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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I pull him all the way in, gripping his cheeks, swallowing hard, so his balls tickle my chin, bashing my nose up against his abs. Sucking and licking and gagging, I won’t quit as he swells and throbs.
I suck as I work my tongue around him. My throat muscles roll and tug and my mouth fills with saliva. His hot, velvety shaft bulges at the base, then pulses and it blasts creamy, thick bolts of salty boy juice into me.
He shouts as he keeps going. he pumps out so much, it slathers up bubbling and overflowing, and fills my mouth, seeping around my lips. I pull and suck and slurp to get it all into my mouth and down my throat. I don’t waste a drop.
I look into his face. “Carlo!”
He pulls me up to hold me. My weary arms wrap around him and we kiss and kiss. We kiss long and deep, wet and hard, tender and sloppy.
“Carlo,” I know his name! “ CARLO!” and I hug him. “You’ve been here all the time, but I feel like I’ve just found you again.”
He smiles. “I think that means your associative memories are starting to reconnect.”
“How do you like the new teacher now?”
“She’s gorgeous. She’s filthy and beautiful and I’ll never get enough of her.”
I take put my arm on Alessio’s shoulder and take a kiss. Then pull Carlo into the hug. I kiss them both.
Alessio says my name, then Carlo does, but I still don’t catch it.
In the doorway, the Warrior looks on. “I knew you were getting things going, but I didn’t realize you were going to use her up like a pint of bourbon.”
Alessio says, “You should have come down sooner.”
I nudge him with my elbow. “There’s plenty of me left. Come here.”
His smile is bright and it warms my heart to see.
He comes for a kiss.
I tell him, “You’re the only one of us wearing clothes.”
“Then I’ll be the only one cooking. You definitely don’t want to be in a hot galley on the water with nothing on. That’s how you get nasty burns on your dangly parts.”
He takes another wet kiss and squeezes my breasts. “It’s lovely to see your dangly parts, by the way.” With a sharp pinch of my nipple, he says, “It seems like a long time.”
I grab at his cock. “Good to see that you’re still in good working order, Bruno.”
“She’s got us all.” Carlo looks with wonder into my eyes. “I’ve heard you call all of us by name now.”
Bruno laughs. “It was only our faces she forgot. It all came back to her when she got the feel of our cocks,.”
“Those are the only parts of us that matter to her,” Carlo sparkles.
“Not true. I’m very fond of your asses, too.” I look at Alessio, and take a kiss. “And your mouths.”
He says my name. I know that I’ll get it soon enough.
From the galley, Bruno cooks up perfect omelettes with cheese and ham and he brings us a pot of fresh coffee.
I put on a toweling robe and Alessio and Carlo wear pants to eat. We sit at a table on a covered part of the foredeck. Land is a long way off, and there are no other craft nearby but still, I keep myself inside the covered area.
Carlo tells me, “There are clothes in the cabins here, but they’re all men’s clothes, as far as I know.” The other two nod. “Nobody else uses the boat.”
“I suppose that means none of you are crazy about the dress.”
They’re all quiet. I chuckle. “It’s okay. I’m not nuts about it ether.”
“You know,” Carlo says, “It looked great on you earlier, while you were still, I don’t know, finding yourself. Now, it looks like a thing you borrowed.”
“I’m surprised to get the fashionista take from you, Carlo.”
He smiles, shrugging. “Your face, the light in your eyes, everything about you is so completely different now. Much more you.”
I know that along with Carlo’s and Bruno’s names, and Alessio’s, chunks of my history will start coming back to light.
It’s moving along at it’s own pace, but the progress I can see is wonderful. I can’t let myself get too caught up and worried about my recovery now.
“Us all being together is wonderful. I’ve been thinking about it since I started to come around in the room back there.”
“Well,” Carlo says, “You haven’t been alone in thinking that way.”
I squeeze his hand. I’m grateful for him speaking up. “I can’t believe it’s so easy. And so great. But I’m feeling like this has been a thing for a while and now I’m coming in late to the party.”
