Page 36 of A Debt to Pay
“We’ve gone over this. It’s the excitement of getting caught. Alessandro will get turned on by you trying to keep your cool and drag you into a dressing room or bathroom. Andrea and I have sex constantly at the store. We’ve been caught enough that I’m convinced they would have fired us if you, Alessandro, and Marco weren’t clients of ours. Oh my God! You should totally give the remote to Alessandro on your wedding day. Do you know how hard he would get by seeing you try to focus on your vows while he controls this? Especially when a priest is marrying you! The second you two are away from everyone, he would drag you somewhere to defile his little wife.”
“What if someone notices we’re missing? My mamma will want to see me right after.”
“I’ll say you two went to pray because Lord knows you’ll be calling for God.” I’m constantly shocked by what comes out of El’s mouth. She switches to the next toy, displaying it as if it were a prize on a TV show.
“And this! It’s a vibrating butt plug.”
“Why does everything have to vibrate?” The words leave my mouth before I have a chance to think them through. El cracks up laughing.
“The simple answer is because of the pleasure it brings. Since you don’t have much experience, I’m sure you haven’t had two guys at once, by the way, amazing. I know Alessandro is not the kind that would share, so this will do. The idea is to have it in, turn it on, and let Alessandro fuck you at the same time. The vibration will make you two go feral.” I can honestly say this one she has me convinced.
We’ve gone through the bags of sex toys El brought, currently laughing and gossiping like old friends, which I guess now she is.
“Do you think you and Andrea will ever get married?” I’ve never seen El defeated until I ask her this and I know I’ve gone too far. “Don’t answer that. Forget it.”
“No, honey, it’s okay. It’s complicated. Andrea’s mom is French, and he was raised on the outskirts of Paris. His father isn’t around, and even though his father was Italian, my parents refuse to accept him because he’s not full Italian. How fucking old school is that? Anyway, even being with Andrea tests the waters on any sort of solid relationship with my parents. To make it worse, we had a massive fight and I moved in with Andrea recently. I would have that fight a thousand times, though, if it meant keeping Andrea. He’s my person.” I’m envious of El and Andrea. They’re perfect together. The way she talks about him and the way he cherishes her is what everyone should strive for. I’m deep into my feelings with Alessandro andI have to accept he will never reciprocate them. I’m not sure he could even if he wanted to.
“Is that why Andrea calls you his treasure?”
“You understood that?”
“Not exactly. Marco called you treasure in Italian and it sounded similar enough to how Andrea said it.”
“It’s a long and several-part story. I’ll summarize it for you. I tend to collect things. I call them my treasures. I’ll collect just about anything, mainly random trinkets and jewelry. It started when I was a kid and would bring random things home from the park that people had lost or dropped. Spare buttons, babies lost socks, etc, and it grew from there. Then when Andrea and I first dated, he saw my little random collections, a.k.a. my treasures. Later he gave me some big speech about how he’s been searching for his trésor, his treasure. Girl, the way I soaked through my underwear at his words! He got the gold star treatment that night.” It’s like El could never mention anything without adding any sort of flirtation to it.
“Where does Marco’s mocking come into place, then?”
“It doesn’t! He’s an asshat that gets off on making fun of people. He’s laughed at Andrea’s nickname for me from day one. Never mind that tonight is about you, not Andrea and I.”
El and I are having enough fun that we miss the sound of the boys getting home until Andrea texts El, letting her know they’re staying the night. We say our goodnights and I sneak into Alessandro’s room, our room, and see him sleeping peacefully. I take a chapter out of El’s book of sex and strip down beforeclimbing into bed, making sure not to disturb him. I’m tipsy and content as I fall asleep, hoping Alessandro and I can have a fraction of what El and Andrea have.
Chapter 34
Alessandro
7 Days Until The Wedding
Sometime in the middle of the night, Luci came in and climbed into bed. The only reason I know this is when I wake up, Luci is sleeping on her back, naked. She doesn’t move when I sneak under the covers, opening her legs to see her tight pussy. A small triangle of hair is left on top, a contrast to how she was before I took her virginity. It makes me see her as a woman, my soon-to-be wife, my love. I grab onto her soft thighs as I slip my face between them, licking up her slit, taking time to suck her clit into my mouth. She stirs, moaning in her half-asleep state, then stiffening as she realizes what’s happening.
“Shhh, mio premio. It’s me. Relax.” Her body listens as she opens her legs, giving me more space to pull her close. She letsout a small yelp when I bite her clit and return to gentle licks after to soothe the sensitive skin. She tangles her hand in my hair, holding me still as she grinds herself on my face. She lets out a breathy moan and I shove two fingers inside her drenched pussy, curling upward as her legs shake. Seconds later she closes her legs around my head, gasping as she comes on my face.
I lift the covers off, staring deep into Luci’s sparking gold eyes as I suck her release off my fingers. I rub myself between her folds, my achingly hard cock begging to be inside her. I’m about to push myself inside her when she stops me.
“Wait. Stop. Come here and lie on your back.” By the mischievous smile on her face mixed with the flush of her orgasm, I’m curious about what she has planned.
“Alright, I’ll play along. What do you have in store for me?”
“You’ll see.” Seeing her want to explore her sexuality is what turns me on the most. Part of me wonders if this is something El told her to do, and if she did, I’ll need to thank her. Luci settles in between my legs once I lay down, hands folded behind my head, waiting to see what she does. She wraps her hands around my cock, stroking it a few times as she licks her lips. She leans forward, licking up the length of my shaft and through my slit, licking up the small bead of precum. Readjusting herself from her stomach to her knees, she leans over as she raises her ass in the air. She takes me in her mouth, taking more with each bob of her head. I close my eyes and groan at the sensation of her mouth on me. She continues to move her mouth on my dick, her hands moving down to gently play with my balls.
“Just like that, Luci. You’re fucking perfect, always wanting to please the people around you, always trying to be good.” The slight flush deepens as she comes up, letting my dick fall onto my stomach. She leans back down on her heels as she continues to fondle my balls.
“Do you have any more surprises for me?” She nods and moves her hand to pump my cock again.
“Bend your knees.” She speaks gently and I almost miss it. Hesitantly I do as she asks, wondering what she has planned for me.
She resettles herself on her stomach before taking my balls into her mouth, sucking softly. I take the opportunity to relax, closing my eyes again to focus on the pleasure she brings me. My eyes spring open when she starts working her tongue farther back and I feel her lick elsewhere. What the fuck is she doing? I thought she was mortified the other night by it.
“Relax, Alessandro. I’m going to please you like you please me.” I settle as she goes back to licking while she jerks me. My body shivers at her motions and I know how enthusiastic she is to please me. It’s not long until I can sense my orgasm coming, and coming fast.