Page 42 of A Treasure To Keep
“I’m not. Andrea enjoys it when I describe to him how I’m going to please you. He also enjoys watching it happen. If you haven’t noticed, it turns him on knowing that I can please you.” That’s something I’ve never been aroused by. Until Marco came along. Don’t get me wrong, our ménage à trois always included seeing and providing pleasure to everyone. Now they could tie me to a chair, fuck right in front of me, and I’d be turned onby hearing and seeing the pleasure Marco brings her. And vice versa.
El steps out of her heels and climbs over Marco to straddle his lap. She positions his thick cock at her entrance before putting on a show as she inches her way down his shaft. My eyes go from watching how she stretches around him to how Marco’s eyes roll in the back of his head. I step over to the side table, grab the bottle of lube, and head back to the edge of the bed. I’m in a perfect position to reach El’s hips as I slide my hands up her stockings, squeezing where the stockings meet her thighs. I continue up to her hips until I’m able to hinge her over to lay her chest on Marco’s. The sight of her curves, the small piece of her thick thighs pushing out from the top of her stockings, and Marco stretching her. It’s delectable. All of a sudden she yelps, moaning when I bend over, biting her ass until I leave a mark.
“My apologies, mon trésor. If Marco’s going to fuck your pussy, I need to mark you as mine somehow.” I grab the same cheek, pressing my thumb into the bite mark as I open her cheeks, causing her to hiss. I pop the cap of the bottle of lube and pour it down her crack to cover my shaft.
“Fuck, man. If you don’t stuff El’s ass soon, I’m going to bust before I have a chance to fuck her.” I press my way into El’s tight hole, transfixed by the pressure from Marco’s dick in her pussy.
El gasps, her body stiffening while she adapts to the sensation of both her holes being filled. It’s a sensation she always needs time to adjust to. Marco and I keep our eyes locked until El’s body relaxes when she moans again, a sign that she’s ready for us to start moving. With every slow, aching thrust, Marco, El, and I react the same. The three of us pant and moan, El tightening around Marco and me when we thrust inside of her, our balls hitting together at the same time.
“Don’t stop. Please!” I love it when she begs. The words are music to my ears when they escape her lips.
The way both our cocks press together inside El makes her significantly tighter, which I didn’t think was possible until I knew by experience. Marco is trying to keep from coming, wanting to match how long I last by how his eyes roll. Shivers roll down El’s body as she throws her head back, moaning and reaching back toward me, and the other presses against Marco’s broad chest. The sign that something beautiful is about to happen.
I turn El’s face to me, taking her mouth in mine as I kiss her with every ounce of love I can give her. When we part ways, I keep her eyes on me as she whimpers while Marco’s fingers drive her wild by rubbing her swollen clit.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re stuffed to the brim with cock, mon trésor. Are you going to come for us? You have to come first before Marco and I can come. You said you want to be messy, oui? Then come.” I wrap my hand around her body, stroking down Marco’s defined core before replacing his hand with mine on her clit. She tightens around us and rocks back and forth in Marco’s lap, searching for her release. I take my other hand and grab Marco’s hand, leading it to El’s breast to pinch her erect nipple. Marco releases her nipple, gently stroking it to soothe the pain from pinching it. Within seconds her legs are shaking when she soaks Marco’s cock while screaming our names when she comes, Marco and I following soon after.
The three of us are coated in a thin veil of sweat as Marco and I are still seated inside of her until our cocks soften. I pull out of El first, allowing her to roll off Marco as our cum drips out of her holes. Fuck, it’s a fantastic sight.
El settles her head on Marco’s chest, and I wrap her in my arms and place my hand on Marco’s stomach. When we come down from the high of our adventure, the main question sits in my head.
“What prompted this, Marco? We haven’t spoken since El and I got engaged. What happened?”
Marco closes his eyes, and I don’t miss the small hitch in his breath as he tries to calm himself enough to answer.
“Alessandro got shot.”
