Anabel pushes my pants and briefs down, apparently done with teasing, and my cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head already flushed dark. I don’t remember the last time I was this hard. But with Cole and Anabel looking at me like I’m theirs, I’m throbbing, aching, harder than I’ve been in centuries.
Anabel’s breath catches. Her fingers hover in the air between us, trembling just slightly before she presses her palm to my chest, right over my pounding heart. “God, Luca,” she whispers. “You’re…”
Cole doesn’t wait. He wraps his hand around my shaft gives me a slow, testing squeeze. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, low and rough, his thumb dragging over the pre-cum already beading at the tip. His grip tightens, stroking once, twice, and I groan, my hips jerking forward without thought.
Anabel’s hands are everywhere—skimming over my shoulders, tracing the lines of my arms, her touch featherlight one moment, firm the next. She presses closer, her body warm against mine, her lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We want you,” she says, her breath ghosting over my skin. “Both of us. So much.”
Cole’s free hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back. He kisses me, hungry and demanding, histongue sliding against mine as his fist works my cock in slow strokes. I groan into the kiss, my hands finding his hips, pulling him flush against me. His erection presses against my thigh, hard and insistent, and I can’t help the way my hips roll forward, chasing the friction.
Anabel’s fingers trail down my stomach, her nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin just above my cock. I break the kiss as she drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on mine. Her hands slide up my thighs, and then her thumbs brush the crease where leg meets groin. “I want to taste you,” she says, her voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. “Want to make you feel good.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, my thighs spreading wide, my cock jutting up thick and heavy between them. The sight of Anabel kneeling in front of me, pretty eyes glittering, her lips parted and waiting, nearly undoes me right then. My breath stutters in my chest, and my pulse roars in my ears.
“Look at you,” I growl, my voice rough with want. “Such a good girl on your knees for me, Anabel.” My fingers tangle briefly in her blonde hair, guiding her closer, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She shivers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.
Cole drops to his knees beside her, his breath feathering against my thigh. His fingers trace the sensitive skin of my balls, rolling them gently in his palm. I groan, my hips jerking up involuntarily, my cock leaking pre-cum onto my stomach. “Fuck, Cole,” I rasp, my voice cracking. “Just like that.”
Anabel wraps her hand around the base of my cock, testing the weight of me, teasing me with light touches. She strokes me once, twice, her grip tightening, her thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading the pre-cum. I groan, my head falling back, my fingers tightening in her hair.
And then she leans in and licks the underside of my cock with a long, slow lap of her tongue. I groan, my hips bucking up, and my cock slides into her mouth. She takes me in inch by inch, her lips stretching around my thickness, her tongue swirling, tasting. “Fuck, Anabel,” I groan roughly. “Your mouth feels incredible. So warm, so wet. Just like that, cara. Take me deeper.”
Cole’s fingers continue their slow, torturous exploration, and he rolls my balls in his palm again, tugging gently, his touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing up and down my spine. His other hand slides up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the base of my cock. I glance down at him, my breath catching at the sight of his flushed cheeks and the way his eyes are locked on Anabel’s mouth as she sucks me deeper.
“Doesn’t she look pretty with my cock in her mouth?” I say, my voice a lustful rasp. Cole nods, his breathing jagged, his fingers tightening around my balls.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, a tremor in his voice.
I weave my fingers into Anabel’s hair, guiding her movements, my hips rolling up to meet her mouth. My other hand tangles in Cole’s hair, pulling him closer. He moans softly, his eyes locking onto mine.
Anabel works me faster with her talented mouth, her tongue swirling, her lips stretching around my thickness. She takes me deeper, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock, fighting against her gag reflex. “Fuck, sweetheart,” I groan roughly. “You take me so well. Such a good girl for me.”
Cole’s fingers tighten around my balls, his touch firmer now, his thumb pressing against the sensitive area behind them. I groan, my hips bucking, my cock sliding deeper into Anabel’s mouth. “And you, Cole. Such a good boy. On your knees for me, just like your pretty girlfriend. So eager to please.”
He lets out a shaky moan, his cheeks flushing darker, his gaze locked on mine. Anabel works me faster, her tongue swirling, her lips stretching around my thickness as she sucks. Everything inside me is tight and hot, pleasure coiling low in my gut. I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips rolling up to fuck her mouth. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, cara,” I growl, heat dancing down my spine.
Anabel releases me with a wet pop, her mouth swollen and glistening, her breath coming in sharp little pants. Before I can even react, Cole drags his tongue up the underside of my shaft in one long, unbroken lick. A ragged groan tears from my throat, and I pull him closer.
I didn’t know if he’d join in, or just watch. I wasn’t going to pressure him, either way. But now that his mouth is on me, I’m so fucking glad he decided to do more than spectate.
“Fuck—” I sound completely wrecked, because I am. “Look at you, amore, just diving in like you’ve been starving for it.”
Eight
Luca
Anabel watches Cole suck me, her fingers tracing idle circles on my thigh. His tongue swirls around the head of my cock, lapping up the pre-cum beading at the tip, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Then he takes me deep, his throat fluttering around the head, and I curse, my hips jerking up without thought.
“That’s it,” I growl, my grip tightening in his hair. “Take it. Show me how much you want my cock in that pretty mouth.”
Anabel makes a soft, needy sound, her hand sliding between her thighs. Cole pulls off with a wet slurp, his lips shiny, his breathing ragged. Then Anabel’s mouth envelops me again, her tongue swirling, her lips stretching obscenely around me. Cole’s hand wraps around the base, stroking in time with her movements, and together, they start to unravel me, bit by bit.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my control slipping. “You two will be the death of me. You’re going to ruin me. Break me.” I guide Anabel’s movements with the hand fisted in her hair, my other hand gripping Cole’s shoulder. “My little treasures. So sweet. So fucking beautiful.”
Anabel moans around my cock, the vibration sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my balls. Cole’s fingers tighten around the base, his grip almost too much, the perfect edge of pain. “Take turns with me,” I say, and I can’t tell if I’m begging or bossing them around. Both, maybe. “Show me how good you are at sharing.”
Cole’s mouth replaces Anabel’s, and he licks me all over before he sucks me deep, right into his throat, and I groan, my head falling back. “Fuck, yes—just like that. Such a good boy, Cole. You’re a natural.”
Anabel’s hand slides up my thigh, her nails scraping lightly over my skin. “He loves it,” she says, eyes bright. “Look at him. So eager.”
