“They know about that, too! Bunch of nosy fucks who—”
I sit up on the bed and reach for the button on Lorenzo’s jeans. He trails off as I open his fly and lick the thick root of his cock.
“Why do you never wear underwear? You own underwear.”
He shrugs, giving me a lopsided grin. “Underwear is bullshit. You shouldn’t wear it either.”
Vinicius slides his hand down my ass and strokes my pussy from behind. “You are now freed from the tyranny of panties, kitten.”
“And what about you? Will you free yourself as well?” I happen to know that Vinicius only wears expensive designer underwear and I doubt he wants to give it up.
“I will for now,” he says, undressing quickly and getting onto the bed with me.
“I have to wear underwear or people stare.” Cassius nudges the outline of his semi through his pants.
“Yeah, yeah, we know you could stop traffic with that monster,” Salvatore says, shrugging out of his shirt. “Now quit talking about your cock and make yourself useful with it.”
I laugh as I watch them all bantering and undressing. There’s no need for Lorenzo to feel jealous. No other men could replace these four.
I end up in the middle of a cuddle pile with all of them touching and kissing me. Someone is licking me and someone else is pushing one thick finger in and out of me. I take one of their cocks in my mouth and find two more to rub up and down. There are so many hands on my body. All of them are hungry for attention and I feel myself gently but firmly pulled from one man to the next. Salvatore sinks into my pussy while I’m teasing the tip of Cassius’ cock with my tongue.
Then Vinicius pushes me onto my knees and thrusts into me from behind. Lorenzo’s hands are in my hair as he guides his cock into my mouth.
“I always love to see our girl covered in cum,” Lorenzo says. “Let’s finish that way.”
Salvatore’s eyes gleam. “Good idea.”
Someone has found my vibrator and I hear the buzz a moment before someone pushes me onto my back again and applies it to my clit. Heavenly sensations pour through me.
Suddenly there are four men kneeling over me while they work their hands furiously up and down their jutting cocks. I grasp Salvatore’s thigh and the underside of one of my own and hold on for dear life as the strong vibrations course through me.
I’m in the middle of an orgasm when I feel the first man come, striping my waist with his seed. I hear a groan that sounds like Vinicius’ and feel him spurt over my thighs.
“Fuck yes, make a mess of her,” Lorenzo says in a tight voice before coming with a gasp over my pussy.
When I open my eyes I see there’s just Cassius left, and he grabs one of my breasts, swearing in Italian before he shoots his cum all over my chest.
I glance down at myself, striped with shiny, wet ribbons. Cassius lays down on the bed beside me and clasps me against him, pressing kisses to my throat. The others collapse around us.
Lorenzo’s smile is feral as he looks at me in the midst of all their bodies, my face flushed from coming.
“Who do you belong to?” he demands.
I arch my back and stretch luxuriously, smiling as I touch their chests, their cheeks. “I’m all yours, my loves.”
16
Cassius
Life settles down for a while, as much as it can settle with the mayor on the news every night. Every time we see his face we remember that the Black Orchid Killer is roaming free with that man’s protection. Strangely, Christian “corpse-fucker” Galloway is still in the running, with his popularity neither growing nor shrinking.
Chiara has a new obstetrician, a woman, and we all go to every appointment with her and breathe down the doctor’s neck the entire time. She’s patient with Chiara and even more patient with us as we question everything she says and demand to know what this heart rate means and what that is on the ultrasound.
Every time I lay eyes on Chiara, I’m stunned by how beautiful she looks. Like a walking miracle with her glow and her baby bump. It’s a small bump, but it’s growing bigger every day.
One evening when she’s into her fourteenth week, I fit my hands over her belly from behind and nuzzle her neck. “Such a sweet little bump. Barely more than a handful.”
She smiles up at me. “We love being your handful.”
“Will you hide it for the fight tonight, or will you show it off?”
I’m taking Chiara out for the evening. My best cage fighter, Lasher, has a championship fight tonight and I want to introduce her to my other passion.
She covers my hands with hers and admires how we look. “I kind of want to show it off. What do you think?”
Very few people know that Chiara’s pregnant yet. She’ll be well protected tonight, by me and others. I plant a kiss on her mouth. “I want to show both of you off.”
“I’ll go and get ready, then,” she tells me with a smile.
Forty minutes later, Chiara comes downstairs with smoky eyes and red lips, wearing a tight black jersey dress with long sleeves and heavy gold earrings.
I smile slowly at her, my gaze raking her body. “Wow.”
“Cassius, you said wow. Since when do you say wow?”
“Seeing you has driven all words from my mind, both Italian and English. You’re stunning, bambina. Let’s go and show you off.”
I take Chiara by the hand and we head down to my car. As we emerge into the basement, Lorenzo comes out of the med room. His gaze instantly sharpens when he sees Chiara.
“Look at you. Hot as fuck and with your bump out. Come here.”
I watch Lorenzo as he pulls her into his arms and kisses her. One hand is in her curls and the other is squeezing her ass. She melts into his arms for a moment, and then breaks the kiss and turns back to me with a smile.
“Have fun tonight, princess.”
I neaten her lipstick with a swipe of my thumb and smooth her hair down. There. Perfect again.
“I will, thank you.”
“Don’t wait up, Lorenzo,” I say, still gazing at Chiara. “There’s a lot happening tonight.”
“I already checked on the itinerary. The pre-show. The fights. The afterparty.”
Lorenzo will have mapped out every minute that she’s out of his sight. “Did you make those extra arrangements I asked about?”
He’s staring at Chiara like he wants to devour her. “Of course. You two have fun.”
Oh, we will. It’s a beautiful clear night as we drive through the streets of Coldlake. We need to head through the city and into the east. The fight is being held in my territory.
“I’m surprised Lorenzo didn’t insist that he comes, too.”
“He won’t want to piss Zagreus off by attending one of Lasher’s fights. Lasher used to run Strife with the others.”
“I heard. It’s sad that they all had a falling out, and it makes me even happier that you and Lorenzo are getting along.”