Donata placed her hand against Silvio’s cheek, curled her fingernails against his skin, dug them in enough to show. “Are you any good with a woman?” she asked, husky voice familiar, but tinged with a derisive tone he wasn’t quite sure how to place. She was playing . . . Or was she?
Silvio moaned softly. “Yeah.” He swallowed. “Less practice, but . . .”
Donata tilted her head, glanced back at Stefano and winked.
She
was
playing, thank God. And wasn’t that the hottest thing, his wife contemplating what she’d do to Silvio. Or make Silvio do. And whatever it would be, Silvio would stop this if it went too far, right?
But then, he couldn’t imagine Silvio being pushed too far—not after what he’d seen Silvio do.
“I think I want to take this to the bedroom,” Stefano said.
“What about the food?” Donata asked.
“I’ll switch off the oven. Maybe later.”
Donata nodded.
“Silvio, keep your eyes closed. I’ll let you go now.”
Silvio remained in place when Stefano released him. He just crossed his wrists at his back, hands tight fists. Imagining his restraints, like he often did.
Stefano switched the oven off, then opened the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up. He looked again at Donata, checking whether she was all right with it, but all he saw in her eyes was fascination and playfulness. She loved sex. He wasn’t forcing her into anything.
Maybe two men was one of her fantasies—and one she’d never admitted to. This was about to get really interesting.
He kissed Silvio’s neck again. “Are you all right with where this is going, Silvio?” He was reasonably sure he was—Silvio had told him he liked women, too, but there was just this nagging sense of inequality. Too easy for Silvio to think he was just a way to hot up their sex. “Any limits?”
Silvio seemed to give that some serious consideration, then shook his head. “No limits.”
Donata’s eyes shone, and she stepped closer to pull Silvio’s shirt off. Silvio only moved his arms enough to allow that, then put them back into position. So effortlessly passive and submissive.
Stefano inhaled sharply with Silvio when Donata raked her fingernails down Silvio’s front down to his belt, and back up to his throat before she grabbed it. “You’re not going to forget this.”
“No,” Silvio breathed. Not protest, just acceptance. “Use me.”
Stefano gritted his teeth; those words set every nerve in his dick alive.
Use me
. That was rough, relentless, dirty sex, all in two words, even more powerful than
no limits
. He nodded to Donata, confirmed to her that Silvio meant it exactly like that. She smiled, lip curled in a reckless tease. “Bedroom.”
Thankfully, it wasn’t that far away, and Donata led the way up the stairs, her hand holding both of Silvio’s. Easy to imagine Silvio handcuffed and her dragging him behind herself by the connecting chain, a toy or prisoner for her pleasure. He’d never thought Donata had this fantasy, but boy, was he dying to see her play with Silvio.
He locked the bedroom door behind them, hoping nobody would drop in to pay a visit for the rest of the evening and night and morning. He drew the curtains closed, then turned to see Donata pull her cashmere top over her head, baring her black lace bra almost in Silvio’s face. Silvio glanced up into her eyes, then bent down to kiss her breast and lick her nipple through the lace.
Donata’s sly sideways glance was for Stefano, teasing him with that image. And God, yeah, any other man touching his wife like that would have a fight on his hands, but this was simply hot. No doubt which of them was in control, and he loved seeing Donata’s fingers dig into Silvio’s hair and then neck to press him closer. Silvio brushed a hand down the edge of her bra to bare her nipple, and continued to pleasure her that way.
Stefano stepped behind Donata and opened the zipper on the back of her skirt, then slipped a hand inside and deeper, tracing the outline of her buttocks. She moaned when he slid deeper and rubbed along her lace panties. She was completely wet, and he had to steady her when he began to stroke her pussy through the lace.
She pulled Silvio’s head up by his hair when Stefano did finally dip inside her with two fingers, using the third to rub the area around her clit and then brush over it when his fingers were nice and wet.
Donata kissed Silvio, ravenous now with arousal, and Stefano couldn’t imagine anything hotter. Okay, he could; Silvio reached around Donata and rubbed his dick though his trousers—just a tease, a promise, but enough to focus his mind on nothing but these two beautiful people.
