Page 21 of Stroke of Luck

“Oh, my king always takes such good care of me,” I pant as he gets me ready to take his cock.

Letting go of my cock, he nudges one finger into my ass, swirling the lube he’d poured over my entrance. I groan at the feeling of him adding a second finger, thrusting them deep and hard and making my legs shiver. Then he yanks out both of them, causing me to cry out at the loss.

“Get in the shower, dearest. It’s time I get you filthy before I clean you up,” Enzo whispers into my ear before he nips at the shell of it.

His words send fire through my veins, and I let the hold he has on my neck direct me where he wants me. In his shower he has a bar that I can hold on to, keeping my arms up in the air as I stand on my tippy-toes. I assume the position without being asked and peer at him over my shoulder. If I’d had any doubt he would change the way he felt about me now that he has his first love back, I don’t anymore. That man looks like he wants to eat me whole, and I'm more than happy to let him. The rain showerhead directly above us makes sure neither of us get cold as we enjoy our shower together.

Gripping my hips, Enzo nips and sucks at my neck as he rubs his silky cock along my ass crack. I wiggle back, trying to get him to hurry it up, but Enzo wants to take his time to enjoy me. The sex we had listening to Skyler in my room last night had been rough and quick, Enzo being unable to fight against his need to fuck someone who at that time was off limits—though I don’t hold it against him since I was just as turned on and frenzied as he was, happy to take his pent-up needs.

Finally tired of teasing me, I feel the blunt tip of his cock push at my entrance, and I back up right on it, taking him in faster than he wanted. A crack sounds, and the sting on my ass tells me what kind of mood he’s in. That’s fine. My brat energy is strong tonight after seeing Skyler pushing Othello’s buttons.

“Dearest, do you need to be taught a lesson?” Enzo growls, shoving me against the tiled wall and pinning me with his body so I can’t move.

“What would make you think that, my king?” I tease as I clench around him, causing him to hiss in my ear.

Enzo places a hand in the middle of my back and pulls out, followed by a few good slaps on each ass cheek— to the point I can feel the sting when he’s done. Then he thrusts two fingers in and finger fucks me until I'm thrashing against the wall, begging for him to let me come. Pulling his fingers out, he gives another round of spanking, causing me to let go of the bar so I can have my feet on the ground before my legs give out.

“Please, my king, I need to come. Please. I want your cock in me. I promise to be good,” I plead, gasping as I’m stuck right on the edge of coming.

Enzo grips my throat and pulls my head back to look at him with a pleased smile on his lips. “What a good boy you’re being, dearest. I think I shall let you come.”

“Thank you, my king, thank you,” I sigh, relaxing into him as he thrusts his cock balls deep into me.

Holding me by my neck, my back aligned with his chest, he pounds into me, causing me to cry out my pleasure, saying things I can’t even remember, I’m so lost in bliss.

Finally the moment comes, and my orgasm bursts through me as I coat the shower wall, but Enzo isn’t through with me yet. Bending me forward, he grips my hips and slams deep into me, growling his pleasure like the lion he is. Finally, with a roar of triumph, he plunges into me one last time, filling me with his hot seed, claiming his ownership over my ass once again. The sound of labored breathing fills the air as we revel in our moment together. Slowly, Enzo pulls out with a grunt before he turns me around and hugs me to him, kissing me ever so gently.

“Just think how much better that will be with Skyler involved. You think she might be up to pegging my ass? Or maybe yours?” I chuckle, squeezing Enzo’s ass and making him smile.

“I’ll think about it, but I think watching her take your ass would be hot as fuck.”

“That, I agree with. Wonder if she would use the tentacle dildo?”

After being shoved into the bathroom and the blanket ripped off of me, I turn to glare at Othello.

“Shower. Now. Make sure to wash and shave everything that needs it. Your first impression on society is a big deal,” Othello instructs. “I know you don’t care about all that stuff, but it’s a fact of life if you’re going to be my woman, and one day the queen of this empire alongside me. This gala is a fundraiser for the governor, and he is a close friend to the Lastra familia.”

“Oh, and is he that close that he’ll know if my pussy is shaved or not?” I challenge, not appreciating this side of Othello one bit.

He surges forward, gripping my jaw so I'm forced to meet his gaze. “Baby girl, if he even tries to look at you in a way I don’t like, I’ll kill him, friend or not. I thought I made it clear that no one but me, or the four men who live under this roof, are allowed to look at or touch you. Anyone else will be dead before they know what they did wrong.”

Hearing someone say they would kill another person just for looking at me shouldn’t be a turn on, but god it so is. The possessive look Othello’s giving me as he lets his eyes trail over my body sends shivers of lust over my body.

No, pull yourself together. You’ve slept with three people already today—calm the fuck down.

“Shower, before I decide that I’m not willing to wait to get another taste of your body,” Othello commands before leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Shaking myself out of this lust-filled stupor, I enter the shower and find everything I might possibly need in a little shower caddy on the bench. I can’t help but smile at that, but since I’ve already taken care of everything this morning, I pop on a shower cap and start to clean my body. As I run the loofa over my skin, I can’t help but remember the moments with Giorgi in the changing room or being together with Enzo and Paolo. I can tell by how sore I am that it’s been a while since I last indulged in such rigorous activities. Something tells me that won’t be a problem any more with these five men in my life.

Walking over to the sink, I find the same silk dressing gown I’d been given this morning and slip it on, shaking out my dreadlocks from the shower cap. As I try to open the bathroom door, I find it locked. Unsure if I'm just imagining it, I try again, but the knob doesn’t budge.

“Hello! What the fuck is going on? Why am I locked in the bathroom?!” I holler through the door.

Before I can back up fast enough, the door swings in, knocking me on my ass. Looking up, I scowl at Remo, who’s peering down at me with a questioning look on his face.

“You bellowed?”

“Why the fuck was I locked in the bathroom?”