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“El!” Insert dramatic and awkward pause here. “Yes.”
This has officially gotten weird. Whatever, I’ve done and asked worse. “Alrighty. Goodnight, doll.”
Chapter 51
Andrea
In the morning, El comes waltzing in the door while I’m eating breakfast. She’s wearing the same clothes from yesterday with a clean face. She doesn’t notice me until she sets down her keys and heads toward our bedroom.
“I didn’t see you, my love. How was your evening?” She struts over to me, as beautiful as ever, to kiss me. My cock hardens when she licks at the seam of my lips, begging for entrance. Her nails gently caress their way down my naked torso until they reach the waistband of my pants. The question doesn’t require an answer when she climbed onto my lap, straddling me as we struggle to keep our balance on the stool. She moans into my mouth, my favorite sound, as she grinds into my lap. “I’m going to assume that the answer is a yes.”
“I have an idea. Come with me.” El slides off my lap, grabbing my hand to lead me to our bedroom. She backs me up until my knees hit the footboard before pushing me onto the bed. When our eyes connect, she peels her dress off her shoulders, over her thick hips, and down her luscious thighs.
She’s practically ready to devour me when her eyes bore into me. A man can only hope. The second she leans over, she whips my sweatpants off me fast enough that I’m concerned that they may have ripped. She surprises me when, instead of climbing on top of me, she gets on her knees, forcing my knees back. What is her plan? She takes my cock in her hand, stroking it before she licks the underside of my dick, starting at my balls until she reaches the tip. It simultaneously causes goosebumps to cover my body.
I was hoping that would be the answer I’d get. Relax for me, my love. Let me please you.” She takes my cock in her hand, pumping me as she places kisses along my shaft and over my balls, making her way back. All of a sudden, I twitch when wetness coats my ass. I groan as she jerks me at the same time, making my eyes roll back and my hips thrust into her hand.
“Excuse me, if you want me to eat your ass, you need to stop moving.” El’s gorgeous face pops up between my legs, one eyebrow raised, testing my ability to stay still.
"I’ll stay still, mon trésor. I’ll be a good boy. Will you keep pleasing your love?” My legs shake with want as I wait patiently for her response.
“One last chance.” I freeze when she goes back to her previous position. I put all my energy into staying still as she pleases me. Her tongue disappears, and I hear a pop before she presses her finger against my tight hole, causing me to groan as she does. I tense my legs in an attempt to keep myself from thrusting back and forth.
“Aw. Does my love want to fuck my hand as I finger fuck his asshole? Give you your favorite type of pleasure.” I nod my head viciously, unable to give her any answer other than visually agreeing with what she asked of me.
“Fine. Show me how good it feels when I please you.” I gasp when the pressure of a second finger presses next to the firstone, making me press back, helping her in the process. The second her fingers settle, I thrust my cock into her hand and back onto her fingers.
There you go. Let me show you the kind of pleasure only your treasure can give you.” I barely process her words before she takes me deep in her throat. She gags when the head of my dick hits the back of her throat. I continue to face fuck her as I can sense my orgasm coming and coming fast.
“Mon trésor, I’m going to come. Please let me come down your throat. Swallow all of me.” There’s no chance for El to answer before my balls draw up and I come. I shoot ropes of cum down her throat, tightening around her fingers as she swallows every drop I give her.
I’m breathing heavily, recovering from the intense orgasm, when clapping appears from the corner. We both turn our heads to see Marco leaning against the frame of the bathroom with one foot crossed over the other.
“That was quite a show. Can I be next?”
El sits back on her heels, jaw clenched, as she stares at me before turning to Marco. “Andrea! How long has he been there? Marco, how long have you been there?”
Marco raises his eyebrows, winking at El. “The whole time.”
“The whole time! Why didn’t you tell me?” El blushes when she turns to me with wide eyes, trying to process what Marco was able to see. Eventually, she shoves herself off the floor and throws on her robe. I jump off the bed, sliding on my sweatpants while I attempt to reach her.
“I was interested in what you’re going to do to me. And let me say, mon trésor, that was worth it.” I try to chase El out of the room when she pauses, whipping around to face me, annoyed as ever.
“Whatever. I’m making coffee. You two aren’t invited.”
El struts out of the room, leaving Marco and I to stare at each other until we hear the drip of the coffee machine. Only then does Marco sneak out of the apartment.
Chapter 52
Marco
Ten weeks ago, my best friend's life almost ended, yet in some way, it began at the same time. Alessandro got shot and survived the same night his daughter was born, meaning his daughter, Gia, is ten weeks old. Seeing them around the house pulls at my heartstrings. The big, tough Mafia man has been tamed by a baby who barely weighs eleven pounds. The same man who, as boys, punched me the first time he met me because he didn’t like my face. Aw, the good ol days.
I haven’t seen the three of them all day, meaning they snuck out to do something and didn’t even tell me. Whatever. Alessandro can take care of his family. They don’t need added security.
The steam fills the bathroom when I step foot in the shower after a long morning workout. I’ve got security detail tonight at the gambling room to fill in the blanks after I fired that kid a while back. That means myself and two other senior security, Enzo and Domenico, are, by default, in charge of filling in until we hire someone else. The three of us have been trading off everythree nights. Even though we’ve become more selective about who we bring on, I’m ready to find another kid to fill the space sooner rather than later.
I wash the workout off my body, hissing when the soap finds the scratch marks El left on my chest when Andrea and I filled her last night. My cock leaks at the memory of it, how they both finished. The best part was the sight of El’s holes as Andrea and my cum dripped out of them. Fuck, it was gorgeous. I groan, annoyed that I don’t have time to fix this. I have too much shit to get done today before tonight.