I aggressively did so.
A muscle along his jawbone twitched before he slightly bowed his head. “Of course.” When he looked back up to me, a grin was present.
It was cold. Chillingly so. But I held my ground, practically standing over a shocked Isabella.
Mateo told his sister, “My apologies,” then turned and walked back to the house while muttering something in French.
To lighten the mood, I teased Isabella as I sat back down. “Do you think he is giving me high praise in French?”
Staring at me, she finally smiled. A real one this time. I knew it because this smile always softened her face and made her beautiful. “I do believe you just earned a gift I have for you.”
My brows rose. “For me?”
She pulled a little box out from under the blanket over her legs. “Yes. It is a token of my appreciation for being such a dear friend.” Holding out the box for me, her eyes welled before she whispered, “The only one I have.”
Isabella had Mrs. Rossi, Mr. Rossi, and my father who cared, but I understood her meaning. She couldn’t speak with them like she felt she could with me. I accepted the gift, feeling so honored. “I do not have a gift to offer in exchange, but wish I did.”
“What you offer is nothing money, something of which I have in abundance, can buy.”
Warmth billowed in my chest. “That means a lot to me. Thank you—” I opened the box, then went speechless.
“Do you like it?”
I stared at the striking gold cross necklace. “I have never owned anything quite like it.”
Isabella sighed back into her lounge chair. “Perfecto.”
Even though I was holding a very expensive gift that was offered with such kindness, it was Isabella being strong and speaking Italian without being prompted that made me smile. “Yes. Perfecto.”
Taking a sip of her tea, she asked, “You never told me what you need my blessing for.”
I had totally forgotten. “Oh, yes! Sal and I have been talking and have decided,” I lowered my voice so only Isabella could hear me, “due to lurking danger, that we wish to be Scarlett’s personal protection when she returns.”
Earth altering blue eyes glistened. “You tell young Mr. Rossi that nothing would please me more.” She grabbed my hand and shook it, squeezing my fingers so tight I could feel her gratitude. Her voice quiet, as to not be overheard, she told me, “Thank you for being so wise beyond your years. When my daughter,” she swallowed, “returns, she will, indeed, be in great danger.”
Winter was bitter, but Noemi was warm. “Angelo,” she whined, “let me come.” The fire in the cave crackled with heated naked bodies that were already on fire of their own.
On her hands and knees, Noemi’s thighs trembled as I massaged lube from her core up to the crack of her ass. I had just finished licking her to perfection but denied her an orgasm. She groaned in need as I slipped a finger inside her now glistening anus. My other hand was around her waist, rubbing circles on that hard as fuck clit of hers. God, she was so sexy, begging for more with no words at all. Just her hips bucking backward. So, I slipped in another finger.
Sal was at my side, oiling his penis, which was so erect it almost looked painful. His eyes were hungrily locked on the prize. Up to this point, we had both had Noemi’s pussy numerous times, but the sex kept getting so intense—her wanting both of us at once—and us both wanting in at once, we needed to take the next step.
Tonight, her ass was going to learn how to handle more than fingers, so our shared dream of a true threesome could come true.
Still stroking her virgin hole, I moved to the side so that Sal could kneel behind her. He had so much lube on his dick, it is possible he used half the bottle. Still massaging her folds, I removed my other fingers for Sal, but he didn’t take my place. He just kept staring, his mouth hanging open, stroking himself.
I teased, “As talented as your hand is, I guarantee she offers a better feel.”
On the verge of the orgasm I kept denying her, Noemi breathlessly joked, “If not convinced, let Angelo take a go.”
That got his attention. Sal smiled, placing the head of his dick at her entrance. “This may not be a wise time to threaten me, Noemi.”
Panting, she laughed. “No? Then I better come or get fucked because my threats are only going to get worse.”
Sal and I had watched each other fuck Noemi, but this was so different. This was a forbidden fruit, by all accounts. A woman’s ass was not to be toyed with. Thank God for Sal and me, Noemi didn’t abide by those rules. As I watched Sal slowly push his head inside, and her hole stretch around him, I was in awe, desperate to know what he was feeling.
My eyes raced to his.
Barely registering my silent question, he hissed through a nod. “Tight. So fucking tight.”
Not positive this was a good thing for Noemi, I quickly switched my hands at her core so I was free to lean to the side to check on her. Her head was hanging, so I asked, “Are you alright?”
“Is he all the way in yet?”
I checked. He wasn’t. Not even halfway. “Almost.”
“Then, can I at least come? Angelo, it might help.”
It was clear the forbidden fruit was going to take a little patience. So, in English, a language Noemi didn’t know at all, I told my friend, “Go no deeper and caress what you have,” while my fingers intensified pressure on a nub that needed attention.
Grateful for my hand, Noemi groaned, “W-What did you say to him?”
I watched as Sal gently started to stroke his dick in and out, barely halfway, silently asking her body to accept him. “I told him I have never seen you look sexier than tonight.”
Her shoulders softened. “Are you sure? I feel like an impaled pig over a Viking fire.”
Chuckling at her detailed description, I told her, “Then I have failed at this seduction.” I kissed her shoulder while reaching under her chest with my free hand to massage her hanging breast. “Let me explain how I see you. I am so jealous of Sal right now. I want to feel you there.”
Her body started losing tension. “You do? Even though—”
“Exquisite, Noemi. Your body, the way you are letting my friend fuck you, has me so aroused I may explode, and you’re not even touching me. That is how sexy you look.”
She moaned, her sexual tension building again.
I growled with hunger since my need was feeding hers. “You are extraordinary.”
As Noemi came on my hand, and Sal was able to sink fully inside her, I realized it is not only a woman’s heart that is attached to her body. It is also her mind. If the mind is holding insecurities or fear, you have lost the best part of making love; touching her free spirit.
Even though things were going magnificently with Noemi—Sal and I now both enjoying being with her at the same time—I felt an invisible noose around my neck. I didn’t know who was placing it there, but it was tightening. No man wants to feel caged. I desired control over my life, yet felt I had none.
“What’s wrong?” asked Isabella, while a cool breeze blew through her hair.
I was about to turn eighteen. Now that I was thinking about that fact, I realized that meant so was Noemi. That meant— “I feel like I am saying goodbye to so much at once.”