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Of course, Angelo could also just… not fuck me, so I’m notthattouched.
“Let’s do it,” Saint says, unfastening his belt and quickly shimmying out of his shoes and jeans. “Hold her up for me.”
“Does it even matter that I’m not wet yet?” I complain. Memories of Pavone and his men have kept me from reacting to this, even though Saint and Angelo are so much… safer. More appealing. A pleasant distraction.
I can’t believe I’m thinking of them that way after everything, but they are.
“I’ve got lube,” Saint says proudly, leaning down to pull a packet of lube out of his jeans pocket. “I was the one prepared this time.”
“And you expect me to believe we came to this hotel for something other than sex?” I gripe as he starts to lube himself up before pushing two slick fingers inside me.
Angelo removes one of his arms from around me to thump Saint’s shoulder. “Seriously? No foreplay? Are you a fucking savage, Saint?”
Saint’s fingers freeze inside me. “Uh, what? You’re the one who always wants to get to the point.”
“This is my future wife you’re talking about!” Angelo lightly pinches my side with the hand still on my waist, making me squirm. “You have to show her a good time.”
“She isn’t—” Saint groans in frustration and pulls his fingers out, then gives me a pleading look. “Lucia, tell him to be serious.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You really think I can control Angelo at all? When Victor can’t even handle him?”
Saint mutters something under his breath. I can’t make it out, but it makes Angelo laugh.
“You’re gonna have to be the one to get her nice and ready,” Angelo says. “I have to hold her up for you, remember?”
“You’re just holding her right now,” Saint says. “There’s nothing hard about that.”
“True.” Angelo’s hand comes up to squeeze my breast. “See? I can give her pleasure easily. And there you are, just trying to go stick it in like a beast.”
Saint strokes his cock a few times, but he leans in to kiss me.
Angelo lets go of me, and I’m aware of him shedding his own clothes before he presses against me again with his half-hard cock against my ass.
I kiss Saint for a moment, right up until Angelo lifts me into the air. I squeak as he carries me by the waist to the wall. He braces his back against it then holds me a little higher.
“Here’s my exercise for the day,” he brags. “Better not take too long, Saint. I might drop her.”
Saint gets down on his knees in front of me, his face immediately pressing against my cunt. He pulls back after a second, making a face. “This lube tastes horrible.”
“That’s why you get her ready before you start sticking lube places,” Angelo reminds him. “Now hurry up.”
The bantering is familiar enough to where I feel more at ease even before Saint’s tongue expertly finds my clit, the tongue ring flicking against it on each stroke. I rest my legs against Saint’s shoulders for stability, something I’m very conscious about now that I’m entirely reliant on Angelo for support. But after a while I forget that I’m so precariously situated, and I enjoy the sensations of Saint’s tongue and fingers.
I let out a soft moan, quieter than my normal sounds—and yelp when Angelo changes his hold, putting his hands underneath my thighs and forcing them up higher. I can feel his cock against my ass.
“Okay, she’s ready,” Angelo says.
“I didn’t say I was ready!” I complain, grabbing his arms. “Saint, don’t stop!”
Saint looks up at the two of us. He’s got one hand on his cock, stroking steadily. “Um… I don’t want him to drop you…”
“Yeah, so get in her cunt so there’s something else propping her up.” Angelo pauses and makes a point of looking down. “Well, I don’t know if your cock is much of a handhold. Cunthold?”
“You’re a dick, Angel,” he grumbles, licking his lips as he pulls away from me.
I whimper helplessly, my hips jerking as I try to get even just another moment of friction. “You could’ve let me come first,” I whine.
“Yeah,” Angelo says, and I canfeelthe smirk against my throat as he kisses the skin. “We could have.”
