Dipping my head toward him, I give a quick, “Yes, Sir.”
I keep my eyes down as I listen to the movement around me, my nerves singing with dual levels of excitement and anxiety. Fingers stroke me as I stand still, waiting for an order.
I can barely differentiate them as they move faster, along my spine, my shoulders, my hips. Every fucking place, except where I want it most. My dick jerks with impatience, clearly not listening to the memo Jude gave it. My hair is grasped and my face is tilted up, so I meet Jude’s beautiful eyes.
“What have I said, Bello? I want you looking at me. Always…”
I inhale sharply at that dark promise, poking at the idea of being able to trust him completely, that he'll be there whenever I need him. I found it with my own submissives, but for once, I may have found it in a dominant just for me. Someone who won’t leave, won’t punish me by casting me off. I shake from the sheerfeelingof it.
Jude lets go of my hair and clasps me closer to him, gently shushing me. “I have you. All you have to do is be you, because that’s exactly who I love.”
I barely have a moment to process that before his hands go to my ass, gently squeezing it before pulling my cheeks apart. My breath stutters as lubed fingers find my hole. I want to peek and see who it is, but I can’t, not with the way Jude has me boxed in. I whimper as I roll up onto my toes, begging shamelessly as I thrust my ass out at the same time.
“Mmm…my Shining Stars are being so good,” Jude coos when another finger enters me, and it hits me that he must be directing both Nario and Nicolo to open me. Fuck. I almost stop breathing, daring not to hope for what I want more than anything, because how would he know? “Your body talks to me. So do your eyes. Your soul. I don’t need words to hear you, Bello. I have all of you.”
“Did…did I say that aloud?” I blush deeper, worried that he’ll judge me.
“You did,” Nario retorts as he snickers.
“Get my Flower ready.” Jude’s harsh demand speeds up my lovers’ actions and I throw my head back, moaning when they peg my prostate. Jude squeezes my ass harder and I fall forward into him, melting in submission. “There we go…that’s Fiore Mio.”
I whimper when the twins’ fingers leave my ass, but I don’t have long to wait.
Nario whispers in my ear, “Hold steady, Love.”
Grasping Jude hard, I barely have the chance to breathe as Nario enters me. It’s been a while, since I normally top them. When Nicolo edges closer, Jude squeezes my ass, still holding me open. “Relax for our Stars. You’ve got this.”
When Nicolo starts pressing in, I whimper at the pressure. Unable to hold back, I bite Jude’s shoulder. His hiss of pain cools me, but before I can apologize, Nicolo thrusts in all the way. “FUCK!”
“Shh, it’s alright. Nicolo, Nario, give him a moment.” They pause under Jude’s command, letting me get used to the feel of them being inside me together. And holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m taking them both. The sound of their harsh breathing matches mine, and slowly, I begin to relax. “Alright, move, my Stunning Stars. Move for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” comes in stereo, and it’s only Jude’s hard body that keeps me upright. I’m battered against him, and fuck if I don’t become dizzy from the sensations. My lovers own my ass the way Jude owns my soul, and the heady scent of our commingled sweat has me spinning out of control.
“Fuck, please may I come?” I beg shamelessly as Nicolo and Nario constantly hit my prostate—fuck, I don’t think they’ve even left it since they started. “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“No,” Jude says harshly. “You’ll wait until I’m the one in your ass. Only then will you come.”
Tears roll down my cheeks as I struggle to hold on, especially as Nicolo and Nario speed up. I’m not sure how long it lasts, but when they finally come with a shout, and at the same fucking time, I’m barely able to hold myself up.
“Jesus. Fucking hell,” Nario curses as he slowly withdraws.
The feeling of emptiness crushes me when Nicolo also leaves me, and I can’t stop the sob that breaks loose. Jude lets me go, but only to nudge me around to where I’m bent over the bed. I lean on my forearms, spreading my shaky legs. His rough voice rushes over me. “Shh…Bello, it’s alright. I have you now.”
“Please, Sir. Please,” I whisper, knowing he probably can't hear me, but repeating it as a litany, desperate to orgasm.
Fucking hell, this takes edging to a whole other meaning. When he finally enters me, I collapse against the bed, scrambling to hold onto something—anything. Thankfully, Nicolo and Nario are quick to the rescue as they both kneel on the bed, each reaching out to grasp one of my hands. Theirsteadying presence is needed because Jude doesn’t go easy. My hole may have been broken in by Nario and Nicolo, but fuck knows Jude is intent on claiming it for himself. I shudder against the battering, the overwhelming ferocity of his thrusts, and struggle to breathe through it.
“Come, Bello. Come. Now,” Jude snaps out, and I’m coming before he even finishes the demand. Fuck. I collapse further into the bed, my knees giving way completely as his thrusts become erratic. “Fuck! Yes!”
I manage a tired groan as he tips over the edge. He falls on top of me, and I can barely murmur a complaint. I’m too worn out after such a perfect sexathon. Damn. If Jude wants to join us regularly, maybe I’ll be able to convince Ignacio that I don’t need to spar with him in the gym to keep up my reflexes… Jude manages to scramble to his feet, and I hiss as he slides out of me.
“Are you alright, Antonio?”
I give Nicolo a weak grin in response to his question. “Yeah, Sweetheart. I’m just dead. Once I regain feeling, it’ll be fine.”
Jude laughs behind me, even as he scoops me up. I yelp at the sudden movement, but he heads towards the ensuite bathroom. He sets me down on the tile, and I stand with a wince. With a knowing look, he asks me, “Was that a good reward?”
“Fuck, yes.” I grin at him, unrepentant and hoping that the soreness lingers, if only so I can remember every moment of this…