Damn, if he had to die now, he’d die happy—and with the hardest erection ever. Donata’s breath went harder and faster, her hips undulating as she encouraged him to fuck her, but he figured it was time to get in bed. He kissed her neck and withdrew, then slid down her skirt and panties, made her step out of both. He loved it when she kept the heels on in bed, so he didn’t take them off.
“Silvio, down.”
Silvio went immediately to his knees, and the way Donata opened her legs and pressed Silvio’s face to her told Stefano what Silvio was doing. He stepped closer, cupped her breasts and opened and then closed his fingers around her nipples, squeezing them. She moaned, turned her head and kissed him. He imagined a faint taste of Silvio in her mouth.
He needed to get them in bed, and judging by how hard she was trembling, it was high time, too. He grabbed her around the waist, saw a flash of her pussy and Silvio’s wet lips, then carried her over to the bed and climbed on top of her. She rubbed her pussy against him, hands on his back, urging him on.
“I love you,” she said, almost taking those words from his lips. He smiled and kissed her again, feeling Silvio’s hands on his feet, pul ing off his shoes and socks. He pushed up to allow Silvio to open his belt, and Donata helped, opened the button and zipper. Damn, if two lovers worked in tandem, who’d be able to resist or even hesitate?
He glanced back and noticed Silvio shedding the last of his clothes. He was about to ask Donata something, but lost the trail of thought when he saw her gaze riveted on Silvio, the tattoo over his heart, the bullet scar. She waved Silvio over, and he lay down next to her, not quite touching, almost reluctant, as if he needed an order, or at least some kind of direction.
Stefano pulled him closer and kissed him, imagined that, in a curious case of yin-yang, he also tasted Donata on him. He wanted this so bad, had imagined this from the very first day, or that was what it felt like, ever since he’d seen Silvio. Damn, he could probably even share Silvio’s hooker-self with Donata. Go out with them as the one guy between two ladies making out. Oh, God.
“Oh wow,” Donata whispered and smiled up at them.
Stefano broke the kiss and grinned. “What?”
“Never mind me,” she said and laughed. “Keep going.”
Silvio dipped down to kiss her, then traced kisses down her throat and chest. Stefano moved to the side, allowed them some space, and touched Silvio, his dick, his balls, his ass while Silvio kissed and sucked Donata’s breasts.
Silvio opened his legs in a clear invitation, and the thought of Silvio fucking Donata and him fucking Silvio—fucking them both that way—very nearly blew his mind. One day, he’d want to do that, want it badly, control them both, force Silvio to thrust only when he did. He must have groaned or given the thought away, because both looked at him.
“Just blowing my mind, is al ,” he mumbled.
Donata pushed up against Silvio. “Lie down.”
Silvio lay on his side, clearly ready for anything.
Donata reached for Silvio’s hands. “You want to be tied up?”
Silvio exhaled and nodded. Stefano was surprised Silvio actually agreed, despite his earlier request, but when Donata nodded to him and told him, “Hold him down,” he obeyed and stretched Silvio’s hands out over his head while Donata rummaged in the toy drawer of the nightstand. She pulled out the handcuffs and closed them around Silvio’s wrists, one after the other, and Silvio closed his eyes for a long moment, tightened his fists, pulled hard, once.
“Good boy,” she said and pulled a silken scarf from the drawer.
She tied it around the connecting chain and one of the solid wooden parts of the headboard. Silvio was almost panting, and she kissed him so deeply that his fight-or-flight response changed into fight-or-fuck.
She straddled him and teased his dick with one hand.
Silvio arched and opened his legs in response. “Please.”
She smiled. “What do you want? To fuck or to be fucked?”
He licked his lips. “Anything. Please.”
She bent down to his right nipple and rolled it between her teeth, making him hiss and groan. “I love how you say please.”
Silvio laughed tonelessly, breathlessly. “Give me what you got.”
“You bet,” she said. She looked over at Stefano. “Your patient. I need to get something really quick.”
She slid off the bed, shed her heels, and all but ran out of the room.
Silvio was breathing deeply, trying to steady himself, his eyes gleaming.
Stefano reached up and touched Silvio’s wrists, checked that the cuffs weren’t cutting in. In the heat of the moment, that could be easily forgotten. “Why now?” he asked.
Silvio turned his head to look at him. “I feel safe.”
