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Palms on his shoulders for support, I shift my hips up and down, my pussy swallowing his length, and revel in the way his jaw tics with barely constrained pleasure. My braless tits nearly shake from the top of my dress as he starts to piston his hips, his arms lifting me up and yanking me down hard onto his thick cock. His eyes flick to them, a hand rising to jerk the soft fabric down so that they spill over the top. The cool night air pebbles them even more, the tight buds aching to feel the attention of his hot mouth.
Bending his head, he obliges my silent request, the flat of his tongue lapping at one stiff peak and then the other, a tease of touch that has my lip screaming when my teeth bite into it to keep from moaning aloud. I can feel my slickness dripping down his cock, the wetness coating my inner thighs and running down the crack of my ass. One of his arms rises, resting his forearm against the wall beside my head, our breaths shared as he uses the wall at my back to pump deeper into me with every thrust.
My nails dig into his scalp, my nipples lightly scraping the front of his buttoned dress shirt with each movement, driving me closer and closer to blinding pleasure. I’m so close, I can barely contain my noises, my hips grinding erratically to reach that heavenly finish line.
“Beverly?”
My eyes shoot open at my name.
Please don’t let this be happening.
Despite Gavino entering the courtyard, Remy doesn’t stop fucking me, and I’m so close I can’t stop myself from continuing to meet him thrust for thrust. Remy’s head turns to look over his shoulder in the direction of his brother, his eyes dark and dimples flashing with a challenge when they land back on me. His lips press to mine when he speaks, “Sshhh, baby, you don’t want to get caught, do you?”
His smile presses to my teeth, the thought of Gavino walking another ten feet forward and seeing us shooting a mixture of panic and thrilling pleasure straight into my gut.
“Beverly?” Gavino calls again, the sound of his dress shoes scuffing along the walkway skyrocketing my pulse.
Remy’s lips find my ear, panting, “Vieni per me, cuore mio.”Come for me, my heart.His mouth sucks the skin at my pulse point, hips rocking into my pussy relentlessly as I watch Gavino go in and out of sight behind the shrubbery while he looks for where he’d last seen me. “Cream my cock while my brother calls for you.”
Despite knowing how wrong it is, his words sink into my pores, flooding me with pleasure as I do what he commands, my mouth gaping silently as my pussy clenches around his thick cock with wave after wave of ecstasy. I watch as Gavino finally turns, his form shifting from sight as he turns back down the path he came from as Remy grunts against my skin, his cum dripping from my slit as he continues to pump through his release.
Our breaths are loud and unhindered as he gently unwraps my legs from his waist and pulls back from me to tuck himself away into his trousers. I use the wall at my back to keep me upright, my face tilted back to look up into Remy’s blown pupils as his hands run over me, fixing my clothes. When he’s finished, his fingers pinch my jaw, his tongue lapping out to stroke mine in a slow, sweet kiss that has me clutching at the wall against my back.
Our lips break with a soft, wet pop and I gaze up at Remy as he speaks, “My brother may be your fiancé, but you’re mine.” He bends, capturing my lips once more, my tongue chasing his when he pulls away.“Sempre e per sempre.”Forever and always.
With one last lingering kiss, he pushes away from me, his eyes eating me up where I still brace myself against the wall until his feet carry him out of sight in the opposite direction Gavino went. My palm rises to swipe away a lone tear that snuck its way out, my hand falling to my stomach.
I don’t think I can do it.
I don’t think I can make myself sleep with Gavino.
I feel sick at the thought. My heart is pounding at the selfish, greediness of just thinking about it.
But if I don’t,what then?
Chapter Eleven
BEVERLY
Sweat drips down the side of my face, my oversized shirt clinging to my back as I hop around the ring. Donatello smirks at me as he climbs through the ropes, his chest glistening. My fingers flex as I ready myself to spar with him, toes lightly tapping as I shake out my already warm limbs. I wait until he’s standing across from me, his neck twisting side to side before I talk.
“We have rules this time, Donny boy.”
“And what are those, baby Bev?” He smirks, his foot swiping out as if to knock me on my ass, but I sidestep it.
“No stomach or face shots.” My bandaged hand rises to point a finger at him. “Keep it clean.”
His palm slaps against his chest, a faux wounded scoff leaving his chest, “As if I don’t always follow the rules.”
Eyeing him, I fight the smile that wants to work its way out. “I’m serious, Donatello.”
He shrugs, readying his stance to fight. “Fine, I’ll follow the rules.” He sways, bracing his feet. “Now let’s fight.”
After a second, I take my stance, my feet crossing as I move around the ring. Knowing Donatello won’t make the first move, I lunge forward, kicking out at his hip. He blocks it, shifting to kick my leg away with his. Our shins connect with a loud crack, both of us immediately moving to attack differently. We’ve boxed so many times now that we are familiar with each other’s moves, so much so that it’s difficult to actually land any real hits.
After about ten minutes of sparing with no clear winner, we are breathing heavily, my shirt drenched down the front of my chest, clinging to the sports bra underneath. Thankfully, I’m wearing shorts, but it doesn’t feel as if they’re doing much to cool me down. We’ve gathered a crowd at this point, Julian and some of the other guys sitting around the ring watching. Donatello, always being a showboat, prances around the surrounding ring, goading and taunting.
“Not getting tired, are you, baby Bev? I thought I taught you better than that.”
