SOPHIA
Roman fucks me impossibly hard. Way too hard to actually be real in a closet. He holds my throat in his hand, holding me against the wall as he buries himself inside me. He holds my thigh in his other hand, hiked over his hip as he thrusts hard and deep.
“Jesus fucking-” I grind out.
He smacks my thigh. “You’re coming. You’re coming soon.”
I nod, hopeless. Because I absolutely am. There’s no argument. He tightens his hold on my throat and I groan, arching my back. Roman leans over to whisper in my ear. “After the reception, we’re all fucking you. And since your dad is next door, we’re going to have to keep your mouth busy.”
Another moan drags from my throat.
“Because I know how loud you get when you’re enjoying it, Bambina.” He pants. “And you are going to be way too loud.”
I nod again.
“Over and over, Sophia. Taking us until you’re exhausted. Until you tap out.”
“Oh, god.” I feel heat and pleasure spreading across my body until it drags me down. “Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth.” He kisses me hungrily as I come.
And I come hard, shaking as my body tenses. Roman groans and holds me. After a moment or two, he drops me to my knees, offering his cock. “Finish me.”
I lick across my lips, too eager, too happy to give him sass. I lick across his cock, tasting myself and his saltiness. I suck him deep and watch his eyes sharpen as he guides the back of my head. He thrusts into my mouth, gliding across my tongue so perfectly.
If giving blowjobs hadn’t turned me on before, being with these men would do it. The way they react, how they don’t hide a damn thing and hold my gaze while I take them over and over.
I nearly gag, my throat tightening around Roman and he groans, thrusting a little bit deeper as he comes. His jaw tightens as his eyes close. He lets out a slow breath and slowly pulls out of my mouth as I lick.
His whole body twitches as I lick and suck again. He glances at the door and quickly puts himself away. He pulls me up off my knees and fixes my dress. I tug his tie towards me and bite my lip as I watch his face.
“No rush, handsome.”
He chuckles and kisses me, kisses me with plenty of promise and hunger that I don’t have any doubt we’re going to go again. He presses his forehead to mine. “You’re a wild woman.”
“Only with you guys,” I admit. “I’ve never done anything close to this.”
He cups my face between his hands, studying my face like he’s sure he can catch me in a lie. Roman takes a slow breath and shakes his head. I expect something to come out of his mouth, but he kisses me again. This is soft, gentle.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the coat closet before fixing my hair. He kisses me softly, then whispers in my ear. “I’ll have to beat your ass later.”
“For what?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Going into a closet with another guy … without me.” He says it just loud enough that a few people look over.
I feel my face get hot and shake my head. “Roman.”
“You know the rule.” He kisses my temple. “Don’t forget about Gunner.”
I see him with my mom and sigh. “Can you help with that?”
“You want another woman’s hands on me?”
I elbow him hard. “Shut it.”
Roman squeezes my ass and goes to my mother, asking her to dance, despite my dad being right there. She giggles and eagerly goes with him. She grabs his hips and I shake my head. Torture. My mother hitting on my boyfriends is absolute torture.
I wrap Gunner’s arms around me when I get there like he can shield me from that embarrassment. Gunner gives me a drink of his whiskey and I lean back against him. “Remember our deal.”