“You started it.” Alessio is matter of fact. “When you came to the house, we all wanted you, there was never any doubt about that. We all expected to compete for you, and we had different thoughts about how that would work out.”
“Or not,” Bruno chips in.
Alessio nods. “Or not.”
Bruno says, “We had no idea that you would want all three of us.”
“And we had no idea of letting you get away with that,” Carlo takes a sip of his coffee, “Or, at least, these two dinosaurs didn’t.”
Alessio looks like he wants to argue, but he lets it go. Instead, he says, “I think we all thought it was a kind of game, or something that would pass.”
“But,” Bruno squeezes my hand as he looks into my eyes, “We all underestimated you.”
“People do that,” Carlo’s eye gleam, “We thought, well, those two thought, that they were in charge and they could make you play by their rules.”
I’m getting a strong sense of a powerful woman. A woman who I would be in my fantasies. Can I really play her, can I be that woman? These three men seem to believe it, and whatever else they might be, they are not fools.
“When the Don exiled you,” Carlo says, “We all fought like dogs, blaming each other.” Exiled?
Bruno nods. “That’s when we really understood that, however much we were rivals, we all wanted you and we couldn’t give that up.”
“Was that hard?” I ask them, “Did it go against your expectations?”
“Oh,” Alessio says, “I’ll say that it did.”
The other two look at him, then at each other and their heads shake.
“When I got used to the idea,” Carlo says, “I was happy for us all to have a big, complicated, nuanced and dynamic relationship.”
“Three relationships,” Alessio says.
Carlo says, “Really, eight relationships. Each of us with you as a couple, every pair of us with you as a throuple or threesome, and all four of us together. Those can all be great relationships and I love them all.”
Hearing all this, I’m smiling to myself. “You make it sound wonderful.”
“I can’t get over it,” Carlo says, taking hold of my hand. “I’m so happy to have you back. I’m wondering,” he looks around the table. “I think all of us feel strongly enough about you that we would be ready to try and build all up again, even if we have to work it out from scratch.” he looks around. “But the choice is yours.”
Bruno says, “As always.”
Carlo tells me, “Despite the rocky starts we had, I really do love you and Bruno together. You’re such a great combination. A powerhouse of opposites. And you and Alessio are firecrackers together. Two strong, powerful wills. You’re in a constant power struggle, but it always seems to bring out the best in both of you.”
Bruno adds, “You and Carlo together, you’re like a supercomputer. You’re all the spy agencies and business brains, all rolled up together. You’re luminous. You’re really amazing.”
I have an idea. “There are things that I need to do, I know that, and I know that we all have some problems and issues that are pressing. Me not knowing or understanding any of that is a problem, I know.” I look around. “For all of us.”
I’m watching all three men. “But for right now, maybe we should stay on the boat tonight. Can we just be out on open water like this?”
“We should move around to a little bay where there’s cover and shelter,” Bruno says. “As it gets darker, a boat gets easier to spot because of the lights.”
“We couldn’t just leave all the lights off?”
Alessio’s dark chuckle rumbles. “Only if you want to meet the coast guards in their very blackest mood.”
Carlo nods. “They would assume we were smuggling something.”
“And a boat this big,” Bruno’s lips purse, “they would be spending months taking it apart to find out.”
I say, “So. A nice, small, isolated cove, then. Do you know anywhere like that?”
The plan is for us all to sleep in the master berth. It’s a suite that would look perfectly in place at a completely over the top five star resort hotel. The bed is immense and almost circular.
The carpet is gold. All of the throws and coverings are in luscious, extravagant gold satin. Quilted, cushioned, ruched and pleated. Gold drapes hang from floor to ceiling.
The idea is for the men to take shifts on watch while I sleep.
I’m thrilled and comforted, thinking that I’ll have one of these magnificent men on either side of me, sleeping sentinels, superhuman night time bodyguards. Alessio volunteers to take the first watch. Carlo and Bruno lie down either side of me.
Both men’s arms slip around me and now, whatever pain and troubles the morning will bring, I really do feel like a princess.
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