Cole stares at me for several long seconds, his breathing uneven. My nipples are hard points, begging for attention. For fingers. For a mouth.
I stand, and Cole tugs my skirt down over my hips, the fabric pooling at my feet. Cole stares and stares, like he can’t believe I’m real.
I’m about to say something when his fingers hook under the lace of my soaked panties, dragging them down my thighs. I step out of them, my heart a wild flutter in my chest. I’m now naked in front of not one, but two men.
Cole doesn’t drop my panties to the floor like I expect him to. No, instead he lifts them to his face, his eyes fluttering shut as he inhales deeply, breathing in my scent. A rough sound tearsfrom his throat, something between a groan and a growl. My face burns, but I don’t look away. I can’t.
Cole doesn’t say a word. He just takes my panties from his face, and tosses them to Luca, who catches them easily.
I let out a desperate little whimper as Luca lifts the embarrassingly wet lace to his face. His nostrils flare, and then he inhales, long and deep.
Oh. My. God. Or should I say Cupid?
A low, rough sound rumbles from his chest. “Fuck, cara,” he groans, voice thick. “Your cunt smells delicious.” His tongue flicks out, tracing the damp spot on the fabric before he presses it to his lips, tasting me. Cole and I moan in unison at the sight.
Cole’s hands slide up my thighs, his fingers dragging over my skin as he pulls me into his lap. His cock is hard beneath me, thick and hot even through his jeans, and I can’t help but rock against him, desperate for friction. He groans into my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. “You do smell incredible,” he says. “Like the exact thing I’ve been starving for.”
Luca’s gaze flits between us, his chest rising faster now. He slowly rubs my panties over the bulge of his cock. “So fucking pretty. So desperate and needy for Cole.”
I whimper, my hips rolling against Cole’s lap. His cock grinds against my clit through his jeans, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Cole’s hands slide up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “She’s perfect,” he murmurs, more to Luca than to me. “So soft. So responsive.” His lips trail down my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone.
And then his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue swirls around my aching nipple, teasing, before he pulls it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make me whimper. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him there, my back arching.
Luca’s eyes burn as he watches us, lifting my panties to his nose again for another deep inhale. “Look at her grinding on your lap like a good girl. Is she dripping all over you with that hot little cunt of hers?”
Distantly, I think that I should be outraged that a virtual stranger is talking about me this way, but I’m not. Because everything Luca does, everything Luca says feels right. As natural as breathing.
My breath catches, my hips jerking faster, chasing the pressure building between my legs. “Fuck, Ana,” Cole groans against my breast. “You’re soaking through my pants.” His other hand cups my breast, squeezing, kneading, while his mouth works me over, licking, sucking, biting just enough to make me squirm. I’m unraveling, and I don’t want to stop.
I’m lost in sensation, but Luca’s voice cuts through my haze with a simple command.
“Anabel. Undress Cole.”
Five
Anabel
I reach for Cole’s shirt, my fingers fumbling the last few buttons free. He lets me push it off his shoulders, his skin deliciously warm under my touch. I trace the lean lines of his chest, the dip of his stomach, and he sucks in a breath. His hands find my hips, holding me steady as I work his belt loose, then his zipper. I blush when I see the wet spot I’ve left on his pants from grinding on him.
I move off him and onto the bed so he can shove his pants and boxer briefs down.
When he’s finally naked, I let myself look. Really look. His body is lean but strong, his skin flushed. His cock is a work of art, thick and long with a beautifully flared head and heavy balls. Pre-cum beads at the tip, dripping down his length, and my mouth waters.
Luca’s gaze locks onto Cole’s cock, and his lips part like he wants to do a hell of a lot more than look. “Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough. “So hard for her. So thick. That pretty cock is leaking just for her, isn’t it?” His fingers twitch like he’sfighting the urge to reach out and touch, and as insane as it is, I wish he would. “You want to fuck her with it, don’t you? You want to feel how tight and wet she is around you.”
Cole’s face burns, his cock twitching under Luca’s praise. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah,” he admits, voice cracking. “I do.”
Luca smirks, slow and filthy. “Good boy.” Cole whimpers slightly, making my pussy twitch. “Now sit back down. Take her onto your lap, back against your chest. Hook her legs over yours and spread her wide.”
Cole does as he’s told and pulls me onto his lap, my back pressing against his chest. His cock nestles against the curve of my ass, hot and hard, and I can’t help but wiggle against him. He moans, his fingers digging into my thighs as he lifts my legs, draping them over his, baring me completely. My pussy clenches at being so exposed, not just for Cole, but for Luca.
Luca’s gaze drops to my pussy, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. “Look at that pretty cunt,” he growls. “So pink. So wet. That little clit is already swollen, begging for attention, isn’t it?” His fingers trace the air absently, like he’s imagining touching me. “Touch her,” Luca commands. “Make her feel good.”
Cole’s hand hovers over my pussy, hesitant. His fingers brush my inner thigh, and I gasp. I’m desperate to be touched. To be played with.
Luca slowly rises from the chair, lifting his gaze from my pussy. His eyes meet mine, and I nod, just once. I don’t know what he has planned. I don’t care. All I know is that this feels right. All of it. He moves closer, and I find myself spreading my legs wider in silent invitation. He takes Cole’s hand, guiding it between my legs. “Like this,” he says, pressing Cole’s fingers against my dripping entrance, and I let out a shuddery moan at the contact. “Feel how wet she is for you.” His fingers curl around Cole’s, sliding through my slick juices, spreadingmy wetness over my clit. I whimper gratefully. “Circles,” he instructs. “Slow at first. Watch her face. Listen to her sounds.”
