Cool air kissed her exposed skin, shocking after all the body heat, sending sparks along her nerves. She was acutely aware of the slick warmth along her thighs, lingering evidence of Liam still inside her.
He positioned himself at her entrance—she was still dripping from Liam, still open—the blunt head of his cock pressing against her. Then he pushed inside in one smooth thrust. The angle was different from Liam's. He hit new places, pressure building against her front wall immediately. Her body gripped tight around him, adjusting.
"Fuck," Mateo groaned. "You feel incredible."
His breathing turned ragged almost immediately, low grunts each time he bottomed out inside her. She clenched around him. Then one hand slid up her spine. His hand hot against her skin, fingers splaying wide before tangling in her hair and pulling gently. The grip on her scalp sent tingles down her neck, the slight burn where he tugged making her arch further.
The other hand moved lower.
His thumb, slick with lube, circled her asshole. The lube was cool against her heated skin, the contrast making her shiver. She felt the pad of his thumb pressing, testing, circling the tight ring of muscle.
Then his thumb pressed inside, slowly and carefully, and April moaned. The initial burn made her tense, her body instinctively resisting the intrusion, but he didn't push harder, only held steady pressure until her muscles yielded and let him breach her.
But then he was inside, and the dual sensation sent sparks up her spine—his cock pounding into her pussy, his thumb breaching her ass. She could feel both penetrations, filling her until she couldn't separate them. Her stomach braced, pulling tighter with each thrust.
"Oh god—"
"That's it, cara," his voice rough, his rhythm never faltering even as his thumb worked deeper into her ass. "Let me hear you."
The burn faded into something fuller. Deeper. Nerve endings she didn't know she had lit up.
Don Dante appeared in front of her, hard and watching her with those dark, calculating eyes.
"May I?" he asked, his voice formal even now.
The head of his cock brushed against her mouth, smooth and body-hot, a bead of pre-cum salty on her lips. She opened for him, tongue positioning automatically, jaw stretching to accommodate his girth as he slid inside, his weight settling on her tongue and his taste spreading through her mouth.
She adjusted her breathing, inhaling through her nose as he filled her, while Mateo fucked her from behind, deep, satisfying strokes that made her body acknowledge its own hunger.
Mateo's hand came up, reaching over her back.
Don Dante looked at it. Looked at Mateo.
Mateo grinned and raised his hand higher.
Don Dante's expression shifted to reluctant amusement, and he reached over her bent body to slap Mateo's palm.
"Eiffel tower!" Jax called from across the room.
"Shut up, Jax," Dante and Mateo said in unison. But they were both grinning now, moving in sync.
Mateo's thumb pressed deeper in her ass, his cock hitting that spot inside her and white sparks scattered across her vision. The pressure built from everywhere. His thumb stretching her. Hiscock pounding that perfect angle. Then his other hand found her clit, and she was going to come again, already, and—
Her orgasm broke open—hungry and hers. Her body convulsed around both of them, inner walls clenching rhythmically around Mateo's cock, her ass tightening around his thumb. She cried out around Don Dante's cock, the sound muffled and desperate.
Mateo followed immediately, groaning as he buried himself deep, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
Don Dante's rhythm shifted. His hand came to her hair and his breathing roughened as his hips pushed forward. She felt him swell on her tongue, felt the tension coil through his grip on her hair, and then he was coming—hot and salt, flooding her mouth. She swallowed around him and he let out a low groan. He stayed there for a moment, softening against her tongue, before he withdrew carefully and cursed in Italian.
They held her there for a moment, all three of them breathing hard.
Mateo slid his thumb out carefully, the absence almost as intense as the penetration. Then his arms came around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest. His heart hammered against her back, his breathing still ragged against her neck, his cock still inside her, softening but not yet withdrawn.
April's body felt different than it had after Liam. Not just wrung out—fed. Warm all the way through, like she'd been left in the sun. Her muscles had gone languid. The kind that didn't want to move because staying here, folded against Mateo's chest with his hands still mapping her waist, felt better than standing ever would.
She felt full. Sated. Known. Being chosen. Being greedy and getting exactly what she'd asked for.
Mateo pressed another kiss to her temple, and she felt him smile against her skin.