Stefano bent down to kiss him again. “You are.” He caressed Silvio’s outstretched arm, touched beyond words that Silvio had actually accepted real restraints. First time. One day he wanted to know what exactly happened that had taken that kind of trust from Silvio.
Silvio glanced at his dick. “I want to blow you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Right now. Get on top. Let me have that.”
Stefano climbed on top and pushed forward, angling himself so Silvio could reach him. Silvio’s lips opened and Stefano pushed deeper, then pulled back, allowing Silvio to get used to it and the position.
He was glad for the headboard on which he could steady himself as he thrust deeper, taking Silvio’s small noises as encouragement.
He’d totally be able to come like this, despite the awkwardness of the position; face-fucking a bound guy was a big enough thrill.
Vaguely, he became aware of Donata returning, and pulled back, pushing Silvio away by his forehead when he tried to follow. He needed that control; this was way too hot for him to last long.
Donata got between Silvio’s legs and pushed them apart. “Bend your knees,” she said, and Silvio obeyed immediately. Stefano glanced back and spotted a dark purple vibrator in Donata’s hand. He raised an eyebrow, and she smiled back sweetly. “Don’t be jealous, honey, I prefer yours by far. Even though you don’t vibrate.”
Silvio chuckled, but tensed when she got between his legs.
Stefano moved away again and pushed a thumb into Silvio’s mouth, shivering when Silvio sucked on it. He toyed with Silvio’s tongue, but his attention moved south when Donata took that vibrator, lubed it, and pushed it into Silvio. Silvio arched, eyes screwed shut, a wordless noise coming from him. It looked almost like pain, and Donata hesitated, but Stefano nodded to her. “He’s okay.”
Silvio merely nodded, tensed up, every muscle tight.
She experimented, moved the toy in Silvio’s body, read his responses carefully. Watching her pleasure him took every ounce of attention Stefano had. He ran his hand down Silvio’s chest to his belly, struck by the utter beauty of every harsh breath, every racing beat of Silvio’s heart. The expression of concentration and tenderness on Donata’s face while she fucked him—and it
was
fucking, Silvio responding no differently to her than he had to Stefano, slowly building toward climax with every thrust, every tensing of his muscles.
Silvio turned his head toward his arm, hid his face, features twisted in pleasure, pulled against the restraints hard enough to make every muscle stand out. “Please,” he breathed.
Donata leaned forward and licked along the length of Silvio’s cock. For a moment, it looked as if he were about to come, but the tension lessened when she pulled back. “I’d love to see you fuck him,”
she said.
Silvio tensed again, looking absolutely ravenous, eyes feverish.
“Okay.” God, and he wanted. “But we don’t have condoms . . .”
And no way in hell was he leaving the bed to get some.
Silvio groaned. “For even part-gay, your logistics are awful.”
“I got you here to feed you lasagna, asshole, not my wife.”
“Stefano, please. Just . . . come outside. Not . . . hundred percent, but . . .”
“No. It’s too risky.”
One of us needs to keep a clear head and some
control.
“Shit, I can’t do that.”
Not with your habits, Silvio, I’m sorry.
“Might . . . might have one in my pocket,” Silvio said.
Stefano looked at Donata, who leaned down and stretched out far enough to pull Silvio’s pants closer. He watched her rifle through his pockets, which jingled keys or change, then pull out a condom.
Thank God.
He pushed the thought away that Silvio could just as easily have eaten his lasagna and then gone to fuck strangers. “I’ll have to put you into a chastity device so you’re mine alone. Or rather, ours.”
Try
to fuck a pair of cops then, asshole.
Silvio shuddered. “Okay.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” Stefano said close to Silvio’s lips, then kissed him. Silvio was desperate by now, all but devouring his mouth, and Stefano had to break away to concentrate on what he’d meant to do.
He took the unwrapped condom from Donata and motioned her to pull the toy out, then turned Silvio onto his side and spooned up to him. He was nicely lubed up, and while he rolled the condom down, Donata lifted Silvio’s leg out of the way. Probably to see more when he pushed inside. Silvio groaned and pushed back, so eager he was damn near fucking himself on Stefano. Stefano reached over and turned Silvio’s head to him and kissed him. “How close are you?”