She sat down in Alessio’s lap when he fell onto the plush white leather chair in the corner facing the mirror.
“You got a nice fucking view,” Corrado said as he keeled down behind Ginevra, between Alessio’s widened stance, his hands palming her ass. “You can watch it all, Les.”
“And you,” his lover murmured.
Yeah.
Corrado did. The perfect view of Ginevra’s wet, pink cunt hovering above Alessio’s cock. He got his fingers wet with her arousal, letting the digits slide through the lips of her sex, and teasing the entrance of her slit before sliding further back.
Alessio wasn’t the only one who liked to watch.
“Now,” Ginevra said, her body vibrating. “Fuck me now.”
“Whatever you want, kitten.”
Corrado pressed a single finger into the tight ring of Ginevra’s ass as Alessio brought her down on his cock. Her loud cry echoed, but Corrado focused, now. Watching the way Alessio’s cock slid in and out of Ginevra’s pussy, stretching those sensitive tissues of hers open as his dick came out coated in her with each thrust.
And then his fingers.
One, at first, working her ass. And then a second, making her feel a little more full. He went slow, using her body’s natural cues and the wetness he’d been able to gather from her sex to make it easy. He didn’t want it to hurt.
Sex shouldn’t hurt.
Not unless someone wanted it to.
“Like this, Ginny,” Corrado murmured, his tongue sliding along the curve of her ass as he spoke. Her noises climbed higher as Alessio continued pulling her up and down on him with a brutal pace, something he loved. Sex was always better for Alessio when he could let go of his control. “It’s going to be like this when we’re both fucking you—but better. You’ll be so full, kitten, too fucking full. And then it will drive you crazy, make you fucking high, baby. Imagine, huh?”
“God,” she whimpered.
Alessio chuckled, and Corrado peered up to see him pull her in for a deep kiss. At the same time, he added a third finger, and let his teeth drag against the curve of her supple ass. She tensed, just a split second, before a low moan crawled out of her throat.
So raw.
And loud.
Jesus.
“It’ll ache so goddamn deep,” Alessio told her. “But it’ll be so fucking good, too. Do you want that—both of us fucking you?”
“I do.”
“Oh, you’ll get that.” Even Corrado heard the promise in Alessio’s tone—soon was coming far sooner than Ginevra thought. If they got this woman through dinner tonight before they said fuck it and took her home to bed, it would be a fucking miracle. “Are you going to come like this?”
“Y-yes.”
“Give it to us, then. Give it.”
It took Corrado widening his fingers on the withdraw, and Alessio pulling her in for another kiss before Ginevra fell over that cliff into her second orgasm. She stilled on Alessio, sitting down on him entirely as her shoulders shook violently.
Corrado took that chance to lean in, his lips finding the base of Alessio’s cock where the condom didn’t quite reach all the way down, but where Ginevra was still stretched around him. Her pussy, and his cock against Corrado’s mouth, their tastes blooming across his tongue, was enough to make him think he was about to blow.
“Shit,” Alessio muttered.
A familiar pulse thudded in the base of Alessio’s cock, and the way Ginevra’s muscles at the same time around him, her sex still flexing from the remnants of her orgasm.
Alessio’s next words came out in a groan, his hands slipping down around Ginevra’s ass to widen her for Corrado as he licked them both again. “Holy fuck, Corrado, you made me—”
He pulled back, grinning as he countered, “Come, yeah.”
Ginevra’s voice was airless as she whispered, “Did we even have time to do this?”
“Oh, we had time—still do,” Alessio replied.
“Still?”
His gaze darted to Corrado as he stood, and then drifted lower to the outline of his erection pressing against the leg of his pants, the lower portion of the zipper biting into him. “Yeah, Ginny, now we get to see how much Corrado can take.”
She peeked back at him, a demure smile playing at the edges of her lips. “We do.”
Fuck, yeah.
Corrado was up for that.
18.
Alessio
The thing Alessio wanted to be doing?
Well, it certainly wasn’t what he was doing.
“You’re quiet down there,” Cara said, drawing Alessio out of his thoughts.
The loud chatter at the table continued like she hadn’t called him out on the fact he wasn’t feeling the conversation tonight. To his benefit, Alessio turned his attention away from Corrado and Ginevra sitting across from him. He wanted to be over there—or rather, get both home, and in his bed.
That’s what he wanted.
Instead, he smiled at Cara, tipping his wine glass up for a quick drink. “Things on my mind, that’s all.”
Corrado’s mother returned his smile, her gaze drifting across the table from where he was sitting to the other two, but came back to him. “So, what you’re saying is I should thank you for making time to leave the penthouse for us, hmm?”
Alessio laughed. “Anything for you.”
He loved Corrado’s mother. There was something warm and inviting about the woman. She comforted without trying at all, and he never felt unwelcome here. And, through watching her with her small army of sons, he had learned how a mother should love their children. He respected her for that, more than anything else.
“Well, I’m glad you’re all getting it figured out,” Cara said, winking.
Alessio shrugged. “Getting there.”
“Figuring out what, now?”
Corrado’s voice drew Alessio’s attention back across the table. He would have sat over there, on the other side of Ginevra, but he didn’t trust his control to do that right now. Corrado had a far better handle on his needs and keeping them tampered down until it was an appropriate time.
No doubt, his hand was on Ginevra’s thigh under the table. He’d have the soft skin of her thigh against his palm, warm and shivering. Despite having ate dinner here, he bet Corrado could still taste the woman on his tongue, too, because Alessio sure as hell could.
And he wanted more.
If he was over there, like Corrado, they would have already left. So, he took the seat across from them, and settled himself with his fucking imagination. Which frankly, was just about as bad as having them.
Alessio shifted in his seat, ignoring a raging erection because now was not the goddamn time, and his body didn’t care.
“Figuring out what?” Corrado asked again, grinning.
Alessio gave him a look as Ginevra turned into the conversation, her conversation with Bene over. He gestured between them with a flick of his wrist. “This.”
He wondered how Corrado would take him outright saying that at his family’s dinner table. Sure, they’d come here a lot over the years. Both had sat at this table, ate meals with his parents and siblings, and were together through it all. Yet, never once had they said those words.