Page 36 of A Treasure To Keep
With a nod of his head, Andrea and I gently move in tandem. I dig my nails into my leg to prevent myself from coming too soon as our cocks slide against each other. The more we fuck El, the wetter she gets, giving in to her pleasure and losing track of the initial fear that she’s got two cocks inside of her.
“Fuck. Andrea, are you about to come? We need to fill her at the same time. Make sure our mixed cum is dripping out of her.” He nods his head, and I know he’s holding back as much as I am. We need to wait. We can’t come yet. “El, come for us. We can’t fill you until you soak our cocks.” Andrea and I kiss and nibble on opposite sides of her neck, knowing by the tightening of her pussy around us that she’s about to come. I smirk at Andrea, nodding my head to push her off the edge. He brings his lips to the shell of her ear, whispering.
“Mon trésor, come for us. Hold both our cocks in place as we fill you at the same time.” Almost immediately, El screams our names, squirting all over us. Instantly, that causes us to fill her. I love how Andrea twitches against me as he drains himself.
We gently pull out of El as she threatens to drip our cum on Andrea before tightening to hold in as much as she can. I flip El off Andrea, noticing how both our loads finally drip out of her when I stand at the edge of the bed. Now, normally, I’d go and get a washcloth, making sure it’s warm enough to soothe her sore pussy. I have a better idea.
“Hey, Lover Boy. Come see this from my view.” Andrea follows my directions by coming to stand by me, hypnotized by the sight between El’s legs.
“Lick her clean.” He snaps his head, shocked by my statement. I’d call him a big fat liar if he told me he’s never licked her pussy clean. Now he’s got more to snack on.
“You heard me. Lick. Her. Clean.”
El groans when Andrea settles between her legs, licking at her slit. I climb into bed, lying on my side right by her ear.
“What’s that sound for? Are you sore? Don’t worry, Andrea is going to make it all better.” Her hooded eyes turn to me, the ocean color of her eyes foggy with how exhausted she is.
Andrea takes his time eating our cum out of her, climbing up her body to lie on her other side when he’s done. He reaches his hand over her leg, swiping across my hand when he turns her to him. Sparks fly between us at that touch, missed by El when she snuggles up to Andrea. Before we can think too far into it, a knock appears on the front door of their apartment, followed by a sweet midwestern accent.
“No shame to anything that’s happening, but the walls are thinner than you think.” Whoever knocked on the door walks away as the three of us widen our eyes. I guess we didn’t realize how loud we were.
El triggers the three of us when she laughs before I ask the big question. “Who was that?”
Andrea answers me, knowing who it is since he’s lived here longer than El has. “Our next-door neighbor. She’s harmless, regardless of how nosy she is. We share the wall behind the bed. I think it may share with her living room.”
Once the three of us have stopped laughing, we doze off. As I’m falling asleep, a hand tangles in mine, and I know instantly by the size that there’s no way it’s El’s hand. I don’t pull away as the three of us fall into a deep sleep. The best sleep I’ve gotten in months, all thanks to the two of them.
Chapter 38
El
The night Andrea, Marco, and I shared with both of them inside me was exactly a month ago. Since then, I’ve noticed small, intimate moments between Marco and Andrea. I’m pretty sure they think I don’t see them. Normally, there's a small brush of their hands as they walk by each other, or they’ll wrap their hands together as we tangle ourselves together before falling asleep. Then there was the other day when I hid around the corner, noticing them on the living room sofa. I could have sworn for a second they were going to kiss until Marco noticed me. I guess I’m not as good at hiding as I thought.
Today is the first day the three of us haven’t spent together since Luci’s baby shower. Marco has work to catch up on, and Andrea mentioned he has big plans for the two of us. He left for work with a rushed goodbye while I was in the shower. I came out to a beautiful dress and shoes laid out on our bed. Next to it lay a note with a single red rose.
Mon trésor,
I have reservations for us at your favorite restaurant tonight. Get your nails and hair done on me, and wear this. I’ll pick you up after work at 6:30.
Je t’aime,
Andrea
At 6:30 on the dot, I’m zipping up the dress, a sleek ivory off-the-shoulder midi dress with a slit that reaches mid-thigh. Lace details line the bottom hem and up the slit. And I’ve accomplished the impossible: finding a strapless bra that I don’t have to adjust all night. I finish with a blush lipstick, a simple gold necklace that I purchased in Florence, and a black clutch to match my heels. I took Andrea’s suggestion earlier, spoiling myself with a blowout and a mani-pedi.
I race out of the bedroom the second the door opens, giving Andrea a little spin. He’s already dressed for tonight in a perfectly tailored black suit, white shirt, and printed shoes. He loves to add personality to a classic outfit.
“Excuse me. Who gave you permission to be this hot? Let’s have a quicky. I’m not wearing underwear.” I pull him into the kitchen, hoping that he will bend me over the counter.
I almost trip when he pulls me back to the front door. “While I’d love that, we could hit traffic. You know how much I hate being late.”
Andrea opens the door to the car and the restaurant, forever being the gentleman he’s always been. He escorts me to the hostess stand, confirming our reservation. The restaurant we’re at is elegant and known to be expensive. The hostess leads us to a private table, away from the rest of the people who are enjoying their food. He pulls out my chair, allowing me to sit down before sitting in his chair.
Andrea orders our wine and food as he reaches his right hand over, taking my left hand in his and kissing the back of it. He continues to hold my hand, rubbing his thumb receptively over my ring finger.
After dinner, I’m practically orgasming over the delectable dessert when Andrea grabs the fork, setting it on the plate before speaking. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t believe that I was able to live before meeting you. I’ve treasured every second we’ve spent together as much as I’ve treasured you. I—”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Blood rushes through my ears as I fade out what he’s saying. He can’t be. He isn’t. Is he?