Cole’s fingers move under Luca’s guidance, the tips of Luca’s fingers grazing me as he guides Cole. His touch is hesitant at first, but Luca’s hand over his keeps him steady. I sigh and moan as his fingers glide over my clit, the pressure just right.
“Good,” Luca purrs. “Now faster. She likes that, don’t you, cara?” His free hand brushes my hair back, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Look at her. She’s melting into your touch.”
Cole’s fingers pick up speed, and he groans as he kisses my neck. His other hand cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple, and I moan, my hips rocking against his touch. Luca’s fingers tighten around Cole’s, pressing harder, circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. Like he can read my mind and knows exactly what I need.
I mean, he is a god. Maybe he can read my mind.
At that, his eyes cut towards me and he winks.
Good lord.
“How does she feel?” asks Luca, still guiding Cole’s hand.
“Fuck,” Cole groans, his cock twitching against my ass. “She’s so hot and wet. So soft.”
Luca’s fingers leave Cole’s, and I whimper at the loss. Cole’s hand stills, but Luca’s voice cuts through the haze Cole and I both seem to be under.
“Keep going,” he says as he sits back down in his chair. “Don’t let her come yet. Just tease her.”
Cole moans and circles my clit again, slower this time, his touch maddeningly light. I whine, my hips twitching, chasing the pressure I need. Luca watches us as Cole toys with my clit, his hand moving over the thick outline of his cock through his pants.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with want. “So sweet. So perfect.” His gaze flicks between us, his lips curling into a gorgeous smile. “My little treasures.”
The words knock all the hair out of me, going straight to my heart and making it flutter against my ribs. Little treasures. Yes. That’s exactly what I want to be to this man. This god. His precious little treasure. I want it so badly I can taste it.
I moan, loud and needy. Cole groans against my neck, his cock leaking all over my lower back. Luca’s praise is intoxicating, dirty, and possessive. I want more. So much more.
Luca’s hand moves faster over his cock, his breath coming quicker. “Cole, lay her down on bed, feet towards me. Spread her wide. I want to see every inch of her.”
Cole’s hands slide under my thighs and he lifts me effortlessly. He lays me back on the bed, my legs falling open, exposing my ridiculously wet and swollen pussy. He looks at Luca, waiting for his next instructions.
“On your knees between her pretty thighs,” Luca commands. “Make her squirm. Make her beg for your mouth.”
Cole obeys, dropping to his knees in front of me, and it’s like something out of one of my dirtiest fantasies. His hands slide up my legs, his fingers grazing over my skin as he spreads me wider. His mouth brushes the inside of my thigh, making goosebumps erupt across my skin. I whimper, my hips lifting, my clit aching for his tongue. He kisses higher, his breath hot against my swollen flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste me in a teasing lick.
“Please,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his curls. I feel like I’m about to fall apart. “Cole, please. Please.”
“She begs so sweetly,” says Luca, his voice raw. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is,” Cole agrees. He looks up and meets my eyes. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long, Ana. Wanted every single part of you. Your heart. Your cunt.”
“I’ve wanted exactly this, too,” I say, heart pounding. “I’ve wanted you so much it hurts.”
“Anabel,” he sighs, and his lips trail higher, his tongue dragging along my skin, but he avoids my pussy, teasing me, torturing me. His fingers press into my thighs, holding me open, and I can feel his breath on my clit, so close but not close enough.
Luca’s voice is rough, commanding, as he tells Cole exactly how to eat me out. “Flatten your tongue and drag it up her slit, nice and slow. Start at her entrance and lick all the way to her clit. Don’t rush. Let her feel every inch of your mouth on her.”
Cole groans, his breath hot against my pussy, and then his tongue is dragging up my slit just like Luca ordered. I let out a long, loud moan, my back arching off the bed, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Cole!”
“Good,” Luca murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “Now circle her clit with the tip of your tongue. Light pressure. Tease her.”
Cole obeys, his tongue working over my clit in agonizingly slow circles. My thighs tremble and my hips jerk up, chasing his mouth. Luca’s gaze burns into me, his hand moving over his cock through his pants, his breathing ragged. He stands from his chair, his cock tenting his pants, and sits beside me on the bed, clearly unable to stay away from us.
Good. I don’t want him to stay away. I want him here, with us, where he belongs. I reach out and brush my fingers against his thigh, and he sighs.
“Look at you,” Luca growls, his voice low and filthy as he watches Cole eat my pussy. “So wet and needy. How does his mouth feel, cara? How does his tongue feel on your sweet little clit?” His fingers tighten around his cock, his knuckles whitening.
“So good,” I moan, hips shifting restlessly as pleasure builds and builds inside me. “Everything I knew it would be and more.”
