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Chapter19
Sandro sweeps me off my feet, and cradling me in his arms like a baby, carries me back into the cabin. I glance at the love seat dubiously, but he just grins. “Don’t worry, we’re going below deck. But you should probably walk. The stairs are narrow and I don’t want to bump your pretty head, gorgeous.”
He sets me on my feet and ushers me to the stairs.
My heart beats at my rib cage, and a tiny part at the back of my mind questions if I should feel guilty, having just spent the night before with his brother.
But this is what they want,I remind myself. The three of them, sharing one woman, was their idea.
So I shove that little voice down and let my excitement continue to build.
To date, Elian is the most conventionally hot guy I’ve ever been involved with. My few boyfriends have all been more of the intellectual type than sexy smoke shows.
But even I have to admit: as hot as I find Elian, there is something undeniably sexy about his slightly older brother. The muscular body, the playful attitude, the tattooed arms… it’s like a whole different flavor of Vargas.
When we reach the bottom, I’m not sure which way to go. Sandro’s hands land on my shoulders and steer me to a door directly ahead, and once we pass through, we’re in a cabin that is almost completely filled with a bed.
His hands slide down my shoulders to my back before slipping beneath my bikini top and cupping my breasts, massaging them and lightly pinching my nipples while his lips trail warm kisses along my neck.
My breath becomes ragged, and I feel the length of him growing harder against my ass.
Leaving one hand in place, he trails the other down and dips it beneath my swimsuit, stroking lightly at the wetness there.
“Mmm, so you do like being naughty,” his voice rumbles in my ear, before his teeth tug gently at the lobe. He rubs firmly at my clit, his body pressing into me from behind, and the other hand working my nipple expertly.
It’s so much sensation, all at once and so soon after my exploits last night. As if someone had already revved my body up, I feel the tension coil in my belly and I move against him.
“That’s right, naughty girl,” he encourages. “Show me what you want.”
I arch back, pressing my butt against his length and searching for his lips. When they lock on to me, his mouth is hot and possessive. I do not know how he keeps both hands working at once, but I’m fairly certain his grip is the only thing keeping me vertical at this moment.
I grind against him, one hand sliding down to encourage the digits bringing me closer to climax and the other stretching up to grab the back of his head. His fingers move faster, the hand on my nipple squeezing firmly, and I finally reach the pinnacle, tumbling down the other side in ecstasy.
“There she is,” Sandro murmurs approvingly, his fingers slowing. I turn to face him, claiming his mouth again. A light tug at my back and neck, and my top slides to the floor between us. Sandro breaks away from my kisses to drag his lips over each of my breasts. His hands slide down to my hips, tugging at the strings on my bikini bottom until the bows are undone and I’m left naked. My body is primed, already recovered and ready for round two.
Not to be outdone, I slide my hands down his body and stroke him over his swim trunks before dipping my fingers into the waistband and yanking them down.
“Hmm, very naughty. Are you done with teasing? Are you ready for me now?” Sandro’s light eyes are playful but promising, and I can’t stop stroking my fingers over his hot, smooth skin.
“Yes, I’m ready,” I breathe, and he grins before scooping me up by my armpits and tossing me on the bed. He picks up his shorts, and I’m about to protest, thinking he’s planning to pull the ultimate tease, leaving me naked and wanting.
But he just retrieves a condom from the pocket, wasting no time in sliding it onto his thick length before climbing on the bed to join me. When he settles his body over mine, I revel in the weight of him, all hot and masculine and completely mine.
He takes a moment to work himself inside me, allowing a few strokes for my body to adapt and accommodate him. My legs and arms wrap around his wide torso, and his kisses are slow and gentle as we move together.
Abruptly, he settles his weight on top of me, wrapping his arms around my back and rolling over with our bodies still connected.
A surprised laugh bursts from my lips as I settle into position on top. “What, did you get tired?”
“Nah,” he grins. “I just want to watch you. Don’t worry, I’ll still do my part. Plus, this way, it leaves my hands free.”
Once I’m on my knees and moving my body in smooth circles, I start to feel the tension building another orgasm as he strokes the right spot deep inside me. Sandro’s hips rise to meet my motion, working with my rhythm, and when I start breathing heavily as I get closer, his thumb presses firm circles over my clit. It’s seconds before I tumble over the cliff of my second orgasm, and the clenching of my body pulls him with me.
Sandro grunts his pleasure, twitching inside me while I’m still coming down off my high.
I collapse on top of him, panting, and rest while our hearts slow together.
After several minutes, his fingers trail over my sweaty skin, and my legs begin to feel restless.
