They turned the back hallway corner into the section of changing rooms in just enough time to see Ginevra drop the dress she had worn out that day to the floor. Then, she slipped into one of the six-by-six changing rooms with a wink over her shoulder, and that fucking blue dress from the wall in her hands.
“Too slow,” she called out.
Corrado made a thick noise in the back of his throat. Alessio, at his side, tipped his head to the side with a cunning smile growing.
“She thinks we’re teasing her, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” Corrado murmured.
“She doesn’t think we’re at all serious, huh?”
“Nope.”
Alessio laughed darkly, a sound that had Corrado’s cock perking, and his chest tightening in the best fucking way. “She’s in for a surprise.”
Fuck yeah.
“I’m gonna need someone to help me zip the back of this up,” Ginevra said, her words muffled behind the door. She didn’t seem to have heard them—good. “But just a second, I might be able to do it myself.”
“You got it,” Corrado replied, his gaze settling on Alessio at his left.
“I want that woman between us,” Alessio said under his breath.
“Here isn’t the best place for that, Les.”
“I know, but it needs to happen soon.”
Corrado agreed.
Entirely.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t show her a little,” Alessio said, looking Corrado’s way. “Just a little, yeah?”
God.
Corrado nodded. “A little, then.”
“See what happens, yeah?”
A groan fell out of Corrado’s throat without his permission. “Killing me.”
“Not quite,” Alessio returned, winking.
Prick.
He knew his words turned Corrado on as much as they would Ginevra. That was, if she could hear them.
“Okay,” Ginevra called out, the door to the changing room door opening. “I got it.”
Alessio drifted past Corrado, but he was right behind him. Ginevra’s sweet gasp rang out when Alessio slipped into the changing room before she could even come out. By the time he got past the door, Alessio already had Ginevra backed against the wall. Corrado took a second to take in that sight—oh, he’d seen it a couple of times over the last two weeks ... they tempted and loved her as much as she wanted, and yet, it still stunned him.
The way Alessio handled her.
How he kissed her.
The way the man just seemed like he couldn’t get enough, and God knew Corrado understood that far too well where Ginevra was concerned. Everything about her, from the way her skin heated under their hands, to the way she sounded, and even the sensitivity of her skin was addicting.
And that was before he mentioned how he ached to fuck her, or to get her flavor coating his tongue while she shook and called out his name.
Or Alessio’s.
Fuck.
“Yes, then?” Alessio asked. “Tell me yes, and we’ll make it so fucking good, Ginny.”
Corrado moved in beside them to tilt Alessio’s head back by tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of the man’s neck. His lips crashed down on Alessio’s, tongue slashing against his that was already waiting to war in their familiar way. He reached for Ginevra, his fingers drifting down the fabric of the dress covering her chest, hearing her soft whimper.
Something about that did it for her.
He learned that, too, over these weeks. They could find her soaking fucking wet after she watched them do anything—fuck, kiss, touch. It didn’t matter, for her it was hot as hell, and he fucking loved that.
Les, too.
Alessio’s teeth caught Corrado’s lower lip as he moved to pull back, that sting hardening his cock to a painful point as Ginevra whispered, “Yes.”
The stormy blue of Alessio’s gaze locked on his for a brief second, he took that connection for what it was, those silent promises of yours is coming too.
He wanted that.
As much as he wanted Ginevra.
But her first.
Alessio kneeled down, his hands shoving the blue satin of Ginevra’s dress higher as Corrado focused on her lips, and getting her kiss, too. The shuffle of fabric, thin lace being yanked away, sounded over her hard breaths. She shifted against Corrado’s side, and how he was leaning over her, her legs widening for Alessio down below. He knew the second Alessio had his face buried between Ginevra’s thighs, because even if the man’s hard moan wouldn’t have been enough to tell him he found heaven, the broken cry Ginevra echoed against his kiss would have done it.
Shivers raced through her body. His hands chased after them, yanking the straps of that dress down her arms, and past her chest, making her lace-covered tits spill out to his waiting palms. He dragged those lace cups down, too, still lashing his tongue against hers as she whined into his kiss.
Corrado pulled back, thumbs tweaking her nipples as he peered down. Alessio stared up, their eyes locking again as he worked between her thighs, his tongue beating a fast rhythm against her clit as the sounds of his fingers sinking into her wet pussy filled the surrounding space.
“Come, and he’ll fill you,” Corrado told her. “Stretch you out nice, Ginny, while I get a taste of you both, and show you how good it will be when we’re both filling you full, kitten.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
“That works, too.”
She choked on her next cry.
Corrado watched as Alessio bared his teeth, giving him a silent warning, not that he needed it. He could sense how close Ginevra was to coming, and the right move on Alessio’s part would throw her right over the edge. All it took was the scrape of Alessio’s teeth against the hood of her clit before he sucked it between his lips, and she flew.
His hands ghosted up from her chest, her racing heat thrumming into her throat, as his fingers wrapped around the column of her neck. He took in all those sounds of hers with kisses dotting across her trembling lips, over her jaw, and back to her mouth again.
“I ... I ...” Ginevra couldn’t get words out, the air of her voice pulsing along Corrado’s mouth as she tried. “Please.”
“Easy, easy, breathe,” Alessio murmured as he lifted, and Corrado moved aside for him. “Fuck, doesn’t she look good like that?”
“She does,” Corrado agreed. “So fucking good, Les.”
“You hear that, Ginny? How much we love watching you come for us, huh?”
Her darkened brown eyes, hooded with lust, focused in on Alessio. His hands were already working to undo his pants, and shuffle them down. He took the condom Corrado handed over as he held out two fingers to Corrado, wet with Ginevra. Fucking hell. Corrado took that offering happily, getting her hot and tart arousal on his tongue as he watched Alessio give Ginevra a taste with a kiss.
Alessio took his hand back, but only to get his cock sheathed in latex. Ginevra, though, reached for Corrado with one hand, and Alessio with the other. Her fingers drifted through his hair, fingernails dragging over his scalp to pull him in for a burning kiss while she laid her palm flat against Alessio’s chest.
What came next was fast—a blur to Corrado’s eye because he felt like they moved out of need, and nothing more. In a blink, Alessio had pulled Ginevra away from the wall, and Corrado’s hands skipped up her back as he followed behind, making sure she didn’t fall from the rushed movements.