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I chew the inside of my cheek. “I’m still not sure…”
“Of course, you’re not sure.” Marco unleashes his devastatingly sexy smile. “You won’t know until you’ve tried.”
I blow out a breath. “If I don’t like it, you won’t hold it against me?” I can’t help feeling a little unnerved at the prospect. “I mean, we can still be friends?”
“Of course.” Alessio leans across the space between us and kisses me on the cheek.
“Here’s to us.” Marco lifts his glass. “To your enjoyment of us.” A brief smirk. “And here’s to our friendship.”
The three of us clink glasses just as our food arrives.
We fall into easy conversation while we eat. The risotto is delicious and I tell them so. They make me smile and laugh as they tell me stories of their travels, their work, their lives. In turn, I talk about growing up in Long Beach, my college courses, and my ambition for a career in a top LA gallery. I touch briefly on my parents’ car crash, and they express regret. Genuine regret. I can see it in their eyes.
I rub my belly as our waiter clears the first course. “I don’t think I can eat another mouthful.”
“The scampi aren’t filling.” Alessio’s forest green eyes crinkle at the corners. “But they are a taste sensation.”
He’s right, though I struggle getting the succulent sweet flesh off the shells.
“Use your fingers,” Marco suggests. “Everyone does.”
He picks up a shellfish and sucks on it, his eyes holding mine.
I do the same, pulling at the deliciousness with my teeth.
Alessio is staring at us, his gaze hungry.
Hungry for us.
We carry on eating, but conversation has dried up.
I can feel my nipples tingling and there’s an ache between my legs.
The chemistry between the three of us is off the charts.
“I’ll settle up,” Alessio’s voice croaks. “The sooner we get back to our place, the better.”
Marco and I can only nod.Chapter NineAlessioSefi retrieves her charged phone from the dashboard and Marco and I play with her tits and rub her crotch under the blanket as we sit at the back of the boat. Not enough to make her come, but enough to make her horny as hell. We kiss her, one after the other, sucking on her pouty lips.
Tentatively, she strokes our shafts and whispers, “I’ve never done anything like this before…”
“You’re doing great, bambina,” I tell her. “You’re a natural.”
Spray shoots up from the side of the boat as we speed toward the Grand Canal. Giorgio eases us into the dock at the side of Palazzo Lorrer, and not before time. The three of us are in a state of heightened sexual awareness, ready to blow at any minute.
“See you Monday morning,” Marco tells his boatman. “Buona domenica. Enjoy your Sunday off.”
“Grazie, Signore.”
We turn and Marco puts his arm around Sefi. I do likewise as we head up the short flight of stairs to the elevator. We could take her now, press the stop button and fuck her senseless.
But we don’t.
This needs to be perfect for her.
Unrushed and sensuous.
We go to our bedroom and I stand with Sefi on the wall-to-wall carpet.
“Do you agree for us to fuck you, bambina? We need your consent before we start.”
“I agree,” she breathes.
Marco starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. His grey eyes are fixed on mine. He reaches behind his head with one hand and grips the collar, pulling it over his head, revealing his impressive abs, his smooth well-defined chest and his muscled shoulders. His beautiful mouth curls into a smile.
I place myself behind Sefi and trail my fingers over the curves of her breasts, teasing them, kissing and sucking on the back of her neck while I run my hand down to the hem of her thick sweater. She lets out a sigh.
Marco is watching us, his erection a hard outline in his jeans.
I slide the soft wool up Sefi’s torso, over her smooth olive skin, and discard her pullover on a chair. Then I palm her tits, squeezing them under her black lace brassiere.
She emits a gasp of pleasure and grinds her ass against my rock-hard cock.
I unclip her bra, smiling as Marco ogles her pretty dark pink nipples. He lowers a hand to his crotch and rubs at his hardness.
Sefi leans against me, her head under my chin. I slide my hands over her flat stomach to find the button on her jeans. I unhook it and lower the zipper. “Look at Marco, bambina. See how hard he is?”
“I want to see his cock.” She pauses. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I just said that…”
“You heard her, amore,” I grunt.
Marco doesn’t hesitate. He removes his jeans and briefs, and I skim my eyes over the hardened perfection of his toned body.
He’s a fucking Adonis.
I glance down at Sefi, at her pebbled nipples. “I want to watch Marco slide his cock into your mouth, bambina. I want to watch him hold you in place while you suck him. But first I want you as naked as he is.”
