But you know what? That was fine. I didn’t mind it one bit.
When one of his fingers slipped inside me, Cade pulled his mouth off mine, letting me gasp. He smirked. “I love the sounds you make, princess.” His finger began to pump in and out of my pussy, my inner core wet. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock.” His body practically hummed above mine, and I closed my eyes and surrendered to the inevitable.
Because that’s what this was: inevitable. Try as I might, I couldn’t shake this connection. He was supposed to be nothing but a stranger, and yet he’d found his way into my heart.
They all had.
It was with that particular thought that my eyes opened, and I stared at the man above me. It wasn’t Cade hovering over me, his finger working me like a fiddle. No, suddenly the face above mine belonged to someone I had been struggling to trust for so long.
Zander.
Zander still had his clothes on, but that didn’t stop him from finger-fucking me just like Cade. I tried to speak his name, however nothing but gibberish came out. My mind was in a garbled mess, my body riding the high his finger pushed me toward. Right before I tumbled over the edge, right before the point of no return, he pulled out his finger from me, leaving me with an aching emptiness in my lower half.
Damn it. I couldn’t remember a time I wanted to get fucked so badly.
That thought was so unlike me, but I didn’t give a shit. I also didn’t care that Cade had miraculously disappeared; I was all for Zander right now. As much as we might come to regret this later, I wasn’t going to let that stop us. I’d stopped us time and time again, and I was so tired of trying to keep distance between us.
This, us; it was a long time coming.
“You’re so beautiful,” Zander whispered, his voice in a timbre I’d never heard before. One of his hands yanked at the dress near my chest, exposing my tits to him, and he brought his mouth down to my right nipple, sucking on it. His tongue was wet and slimy, but God, did it feel good. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body each time that tongue grazed over the sensitive, pointed nipple.
I felt like I could explode. I felt like it was too much. He’d pushed me to the edge with his finger, and now his mouth? How much could a girl take? I had the feeling I’d put that question to the test.
A low moan left me, and a voice beside me whispered, “You really are something else, especially when you’re coming undone.” Since Zander was still firmly attached to my nipple, going at it like it held the keys to the universe, I knew it was someone else.
Peeking open my eyes, I turned my head and saw Luca. He stood next to the bed, hands in his pockets, a lopsided half-grin on his face. Luca might take after his father in some physical aspects, but that smile… oh, that smile could make you weak at the knees if you weren’t careful. A smile like that swept you off your feet and right into his arms.
What in the hell was Luca doing up here? Wasn’t Zander—
Zander’s mouth left my nipple with a popping noise, and he stared up at me from my chest. “Do you want Luca to join us?” The question was a simple one, and yet it meant so much more. Offering to have another man join us on the bed, especially Luca Moretti? Zander would never.
But I didn’t question it. All I did was nod, the hunger in my heart and my core too much to fight.
I’d fought my whole life. I’d been the perfect daughter, doing everything my father had asked. I’d tried to close myself off, tried to live this life alone after that night three years ago, knowing it was all pointless. But, on the flipside, if it was all pointless, why should I act like the perfect daughter? If I wanted to be with someone, I was going to be with them. If I wanted to get fucked, I was going to get fucked—and this time, it was going to be my decision, no one else’s.
So, yeah, I nodded, and butterflies erupted in my gut when I watched Luca start to take off his clothes. I didn’t get to watch for long, because Zander took hold of my chin and forced my attention back on him with an all-consuming kiss that made my lower half burn with need. The kiss must’ve lasted a while, because the next thing I knew, Luca crawled onto the bed with us, free of his clothing.
“My turn,” Luca whispered, and Zander tore his mouth off mine, panting, so Luca could kiss me in a much similar fashion.
My head spun. My heart beat faster than it ever had. I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but it didn’t matter. These guys made me feel things I’d never felt before, made me desire things I’d never wanted until now. They made me feel alive, and they showed me that being alive didn’t have to equal misery.
No. Living in this world didn’t have to be a chore. It didn’t have to weigh on you. You could live and be happy, and though it might not be shocking to some, it was to me. I never thought I could be happy, not with myself, and definitely not with a man. And now, multiple men made me feel like this.
How the tides had turned, huh?
Zander must’ve been in the process of taking off his clothes while Luca kissed me, because I felt the mattress moving. Hands roamed over me again, more than one set of hands—both Luca’s and Zander’s. They wandered all over my body, taking in every smooth curve on my frame, dancing over parts of me that made me shiver against Luca’s mouth.
So many hands. So many sensations, all fighting each other to take over. I didn’t know what to focus on, so I tried to simply put all of my focus on the kiss. But when Luca pulled his lips off mine, that plan was shot to hell, and I was forced to reckon with the way my body trembled beneath their touch. They could both play me like a fiddle. I was helpless to them.
Zander spread my legs wide, hands on my inner thighs as he gazed down at my wet, aching core. His cock stood straight, twitching with a need to be inside of me. I could see the deep-seated hunger flash in his green eyes, the way he licked his lips like he was about to taste the world’s sweetest piece of candy. Me.
Luca’s hands were on my stomach, tracing small circles on my flesh as he watched me. He did not tear his eyes off me as Zander pushed his cock inside of me, and having him beside me at the same time was the hottest thing ever. Not once did I ever think I’d participate in a threesome, let alone do it with an audience.
A gasp escaped me, and I could do nothing else as Zander’s hips began to rock, taking on a slow but steady pace that drove me wild. My body tingled with the need to orgasm, but I could do nothing, say nothing. I was a willing slave to these two; whatever they wanted to do to me, I’d let them. There would be no denial from me.
The bed bounced with Zander’s movement, my whole body rocking along with the fucking. Luca watched, as if he’d never seen anything sexier. His dark eyes had clouded over in what must be lust, his lips parted. He breathed out through his mouth, and I could feel that hot breath blooming on the side of my face. So close to me, his face less than six inches away. Honestly, I didn’t know if I could kiss him while Zander was inside of me, claiming me as he’d always wanted to, but I sought to try.
I turned my head to the side, toward Luca, closing my eyes. He must’ve known what I was attempting to do, for his mouth found mine once again. If having two sets of hands on me was sensory overload, kissing Luca while Zander fucked me was worlds more.