guarded Marco’s estate.
Marco zoomed past the Ferrari on his motorcycle, already speeding toward the city.
Joseph hit the gas, following him. For now.
I didn’t like that we weren’t all in the car together. I didn’t like that we were about to go in different directions.
“You and I need to get to my father at the restaurant,” Joseph explained. “Matteo might have already called him to tell him what he saw, but we need to try to get to him first. We have to explain.”
“And what are we going to say?” I asked, concerned. “Will your father accept that the three of us are together?”
His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “Probably not. But it might make enough of a difference that he’ll protect us from the rest of the family.” He glanced over at me. “I hate that I’m bringing you into this, but I can’t leave you alone on the estate without one of us to protect you. Just stay close to me.”
“But what about Marco? Where is he going?”
“He’s going to try to find Matteo, if he hasn’t gone to the restaurant. If we’re lucky, Matteo will go straight to my father.”
“And if we aren’t lucky?”
His jaw ticked. “Matteo might decide to go to Gabriel Costa, my father’s rival. He might forsake our blood family for what I’ve done.”
“But I don’t understand why it’s so terrible.”
He reached over and squeezed my hand. “It’s not. There’s nothing wrong with what we share. But other people in my world won’t see it that way.” He returned his grip to the steering wheel and pressed down on the gas. “Hold on, angel. We’re about to break a few laws.”
Joseph pulled up to the curb in front of his family’s restaurant. I was sure the parking ticket he would get would be far less expensive than all the traffic violations he’d committed getting us here. It was a miracle we hadn’t been pulled over, but I was fairly certain he’d be getting a ticket for running at least one red light.
My heart pounded in my chest from the frightening ride. Joseph had seemed in control the whole time, but the speed had still been unnerving.
He opened my car door and helped me out, shielding my body with his as we crossed the sidewalk to the restaurant entrance.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath.
The place was deserted, the lights off. The sign on the glass door was flipped to closed.
It was six in the evening. The restaurant should be open and packed with patrons. My stomach turned with anxiety, and I noted that Joseph’s fingers
shook slightly as he found the right key attached to the car keys. He slid it into the lock on the front door, and we stepped into the darkened space.
Light peeked around the outline of the door to the private room at the back of the restaurant, where I’d shared dinner with Joseph’s family on the night I was poisoned. Muffled voices floated through the closed door, and Joseph shifted his body in front of mine.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.
I fell into step behind him as we crossed the eerily empty restaurant. I expected the voices to become clearer as we neared the door, but it seemed it had been built to block sound. The people on the other side must be shouting for us to be able to hear them at all.
My unease intensified.
They know. Matteo must have told Joseph’s father already, and he must be furious.
I took a deep breath. It’ll be fine, I told myself. We’ll explain, and it’ll be fine.
I remembered how happy Mr. Russo had been to meet me, the genuine joy in his eyes when he’d greeted Joseph. He loved his son. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt Joseph.
Something hard jammed into my ribs, and I cried out at the shock of pain. The sound was immediately smothered when a hand clamped over my mouth.
Fear slammed through my system. I didn’t have to see it to identify the hard object pressed against the side of my chest: a gun.
Joseph turned, but it was too late. My captor jerked me back, out of his reach.
Joseph froze, his face going pale as his eyes focused on the gun at my side.
“Let her go, Ricky,” he demanded. “She has nothing to do with this.”
“That’s not what I heard.” I recognized the voice: the man who had threatened me in the bathroom when Joseph and Marco had taken me out to dinner. “I heard she was part of your little fuck fest.” I heard him inhale near my hair, breathing in my scent. “She smells so sweet to be such a dirty bitch.”
