No! Me! Choose me!
“Of course!” Sal cheered, practically causing me to lose Scarlett. “If that is your preference. I’ve never been with two women at once.”
“Why?” Her hair was elegantly tied back with some sort of stick-thing Mae got her, exposing her perfectly silky neck.
Sal studied another puzzle piece. “I’m a very focused lover. I prefer to give all my attention to one woman at a time.” He placed the puzzle piece in its place. “Think you want a woman instead of a man—Ow!”
I kicked him under the table.
“Hmm…” Scarlett eyed me, then her own body sitting in a chair. Then me again. Her eyes went half-lidded. “I want a man.”
Erection? Check!
As if Sal could see through the table, he laughed. “Hear that, Angelo? She wants a man in bed. Should I offer her my services?”
My upper lip started to lift because he wasn’t to push that, but Scarlett sat up straight. “Is having two lovers at once supposed to be nice, too?”
Sal and I blinked in horror, but Scarlett was waiting for an answer.
I couldn’t. I simply lost the ability to talk as I envisioned multiple murders.
“Scarlett,” Sal softly spoke, “no matter how many lovers you have, at once or separate, it should always be nice. You should never feel pain if you don’t want to.”
“Who would ever want pain on purpose?”
Sal’s expression showed he had just stumbled into a BDSM conversation. “Uh, well, it’s like… er.”
I grabbed Scarlett’s hand on top of the table. “This is probably so confusing for someone like you, who has been harmed while being forced to have sex, but there are some people who actually enjoy pain. They enjoy someone having control over their bodies.”
She shook her head. “I’ve never had it any other way, but my heart says I will love having control over what happens to my own body.”
I smiled. So did Sal. He told her, “And there’s growth. Always express what you want to any lover you ever choose to have.”
The thought of her choosing anyone other than me and Sal made my chest tighten.
Still holding my hand, she grabbed Sal’s, too. “Will you make love to my body someday?”
Sal kissed her hand. “It would be one of the best days of my life, Dove. But, let’s follow Angelo’s advice and start slow.”
Slowly rising from her chair, she leaned forward over the corner of the table. Sal, frozen in place, watched her ever so slight movements. Even when she tenderly kissed him, his eyes closed. As if her lips were causing a delicious pain, his hands gripped the arms of his chair.
Face to face, she told him, “Okay. Slow, for now.” Gazing at his lips, she asked, “Will liking sex be anything like how much I just loved that kiss?”
Sal was struggling to talk, staring at her mouth. “Y-Yes.” He fought for air. “You will feel it,” he dared to let go of an arm of the chair and rubbed his stomach, “here.”
My mouth salivated. Her raw sex appeal was more natural than I had ever witnessed. She oozed seduction without even knowing how to seduce. It was her untainted responses. She didn’t even understand the concept of faking something, therefore never committed the crime of lying. Faking pleasure during sex was just that. A lie. I knew Scarlett was going to be one of the most honest lovers to exist. When she stared at your mouth, you could feel what she wanted. You felt her growing hunger.
Sal, a very experienced lover, was entranced. He was fighting his every desire to take her mouth. I understood. Her magnetic pull was that powerful.
Hovering her mouth over his, she quietly said, “I feel something in my stomach right now.”
I think he babbled something incoherent at that moment. Maybe he didn’t make any noise. I’m not sure because she had captured my full attention.
Not moving or giving tortured Sal space, she told him, “You said permission is most important.” He only nodded. She asked, “May I lick your lips?” Another stiff nod took place. I think he was holding his breath as her wet tongue reached out and swiped.
His breathing became the only noise in the dining room, besides the creaking chair arms he was now strangling. Then he said, “Angelo, help me before I throw her on the table and slide—”
He deserved this torture. Now, he could understand what I had been going through, and how much willpower it took to keep denying Scarlett. I wasn’t going to help him one bit. “Will you need to be tied, also?”
“Help. Me.”
“Fine.” Smirking, I said, “Divine, ease up on your powers and have mercy on the two males in this room.”
Now, she stared at my mouth.
Oh fuck.
In a long, silky nightgown, she prowled around the table to me, her eyes locked on mine. She moved like a well-oiled racecar, ready to spin wheels on the track. “Angelo, I give you permission to ravage me.”
It was now my turn to grab onto the arms of the chair.
“Angelo, I am no longer willing to wait.”
“T-time. Y-You need time.”
She crawled into my lap, straddling me. “The only time I need is what you will give me. Now.”
“S-S-Sal.” When he didn’t answer, I looked to see his empty chair. “Sal?”
He was digging through a drawer. “I am searching for something with which to tie you up. Someone is going to get to fucking. No more waiting. There aren’t enough showers in the world to save me now. I’d fuck Mae if she would give me a go.”
His voice faded away as I got lost in her pleading, galaxy eyes.
All restraint and will to deny her faded away.
Licking my lips, I nodded. “Okay… Star.”
Standing at the end of my bed, Sal and I stared at the headboard. I mumbled, “What have I gotten myself into?” Scarlett was no longer accepting my excuses. Determination had taken over.
“Sex with a Goddess?” He had a beige cloth napkin in each hand that matched my wonderfully plain room. “Think she wants music?”
Like my suit, I preferred simple and direct. That is why I chose this particular bedroom in the beginning. “What?”
Sal shrugged. “She may never have had music while, uh, you know.”
Taking off my suit jacket, I growled, “No. Her rapists probably never played jolly tunes while violating her. Will you stop making me more nervous than I already am?”
“Angelo, please don’t think of them during this.”
I threw my jacket into the corner. “How can I not?”
He slapped my face with a napkin. “Stop being a little bitch.”
“You hit me.” I was so shocked he had smacked me, I didn’t retaliate.
“And I will again.” He picked up my jacket. “I have no pity for you right now. You’re about to get laid.” He hung my jacket in the closet. “I have to go unload a dishwasher. Now, remove your holster.”
As I observed everything happening in that room, I chuckled. “You are worried about my suit when you are about to tie me to a bed so that a Giordano, let me remind you, can fuck me.” I took off my holster and laid it on the nightstand closest to the door, where I kept it when I slept in this room.