I lick her, slow and steady, sucking on her pretty clit, teasing my tongue around her dripping entrance. I see her fingers weave through Cole’s, just as they did at the restaurant, and I grin against her. Sweet things.
I pull back just long enough to look at Cole, my lips glistening with Anabel’s arousal. “Your turn,” I growl, and then I’m sucking the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue working againstthe sensitive underside. He gasps, his hips thrusting up, his cock sliding deeper, deeper, nudging at the back of my throat. I take him all the way, my nose pressing against the thatch of hair at the base of his cock, and I swallow around him.
“Holy fuck!” he moans loudly, his entire body shaking. I swallow again and then move up and down his hard cock, working him until he’s a panting, senseless mess.
I pull back, my lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. “Fuck, you taste good,” I groan. “Both of you. So sweet. So perfect.” My heart clenches at the thought that I’ll only ever get to taste them tonight, but I push the thought away. If we only have tonight, I don’t want to spend it mourning what we can’t have.
I go back to Anabel, my tongue swirling over her clit, and this time I slide my fingers inside her and curl them up, stroking them against her engorged g-spot. She gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers. She’s clutching at Cole as I suck her clit into my mouth and fuck her with my fingers. She’s like molten velvet around me, so hot and silky.
“Oh, god. Luca,” she moans. I hear her and Cole kissing before I look up and see it, and my heart thuds against my ribs. Watching these two together does something to me. It’s like my heart wants to leap out of my body and into their waiting hands.
Gods, what would that feel like? To be carried by not one but two lovely people?
I reach out and stroke Cole’s cock with my other hand, working them both into a frenzy, their kisses becoming messier, more passionate. Cole’s throbbing in my hand, Anabel’s creaming all over my face, and I’m in heaven, taking care of my little treasures.
I move back and forth between them, sucking Cole’s cock and fondling his balls, swirling my tongue over Anabel’s swollen clit, until they’re breathless, writhing, kissing each other andmoaning, practically trying to crawl inside each other’s skin. I can feel their hunger, their lust, their love. I can see it, shimmering in the air around us.
They’re ready. It’s time.
Nine
Cole
I’m shaking from head to toe as I slide on top of Anabel. Not out of fear, or nervousness, but because of the intensity of the lust and love coursing through me. The need and the want, the hunger, the joy—they’re all tangled up together, creating an adrenaline rush unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
I’ve wanted Anabel for so long. Loved her for so long. Knowing she wants me too, that she loves me back, is enough to make my heart feel like it’s on the verge of bursting. And then Luca…he has this ability to amplify everything good. He makes everything feel hotter, brighter, shinier, easier.
I already know that I could love him, too, if we had more than this one night together. And maybe it’s because he’s Cupid, but loving him feels…natural. Right. I don’t know anything about him, but I know that I’d give him my heart if he asked. If he was willing to share it with Anabel.
I look down at her, her pretty blue eyes so bright they’re glittering like stars, and I see it—she could love him, too. Loveboth of us. The three of us could be something I’ve never even dreamed of…if only it were possible.
Anabel’s arms lock around my neck, her legs wrapping tight around my hips. She pulls me down until our foreheads press together, her breath warm and sweet against my lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp, and I shudder at the sensation.
“I love you,” she whispers, her voice trembling but sure. “I’ve loved you for so long.”
My chest tightens, making it hard to breathe. I’ve dreamed of hearing those words, but now that they’re real, they hit harder than I ever imagined. I kiss her, slow and deep, pouring everything I’ve ever felt into it—all the years of longing, the fear, the hope. When I pull back, her eyes are wet, her lips swollen.
Then Luca’s mouth is on my neck, kissing a path up the side of my throat. “Take her,” he murmurs. “Slowly. Savor it. She’s yours.” His fingers trail down my back before he leans over me, pressing a soft kiss to Anabel’s lips. “Feel every inch of him, cara. Let him claim you. Fully. Completely.”
I reach between us, my fingers brushing against her slick heat before I notch myself at her entrance. Anabel gasps as I push in, just the head at first, both of us freezing at the sensation. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and the way she clenches around me sends heat sizzling down my spine.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my voice shaking. I slide in another inch, and her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Cole,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to meet mine.
Luca brushes her hair out of her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. He kisses my shoulder, his lips soft and tender. “So lovely,” whispers hoarsely. “Both of you.”
I thrust deeper, and we both moan at the same time. The feeling is overwhelming—her warmth, her wetness, the way she fits around me like she was made for me. I pause, buried insideher, my forehead resting against hers. Her breath catches in her throat, her thighs trembling around my hips.
“Move,” she whispers desperately. “Please. I need to feel you, Cole. I’ve needed to feel you for so long.”
I pull back until just the tip of my cock is inside her, then thrust deep again, slow and hard. Anabel gasps, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my spine. Her pussy clenches around me, hot and wet and so fucking tight I see stars.
“That’s it,” Luca says. “Take each other. Don’t hold back.”
I set a deep, claiming rhythm and every thrust drags a moan from Anabel’s lips, her thighs tight around my hips. Her hands roam my body, fingers digging into my ass to pull me deeper. She pulses around me like she never wants to let me go.
Good. Because I’m keeping her forever.
