Page 14 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Marco

S everal weeks have gone by since Andrea, El, and I had our conversation.

The only time I’ve seen them is when El came to see Luci and during that suit fitting with Andrea, where he got oddly close to my crotch.

Does he normally get that close? Regardless, I left with a raging hard-on and no way to fix it.

Tonight is Alessandro’s bachelor party, and El is coming over to hang out with Luci while Alessandro, Andrea, and I are out for the evening.

I check myself out in the mirror, looking fresh in jeans and a new suit jacket, thanks to Andrea.

I never thought an olive green jacket would be a good piece to add to my wardrobe. Boy, was I wrong.

A final spray of my signature cologne and my vintage watch top off my fit before I run down the stairs.

Andrea walks through the front door while I’m on my way to Alessandro’s office, ready to interrupt his phone call with Geno.

Andrea is dressed in a black button-down shirt tucked into perfectly tailored gray pants.

Calm the fuck down, Little Marco. If that’s what Andrea is wearing, then what’s El wearing? Also, where is she? “Hey, where’s El?”

“She’s on her way. I took a ride-share instead of the bus. She wanted to come separately because she needed to bring some things. In her words, ‘I have too much shit to bring, meaning I don’t have space for your sexy ass in my car.’ Don’t ask. El doesn’t want anyone else to know the details.”

“Of course, she fucking doesn’t. Let’s grab Alessandro. He needs to stop working if we’re going to make the game.”

I got us seats in the box for our local football team before playing cards in Alessandro’s gambling room.

I’m not a huge fan of American football, but I am a fan of any sports team whose fans love to party.

And this fanbase 100 percent knows how to party.

Ironically, the team they’re playing is also known for their intense partying.

Their fans enjoy jumping through tables.

I couldn’t convince Alessandro to get his shit together for an earlier leave time, or I’d end up through a table already.

If we hurry, I may still have the opportunity.

When we approach Alessandro’s office, I can hear him finishing up a phone call with, if I’m correct, which I normally am, Geno. He’s too damn predictable. I wait a second before I bust in, waiting until he’s about finished.

“Alright, boys! Let’s go party!” After the last few weeks of anticipation over what may or may not happen with El and Andrea, I’m ready to let loose and not worry about it anymore.

As Alessandro goes to answer, the door slams, and a loud voice comes from down the hall, which means one thing.

El has arrived. Andrea has already said something and headed out of the room.

I do a double-take, eventually rushing to follow him when I run into him and El alone in the hallway.

Her neutral-colored makeup balances the burgundy wrap dress and black pumps.

All I can imagine is stripping her down to those heels and stuffing her full of my cock.

El has several bags in her hands and more behind her as Andrea takes them from her, puts them down, and takes her in his arms. She wraps hers around his neck, sweetly moaning when he kisses her.

Seeing them both together turns me on just as much as it pisses me off.

What have I gotten myself into with the spontaneous plan to fuck them again?

And why am I jealous that I’m not involved in their non-sexual yet romantic moment?

El peers over Andrea’s shoulder and notices me before smirking. “Can I help you? I didn’t think you’d be the voyeur type.”

“There’s a lot you’d be surprised to know about me, Eleanora.” I’ve stepped up to her and Andrea, her arms still around Andrea’s neck as her head is turned toward me, tension radiating between the three of us.

She goes to answer back, but Andrea ends up answering in return when he hears feet coming from Alessandro’s office. “Shush, you two, Alessandro is coming back.” We’re all quiet when Alessandro comes into view and must see the bags El has behind her.

“Remember our conversation, El?” El sees any confrontation as a challenge, something and someone she can fight back with. And the more power someone has, the larger a challenge she sees it as.

“You said no strippers. You gave me no other guidelines. If you three are going out to who the fuck knows where, I’m going to make this as much fun as I’m allowed to for Luci.

She’s my new friend.” Alessandro and her are now face-to-face.

With her height, even with heels, it’s more neck-to-face as she challenges him to whatever he may or may not say in return. This woman seriously has balls.

Andrea grabs her before she can take things further and holds her close to him. “Behave, mon trésor.”

Jealousy rushes through me as I ball my fists, answering back without thinking. “Yeah, tesoro, behave.” Maybe I have as much of an attitude problem as El has.

After we say our goodbyes for the evening, Alessandro, Andrea, and I walk by Enzo as Alessandro reminds him of the rules.

I assume El will take any chance to tiptoe around them.

Find the technicalities in Alessandro’s guidelines.

That way, she can say she still technically followed the rules.

I’d be surprised if she does anything less.

The rest of the evening is full of drinking, gambling, and overall fun.

As things wind down and I’m out of money thanks to Alessandro, the three of us return to the house.

Immediately, I head into my area of the house and to my room as I overhear Alessandro offering the guest room to Andrea and El.

Part of me thinks this may be the perfect ‘spontaneous’ moment for us to get this over with.

If it doesn’t happen tonight, I wonder if it will ever happen.

I keep an eye on the kitchen cameras as El shows Luci all sorts of crazy ass sex toys, making Luci uncomfortable and overwhelmed in return.

Once El and Luci say their goodnights, I burst down the hallway, hiding around the perfect corner to grab El when she walks by.

Either she will be extremely pissed that I grabbed her before Andrea is present, or the thrill of spontaneity will overpower the first option.

