Both men stare at me, eager, hungry for my touch, for my body, and it only takes me a second to decide my fate. To make my choice. Perhaps this was always the plan that fate had for me. Maybe this was always who I was meant to be. I’m happy with that thought.
I roll over and rise up to my knees, before leaning over to take Joeys’ cock in my hand. My fingers wrap around it and I squeeze gently, strumming it before reaching over and sliding my mouth over it. Joey grunts as I take him deeply into the back of my throat, my fingers playing with the sensitive skin near his balls. I suck him hard, sheathing my teeth with my lips as he holds my hair and fucks into my mouth, gliding slowing into me over and over. He’s slow at first, but his movements become more aggressive with each thrust.
I’ve never done this before, but I go with my instincts and do what comes natural to me, and it must be the right thing because unfathomably he seems to grow harder and bigger in my mouth. Joey grips my hair in his hands, fisting it in his grip as he thrusts over and over. My eyes water, but I open my throat, refusing to gag against the intrusion.
My body is still hypersensitive and tingling, my nipples like hard pebbles, as Sisco kneels behind me. I pause momentarily, Joey’s cock still deep within my mouth as Sisco reaches around to squeeze my nipples, and then I’m groaning as desire hums through me.
Sisco rubs his hands over my back and over my ass, playfully slapping my backside, and then as Joey slides his cock all the way to the back of my throat, Sisco lines himself up with my entrance and slowly pushes himself inside of me. I moan, a feral sound that comes from deep inside. I’m an animal, my baser desires flaring to life.
I’m full to the brim with Sisco and Joey, taking each of them to the hilt as they take it in turns to rock into me, their movements slow at first, as if not wanting to rush toward their own orgasm but instead wanting to enjoy every second of it with me. Joey speeds up first, his hips bucking faster and faster as his hands grip my hair tighter. I look up at him through my lashes, seeing his heady, hungry gaze on me. He seems mesmerized by me. His lips parted, his hair hanging to one side as I taste the first of his cum at the back of my throat, and he calls out my name as I milk him for every drop.
When he’s done, he slides himself out of my mouth and I drop to my elbows, raising my ass up higher, eager for my own release. Sisco begins fucking me harder and faster. His hand finds my ass as he squeezes and then slaps the cheeks. I grunt as the first flickers of an orgasm hit me before igniting like fireworks. Joey is running his hands through my hair and over my back as Sisco fucks me from behind, and when I think about it . . . really think about what is happening, and what has become of the pure, virginal princess that I once was, I come again with another loud scream, my pussy clenching around Sisco’s cock. He hisses, bending his body over mine, his arms wrapping around me. He kisses along my back, licking and nipping my flesh as his hips rock back and forth and then he kneels back up and grinding into me as he fills me to the hilt and comes with a loud roar.
I’m a whimpering, well-fucked wreck when he gently slides himself out of my sensitive body and I collapse onto my front. I’ve lost all ability to talk as Joey climbs onto the bed with me, pulling me to his chest. I lay my head there, my breath still coming in heaving pants, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Several moments pass and then Sisco climbs into bed too. I don’t have the energy to ask him what’s happening. He pulls the covers up to keep us all warm, and between these two men’s arms I fall into the deepest, most satisfied sleep of my life.
Chapter 10.
Dominic
“You need to go and see your father,” I say sternly, too sternly. The words feel like a bitter betrayal as they leave my mouth.
Natalia’s hair is still mussed around her face, her eyes still filled with tiredness. I see the confusion cross her face. The worry as she wonders if she’s done something wrong. Perhaps thinking of the previous night she spent with my brothers. I love that look on her face; both shame and hunger for more, and I would love nothing more than to fuck it off her face, but this isn’t the time for that and I hate the news I have to give her.
“Natalia, your father had another heart attack. He’s back in the hospital so we should leave immediately so that you can be with him.”
“My father?” she’s still tired from sleep but the realization slowly dawns on her and she gasps.
“Get dressed. I’ll meet you by the car,” I say and she leaves quickly.
I head out into the hallway, seeing the shadow of my mother heading towards the kitchen.
“Everything okay?” I call to her and she stops and turns to look at me.
She looks broken, like always, but there’s more clarity in her eyes today. She comes to me, pressing a strong hand to the side of my face.
“My beautiful boy,” she coos, and I reach up and take her hand in mine, before bringing it to my lips. I kiss the back of her hand and she smiles. Her eyes pierce me, her smile soft. “So handsome.” She leans over and presses a kiss to my cheek and then turns and leaves and I stare after her longingly.
Turning on my heel, I head to the limousine, and wait for Natalia there. Satisfied when she doesn’t keep me waiting long. A hungry smile flits to my face as she walks towards me, unable to hide the slight limp she has. Yes, Sisco and Joey definitely helped her settle into her new home last night.
I’ve already told Angelo, my driver and most trusted guard, where we will be going and he sets off as soon as the doors are closed.
It’s mid-afternoon, and I’d had one of my guards wake her. The last week had apparently taken its toll on my little mouse.
She hasn’t spoken yet, and I give her time to gather her thoughts as we ride in silence, her gaze outside while I can barely take my eyes off of her. Joey and Sisco are out dealing with the Russians again. Apparently, they weren’t quite done with our dealings yet and we have one more duty we have to take care of before our businesses can part ways. I hate it, but it’s necessary. I need to protect my family at all costs, and the Russians can’t be trusted.
Right now, I’m holding on to too many secrets for my liking, but like the Russians, they’re necessary to keep. At least for the moment.
I watch her carefully, wondering what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. She’s hard to read when she’s like this; closed off and lost in her own thoughts. I want nothing more than to tell her that it will be okay. That her father will pull through and all will be well in her world once again. But I can’t make that promise to her. I can’t take away her pain or her worry. The realization that I can’t control this situation for her, that I can’t protect her from the inevitable, is a bitter pill to swallow.
My cell rings when we’re two minutes from the hospital, and I answer it, listening carefully to the voice on the other end. When I hang up, I see that she’s watching me expectantly, beautiful wide eyes staring at me because she already knows what’s coming.
“He’s gone, isn’t he?” she says, her voice flat.
I could lie to her, but to what end. She’d find out in a matter of moments anyway.
I put my cell phone away and nod. “Yes, I’m afraid so, Natalia.”
