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Alessio bends to kiss me, leaning forwards, his arms on each side. His kiss is deep, and our tongues twist together. He pulls back and starts fucking me again, his pelvis pumping. “You have the sweetest,” he thrusts, “the tightest,” he shoves harder, “the most fuckable,” and even harder, “pussy I’ve ever been in.”
His words send a shiver through me and I mewl with pleasure. I lift my hands to touch his close-cropped beard, and our eyes lock.
He slows down, teasing me.
“Faster, please, faster,” I whimper.
“Sefi is begging so sweetly. Give her what she wants,” Marco grunts from behind.
Alessio drops his head between my neck and shoulders and starts fucking me like an animal. Deep, hard, fast thrusts that pound me into Marco.
A rocketing surge of heat and I’m there.
Wave after wave of electrical currents.
Every cell in my body zings.
Alessio lifts his face and kisses me. And then he raises himself to kiss Marco. Strong, masculine kisses that make my belly flutter.
The three of us fall back on the bed, our breathing ragged. The musky scent of sex fills the air and our bodies glisten with sweat.
Marco bends to kiss me on the forehead. “Well done, Sefi. You were awesome. We’re so proud of you.”
“Good, clean fun,” Alessio adds. He strokes his finger down my cheek. “Next time, if you agree, we can be filthier.”
My heart thuds. “What do you mean?”
“Have you ever tried anal, bambina?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
My ex and I were strictly missionary, but I won’t admit to that.
“We’d prep you well beforehand, Sefi.” Marco’s voice purrs. “You’ll love it.”
“I will?”
Alessio’s forest green eyes twinkle and he waggles his dark eyebrows. “We’re experts in anal, as you can imagine.”
I lick my lips, picturing them fucking. “Yeah...”
“So, what do you say?” he urges. “If you don’t want to, then we’ll respect your wishes of course.”
“I’ll think about it,” I say. “But now, I really should get back to my apartment.” I kiss their cheeks. “I’ve had a great time with you both today…”
Marco holds me in his gaze. “It will be the first of many great times, I hope.”
I catch the uncertainty in his expression.
He’s worried the thought of anal has put me off.
“I hope so too,” I reassure him, swinging my legs from the bed.
I’m suddenly overwhelmed.
I need some time on my own to think things through.
And I really need to speak with my sis.Chapter ElevenMarcoSefi insists on walking herself home. She knows the way, she says, given that we’re only a stone’s throw from the Guberman. “I can always follow the directions on my phone if I get lost,” she reminds us.
I ride down in the elevator with her and take her to the rear entrance of the palazzo, from where she can stroll down a narrow calle until she arrives at the wider fondamenta. I lean in and peck her on the cheek. “Don’t be a stranger…”
“I won’t,” she promises with a cheery wave.
Alessio takes one look at my miserable face when I step into our apartment. “She’ll be back.” He looks me in the eye.
I shoot him a scowl. “That’s if you haven’t scared her off by mentioning anal…”
He holds up his hands. “Had to be said. We’re a pair of filthy fuckers, and the sooner she finds that out, the better.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I grab him in a neck hold and ruffle his hair. “She was great, though, wasn’t she?”
“She was. And she enjoyed every second.”
“You think so?” I grin.
“I know so.” He furrows his brow. “Just don’t get too attached. She’s only here for three months. You can’t keep her.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to.” I pull him close for a kiss. “You’re the one that I love.” My pulse races. “It’s only ever been you…”
“Likewise.” He nips at my lower lip, then takes a step back. “While you were showing Sefi out, I got a call from work. I need to go into the office for a short while. There’s been a new development in our investigation into the ticket fraudsters.”
“Hope you’re close to catching the bastards.” I shoot him another scowl.
“Could be.” His tone is enigmatic. “I’ll be back in time to make us some supper. We can chill and then go for a run.”
“Think I’ll visit my parents while you’re out.” I trail a hand through my hair. “Papà was due a hospital appointment this morning...”
“Give them both my saluti.” Alessio’s eyes are filled with sympathy.
“Will do.”
I leave Alessio to his own devices and hurry down the stairs to the duplex below. Worry for my dad is never far from my mind. He suffered a severe stroke six months ago and the recovery process has been slow and uncertain. Physical and occupational therapy treatment have helped, not to mention Mamma, my sister, Donatella and my own support. Problem is, Papà still hasn’t regained his former speaking abilities. The doctors keep telling us to be patient, that it can take up to two years, but I know Papà feels frustrated and Mamma bears the brunt of his frustration… which isn’t easy for her.
