Page 41 of A Treasure To Keep
“Are you saying you want to be the voyeur this time?” I don’t miss the tent in Andrea’s pants when he scans his eyes down my body.
I walk around Andrea and Marco, stopping between them to grab each of the bulges in their pants. “And you two are saying if I did, you would argue with it?”
“Who the fuck said that? Seeing you in this outfit, your hand grasping my cock. You have me by the balls here, literally.” A groan vibrates from deep in Marco’s chest as I tighten my hand, and his hips thrust into my hand.
I let go of Marco’s dick, turn to Andrea, and pull his head to the side. I kiss his neck, a perfect deep red kiss mark left in its place. I turn away from them and walk over to the decorative chair in the corner. Normally, it’s used as a place to lay the clothes I picked out and decided not to wear, forgetting to hang them back up. It’s the only habit I have that drives Andrea crazy.It’s a work in progress. I sit down and cross one leg over the other, staring at my prey. Wow, the two of them are fucking hot.
“Here are the rules. I’m going to tell the two of you what to do, and you’re going to follow my directions. If you don’t, you don’t get to come. And these stilettos can be extremely painful if stepped on the wrong area. I would recommend behaving. Marco.” I take the leg I crossed over and straighten it out, showing off how sharp the heel is, then settle it back where it was.
Marco’s caveman face crunches in annoyance. “Why me? Andrea could misbehave!”
“Doubtful. Now, are you two going to be my good boys?” Andrea and Marco nod their heads, now both of them fairly caveman-esque.
“Perfect. Marco, wrap your hand around Andrea’s neck and continue kissing. Convince me you two crave each other.” Andrea gasps when Marco grabs his throat, catching him off guard as he crashes his lips to Andrea’s. This time, there’s no hesitation. And it’s not exclusively based on my guidance; it’s what he truly wants. What he needs from Andrea. Something he never knew until the three of us got involved. I sit on the chair, watching as their tongues fight for dominance. The stunning contrast between Marco’s large tattooed frame and Andrea’s lean body, with no marks other than the hint of my lipstick showing from under Marco’s hand, is intoxicating.
“Marco, let go of Andrea’s throat. Allow him to kneel between your legs and suck your cock.” Andrea settles himself on his knees and rushes to unbuckle Marco’s pants. Why rush? I tsk several times, garnering their attention. “Slower. Give me a show, my love. Let me memorize this moment.”
Andrea slows down, teasing Marco as the clang of his belt echoes in the bedroom when Andrea pulls out Marco’s leaking cock. Andrea sticks his tongue out, licking the pre-cum toprevent it from dripping to the floor. Marco’s cock twitches, and he grabs onto the back of Andrea’s head, about ready to thrust inside his mouth, when I stop them.
“Not yet. I need to know, Marco. Will you make Andrea gag on your dick? Regardless of how difficult it is, I want to hear him choke on you. I want to see his eyes water and drool flood out of his mouth. But only if you can do that to him.” Marco looks down at Andrea as Andrea nods, permitting him to follow my directions.
Marco shoves his cock in Andrea’s mouth, catching Andrea off guard as he gags. Andrea takes no measures to relax his throat, letting Marco follow my directions as he tries to blink away tears forming in his eyes. My clit throbs as the first tear falls down Andrea’s cheek. My hand twitches to walk over to the two of them and wipe it away, praising him simultaneously. I can’t let myself interrupt their moment. Instead of doing both, I do the one thing I can while still sitting here.
“You’re doing fabulously, my love. Letting Marco fuck your throat until tears run down your handsome face. Are you needy, my love?” Andrea nods his head the best he can as Marco continues to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“You can pull your cock out. Show me how needy you are.” Andrea easily and quickly pulls his cock out of his pants. He thrusts into his hand with the same speed that Marco fucks his mouth, desperate to find the relief he’s been wishing for since I revealed myself in this outfit.
“You two better slow down. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you. And that won’t be for a very. Very. Very long time.” Andrea removes his hand at the same time Marco pulls out of Andrea’s mouth in an attempt not to come too early.
“What should we do now, mon trésor?” Both Andrea and Marco are slightly shaking, their bodies begging me to let themfind more pleasure. I should let them continue, but I’m getting a little jealous.
“Now, the two of you are going to stuff my holes until I’m messy with both loads of your cum.”
I was going to have Marco fuck Andrea as Andrea fucked me, but watching them together got me horny. I want to be the center of attention now.
Chapter 45
Andrea
El stands up and faces us, flicking her glare between the two of us, waiting for something to happen. “Are you two going to fuck me, or should I take care of it myself?” Marco and I still have our hard cocks out, and I don’t miss how our dicks simultaneously twitch.
When I step toward El, Marco reaches out and stops me, contemplating what El said. “If you did, could we watch this time?”
“No. I’d go into the other bedroom and lock the door. I have plenty of toys to keep myself entertained in there.”
Marco lets go of my arm, and I reach toward El, yanking her out of the chair to hold her close to me. Our tongues twist together when I press my lips to hers, holding her close enough that our bodies melt into one. El yelps when her head is pulled away from me, Marco wrapping her hair around his large tattooed fist.
“Do you see what your little game did to Andrea and me? If you say you want to be stuffed, that will be no issue. But if you’regoing to be stuffed, we need to do it the way we did New Year’s Eve when Andrea fucked your ass as you rode me.” Marco lets go of her hair, takes off his shirt, and steps out of his pants before he lies down on the bed. His large body, covered in intricate tattoos, covers a majority of the bed as he spreads out.
“Ride me, El. Show me how desperate you are for my cum. Better yet, show Andrea how desperate you are for my cum.” Goosebumps ripple down my body when he mentions my name.
“While you’re at it, prepare her for me. Get her out of that hot as fuck bodysuit.” I step behind El, lowering the straps on her bodysuit. The bodysuit clings to her body like a second skin. With every inch I peel off her, I kiss her shoulder, down the center of her back, until I have to kneel behind her. El helps shift her hips from side to side as I work it over her ass and down her thighs.
Once the bodysuit is pooled by her feet, I spin her around, pulling one leg over my shoulder to press my face against her pussy. I clasp my lips around her clit and suck, flicking her bundle of nerves with my tongue. When I look up, she’s playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples with her eyes closed, living in the moment.
Marco clears his throat, causing the two of us to stop and turn his way. “I said prepare her, Andrea, not get her off. My dick will be the one drenched in her cum, not your face.”
“Who said you were in charge now?” El smiles cheekily while challenging Marco.