Page 179 of The Ache That Stayed

Marcello gripped the sorry excuse of her thong and ripped it before slipping off his sweats too. I peeled the nightgown from her body while Marcello’s fingers traced slow circles on her clit, parting her as a rough sound left his throat. Roxanne bit her lip and let out a low moan as her breathing changed.

“Madonna…” he muttered. “You’re fucking soaked, amore.”

His palm came down sharply against her ass. The crack echoed through the room.

Roxanne arched helplessly beneath the sting before her mouth finally wrapped around my cock. Slow at first. Base to tip, her tongue circling the swollen head before she licked away the precum. My head hit the headboard with a dull thud as I swore under my breath, my grip tightening in her hair before I forced myself to loosen it again. Marcello gathered her hair at the nape of her neck, steadying her, as he tilted her head back slightly. That angle pushed me deeper into her throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured roughly against her ear. “Falling apart for both of us.”

Another stroke between her legs before he dragged his fingers higher, collecting the slickness between her thighs before bringing it to his mouth. The second he tasted her, he lost the restraint he’d been having with himself.

“Si ‘mbriacanti…” he said roughly under his breath.

(You’re intoxicating)

And fuck—something about hearing that in Marcello’s voice while Roxanne was on her knees between us made my cock jerk harder in her mouth. She moaned around my cock instantly, the vibration nearly making me lose my fucking mind right there.

Another finger slid lower this time, teasing her, circling her ass briefly before he slowly pushed inside.

Roxanne jolted between us, a broken moan vibrating around my cock as her body tried to process too much sensation at once.

“Fuck.” I hissed.

Marcello gripped her hip harder before driving into her in one brutal thrust, rocking her forward into me. Her nails dug into my thighs as she used me to steady herself. His finger was moving in and out of her slowly while her thighs trembled.

“There she is,” he muttered roughly, thrusting. “Always so fucking responsive.” Another thrust. “That’s our girl.”

She moaned around me instantly before trying to take me deeper. Her throat tightened suddenly around my cock before she gagged, tears spilling down her face hard enough to nearly send me over the edge.

“So fucking gorgeous when you fall apart,” I said through ragged breaths. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

She moaned around my cock again like she liked every second of this—every filthy second of being stretched between us.

My cock throbbed hard in her mouth. Pleasure hit her from too many directions at once, leaving her breathless and lost between us.

And fuck—I wanted more.

The room turned filthy fast. Whatever restraint we had left disappeared after that. Wet sounds. Broken breaths. The headboard slamming against the wall every time Marcello drove into her hard enough to push her further onto my cock.

Roxanne unravelled between us like she was trying to take everything we gave her and still couldn’t get enough. Her fingers tightened against my thighs as she took me again, slower this time, hollowing her cheeks, like she was savouring the sounds she pulled from both of us.

Once, this would’ve destroyed all of us. Now it felt like the only honest thing we had left.

“Cazzo, Volpi,” I groaned roughly. “Mi stai facennu impazziri.”

(Fuck, Volpi. You’re drive me crazy)

“She’s doing that thing again, isn’t she?” Marcello muttered roughly behind her, his grip tightening at her hips.

Roxanne looked over her shoulder toward Marcello and winked, then back at me, her expression softening into something unguarded, devastating and still wrecked with lust. She trusted us enough to fall apart between us. That fucked me up more than the sex did.

“Fuck,” Marcello grunted behind her. “Look what you do to him.”

I laughed roughly, gripping her jaw lightly.

“Like you’re doing any better.”