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Vinny leans in, and it doesn’t take much to realize he’s going to fuck her ass while she’s on top of me. He shoots me a grin and winks. “Keep up.”
Jo gasps, arching back towards him. I can feel Vinny pushing into her, her body stiffening as she whimpers and he slides in. It’s not as quick as I slid into her pussy, and he has to put in some work.
“Keep going,” Jo grunts, and I didn’t realize I had stopped fucking her. But I can feel Vinny on her other side, stretching her tightest hole, and it makes my eyes roll thinking about how full she’s going to be. DP isn’t something I’ve tried before, but these two clearly know what they are doing.
When I start to move again, Vinny reaches around with his free hand and tweaks Jo’s nipple. She’s arched enough that I can see it hardening the instant he touches her, and I mimic the movement on her other breast, earning more cries of pleasure.
“Yes, god yes,” she moans. “Fuck me, boys, fuck me!”
Vinny presses down on us, and I have to tense my muscles to work to fuck up into her and not be pushed down. There’s a challenge in his eyes behind the lust, and I can feel us finding a rhythm as we move together until Jo’s screaming between us. The words from a moment ago turn to nonsense,and her hands slam down hard on my chest. With the belt still holding them together there isn’t much she can do.
He reaches up, abandoning her nipple as we fuck her in tandem. He wraps his hand around her throat, deliberately shooting me a look as he grips her. “Cum for us.”
She screams, and it makes my balls tighten watching her unravel. Her movements no longer match ours, turning to jerky rolls as she chases her orgasm. Vinny picks up speed, pounding her body down into me, and his hand never leaves her throat.
Between Jo bouncing and Vinny dominating her, I can’t hold back. I grab her wrists, pulling the belt to move her arms above her head, and it suspends her helplessly between us as I cum, a roar leaving me like never before.
I’venevermade this much noise during sex.
Vinny lasts the longest, but it’s only about another minute before he pins her down and moans too. When my balls feel like they’ve been drained, I let her wrists down gently, and she slumps against me.
He’s above us, leaning over me, and our eyes meet. There’s some sort of mutual, unspoken understanding between us.
This isourwoman now. I may not be part of this marriage, but I’m about to protect her like I possibly could be.
Chapter 13
“You don’t need to pretend like you’re interested.”
She glares at me as we sit together at Vinny’s place. For the past few months these two have made me feel at home, and it’s strange to not stand on the outside as much as I’m used to. I spent most of the last four years in Tallahassee and the surrounding suburbs since my mother died. Every foster placement ended in disappointment, so I try to not grow attached to anyone when I go to a new home. It’s always short term.
“I am interested,” I tell Jo, and she just smiles and shakes her head. “Show me again.”
She hesitates, tapping her fingers along the spirals of her notebook before leaning forward. “I’m just saying, it could be fun.”
“I guess Florida could use a sex club,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “There’s definitely not enough debauchery here.”
She snorts, tossing the notebook on the table between us. “My mother flipped her shit when she found that a couple months ago. She told me something like that would end in disaster. She said she was going to burn the notebook but I snuck it away.”
“She seems so… frigid about sex,” I say, and Jo offers me a half grin.
“You could say that. She’s certain I’m going to fuck up my life like she did when she was in high school. She was a teen mom.”
“Hmm.” I haven’t met Jo’s mom. We never go to her place when we hang out, and while the Franks are nice, they’re a bit older so I try to stay away from their place when I want to spend time with my friends.
My friends. What a concept.
Jo shifts around, peering out the front door. This place is Vinny’s, something he bought with money in a fund from his dad. He’s on the opposite end of the spectrum from Jo and I, the wealth obvious as I peer around the house. It’s not too big, but he’s still a teenager with a fucking house. I can’t say I know of anyone else at school with a luxury like that.
“Massimo can be such an ass,” Jo says beneath her breath, and I look over at her. “He’s… not kind. My mom is cold and sometimes mean, but nothing like Massimo.”
I tilt my head and follow her gaze. I can’t see Vinny from this angle, and his voice is quiet enough on the call that I can only hear him talking, not make out the words. “We all have someone in our life who makes things harder. Vinny’s is his father, yours appears to be your mother.”
“And his mother,” she scoffs, sitting back against the cushions again. “Gloria doesn’t like me, or my mother. I’m not even sure she likes Vinny half the time or if she’s just using him.”
“Parents. They can be the worst.”
“Tell me about it.” She turns her attention to me, running her gaze up and down. She’s always doing that, and even when Vinny’s caught her he’s never looked offended by it. I don’t know how he manages not to; Jo is a dream. If she wanted me, I would hope to never wake up.