Page 1 of A Treasure To Keep
Prologue
Marco
“Fuck,” I groan as the woman on top of me rides my cock while her boyfriend fucks her ass from behind. We’ve known each other casually since I moved here from Italy, pushing aside any sexual desires until now. Who knew it would only take several shots and a pre-booked hotel room?
On the other hand, I doubt this is the first time they’ve done this with another person. New Year’s Eve? A booked hotel room? Purposefully drinking and socializing at a hotel where they don’t know anyone? Except for me, of course. That happened to be a random event. Regardless, I’m convinced they wanted to find a third tonight. I was at the same party, hoping to start the new year with a bang. Now, we all get what we want.
El, the woman on top of me, works as a stylist where I get all my clothes. She’s perfectly curvy and petite, shorter than five feet, with blonde hair, ocean-blue eyes, and attitude out the ass. Andrea, her boyfriend, and my stylist, is averagely built with matching brown hair and eyes and completely pussy whipped when it comes to her.
I’ll admit I’m a style snob, spending the extra money to hire a stylist and get my clothes custom-made. Andrea makes that easier. I’ve even gotten my best friend Alessandro and several other men who work for him to hire Andrea. In turn, Andrea has become someone Alessandro and I consider somewhere between an employee and a friend. In layman’s terms, Andrea, Alessandro, and I gamble together in Alessandro’s room behind his bar.
“Une si bonne fille. Mon trésor. Do you like it when I share you? When two cocks fill your desperate holes?” El whimpers and tightens around my cock, turned on by what Andrea said, making me moan in return.
“Holy shit, El. You are such a fucking slut. Letting a man who’s not your boyfriend fuck that tight, sweet pussy while he’s stuck behind you fucking your ass. Does that mean when you come, you’ll be coming for me?” I can tell she’s turned on by my degradation and Andrea’s praise by the whine that escapes her clenched teeth.
I don’t miss how Andrea’s hands tighten around her hips, and his eyes widen when I speak to El. It almost makes me wonder if Andrea enjoys some minor cuckolding. If so, this could get interesting.
She smirks when she reaches behind her, grabbing Andrea’s wrist to rub her clit. She moans low when he reaches the right spot. “Fat fucking chance, Marco. I may be riding your cock, but Andrea is the man I love. You may help make me come, but I only come for him.”
After feeling her pussy, I understand why Andrea deals with El’s bratty-ass attitude. “I bet you’ll change your mind when your cum is drenching my cock. What do you think, Andrea? Do you think she’ll enjoy it when I make her come for me?”
I’m caught off guard when, instead of Andrea answering, El stops riding me. She pulls her body off me, climbs her way upthe bed, and straddles my head. The sight of her drenched pussy teases me as she hovers above my face. Slowly, she lowers herself until she’s fully seated on my face. And I mean seriously sits on my face. Death by pussy? Fuck yeah.
“Here, how about you put your mouth to some actual work instead of talking out of your ass? Oh!” Her attempt was to shut me up is busted when she realizes the only thing better than my cock is my mouth. My tongue piercing creates the perfect amount of friction, causing goosebumps to pebble on her skin while she grinds her pussy on my tongue.
El’s pleasure distracts me enough that I don’t process Andrea settling himself between my legs until my dick is plunged deep into his mouth. I always wondered if Andrea was bisexual. Now, having the proof, I thought I’d freak out and throw El off me. Except in this moment, I crave El’s taste on my tongue just as much as I want Andrea to keep sucking me off. Holy shit. He takes me down to the base, swallowing around me while my thighs tense and my balls twitch. What the fuck?
No. I fuck women. Always have.
Regardless of my confusion, I find myself reaching down to grab his head and face fuck him. My dick slides smoothly down his throat, with no resistance pushing back. Does he not have a gag reflex?
El’s moans pull me from my thoughts as she speeds up, whimpering while she chases her orgasm. When she falls off the edge, I find my thrusts into Andrea’s mouth getting shallow. Instinctually, I hold his head down as ropes of cum shoot down his throat, forcing him to swallow before I’ve let his head go.
Andrea pulls El off me, flipping her onto the bed and thrusting into her. Their lips collide as Andrea groans, coming deep inside her.
Andrea whispers sweet-sounding words in French into her ears, cuddling up to each other while they fall asleep.
Me, on the other hand? I’m frozen, trying to process what happened.
Once they’re asleep, I quickly throw on my clothes in a panic. I need to leave the hotel room and head back to my house. I’m still latching my belt and throwing on my jacket while I race out of the room. I rapidly press the elevator button, delusionally convinced that if I press it harder, the elevator will come quicker.
When I finally get into my truck, I pause, trying to process how the actions of the last few hours led to Andrea sucking me off.
What the fuck happened?
Why did I like it?
And why do I crave to have it happen again?
Chapter 1
El
9 Months Later
“Eleanora Marie Gallo, you come downstairs and eat breakfast this instant!” Mamma yells from downstairs as I rush to bolt out the door. Shit, I’m late for work. My boss is going to be pissed.
I fix my bracelets, or what I call my treasures, on my wrist before grabbing my handbag and adjusting my dress. I take five seconds at my vanity to crisp up my lip liner before bolting out the door. Hopefully, I can escape with a simple goodbye without my parents stopping me.