He dropped his hands back to her hips and held hard, to keep her from moving. “Not yet,passerotta.” He clenched his jaw when the endearment slipped out, but he didn’t want to take it back.
Justin eased up as well, and Emily met Antonio’s gaze. Her flush covered her cheeks and neck, and her chest heaved from exertion.Intoxicating.
Justin reached over her shoulder to grasp her hand and prompted her to stand. The sudden loss of warmth and weight should have been a relief, but pressure still strained against Antonio’s zipper.
“God, I like watching you.” Justin undid the button on Emily’s jeans.
She slapped his hands away. “No. You don’t get to stay dressed this time, while everyone else strips down.”
“That was once,” Justin said.
“Fifty percent. Not great odds.” Emily nodded at his chest. “Shirt off.”
Antonio should be jealous of the playful, intimate exchange. Instead, it added to his arousal. Justin obeyed Emily’s command, and Antonio bit the inside of his cheek, to keep a groan from escaping. He’d seen his friend shirtless on numerous occasions, but the mood changed the experience. He felt like he was taking in Justin’s toned upper body, wrapped with an eclectic assortment of ink, for the first time.
Antonio was barely aware of undoing his jeans and working himself free. The release sent shudders over him, followed by a second wave when he wrapped his hand loosely around his shaft.
“Better?” Justin asked.
Emily nodded.
“Good.” Justin pushed off the rest of her clothes.
Christ, that view from behind... The curve of her back where it met her ass was a delicious sight.
Justin reached for her, and she stepped back, out of reach. She whirled to face Antonio, giving him a perfect view of what he’d craved to see when he walked in on them. Reality was much better than fantasy.
A playful smile dancing on her lips, she glanced at his crotch, then knelt on the couch next to him. “I want to help.” She kissed a lazy zig-zag pattern down his chest, then over his wrist, before moving his hand out of the way. She flicked her tongue over his bulbous head, and pleasure surged through him, tingling as far down as his toes.
When she slid her mouth down his length, he twisted his fingers in her red locks. He wanted to tilt his head back and fall into the sensation of her soft lips against his dick and her tongue circling his length. He was intensely aware they had company, though. When he forced himself to look at Justin, he was surprised to see him watching the scene, enraptured.
A hungry smile spread across Justin’s face when he caught Antonio’s gaze.
Justin shed the rest of his clothing. When his cock sprang free, standing at attention, Antonio’s thoughts short-circuited. He couldn’t look away. Justin rolled on a condom and stepped up behind Emily. He glided a hand down her ass and, and the sound she made carried through Antonio’s shaft, humming and teasing.
When Justin entered Emily, she whimpered and increased her attentions on Antonio. The combination of sights, sounds, and sensations tightened in his balls, and he almost came. He didn’t want this to be over yet. He bit back climax, in favor of diving into the experience. Working one hand down Emily’s chest, he moved the fingers of his other hand between her legs.Fuck.She was slippery. Which was the perfect excuse to slide from teasing her clit to caressing Justin’s sac.
Her breathing grew shallow again, and Antonio focused more attention on her sex, stroking and coaxing the swollen button. She slowed her sucking but didn’t pull back when she came, her cries muffled.
Antonio risked another glance at Justin, whose eyes were closed and his face screwed up. Justin pounded harder against Emily, his grunts coming in staccato bursts. When Emily resumed her fevered attentions on Antonio’s cock, the intensity caused him to hiss between clenched teeth. Part of him slid into his own mind, drowning in the stimulation, but he was also wondering what it would feel like to be in her place, bent over, with Justin thrusting inside him from behind.
Fantasy and reality melted into a vivid haze. Justin’s thrusting and growls said he was close. He shuddered when he climaxed.
“Passerotta,please.” Antonio tried to pull Emily away. Instead, she gripped the base of his shaft, and stroked in time to the bob of her head. It was all too much. Antonio couldn’t hold back. He came hard, hitting the back of her throat and filling her mouth. Her touch became dizzying, and then bordered on painful, but he didn’t want to pull away. Finally, ecstasy wracked his body, and he slumped back against the cushions, spent.
She sat up. The only word he could think of, for the look her face, wasimpish.
“Fuck.You get hotter each time. I don’t know how that’s possible.” Justin grasped her hand and tugged her to her feet.
She wobbled for a moment, but he helped steady her. He kissed her hard, their bodies pressed together. Antonio couldn’t hold back the guttural noise that tore from his chest at the sight of Justin tasting him on Emily’s lips. Want mingled with the sharp tang of envy, though he wasn’t sure anymore who it was directed at or which role he’d rather fill. He cleared his throat when the kiss lasted for several seconds. “Someone else is in the room.” His throat was dry, and his words cracked.
Emily pulled from Justin’s grip and turned to face Antonio. “No one gets left out.” She rested her hands on the back of the couch, on either side of him, and dipped her head in to press her mouth to his. He nipped at her lips, and their tongues danced a twisty two-step.
She squealed and broke away when Justin grabbed her by the waist, dropped onto the couch next to Antonio, and pulled her down with him. She settled, resting against Justin and placing her feet in Antonio’s lap. A pleasant silence settled over the room, interrupted only by the hum of electronics.
“So”—Justin’s voice was a sharp crack in the still—“does this mean we’re having another one of thosetalkswhere everyone promises this is only physical and it doesn’t impact work?”
Antonio was sick of those conversations. He metered his response. “I think we’re all on the same page.” He had a feeling they weren’t. Not even close.