Page 46 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

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I ’ve been hoping for this moment between Andrea and Marco since our New Year’s Eve rendezvous. I don’t know what happened to Marco, but it was exactly what he needed to give in to what he wholeheartedly wants.

Tonight will be different for us. I’ve always thought that what I’m about to do would be fun, and I fucking hope it will be. I’ve never been this eager about a sexual escapade. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, shimmying my shoulders. My own private dance party, so to speak.

I left the boys in the bedroom when I disappeared into the closet, searching through my lingerie collection to figure out what to wear. Bustier? Bra and panty set? Chemise? Too many options and none of them are quite right.

Suddenly, it hits me. Leather. That’s what I need. Leather.

I throw on my leather bodysuit, more like peel it on, and slide on my thigh-high stockings, the slightest bit of my thighs pushing out from the top.

The final touch to my outfit is my black pumps with sharp enough heels that I could step on someone and cause the perfect amount of pain.

I grab my maroon lipstick, swipe it on, and crisp it up with a slightly darker lip liner meant to contour and help make my lips poutier.

The final detail I add is my most expensive perfume that I save for special occasions.

Once the final touches are in place, I step back, examining myself in the full-sized mirror. Holy shit. Can we say dominatrix chic?

When I slide open the door, Andrea and Marco are still standing where I left them. They both turn to me, their mouths open and eyes wide.

“Wow.” They both say in tandem as they subtly brush their hands together. The two of them walk toward me, grabbing my hands and try to pull me to the bed when I stop them.

“No, no, no. Not tonight, boys. We’ve had nights where it was all about me. Tonight is alllll about you two. I’m here to guide. And to watch.”

“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 to prevent 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 them find 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.