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Like hell she did.
She heard us fucking and couldn’t resist coming for a look.
I knew it. Knew she was a sexual person. My sixth sense never lies.
“We’re about to take a shower, Sefi. Would you like to join us?”
Her fingers twist together, and she rocks on her feet.
She stares at the floor, then lifts her eyes.
Her gaze is direct. Bold, even.
“Yeah, I was too tired to shower last night. That would be awesome.”Chapter SevenSefiI woke half an hour or so ago, my mind whirling with yesterday’s events. I wanted to talk to my sister. She’d have given me good advice. But I’d left my phone charger back at the apartment and my cell was out of juice.
Then the noises came through the wall. The groans loud and guttural. Animalistic.
They were fucking!!!
Oh, God, how I wanted to watch them.
The desire took me totally by surprise.
I felt a mixture of guilt and raw need.
My thighs fell open and, without thinking twice, I slipped my fingers between my legs.
I wondered if Alessio had pinned Marco to the bed, wondered if their fucking was as rough as it sounded.
My breath was shallow as I listened for more.
Did they realize I could hear them?
My imagination ran riot. What would it be like to be fucked by them? Would one of them take me while the other watched? Or would they fuck me together?
The idea set me on fire, and I could barely think, barely breathe.
My clit was burning under my fingers, my pussy needy as I slipped two digits inside. My thumb pressed down on my nub, teasing it into a buzzing frenzy. I rubbed my hand along my wet lips, feeling everything from the tingle around my entrance to the powerful ache at my clit.
I breathed in hard, short pants and arched my back. Heat spread from my knees to my waist. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I frigged myself faster and faster and crested the wave.
When I came down from the endorphin high, I heard Marco shouting how he wanted it deep.
A thrill tingled through me.
I thought about their proposal, thought about what it meant.
I’m only here for three months.
Either I hang out with Melody, who has a boyfriend back in England.
Or I have fun with Marco and Alessio.
Put like that, the choice seemed obvious.
Except, now, standing in the doorway of their room, I’m asking myself if I’ve totally lost my mind.
They’ve gotten out of bed and their giant cocks dangle and swing as they stalk toward me.
Their balls are heavy.
Their thighs are thick and powerful.
Their arms bulge with muscle.
The hills and valleys of their stomachs accentuate their six-pack abs.
I swallow, hard.
I’m tempted to run for my life.
But I don’t.
I take a step forward. Followed by another.
And then their arms are around me, and they’re kissing me, and it feels amazing.
Feels like I belong with them.
“Come, Sefi,” Marco says. “Let’s shower. Then we can have breakfast, go for a ride in my speedboat. I’d love to show you all there is to see in the Lagoon. We can discuss our proposal over lunch on the island of Burano. Va bene?”
“Va bene,” I agree, my heart in my mouth.
I’m about to take a shower with the hottest dudes I’ve seen in my life.
Their arms around me, they lead me into the bathroom. Alessio lifts the t-shirt off me and his hungry eyes are on me. “Sei bellissima, Sefi.”
Marco looks me up and down. “I agree. You are very beautiful.”
The shower cubicle is big, tiled with black and white marble, entirely built in. A bench-like seat has been fitted to one side and a long showerhead hangs from the ceiling. Jets along the walls slant toward the seat, and a second showerhead protrudes above the water temperature control panel.
I hug my arms around myself and sit.
Marco reaches up to a shelf and grabs bottles of shampoo, conditioner and body wash. He perches next to me and Alessio takes up position on the other side. Hot steam fills the air, billowing around us.
“Don’t cover yourself, bambina,” Alessio says, threading his fingers into my hair and gently massaging my scalp. “You should be proud of your body. It’s stunning.”
I close my eyes, and let the water beat down on me. “Uh huh…”
Marco starts working shampoo into my hair, lathering it thoroughly down to the tips. “Lean forward so the jets can rinse the shampoo away,” he orders.
I do as he asks, and the water streams down my spine. Alessio pours conditioner into the palms of his hands and begins to work it into my hair.
Marco squeezes out a sponge and applies body wash; he scrubs my back, over my shoulders and down my arms… everywhere he can reach. “Stand up for us, now, Sefi.”
Complying with his request, I open my eyes; he’s on his feet too, running the sponge down my body in a leisurely fashion. He pays attention to my breasts, sliding the sponge between them then over my nipples… making my entire body tingle. I lean my head back into the water, and moan with pleasure as it rinses off the conditioner.
