Pulling away, I smile gently at his soft whine. “You don't get to come tonight, Boy. For being a disrespectful shit, you neither can have my cum nor anyone else's.”
His face crumples but he nods, accepting my decision. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy. My good, beautiful boy. Come lay down next to me now.”
I slide him off me and onto the bed, encouraging him to lay down. Undoing my pants, I take my cock out, earning me three beautiful, needy whines as I stroke my hand over the hard flesh.
“If you want,” I tell Nicolo and Nario, “You can suck me off. If you do a good job, I'll let you come wherever you want.”
They move at the same time, a scramble of hands and knees to cross the short distance between us. Moaning, I widen my stance, allowing both of them in.
Nario licks at my leaking head, while Nicolo drags his tongue up my shaft. They kiss as they meet at the top of my cock, and the sight is breathtaking.
It's a perfectly coordinated dance that I allow them to orchestrate as they work me in tandem.
Not one to leave anyone out, I lean back on one hand while reaching back to play with Antonio’s abused flesh. He moans and whimpers, almost drowning out the beautiful sounds the two on their knees make.
I draw a finger lightly between his ass cheeks, tapping it against his hole, but I don't penetrate, and when he humps against the bed, I pull back and slap his ass in reprimand. “Behave,” I tell him.
His answering moan has me grinning around my own groan.
The need and pleasure builds quickly, my every nerve-ending already on fire thanks to the spanking.
Being worked over so expertly, I barely have time to think about my impending orgasm before it explodes out of me. The Boys sucking me off take turns to lap at every drop of cum I spill.
When it's over, I first drag one, then the other to me, kissing my taste from their tongues.
“You have a choice,” I tell them. “You can get each other off and then share the taste, which I would love to see or…” I glanceto where Antonio is watching with rapt attention and longing need. “You can paint him with your cum, marking him yours, as much as you three are mine.”
There's no hesitation, they climb onto the bed on either side of Antonio and reach across to jerk each other off.
As they do so, I run my fingers through Antonio’s soft hair and watch them, enjoying how much they enjoy each other, learning how they touch one another and filing it away for later use.
When they come, it's beautiful, as they paint Antonio's reddened ass.
“You're a work of art, Bello,” I tell him.
Leaning down as I fist his hair and drag his head up, I kiss him, hard and deep, savoring his taste and this moment with them. “Thank you for trusting me.”
He looks at me, his eyes so wide and dark and full of things I never thought I would want to see. “T…thank you for loving me. And for including them.”
“Every part of you belongs to me now, Bello. That includes anything and anyone you've already claimed. Rest now. I'll clean you up.”
Nario tries to slide off the bed to help, but I stop him, going into the ensuite alone to undress and clean up.
Wetting a cloth, I carry it out to gently wipe Antonio down, before doing the same to Nario and Nicolo. Once finished, they help me maneuver Antonio right side up into the bed.
I find the cream in the bathroom first-aid kit and rub it into his bruised ass. He's going to be sore, as well as black and blue, tomorrow and I cannot fucking wait to see it.
Nicolo cuddles up against Antonio on one side, and I do the same on the other, with Nario plastering himself to my other side. I fight not to squirm, letting him cuddle against me ashe reaches across and finds Nicolo’s hand that's already thrown over Antonio and me.
I highly doubt I'll be able to sleep like this. It's a struggle enough when Roman plasters himself to me, but for now, I can deal with it. It's safe and warm between the man I love and the two men I've now claimed as mine. Any other issues or quirks that make me different from them can be worked out later. For now, I have my Bel Fiore, and two Shining Stars I’d endure anything for, starting with a little unpleasant discomfort.
I’m not surprised to find Hollis waiting for me as soon as I leave the meeting. Carter gives me a sympathetic look as he goes his own way—likely back to Cole. Me? I’m fucked. Especially with the way Hollis’s arms are crossed and tension is pouring off him.
When I stand in front of Hollis, he jerks his head and marches off, leaving me scrambling to follow behind him. As much as I don’t want to, I’m helpless when it comes to him.
Feelings. Fucking inconvenient as hell.
