He cut me off as he ripped the lubed item out of my ass and thrust in me. My back bowed at his entrance, but I was already prepped quite well, which was more surprising than painful. “I'm going to have my turn, wife. I’m goin' to get both of you off as I fuck your tight ass.”
He thrusted in and out slowly. My breasts rubbed in time against Ion’s hard erection, and Ion groaned through his teeth, glaring at Cezar. “Fuck you, Cezar.”
Cezar picked up the pace, and my pussy clenched as he laughed out loud, “Oh no, brother, I’m going to fuck our wife so good and hard that it will make you come in jealously. Then your penance will be complete.”
I wanted to tell him that Ion didn't need any more penance, that he was forgiven, but the words were caught in my throat, unable to get past my heady pants. Looking up at Ion, I saw his face twist up, his cock throbbing against my chest, and I knew he was close.
His hand lifted, reaching towards me, “Kazia, you’re so fucking beautiful. You shine when your face is etched in pleasure.”
Cezar’s thrusts became erratic, and he shoved two fingers into my wet pussy, sliding in with ease. It was beginning to be too much. I eyed Ion’s outstretched hand and leaned forward, grabbing one of his fingers with my teeth and bit down.
Ion cried out, “Fuck. Oh Fuck, yes.”
Cezar called out to me, fucking me in both holes. “Come for me, Zia. Fucking come just for me.”
His words shook me to my core, and my whole body clenched down on him as he hissed out, and I came again. He timed it just right as he grabbed my ass with both hands and emptied himself with a roar.
Ion fell back against the bed; I slumped against the wet spot in his pants, Cezar still behind me, trying to catch his breath. My lids began to lower, my body so blissed out that I had no energy left to move, let alone think about anything.
“I told you, my Roma. I always keep my promises.”
Grunting out in response was all I was capable of until I felt him remove himself. A whine slipped past my lips and he chuckled before grabbing me around the waist, laying me down beside Ion on the bed. “Now it's time for sleep, my princess. I checked to make sure there were no peas.”
Sinking into the bed, my muscles relaxed and an overwhelming exhaustion took over. My response was a slew of noises, not forming any real words as he nodded and tucked me into bed. I might have an excruciating sore shoulder tomorrow, but I counted it as a trade-off for the orgasm’s and the hope for some good sleep finally.
With only Cezar’s shuffling steps and Ion’s presence next to me, I fell asleep with my heart full as I remembered that Cezar had kept his promises.
20
ION
“Stop staring at her. Nan says it's creepy,” Cezar called out from across the wall from me, but I ignored it. I was too caught up hearing her soft, cute snores, gazing at her supple rosy lip and beating down the clawing need to kiss her.
Kazia Lee was someone I never would've looked at twice. She was strong and confident; she had morals and kept to them. A warmth filled my chest, something that went cold and dead a long time ago. She was all the things that were not easy to manipulate, and maybe that's why I craved her attention. So much so, I would sell my soul for.
Or, I guess, give her oral as my brother fucked her. Fucking hell.What the fuck was I thinking?
As soon as I opened the door and heard her beg Cezar to fuck her, I knew I was a goner. My feet wouldn't move, like cement weighted them down in place, but my hand had no problem moving to close the door with me inside.Fucking Cezar! I should've known something was up when he texted me.
“Oh, stop being so moody.” He swung around a teal butt plug with a red jewel between his fingers. “You killed like… three birds with one bar of chocolate.”
Pushing myself up, I climbed out of bed as careful as possible, glancing at Kazia to make sure I didn’t wake her before walking past him to the bathroom. He was such an asshole. He's not letting me enjoy any of this with his insistent chatter. I closed the door for some sanity, but remembered was dealing with Cezar, and sanity was impossible.
His hand smacked the door before it could close, and he leaned against the doorway. “Did you not know this was bonding time?”
Peeking over his shoulder, making sure she hadn't woken up, I fisted the front of his shirt, getting in his giddy face, threatening in a hushed tone. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” His teeth were now on display, not taking me seriously, so I shoved him up against the doorway. “If you wake her up, I'm going to slice you up so bad all those pretty tattoos will be ruined.”
His mouth dropped, throwing a hand to his chest, exaggerating in a low voice. “Brother! You think I'm pretty?!”
Snarling at myself for being drawn into his psycho orbit, I let go of him as fast as I could and went to turn on the shower. Why did I forget? The best way to deal with Cezar was not to engage at all…he just had a knack for getting under my skin.
Yanking open the shower door, I turned it on. “I mean, you got to pay your penance in full,” my hand paused underneath the warm water. “You gotta see her shine as she came,” his jovial voice turned smug, a cruel edge to it. “And you got to have your deepest desires filled. I think I'm owed a thank you.”
The glass door creaked as my fingers curled, gripping down hard, telling myself not to engage with him.How the fuck did he know that? How the fuck did he know something I didn't even know?
“Hey,” I glanced back at him, his hands in the air like he was an innocent bystander. “I was just following what Cal said. That fucker is a pervert, but damn, did getting this baby come in handy.” Lifting the butt plug, he went to the sink and cleaned it off. “I mean, after I got over threatening to bash my brain in so he could never think of her again, he convinced me it would speed things up, and bam!” His wet hand clapped so loud that a sleepy noise came from the other room.
I glared at him and he shhhh'd me, “You better keep it down. My Roma is sleeping, and she has a wound on her shoulder, remember?.”
