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Chapter 6

T he pool house was empty when Rio and Mari got back. He wasted not a single second stripping her of her clothes and bending her over the back of his favorite lounge. Dropping to his knees behind her, he used his hands to spread her thighs and dove directly for her clit, sucking it into his mouth with no preamble.

She squealed as her arousal spiked, fast and tight, and grabbed the cushions for purchase. Her toes barely touched the ground behind her, so she had no leverage to push back against his skilled mouth the way she wanted to and could only accept the slow and dirty kisses he inflicted on her over and over. She was never going to come like this, and that seemed to be exactly what he had in mind.

She was soaking wet and aching with desire by the time Cisco strolled in with an amused smile curling his full lips. “I heard her begging for your cock halfway across the courtyard, mi vida. Are you planning on giving it to her?”

Mari was too far gone to be embarrassed that half the residence could probably hear her. She needed to be fucked right now, and Rio didn’t seem in the mood to cooperate. “Please,” she panted. “I need you.”

Cisco looked around innocently. “Me? Oh, I don’t know. What do you think, Rio?”

He murmured something completely unintelligible against her cunt.

Cisco grinned wickedly. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t understand a thing he says when he’s tongue-deep in your pussy.”

Mari groaned in frustration. Her magic simmered under her skin, hot and desperate. She was so glad it was back she nearly wept after the numbing lack of it all day.

“Oh, I know what he said.” Cisco snapped his fingers. “He was asking if I wanted heads or tails.” He let his eyes drift over her like a caress. “A tough choice, but I think I’ll sit this round out and watch.” He sat at the foot of the bed across from them with a smug smile and started unbuttoning his shirt.

With slow control that Mari admired and hated all at the same time, Rio grabbed her ass with both hands and stood behind her. She was quivering in anticipation by the time he gained his feet, a whine caught in her throat. He speared her with a quick thrust that filled her eager cunt perfectly. Her toes curled as pleasure wracked her body. Her moan echoed through the room like a thousand answered prayers.

Rio slid his hand up her back and gripped her neck. She clenched around him when his fingers dug in and he ground his pelvis against her ass, a hoarse and wordless plea falling from her lips. Desire wound tight in her belly. She didn’t know how much more she could take. He was absolutely ruining her, and he was barely moving.

He leaned over her to press his lips to her spine, the soft kiss searing her like a brand. “I’ve got you, querida. Always.”

He rested like that for a long and beautiful moment, with his weight pushing her down into the lounge, and his cock buried deep inside her. She felt the promise that his body was making all the way to her bones—that he would always be her foundation, no matter what happened around them.

She choked on a sob. All of the emotions of the day came out in that one expression—anguish and elation and pride and worry. She acknowledged them all as she let them go. Rio smothered a soothing noise into her skin.

When she stopped shaking under him, he straightened and started to ply her with slow thrusts, one hand between her shoulder blades to hold her exactly where he wanted her. The pierced head of his cock stroked over her g-spot with an understanding of her body that whispered of his reverence without a single word.

She dug her fingers into the cushions of the lounge, because while the intensity of his lovemaking was absolute bliss, it was also too much. She was going to come apart at the seams, and there was nothing she could do to hold herself together.

“Oh. Gods. Rio. ” She panted between each breath.

“I love how you squeeze me when you’re right on the edge,” he said in a low and dirty voice. “Like you’re so desperate for my cock you can’t bear to be without it.”

The shuddering orgasm started deep inside her and consumed her like a wildfire. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room. Her magic overflowed in waves that echoed the contraction of her muscles around him and rushed out into the wards.

She felt Dohal’s regard turn toward her. His rumble of approval vibrated through her still clenching cunt, sending secondary ripples along her body.

Rio kept moving at the same pace until she stilled. He withdrew slowly as he rubbed his hands over her back, murmuring in answer to her whimpers of protest. Then he gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. He settled her against his side, her boneless body cuddled against him as he lay on his back, watching as Cisco stood and disrobed.

Cisco’s warm eyes took in both of them with a soft smile as he crossed to the bed, climbing in on Rio’s other side. With a scorching hot look, he leaned to take Rio into his mouth. He sucked eagerly on the head several times before swallowing him down all the way in a gradual and torturous glide.

Rio spluttered a moan, pulling Mari against him tighter with one arm and nuzzling against her head. She wrapped her body around him.

Cisco built him up slowly, using his talented mouth to full and devastating effect, until Rio was quietly begging in a babbling mix of English and Spanish.

Finally, Cisco relented, pushing up onto his knees to wrap his hand around both his cock and Rio’s. He used the lubrication of his saliva to stroke them both together at once, staring down into Rio’s eyes.

Rio surrendered everything to him, back arched and throat bared, hoarse moans cascading from his lips.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” Cisco murmured to him.

Rio’s climax overtook him, swift and unyielding as an avalanche. His throaty cries rose to the ceiling and beyond as his seed lashed out to coat his stomach and chest. Cisco slid his fingers through the remnants with a dirty chuckle, using it to continue working his own cock after Rio was spent. He came with a shout a dozen or so quick strokes later, his cum painting over what Rio had left behind.

Cisco looked over his handiwork with a satisfied grin, tracing lightly over their mingled fluids as Rio shivered under him. After he concluded his inspection, he went to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth and cleaned Rio off with a reverent touch.

He tucked the blankets around them and wrapped them both up with one arm and one wing. “I love you both more than anything in this world, and I am so fortunate to have you,” Cisco said softly as he clutched them tight.

Mari only woke one time during the night, when Dante joined them in bed, curling himself around her back. He exhaled a contented sigh against her neck when she settled against him, slinging an arm over her hip. She reached out her awareness for Dohal and found his comforting presence right outside their door enjoying the open sky of the desert at night. He seemed relaxed and at ease which, considering the day they’d had, she logged as a triumph. As far as she knew, he didn’t sleep, or he did so rarely enough that he hadn’t yet.

Sleep, bavi , he whispered into her mind. Nothing will touch you and yours tonight. I swear it.