Page 19 of Stroke of Luck

Enzo ignores me and marches his way upstairs, plopping me on his bed before he looms over me. “You don’t cry, skittles, not in front of people you don’t know. He had to have done something to upset you. Now. Tell. Me. What. Happened.”

My heart surges at the fact that this man, that I’ve secretly loved since I met him, is actually worried about me. Then I remember it’s been eight years since I’ve seen him and he dropped me like a day old newspaper.

“You know what? Fuck you, Enzo. I’m not going to tell you shit!” I yell at him, trying to roll away, but he grips my hips and drags me under him so he can trap my legs with his.

“Not gonna happen, skittles. You can be as pissed at me as you want—I deserve that—but you’re ours now, and I’ll be damned if I let anything get in between us again.”

I pause at his words, looking up at him, confused. “What the hell are you talking about? You have a boyfriend that you love and a boss whose word is law around here. You forgot me, Enzo, why the fuck should I care what comes between us when you already broke us?!”

Before I can react, Enzo’s hand grips my hair, holding me still as he cups my face and steals the words I was about to say. I fight against him, but he holds firm as he consumes me with his kiss, letting his hips lower so I can feel just how much this is turning him on. When I stop fighting against him, he lifts his head just enough to look me in the eye.

“Skyler Leto, you are impossible to forget. There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t thought of you, wishing that our lives had been different and I hadn’t needed to leave you. Then, as if the universe finally heard my plea, it gave me a second chance and I almost fucked it up again. One day you may marry Othello, but let there be no mistake that you were mine first, and I’m not going anywhere this time,” Enzo declares, his eyes burning with need and desperation.

“What about Paolo?” I press, trying to keep my head in the game when all I want to do is surrender to him. I’m not a lovesick child anymore, and there is no way in hell that I'm going to let him play with my heart a second time.

“What do you say, dearest? You willing to let Skyler be our third?” Enzo asks, not looking up, so I peer around his shoulder. Sure enough, Paolo is standing there, leaning over the railing and looking down at us with a massive grin on his face.

He doesn’t answer right away, descending and crawling up on the bed to where Enzo and I are. “My king, you have to ask? I don’t jump into filthy rivers for just anyone, after all. If our little firefly is willing to share herself with us, it’s only fair that we share each other, don’t you agree?”

Enzo looks up at Paolo with just as much need as he just showed me. Reaching out, he grabs Paolo’s jaw and pulls him to his lips, devouring him right above me. If I hadn’t already been fighting my libido with Enzo’s dick pressed up against my stomach, this would have set me on fire. Paolo whimpers as he melts under Enzo’s dominance while he lets his hands trail down Enzo’s chest, unbuttoning as he goes. Not wanting to feel left out, I pull Enzo’s shirt from his pants so Paolo can pull it off of him as I work on the belt and pants. Enzo seems to have other plans though, and soon Paolo is shirtless and sprawled out next to me, Enzo looming over both of us.

“Would you look at the feast I’m about to have,” Enzo murmurs as he lets his gaze wander over us. “Only problem is skittles here has far too much clothing on for my liking. Dearest, why don’t you help her out of her top, while I work on the bottom.”

Paolo sits up and turns to me, his eyes heavy lidded as he slides in behind me, lifting me so I'm leaning against his chest. He lets his hands trail down my arms as he kisses along my neck, making me moan at his attention. Gripping the bottom of my shirt, he pulls up, trapping me on the inside of my shirt, face covered as he lets his hands wander over my bare skin. He skillfully unhooks my bra, pushing the fabric up so he has access to my breasts. Kneading them with his hands, he bends over and sucks one nipple into his mouth as he flicks the other with his finger, causing me to thrash under his attention. Enzo holds my hips firmly as he hooks his finger around the top of my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear before he settles between my legs.

“Dearest, it seems we aren’t the first ones to be enjoying her body today,” Enzo comments as he kisses the inside of my thigh close to my center. “Could it be that young Giorgio got there before all of us? Unless Othello has already marked his territory?”

“He hasn’t fucking earned that from me yet,” I snap, fighting against their hold as I try to get the shirt off my face.

Enzo hums, the sensation causing me to gasp with it so close to my clit. “No, I didn’t think so. Was Giorgio not good enough? Was that why you were crying when I found you?”

He seriously isn’t going to let this go, is he?

“I had a flashback while we were shopping and I mistook a woman for someone very important to me. Giorgi was sweet and wonderful, promising to make sure we found them. That’s what made me tear up,” I explain with a huff. “You know, this is really killing the mood.”

Paolo chuckles as he plucks at both of my nipples, causing me to squirm. “We can’t have that now can we, my king?”

“No, we cannot. You’re lucky, skittles, that I don’t mind a little cum left where I plan to eat,” Enzo shares before his tongue runs over my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I moan.

Paolo leans in and whispers, “Don’t worry, we will.”

Then Enzo really gets to work, delving into me like he’s a starved man and I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. Writhing with the sensations happening all over my body and unable to see them coming, I’m surprised when my first orgasm barrels into me, causing me to cry out and arch off the bed.

“Paolo, please, I need to taste you,” I beg, trying to wrestle my shirt off.

Moments later I'm free and laid bare to both of them, and somewhere in the mix, both of them have shed the last of their clothing. Paolo kneels beside me, his cock bobbing in front of my face, precum already glistening at the tip and dripping off his prince albert piercing. My gaze flicks up to his, and he just cocks a brow at me, causing me to grin up at him before I grasp his cock in my hand and run my thumb over the tip.

“Looky here, you have a present for me,” I tease before I licked the precum off the jewelry, making Paolo thrust toward me.

Just when I'm going to take him into my mouth, Enzo flips me over so I'm on my stomach. “Don’t tease him too much. We don’t have long before Othello will come to get you.”

“He can wait until we’re finished,” I say, waving off his concern.

Enzo bends down and kisses the middle of my back. “Woman, you were born to be trouble of the best kind, but Othello has no problem dragging you off my dick to get you ready for this gala. Let’s not waste the time we have. Besides, we have the rest of our lives to explore all the options we have.”

Opening my mouth to argue, I'm cut off when Paolo lunges forward, filling the space. I glare up at him, but he just winks and grips the back of my head, encouraging me to get on with it. Enzo lifts me up and sinks into me in one smooth movement, making me moan around Paolo’s dick, causing him to do the same in return. Soon we find our rhythm, and I let Enzo’s thrusts time when I go down on Paolo so it’s like Enzo is fucking him through me. Both men aren’t shy about sharing how they feel about what’s going down, letting me know why they enjoy my private session so much.