Page 43 of A Treasure To Keep
El surprises me when her lips reach mine, kissing me gently enough that it shows compassion. Little Marco doesn’t get the memo, my cock hardening underneath her. She must notice because she licks her lips, sitting up on her knees. My eyes rollback the instant she wraps her hand around my cock, slowly lowering herself. Jesus, fuck, how is she this tight?
I wrap my large hands around where her hips meet her thighs and rock her back and forth against me, giving us both the friction we need. She brings her hands to her full breasts, rubbing her nipples as she tightens around my shaft and moans loudly. A yelp escapes El when I suddenly stand, grabbing her ass as I press her against the shower wall, slamming my dick into her repeatedly.
“Fuck, El. I can’t get deep enough in you. No matter how I fuck you, I’m desperate to get deeper.” El screams my name when I ram as deep as her pussy will allow me.
Her blue eyes bore into me, lighter in the middle but with a dark blue rim on the outside. They beam the same lust that shows through her entire body. The way her plump lips part. The way her chest rises and falls when she makes pretty sounds for me. The way her hips open, allowing me between them before wrapping around my back.
She whimpers, signaling her incoming orgasm. I bend over slightly, taking her nipple in my mouth, and bite. Instantly, she bows her back, tightening around my shaft as she drenches me in her cum. Immediately, I fill her with every drop of my cum, staying inside of her until I soften before pulling out.
“C'était beau à regarder. Dinner is ready when you two are done.” El and I notice that Andrea is standing by the entrance to the bathroom, watching us with a shine in his eyes. He walks out of the bathroom, leaving the two of us to finish our shower.
I pull out of El and set her down on the floor. El stares up at me as I easily reach over her head to turn the shower off. The next thing I know, I’ve broken our sweet post-sex moment by laughing.
“What’s so fucking funny, Marco?” El crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up, and I notice cool air has hit themwhen her nipples harden. Apparently, El also notices when she walks past me, smacking the back of her hand against my junk as I wince.
When the pain in Little Marco is gone, I throw my pants on and walk into the kitchen. Andrea and El are sitting at the bar top, silently eating their dinner. When El sees me, she sets down her fork, glaring at it, then at my crotch. It’s her way of subtly saying that she’ll stick that in my balls if I laugh at her again. Andrea’s eyes flick back and forth between El and me, noticing the energy in the room.
“Did I miss something?”
“Marco laughed at me after you left the bathroom, staring at my tits when I got cold. You know, being the caveman he is.” She twirls pasta on her fork, eyes stuck on me as she puts the fork in her mouth.
“Woah, woah, woah. That’s not entirely true. El always wears heels, and I never realized until today how short she is. I was able to reach my arm out in front of her, and it completely reached over her head. You cannot tell me that’s not funny.” Andrea stares down at his plate, avoiding our petty argument.
“Hahaha. Yeah. It’s hysterical. Sit the fuck down and eat. I was a good person and made you a plate.”
We eat in silence until I hear my phone ring. We all whip our heads up, the same thoughts behind our eyes. Is this about Alessandro?
With a shaky hand, I reach into my pocket and pull it out. Geno’s name pops up on the screen. I immediately swipe to answer it and put it on speaker. El and Andrea quietly reach over to place their hands over mine, their way of silently supporting me as I greet Geno.
“Geno.” Sobbing comes from the other end of the phone, and my heart sinks into my stomach. No. It can’t be. Please.
“He’s alive, Marco. Alessandro survived.” I press my other hand on the bar top, hanging my head as tears threaten to escape. When I finally open my eyes, Geno has hung up, and El and Andrea have gentle smiles on their faces. I stare into their eyes, knowing this is it. A one-night stand has turned into the relationship I always needed.
Chapter 47
El
Since Alessandro got shot five days ago, the three of us have spent every night together. The only time we’re away from each other is when we’re working. Andrea and I have even carved a space out in the spare bedroom for some of Marco’s clothes, which is a lot harder than I thought it would be. The three of us have more clothes than three people should have. You could make the argument that individually, we have more clothes than three people. What can I say? It’s our vices.
I tap the handle of my blush brush on the table while my inner monologue continues, thinking of how we can solve the space issue. Could we turn the extra bedroom into an official closet instead of having everything tossed willy-nilly? Could we get a three-bedroom apartment? Does this building have three-bedroom apartments? What about a house?
Arms wrapping around my waist disrupt my internal monologue as lips kiss my neck, then nibble at my earlobe.
“What has your beautiful face scrunching that way?” Scrunching? If I keep doing that, I’ll need Botox earlier than I thought.
I spin around on my vanity stool, facing a shirtless Andrea. Holy shit, he’s hot. Tonight sounds like a wonderful night to give him and Marco a hot oil massage. Not the right time to think about that, El.
“The three of us have a lot of clothes.”
“Oui.” Andrea’s brows furrow together at my vague statement.
“When is your lease up?”
“In about six months. Why?”
“What if we moved into a larger apartment? Or maybe buy a house!”
I turn back around, touching up my blush when Andrea answers me. “Marco isn’t moving in with us if that’s where you’re headed with this. He’s brought over some of his things because it’s convenient. He also overpacked. You two are more similar than either of you will ever admit.”