Chapter 46
Marco
Andrea asks me the question I was hoping to avoid. I knew I wouldn’t be able to excuse my sudden appearance. I didn’t even think about what reason I would give them. Only that I needed to be there with them.
I don’t want to say this out loud, don’t want to admit what may be Alessandro’s fate. My heart hammers in my ears while I prepare to answer them. I almost choke on the words when I finally find the guts to answer Andrea.
“Alessandro got shot.” El and Andrea sit up simultaneously, and I don’t miss the sympathy in their eyes. I hate that.
El places her hand on my cheek, her thumb gently going back and forth in an attempt to soothe me. “We’re here if you want to keep talking. Believe it or not, I’m able to listen.”
I take a second to settle myself, knowing that if I talk too soon, I’ll end up crying. I fucking hate crying. I’ve cried enough in the last few months to cover the next few decades.
When I know I’ll be able to talk without choking, I tell Andrea and El the full story. “Alessandro has been staying home forweeks, allowing other people to collect for him. Myself and the rest of our guys assumed he was staying at home to be around for Luci whenever she would need him. Especially considering how late in her pregnancy she is. Now I wonder if he received some threat and stayed home to keep himself safe. Alessandro is my family, my best friend. Other than Geno, he’s the only family I have left. My mamma left, and my papa is dead. I’m an only child, and one of the few two people who took me in is in a position where he might leave me, too. Every time I close my eyes, the sight of his bleeding body on the table replays in my head. I can’t lose him. I realized at that moment that I need you two. I need people I care about. Not exclusively in the sexual sense, either. You two are the closest thing to a relationship I’ve ever let myself have. Please don’t push me away. Not right now. Break me later, but let me stay. Just for tonight.”
I don’t realize I’ve let a tear escape until Andrea swipes it away, reaching over El in the meantime. “Of course you can stay. I’m going to make the three of us dinner while you and El shower. Please stay. We’ll take care of you.”
Andrea rolls out of bed, throwing on his pajama pants. After he’s left the bedroom, El places her hand back on my cheek, turning my head to hers while she stares into my eyes. I’ve never fully noticed how gorgeous her eyes are. Andrea said they’re the color of water when the sun reflects off it. I thought he was being his romantic, whipped self. Now I understand. The sympathy that was there is gone, replaced with the signature confidence she shows the world.
“Alessandro is strong. A gunshot won’t kill him. He’s got too much to live for. He’s also too fucking stubborn to die that way. Now get up. I’m going to take care of you.” El tries to grab my hand and drag me out of bed, but my hand slips out of hers. She flips backward, rolling out of the bed instead.
Her head pops up from the side of the bed with her lips pursed as swords practically shoot out from her eyes. Her eyes narrow into slits when I laugh. She stands anyway, leaning into one hip and arms crossed in her typical stance.
“Get out of the fucking bed so I can wash and condition your pretty hair.” With that, El walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
When I get out of bed, my reflection stares back at me through the quickly fogging mirror. I have to admit, El is right. My hair is pretty. My focus switches to where the water falls off El’s body and splashes off the shower floor. Through the steamed-up glass, I can’t distinguish El’s features, but can examine the shadow of her perfectly curvy body.
El turns around when I step into the shower, the last bit of shampoo washing out of her hair and smudged eye makeup lining her under eyes. She reaches toward me and has me sit on the bench, grabbing the extra handheld showerhead while straddling my lap. I sigh when the hot water sprays through my hair, causing my head to lull back as El’s long, round nails massage my scalp. That reminds me, I need to get my hair cut. The lingering scent of Andrea’s eucalyptus and mint shampoo hangs in the air when she’s done washing and conditioning my hair. El kisses me on the forehead, snapping me out of the trance she had me in.
“You can be open with Andrea and I about your emotions. This apartment is a safe space. Anything you say here stays between the three of us. You don’t have to be afraid to be vulnerable.” At this moment, I’m thankful that we’re in the shower, allowing me to disguise what’s water and what’s tears.