Alessio grabbed a fistful of Ginevra’s hair to turn her head enough to kiss her. His tongue clashed with hers, their kiss a familiar war he found had his heart pounding even as his fingers slowed between her thighs. He wasn’t sure when Corrado stood up, but the rustle of a bag had Alessio pulling away from the kiss to find what was happening. He didn’t wonder for long, though.
Corrado was back, leaning over Ginevra to take a kiss, too, his hands locked onto her thighs. Next to Alessio on the couch, he found what Corrado had been digging for. One of their small, black travel bags where they kept anything they might need to stay overnight. And as a just in case, condoms and packets of lubrication.
“Turn around,” Corrado demanded.
Ginevra hurried to obey, letting Alessio drag those ruined panties off her legs before she twisted around on his lap to straddle him. He dragged the straps of her dress down her shoulders, thankful she’d picked the tight bodycon one he’d liked in her closet because the material had give.
Once he had that dress pulled down enough to get his hands on the lace bra that was covering her chest, she arched into his touch. Her lips fell open, and her tongue snaked along the outer edge as Corrado lifted her higher so that her ass was thrust out for him.
Alessio, though, focused his attention on getting his palms under Ginevra’s bra. Skimming his fingertips over the tops of her nipples, he hardened them into peaks. He took one in his mouth, his teeth teasing her nipple as Corrado worked behind her. The rustle of the bag echoed again, and the sound of foil ripped open.
He knew when Corrado slipped his cock into Ginevra’s pussy because her body jerked against his, and another soft whimper fell from her lips. Alessio stared upward, Ginevra’s nipple still tight between his teeth to see Corrado biting the top of her shoulder as the echo of skin slapping skin sounded in the room. He got his hand between her thighs long enough to graze the hard length of Corrado sliding into Ginevra’s wet heat before he moved higher to work her clit between his fingertips with a massaging motion.
Different from before, but more intense.
His other hand came up to grab her jaw as he let go of her nipple, tipping his head higher to watch her face when she came a second time.
“Almost?” he asked her.
Ginevra swallowed hard. “Almost.”
“You want more?”
She nodded once.
Good.
Because what she wanted, they gave.
Corrado tipped his head to the side, making Alessio aware he thought the same thing and was ready for it whenever he wanted to move. Alessio pushed his hands against Ginevra’s thighs, and Corrado slowed behind her, removing himself from her body, and helping her to stand against the couch. It was long enough for Alessio to move over, and Corrado put Ginevra back on her knees on the couch, already slipping his cock back into her to fuck her from behind while Alessio stripped of his clothes.
He took all of thirty seconds to get rid of the shit in his way and find a condom in that bag to put on. Bottle of lube in hand, he handed it to Corrado as they let him resume his previous position, except this time, Ginevra’s hot pussy came down on Alessio’s cock.
The groan that came from him sounded foreign to his own ears, but he’d forgotten how much he loved this woman’s cunt. He let Ginevra ride him at the pace she wanted for, his hands skimming around to her ass to spread her wide. It gave Corrado easy access to work her from behind.
First, with his fingers. Stretching her wide and wanting to fill more and more with each twist of his digits inside her ass. The lube would ease the tension curling her shoulders as her breaths came out a little faster with each finger Corrado added. Her rhythm on him never changed, though, because damn, she wanted that.
It vibrated through her.
In every single inch of her.
“Tell me,” Corrado said where he kneeled behind Ginevra. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”
“Just ...”
Air rushed from Ginevra.
Alessio leaned in and kissed her hot mouth. “Say it for him. He wants you to use words, kitten.”
And so did he.
“Fuck my ass,” she whispered. “I need ... I need ... Please.”
Corrado’s next moan came out thankful and husky at the same time. He stood, his hand finding Ginevra’s shoulder as he fit in behind her. Alessio’s fingers squeezed on Ginevra’s ass, slowing her to a stop. He could tell by the tightening of Ginevra’s muscles and the low cry that fell from her trembling lips when Corrado pressed his cock into her ass.
Alessio distracted her with kisses, swallowing all those sounds she let loose, and soothing the tension in her body. But that noise she made when Corrado fit tightly against her, cock buried deep, and she sat all the way down on Alessio again ...
Primal, he thought.
So fucking raw, really.
Her pussy flexed all around him, taking his breath away when she mumbled, “Please move ... fuck me.”
Corrado’s hand found one of Alessio’s on Ginevra’s ass. Their fingers wove again, tight together as they both found a steady, fast rhythm that allowed one to flex into Ginevra as the other pulled off her. He used the hand he still had on her ass to lift her on his cock, and to yank her down harder with each thrust.
But her like this?
Perfect.
Undoubtedly.
Free with her back arched, and ass curved out. Head thrown back, and waves of dark hair falling over her shoulders. Those tits of hers pert and pink nipples hard from his handling. She’d have their marks by the morning, both seen and invisible. She’d ache from them, even sitting down, they would linger on her ... and that drove him fucking crazy.
He loved it.
Ginevra’s hand on his shoulder grabbed harder, those nails of hers scoring lines across his skin as she came with a broken cry. He didn’t catch that one with a kiss like he had the others, but he didn’t mind.
He’d needed that.
It made him come, too.
Corrado followed close behind.
Alessio saw stars, his breath gone as one by one, each of them stilled. He wasn’t sure which one trembled, but it echoed in his bones. Ginevra fell forward, her forehead pressing against his chest as Corrado leaned over her to press a line of kisses up her spine. Gaze lifted, Alessio met Corrado’s stare as their still-woven fingers squeezed together again.
“Chamomile, right?” Alessio asked.
Ginevra hummed a sweet sound. “What?”
“That’s the tea you like before bed. They have some in the mansion, I’ll go get you some and bring it back, hmm?”
“It is, but—”
“And a warm bath,” Corrado added.
Ginevra sighed. “Is it spoiling me time now?”
Alessio chuckled.
Corrado smirked at him.
“For the rest of your life,” Alessio said, “if that’s what you want.”
Ginevra made that happy, pleased hum again. “It is.”
“Then, that’s what you get,” Corrado murmured.
EPILOGUE
Almost two months later ...
Ginevra
“Greta?”
“What?”
Ginevra peeked over at her sister in the passenger seat of the SUV. Behind the wheel, she couldn’t take her eyes off the road for too long, but all she needed was that quick look to know Greta was more interested in whatever she was looking at on her social media stream than whatever her older sister had to say.