It’s only when Paco barks that we all stop.
“Chill, dude, stop cockblocking your stepdad.”
I laugh, the sound husky and full of desire. My body is on fire. Massimo’s hands are still holding both my sensitive areas, waiting to continue. I lean into him. My gaze settles on his brother, whose eyes are so wide, their white all around them.
“Shit, is this happening right now? My angel? Are we going to fuck? It’s all I think about. All I dream about. Even last night when we fucked our fists to you. Right, Mas?”
He groans, his arm loosening as he fumbles with the clasps on the baby carrier. I pluck Paco out before he accidentally falls. Massimo’s hands slip away, but his body stays closer, his dick poking me squarely in the back.
“Sofia knows exactly what I want. Has known since the first week.” His voice is thick against my ear. “We’ll treat you so, so right, baby. You won’t have to do a thing. Just lie there and let us take care of you.”
His words seal the deal.
If ever I trusted a man to do this, it’s him. His brother, not as much, but I know Massimo would never let me get hurt. And something in me flips from maybe to yes. I might regret this later, but not now. I’ve been fantasizing about them too, but I won’t admit that yet.
“Okay,” I whisper against Paco’s head, where I leave a lingering kiss before putting him down on the floor.
Massimo doesn’t waste a moment, clasping my hand and leading me back to his room. Leaving his brother grumbling and fumbling with his crutches behind us.
“Mas, you bastard! Wait up!”
We’re back in his bedroom in no time. Even faster on the bed, where he’s stripping me out of his shirt. Faster than that, he’s stripped naked and already settling between my legs, sucking my clit and pushing into my wet pussy.
His fingers push against the slight soreness from last night. It’s been months and months since I was with a man. The last one was that lying, cheating ex-husband. And these two are opposite in every way. Another thing that excites me.
He’s staring up at me. His mouth is coated in me. Two fingers are buried inside while the other hand is plucking at my nipple.
“Em already said it, but I’ve been dreaming about this moment too.”
His tongue flattens against my clit, teasing it into hardness. My hand tangles into his hair, ready to grind into his face when his twin bursts in.
“No fair, I wanted to eat her out this time. You go fuck her face.” It comes across less as a command and more as a plea. “I didn’t get to drink her juices yet, so back off.”
His crutches clatter to the ground. His shorts are being shoved down as fast as he can, but they catch on the cast again. He huffs, grunts, and groans to work them off, but gets more and more frustrated when his brother doesn’t listen and keeps on eating me out.
“Massimo, stop.” I push his brother away. He frowns but doesn’t say anything. “Come to the side of the bed, and I’ll help you.”
I move to my hands and knees, shuffling to the edge of the bed to help push his shorts over the hard plaster. I’m startled when long licks start at my back door and work their way down. I didn’t even get a shower in yet this morning, and he’s already going to town as if it doesn’t matter.
“Ay!”
“You love it.”
I do, and I don’t.
It’s so sensitive and, honestly, vulnerable. But with my body on display under the heat of two guys’ gazes, there’s nowhere for me to hide. It’s either complete acceptance from them or complete panic at being seen fully naked in the sunlight. I don’t have a chance to decide which when Emilio’s dick is coming toward me.
“Open up, my angel. Mas has you from the back, I’ll take you from the front.”
Then he’s holding my chin, pushing the tip against my lips. The shorts’s waistband caught on the plaster is long forgotten. I’m trapped between them. Giving and taking at the same time. Using and being used, and it’s messing with my head.
I should hate this.
Hate the cliché of this.
My ex watched enough porn when he thought I was in the shower, and threesomes were his favorite. I used to roll my eyes and wonder who did such a thing. Now I’m here. It’s me doing such a thing.
“More, Sof. Keep grinding those hips on my face.”