Heels make their way toward me, getting louder as El walks down the hallway. When she rounds the corner, I snatch her, pressing her body against the wall. Her screams are muffled by my hand covering her mouth.

“If you continue to scream, this will be unpleasant for you. I’m tired of you and Andrea walking around practically fucking each other at all times of the day.

Do you feel what that does to me?” She freezes as I grind my erection into her.

“You’ll text Andrea right now and tell him this is happening tonight. Si?”

She nods her head, my hand still over her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

I remove my hand from her mouth, grabbing her phone out of her bag for her to take.

My dominant hand stays wrapped around her left arm while she texts Andrea.

The click of her nails on her phone’s screen dominates the quiet hallway.

When I hear the swoosh of the text being sent, I pull her toward my room, not stopping until we get in and my door is shut.

“What the fuck, Marco? How will Andrea find us?” El tries to shove me away. Considering my strength and size, she’s a mouse in comparison. A short, bratty mouse.

I grab her wrist; her hands are balled up into fists to hold her body against mine.

“Don’t worry about Andrea. He will find us.

And when he does, you’ll be on your back while I eat that sweet pussy of yours.

You’ll use every piece of strength you have not to come because you’re too fucking stubborn.

You’d rather withhold coming than give me the satisfaction that I can do that to you. ”

“Fat chance, Marco.” I grab her by the neck, shoving her onto my bed as I reach toward her panties to rip them off. I bring them to my face and inhale her scent before I dive into her pussy.

Her moans suddenly halt when she gasps. When I turn my head in that direction, I notice Andrea standing in the doorway. He palms himself while he observes El at my mercy.

“Ne t'arrête pas sur mon compte. Make her come, Marco.” Andrea makes his way toward El, closing and locking the door behind him.

He stands beside her and gently brings his hand through her hair, yanking her head back.

“Fais-moi sortir. Show Marco how much you love to suck my cock while he makes you come.”

The sound of his pants unzipping fills the room.

She strokes Andrea several times before taking him into her mouth.

I insert one finger into her as I suck on her clit.

I don’t miss the change on Andrea’s face when she moans around him from my touch.

I spend my time watching them together while I savor the taste of El’s pussy.

Her legs shake and I know she would give anything to come, but her stubborn ass attitude won’t let her.

I insert a second finger as I come up for some air, hoping to coax her orgasm out of her. “Andrea, tell El it’s okay for her to come. Tell her she doesn’t have to hold back.” She groans when I arch my fingers and lick her at the same time, pausing to create circles where she’s most sensitive.

“Heureux de. You don’t need to hold your pleasure in, mon trésor. Come to your little heart's desire.” With Andrea’s permission, she comes, covering my fingers and face.

When I come up, I suck my finger clean. Andrea grabs her by the hair, pulling her off him as he leans down to kiss her gently. His lips ghost her when their kiss breaks, and he caresses her face with his hand.

“Get on your hands and knees. Show Marco that beautiful mouth of yours as I make love to your drenched pussy.”

El gets up on her knees, pulling her dress over her head before unbuttoning my pants and taking me out. She gazes deeply into my eyes with lust. She leans over, settling her ass up for Andrea to grasp in his hands as she brings my cock into her mouth.

“Holy shit, El. At least your mouth is good at something.” She goes to sit up, preparing to tell me off when I grasp her hair, holding her in place. “No, no, no. Finish what you’ve started.”

When I’m sure she’ll keep sucking, I let go and peel my jacket off my shoulders.

I take my time unbuttoning my shirt, noting that Andrea is frozen mere inches from pushing inside El as he watches me, watches us.

When he catches me, his eyes focus on El’s pussy as he thrusts into her.

She moans, and it sends vibrations up through me and up my spine.

Andrea must see me shiver when he laughs in response.

“Every time mon trésor moans around me I feel the same. She always needs a little coaxing for her to relax her throat. That sensation, though, when you’re able to slide down her throat, makes it completely worth it.

Show him how perfect you are when you’re able to suck him all the way down. I believe in you, mon trésor.”

I close my eyes as she takes more and more down her throat in the hope that I won’t come before Andrea.

I’m mentally flipping through my Rolodex of un-sexy things I think of if I don’t want to come quickly.

The thought of Andrea on New Year’s Eve keeps popping up, and I can’t flip past it.

El and Andrea’s throats are almost the same.

The only difference is the slight pushback El gives versus how Andrea easily swallowed me down.

Before I know it, I’m grabbing El’s head, thrusting the same way I did with Andrea.

Andrea holds El by the hips as she meets her orgasm at the same time Andrea and I do.

When Andrea and I pull out of El, she rushes to sit up. Her eyes flicker back and forth between the two of us in silence. In our post-orgasmic clarity, we can all see what this ‘let’s get it out of our system’ night did to us.

I notice Andrea’s cum dripping out of her, and I’m tempted to lie down, placing her on my face as I clean her up. Andrea leans in, swiping the smudged mascara from under her eyes.

We all get dressed quietly, and El and Andrea leave the room, heading to where they’re staying for the night. When I lie down in bed, all I can do is replay New Year’s Eve and tonight in my head, and know several things.

1. Fucking them is the best sex I’ve ever had.

2. Tonight didn’t work it out of our system.

3. I’m a dumb son of a bitch.