My cock throbbed in confirmation, just at the mention of her pussy. It looked like I didn’t need to have any sex. I needed to makethat Bianca bitchsuck me dry and ask for more, scream my name for the whole country to hear as her tight little pussy came hard around my cock.
Even if she looked at me like I was the scum of earth.
What the fuck? What was it with Bianca Zanetti that made her the obsession of the Lanza twins’ cocks?
A knock on my cabin door snatched me out of my ridiculous thoughts. “Avanti,” I said.
“Scusi, Signor.” A flight attendant popped in, half of her tight blouse open, her tits on display, and an exaggerated, inviting smile on her face. “We’re landing in thirty minutes. Is there anything I can get you or do for you before we land?”
“Grazie. I’m gonna sleep.” I practically pushed her out and shut the door, cursing at myself in my head.
When I arrived home, it was about five in the morning. Bianca and Mario were fast asleep, the baby in his open crib, her arm cuddling him. She looked different in her sleep without me in the bed. No hitch to her brows, no rapid movement of her eyeballs under the lids, her breath even with a relaxed rhythm…
I might sound like a creep, but I did watch her in her sleep sometimes. Not in the sweet way husbands or boyfriends did with their women. I just needed to make sure she was there and wasn’t planning on doing something stupid like killing me in my sleep or running away again.
Later…it grew on me, waking up to her…and the baby.
Obviously, the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. The only time she could relax in her sleep was when I wasn’t there.
I kicked off my clothes and jumped in the shower quickly. Then I went straight to bed, naked. I didn’t want to risk waking…the baby…while I looked for underwear. I was used to sleeping in the nude. I only put on some underwear since I shared a bed with her to spare myself another fight.
Sliding under the sheets, I didn’t bother building her pillow barricade. We’d both seen each other naked, and we fucking fucked. I gave her my back and closed my eyes.
“Cosimo,” she murmured.
My eyes snapped open, and I tilted my head to the side to see if she was still asleep.
A little purr and a quiet moan came out of her mouth as she stirred to my side, her eyes closed. She was dreaming. Of Cosimo. It wasn’t hard to guess what they were doing.
She rolled over, taking three quarters of the bed, unaware of my return. Tiny, little thing that she was, it didn’t seem possible she’d take all that space, and yet there she was.
Her scent hit me, another moan, louder than the one before, slipping out. My cock throbbed.
Merda.
She stirred again, but this time she went too far. Her tits pressed flush to my back. Firecrackers went off underneath my skin, every nerve coming to life at once.
She murmured his name again, and I just… Fuck this shit. She was having a wet dream, starring another man—my own brother. I couldn’t just lie there and let her… This was too fucked up even for me. I tried to shift away, but I was right at the edge of the mattress.
“Oh, Cosimo.” She flung an arm over my chest.
Cazzo! That…felt so fucking good.
For a second, I closed my eyes, enjoying myself. Her tits pushed against my back, her warm legs level with mine, her arm hugging my chest…while she thought I was my brother.
Cazzo. Cazzo! I should get up or wake her up. I couldn’t let her drape herself over me like this when she wasn’t aware it was me, could I?
She fucking moaned again. This time the sound she made was pure sex. My balls swelled so tight it hurt. Her fingernails raked along my bare chest. Another breathy noise escaped her parted lips.
So that’s how she sounds when she’s hot for a man…that’s what her willing touch feels like.I held my breath, my restraint stretched to the point of snapping.
My brother was fucking her in her sleep, and I—her husband, the one who was actually in her bed, alive, hard and aching for her pussy—was the one left with a painful erection and a bad case of blue balls.
I had to wake her, but not because it was the right thing to do to end up this fucked up mess. Why should I let her have her pleasure when she wouldn’t give me mine?
I rolled over so that my face was to hers. My movement jostled her. “Hey.” The piercing need in my blood echoed in my voice. “Bianca—“
Her eyelids fluttered, and her legs… Her thighs opened up, her nightgown hiked to her hips, her panties pale blue, and her knee slid over my leg. The sudden hot, damp pressure at my hip punched all the air out of my lungs. She rubbed up against me like a cat in heat, mewling nearly as loudly, her pussy on fire.
