It seemed like it.
Then again, it might have been when Alessio’s mouth found her pussy as his fingers kept working her clit, his tongue lapping at her sensitive tissues and flicking at her entrance for more sensation added to the rest.
Or it might have been all.
“Fuck, Ginny.” Corrado’s words sounded like they ached coming out. “Les, at this one, yeah?”
Alessio’s hand at her ass flexed roughly against her muscles, and he pulled away from her sex, making her whine low. “You s—”
“Yes.”
Ginevra sucked in a loud breath as the numbness came, the orgasm right there. She was sure Alessio would pull his hand away from her clit like he had so many fucking times before, but he didn’t.
He didn’t.
“Oh, my—”
Ginevra didn’t get to finish the cry before she slipped into the beginnings of her orgasm. Further than they had allowed her to go before. Edging, Corrado had called it. She didn’t know whether to hate it, or love it.
And then, Alessio pulled away.
His hands, his mouth, and his body. All of him drifted away from her, taking every bit of sensation with him. Corrado kneeled down, pulling his cock away from her as the disbelieving yell left her mouth.
“No,” Ginevra gasped, “no, no, no ... why?”
The orgasm of hers, with no sensation to aid her through it, was ruined. A waste, really. Weak as fuck, and it left her almost empty inside, somehow. Her vision blurred as Corrado got close, tipping her head back to drop hot kisses to the seam of her trembling lips.
“What do you want now?” he asked.
“Why?”
Why hadn’t they given her that?
Why had they stopped?
She couldn’t breathe or think.
“Why?” she mumbled.
“Kitten.”
Ginevra’s gaze snapped to Corrado’s, her entire body acting like a live wire because goddammit, if she didn’t come, and soon, then she might lose her mind. She hungered for the release like they would never understand.
It was the basest urge she’d ever experienced in her life.
Deep in her gut.
Thick in her blood.
Harsh in her heart.
Hot in her mind.
Something cold slipped against her ass, but it relieved Ginevra. Something to help her overheated body. The sting of Alessio’s two fingers pushing into her ass only made her shake and want more. Because even the pain seemed too fucking good to be true.
Corrado swallowed thickly, his nose skimming hers as he murmured, “Now you get it, kitten. And it’s about to get so fucking good for you.”
The only thing Ginevra could say was, “It fucking better.”
Corrado’s rich laughter drifted over her skin with hot intent, a lot like the way Alessio’s behind her added to the hard slap he leveled down on her ass.
Christ.
These men would kill her.
Surely.
It would be worth it.
A rustle sounded, and Corrado’s hand flew up to catch the condom tossed across the bed. Alessio added a third finger to her ass, making Ginevra fist the bedsheets harder as she whined from the lovely sensations.
Except she needed more.
Now, after everything, that would not be enough to make her come.
Corrado slid the condom down his length, stroking his cock as his free hand caught her under her jaw. He tipped her head back and then drifted lower. Behind her, Alessio stepped back, withdrawing from her body as she found herself drawn up to her knees.
They were back to those rushed, but knowing movements again. Warm, rough palms sliding down her sides, and two more down her back. Corrado settled her onto his lap as he came to rest on his knees on the bed. It allowed her to straddle over his body as he filled her pussy full of his cock, lips attacking hers.
Shaking all over, Ginevra was hyperaware of Alessio fitting in behind her. How his knees tucked in under her ass, and his hands came lower to spread her ass as the lube still soaking her ass and pussy met the head of his cock.
“Easy,” Corrado murmured.
Behind her, she heard, “Breathe.”
Wasn’t she?
Ginevra had no clue.
Still wild.
Still out of control.
And yet, in the back of her mind, she understood all she needed to do was say one thing to stop this, if it’s what she wanted. She had the power here, and they had given it to her time and time again to prove it.
One of her hands landed on Corrado’s shoulder as he filled her, seated deep on his cock while the head of Alessio’s dick pressed at the tight ring of her muscles. Her other reached back, grabbing to Alessio’s hand at her hip, while his other kept her ass spread wide for him.
The pain she thought would come was there, too, but brief ... and diluted. Because still the pain was something good.
Something to get her there, finally.
“Fucking beautiful,” Alessio muttered, his kiss grazing the back of her damp neck.
“Perfect,” Corrado said, his gaze locking onto hers. “Good, kitten?”
Alessio had started slow, short strokes at her back. His cock entering her just enough to stretch her out while Corrado stayed still inside her pussy. Not that it mattered because both filling her made her tighter.
“So good,” she breathed.
Alessio’s teeth found her shoulder.
Corrado’s found her jaw.
Ginevra’s fingernails scored red lines across Corrado’s shoulder, and Alessio’s hand as they worked her body against theirs. Corrado used his hands to move her against his cock, while behind her, Alessio flexed his hips against her ass while he worked his way in.
Her body burned.
Hummed again.
“How good is he in your ass, Ginevra?”
Her cry came out raw.
Broken.
“So fucking good, yeah?” Corrado grinned wickedly. “You’re gonna want it so much now—getting your ass filled while one of us is eating your pussy or fucking it the way you like. Do you want to come?”
Her throat clenched with words wanting to spill out.
Alessio gave one more hard flex of his hips and settled all the way inside her ass as Corrado seated her down entirely on his cock, too.
That forced the words out.
“Corrado ... please, I have to ... come. Les ... please.”
Stilted, fractured, and rushed.
“Yeah,” Alessio said hoarsely, “I fucking need that.”
Corrado groaned. “Me, too.”
Their pace turned into a rhythm that matched the other one would fill her as the other pulled away. Every single one of her nerve endings snapped and twisted as their cocks worked her body to the peak.
Because even if it was too much, she needed it.
Ginevra came screaming. Shocked the orgasm came at all because she hadn’t felt it until it slammed on her at once. More than fucking relief, if heaven existed, she saw it—sensed it deep in her bones. She wanted nothing more than that ... and when they gave it to her, it was surreal.
Blinding.
Impossible.
But it was possible.
It was real.
Like them.
That final peak, so high and unbelievable to her, reminded Ginevra of the men who had given it to her. They’d been out of her reach, and almost unreal to her before.
And she didn’t know if she could ever let them go.