He shrugs. “I’m the one who fucks.”
I roll my eyes and shoot Chiara a look. “Lorenzo’s too alpha to take it in the ass, kitten.”
Lorenzo turns to us in front of the bed and folds his arms, his gaze narrowed. “You’re damn right I am. But not for the reasons you’re thinking.”
“What reasons, then?” Chiara asks.
“If I’m doing the fucking, I can keep an eye on things. Eyes open. Brain switched on. The one getting fucked always has their eyes closed and they get lost in it. They’re fucking useless.”
Chiara bursts out laughing. “Useless at what?”
“Looking for danger. Intruders. Anyone not having a good time. You think I’m thinking about just my dick when we’re all screwing you, princess?”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, but…” Chiara and I exchange glances, and she turns to him with a smile. “Seeing as we’re safe in Vinicius’ loft and the baby is asleep, will you relax long enough to let go for a little while?”
He stares at her, and then the corner of his mouth twitches. “Maybe.”
She walks her fingers up his chest. “Would you like Vinicius to rail you senseless while I go down on you?”
He smiles wider, and then holds his hand out to me. “Give me your poppers.”
I retrieve them from a drawer and slap them into his palm. “Enjoy.”
He unscrews the cap, pinches off a nostril, and inhales sharply.
“You haven’t even taken all your clothes off yet,” I point out.
He tilts his head back and groans. “I just like the way it feels. If I’m going to let go I may as well do it properly.”
My eyes lock onto the muscles of his throat as he arches his neck. God, he’s sexy. Chiara helps him out of his jeans while I peel the leggings down her legs.
Lorenzo takes Chiara by the chin and tilts her face up to his for a kiss. “Sure you don’t want me to fuck you first?”
She glances at the baby monitor and shakes her head. “You relax. I’ll go if he cries.”
“Whatever you want, princess. Let me go down on you, though.” Lorenzo kneels down on the floor and pats the mattress. “Spread your legs for me.”
She does as he asks, but she glances down at the floor. “If Vinicius fucks you there, you’re going to get rug burn on your knees.”
“Good. Fuck me up.” He pats the spot next to her on the mattress and then looks at me. “I want to go down on you, too.”
Chiara and I sit pressed against each other, and I watch as he licks first her, then me. He hooks one of her legs over his shoulder and one of mine over the other. He takes me deep into his mouth and pushes me to the back of his throat, and I groan. He sits up long enough to push two fingers into Chiara.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and goes back to blowing me.
Her eyes pop open. “Wait, weren’t we supposed to be topping him?”
Chiara and I are both leaning back on our hands while Lorenzo sucks me and pounds her with her fingers.
“Oh, yeah. How does he do that?”
Lorenzo starts to laugh around my cock, his shoulders shaking as I draw him up and off me. He’s kneeling at our feet, a mischievous smile on his face. “I do it because you two are just so fucking easy to top, even from down here.”
“Are we?” Chiara asks me.
“We are. Look at us.” But I get to my feet and reach for the lube while Lorenzo goes back to going down on her. I watch them for a moment, their golden hair, her gentle beauty, and his savage good looks. I drip lube down Lorenzo’s ass, and he shivers at the cold. When I push one finger slowly into him, he lifts his head, his eyes closing.
His grip on my finger is intense. Fuck, yes, I need to be inside him. I replace my finger with the head of my cock, pausing to give him a moment before surging deeper.
“Go slow, I’m not used to—” He groans and buries his face in Chiara’s thigh. “Fuck. Me.”
I exchange glances with Chiara. We never get to see Lorenzo like this. It’s fucking beautiful.
Chiara threads her fingers through his hair. “Look at you getting fucked in the ass, you dirty cockslut. You love that, don’t you?”
Lorenzo gives an unintelligible answer. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are almost closed. He goes back to licking Chiara, his movements clumsy but persistent. I hold onto his hips, loving the way the muscles of his back bunch and flex. He’s stretched tight around my cock, a grip so delicious that I can’t help but pound him harder.
“Kitten, you’re going to come in a moment, aren’t you?”
Her teeth are sunk into her lower lip and she nods rapidly, staring at Lorenzo.
“Good girl,” I purr. I need her help with Lorenzo and I slow down my thrusts, letting him concentrate on getting her off.
She tips her head back with a wail and arches her back, breasts thrust upward.
When she relaxes, panting for breath, I tell her, “Kitten, come down here and stroke him for me, nice and slow.”
Chiara nestles on the carpet beside Lorenzo and takes his cock in her hand. “You’re rock hard and leaking pre-cum,” she tells him. “You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
He buries his face in the mattress. “Yes. Fuck. You two are going to make me lose my fucking mind.”
She plays her fingers over the muscles of his back and his tattoos, and then reaches down to cup his balls, rubbing them gently as she keeps pumping his cock up and down.
Lorenzo is breathing hard and bracing his knees against the carpet so I can pound him harder. I’m so used to Chiara’s slender frame that Lorenzo’s body feels like heavy machinery.
He comes with a shout, his body flooding with heat as his muscles clench in pleasure. The sight is so beautiful that it drives me over the edge as well.
When I lift my head, Chiara is sitting up and pressing kisses to Lorenzo’s chest. I ease out of him and he wraps his arms around her and they go tumbling onto the carpet.
I leave them lying there and go take a shower. When I come back, Chiara’s alone on the bed, and I get beneath the blankets and cuddle her.
“Where’s Lorenzo?”
“Bathroom? Baby?” She doesn’t open her eyes as she snuggles into me. Between broken night’s sleep, breastfeeding, and training with Cassius, she’s exhausted.
Sometime later, we’re roused by Lorenzo shaking our shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day. I want to go out into the countryside. Can you two move?”
“Mm, do we have to?” I mumble.
“Yeah, you fucking have to. Get up. I’ve got the baby. We’re going out.”
I crack open an eye in time to see Lorenzo, dressed in jeans, pulling a T-shirt over his head and disappearing out the door. Just because it’s a beautiful day doesn’t mean he has to deprive us of sleep.
“That man is a sadist,” Chiara says, burrowing into my chest. “We could just ignore him and sleep.”
“Wanna bet?” I say, pushing myself upright. Lorenzo never wants much, but when he does, he’s a pain in the ass until he gets his way.
We get dressed and pile into his 4WD, and he takes us to the freeway heading southwest.