Cassius kisses my throat and murmurs in my ear, “Who, us? Lorenzo and I are the best of friends. Let us show you.”
He lifts me up onto the counter, pulls my panties down my legs and spreads me open, his eyes gleaming as he lowers his head to lick me. Unable to resist, I lean back on my hands. I could tell Cassius’ tongue from any of the others’ by feel alone. Strong, insistent swipes that taste me as much as they give me pleasure.
“I’m aching to fuck you, bambina. You’re all I could think about while I was locked out. It was torture.”
“Let me help you, best friend.” Lorenzo picks me up from behind with his arms hooked underneath my knees and holds me open. With his back against the counter, he waits while Cassius undresses.
I hold onto Cassius’ shoulders as he steps toward me, his thickened cock in his hand. With a kiss, he thrusts himself home, and I’m pushed back into Lorenzo.
Lorenzo groans, the sound vibrating through my chest. “I could watch you getting fucked all day, princess.”
We both watch Cassius’ generous girth disappearing inside me.
“You still think you could both fuck me at the same time?” I gasp between thrusts.
I’m supported by Cassius’ arms and so Lorenzo is able to let go of one of my thighs and his fingers find my clit. His devilish voice is in my ear. “You’re getting wetter at just the suggestion. You want this so bad.”
Just as I’m getting close to coming, Lorenzo stops touching me. He does this over and over until I’m panting in frustration. “Just let me come, please.”
“Not like this. Let’s go upstairs.”
Cassius helps me to my feet and we walk naked through the house and upstairs to Lorenzo’s room.
“Get her on top like you love to do,” Lorenzo says.
But Cassius is already on it, laying back on Lorenzo’s bed and pulling me on top of him. This feels even more deviant than taking both Salvatore and Vinicius in my ass and pussy, because I could get pregnant this way.
I feel Lorenzo behind me and he has a bottle of lube in his hand that he’s applying to his cock. Cassius slows his thrusts and I feel the head of Lorenzo’s cock pushing at my entrance. He’s squeezes hard and it feels impossible, but then an inch or so of him slips inside me.
My head tips back and I groan. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”
“Just you wait. Relax now, princess, and let us fuck you.”
With every slow stroke of Cassius’ cock, Lorenzo works himself deeper.
“That’s so fucking tight, both of us jammed into you like this,” he whispers in my ear.
So full.
Too much but just perfect.
Cassius and Lorenzo move together in unison, slow thrusts that have me nearly blacking out from pleasure. I turn my head and watch us in the mirror, my body supported by strong arms, my men breathing hard, their cocks wet and shiny as they slowly push into me and out again.
“Does it feel weird that your dicks are rubbing together?”
“Inside you, it’s perfect,” Lorenzo says.
Cassius’ head falls back and he groans. “We’re going to nut in you at the same time, bambina. I hope you like it messy.”
“You know she does.”
I moan and reach down between my legs to rub my clit. I’m so close after all Lorenzo’s edging and I’m so overstimulated that I barely need to stroke myself before I feel my orgasm rising up like a tidal wave.
Lorenzo says through clenched teeth, “Cassius, I’m going to blow. Do I need to stop or—”
Beneath me, Cassius’ body is hotter than a furnace and every muscle is straining. “Fuck, no, holy fucking hell, Chiara.”
In unison, they thrust deeper, hands clenching my arms and waist as they climax, driving my own peak higher. We collapse against each other in a panting, sweating heap.
Cassius supports my body in his hands as they draw out of me. Lorenzo groans and flops down on the bed. I lower myself on rubbery arms and wriggle between them.
“I can’t believe you both made that work. If my baby has a fiery temper, blue eyes, black hair, and a taste for good Italian food, I’ll know why.”
I glance between Cassius and Lorenzo, and both of them are smiling with their eyes closed.
“I’m glad you two are friends again.”
Lorenzo grins. “When were we not? We’re best of fucking friends.”
“Completamente giusto,” Cassius murmurs sleepily. Exactly right.
Snuggled between them, it’s hard to believe they were shouting at each other a short time ago. I reach up and touch both their jaws. “I have one small request. I want you to say one nice thing about each other.”
“I said like ten nice things about his dick earlier,” Lorenzo replies, and Cassius laughs softly. “Doesn’t that count?”
“You did, but there’s more to you both than your dicks.”
He glances at Cassius, and I hold my breath, wondering if he’s about to wind the Italian man up again. “Sure, princess. If it’s what you want. Cassius isn’t happy unless the people he loves are happy and safe. The syndicate. You. The dancers in his clubs and everyone in between. No one’s beneath his notice.”
I smile and thread my fingers through his hair. “That’s beautiful and so true.”
Cassius still has his eyes closed. “I’ve never met a man more loyal than Lorenzo. He would never let us or anyone on his team down, and he would never think of looking at a woman who isn’t you.” He opens one eye. “But don’t lock my woman away from me ever again, or I’ll punch your fucking teeth out.”
“Got it.” Lorenzo raises a brow at me. “Are you happy now?”
I snuggle down between my two handsome men, a huge smile on my face. “Happier than you could know.”
“You’d better look after those cuts on her thigh, Lorenzo.”
He strokes my hair back from my face. Taking care of these cuts seems like half the satisfaction for him. “I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry.” He rubs his thumb over my lips. “Say thank you to Cassius for worrying about you.”
“Thank you, Cassius.”
“Three cuts…and she held so still. Her pretty blood dripped down her leg as I fucked her. No complaints as I cleaned her up. So brave, our princess.”
Cassius’ face relaxes into a smile. “Of course she was.”
11
Vinicius
“Do you really think this is going to work?” Thane asks.
I sigh as I make a left-hand turn. On the other end of the line, Thane is silent, waiting for me to reply. “I don’t know, but it’s the only plan I’ve got.”
“It sounds like a suicide mission,” he mutters. “Do you want me there with you?”
Even if we took off all his jewelry and put him into normal clothes, Thane would still be Thane. Tall and as ominous as a raven. “Thanks for the offer, but you don’t blend in and you can’t act normal.”
“Fair. Bye.” He hangs up.
That’s one part of the plan put in place. Now for the hard part.