Bobby ignores him and refills his scotch. He’s been drinking steadily since dinner and from the way he’s looking at her, still absently massaging her tits, he’s going to fuck her nine times before he’s had his fill.
“You’re all here…” January’s voice is a husky moan. “You can’tallbe here.”
Doc smirks. “How else will we know who you want to fuck first?”
“But if you’re all here…?”
“It’s a good thing,” I tell her. “Once I’ve deflowered you, you’ll still be hungry. Then my brothers will step in and help.”
January realizes she’s touching herself and pins her hands to her sides. “Please don’t make me do that.”
“I won’t make you do anything,bella. You’ll be insatiable. Four men might not be enough.”
“No….” Her voice is a breathy moan. She sounds like she already has a tongue between her legs.
My cock is hard as a spike. How much longer will it be before I can take her?
Doc puts his drink on the carpet. “Do your nipples hurt, Tesorina? Do you want me to suck them again?”
Longing pierces January’s face like the sun through a cloud.
Doc smiles, the hard, intense smile that broke a hundred schoolgirl hearts. “Come here, baby. I’ll make it all better.”
She shifts on her heels and for a moment I freeze, sure she’s about to go to him. But then she whips her head from side to side. “No. I can’t… Not my first time. Not with… all of you.”
She’s not denying it’ll happen. She must already feel it. Already know it’s too late. When I rubbed my shoe against her pussy she wanted to be fucked then and there. But she’s been raised a good girl and it’s hard for her to admit she wants sex, even to herself. Now her first time will be with four men, and she’ll love every second of it even if she hates herself afterward. But then if she wanted to be with one man, she should have chosen me.
“Yes, with all of us,” I say. “But don’t worry,bella. When we parcel you off to Naples, I’ll tell my cousin you’re as pure as snow. Your future husband will—”
Doc shoots me a furious look. “Shut the fuck up, Morelli.”
He has a point. Why overload her pretty, overstimulated mind? I smile at January. “Focus on how you feel. Embrace it.”
She closes her eyes, her pouty lips parting in a silent plea.
I stare between her legs. A dark patch is spreading across the material. I can only imagine how soft and swollen her cunt is. I’ve taken Orchard, but the effect on men is a faint hum of what it does to women. A chromosomal thing, Doc thinks, but that’s another guess.
“Oh my gosssssh,” January whimpers, her palms working up and down her thighs.
She’s so beautiful, writhing golden in the firelight. A million perfect photographs in motion. But still she doesn’t come for any of us.
Doc rolls his head back along the couch. “Fucking hell this is taking forever.”
I clear my throat to make sure I don’t sound like a gasping idiot. “She’s stronger than I gave her credit for.”
“We should have taken bets on how long she’ll take to crack.”
“There’s still time.” I check my watch. “A thousand says she doesn’t last another five minutes.”
Doc picks up his vodka and finishes it. “Eight. She’s got nothing left in the tank. What about you, Basher?”
“Six.”
I smile. “Always splitting the difference. Rossi?”
Adriano face is half-hidden in shadow. “Twenty minutes.”
Doc snorts. “Twenty? Have you hit your head and forgotten how Orchard works?”
