Page 67 of Single Mom's Mafia Daddies
“What about you?” I asked Renzo. They never talked about themselves or their pasts, so this unique moment of vulnerability spurred me to keep it going.
Renzo sat forward and placed his glass on the table. “I’m everything most people think of when you mention soldiers. I fought for my unit. I lost them. And I pay the price every night when I try to sleep.”
“None of that shit was your fault.” Matteo slapped Renzo’s knee hard enough to knock his leg straight out beneath the table. “Just like my family isn’t my fault, or my responsibility.”
“Easy to say.” Renzo tapped his temple. “Not easy to remember when you’re neck deep in a nightmare.”
“I know one sure way to forget.” Matteo scooted from the seat onto the table and pulled me to the edge of my chair. “What do you say, Lila? Want to help us forget for a little while?”
“Are you asking if you can use my body?” I tapped a finger to my lips and hummed in the back of my throat. I wanted more information, but they were too tempting. “I could be persuaded.”
“We’re not using sex as a means to forget.” Matteo ran his hands up and down my calves then to the backs of my knees.
“That’s what you said,” Renzo reminded him.
“Fuck what I said.” Matteo grimaced and twisted around to glare at Renzo. “I’m so used to making light of everything that I said it without thinking.” He faced me again. “You’re not a means to an end, Lila. What we have is special. I won’t degrade it or abuse it.”
“I know.” I understood what he’d been trying to say, and I appreciated the gesture. “I asked you to help me forget. Both of you. I’m not ashamed of what we are together or how you make me feel.”
I welcomed their touches, their kisses. I’d give myself to them over and over again if it meant helping them remember the good that life had to offer while we still lived.
“There are no debts between us.” I ran my hands through Matteo’s hair and motioned for Renzo to join us.
He stood and took a lumbering step, then picked me up and sat me in his lap while he dropped into my chair. The thick length of his cock rested against my ass, and I wiggled back and forth while helping Matteo remove his shirt.
“This is a no clothes moment, Renzo.” I leaned back into his chest and looped my arms behind his neck.
His laugh rattled through me. “Kind of hard to take them off when you’re sitting on my dick.”
“I do love it when you talk dirty.” I swung off his lap and peeled my shirt and shorts off. Had it only been a few hours ago when Alessio tossed my clothes aside? I had it bad for these three men. Nothing could stop me from stripping naked and falling to my knees between them. Matteo had thrown his clothes off in a matter of seconds and sat bare assed on the table. I straddled Renzo’s lap and bent at the waist, taking Matteo’s cock into my mouth.
Renzo took advantage of the position—as I’d known he would—and rubbed a hand between my legs.
God, the things these two men made me feel. Matteo groaned above me, losing himself as I took him deeper, my own moans slipping around his cock.
My hunger for them drove me into a frenzy of desperation, and I needed more than just foreplay. I gripped Renzo’s cock and guided him toward my ass, finally raising my head from Matteo.
“Both of you.”
Lust darkened both of their expressions, heightening my own need. The lube was cold as Renzo applied it to my ass, his finger teasing as I nearly crawled out of my skin. Soon my body trembled from the sensation of Renzo claiming my ass, stretching me and filling me until I was nearly begging. I leaned into his chest again, returning my arms to his neck. “At the same time.”
Matteo shot a look at Renzo, who nodded against the side of my head. “Give her what she wants.”
Growling, Renzo fondled my breasts and shifted his legs so mine rested outside his. I moaned as the cool air hit me, and he spread me wider, holding me open for Matteo. When he rocked the chair back onto two legs, his angle inside me nearly made me weep.
I couldn’t fathom the strength it took for him to hold the position, and I stopped thinking entirely when Matteo’s cock plunged into my pussy.
“Fuck that feels good.” My entire body burst into flaming heat when they moved. Renzo bucked upward as Matteo retreated, then they moved together. The constant change drove me right to the fucking edge and held me there. Sparks flew along my skin, the sizzle of pleasure crawling across my scalp. I had no words, only sighs and groans of pleasure.
Renzo moved his hands down to my hips and helped me move over them, matching their thrusts with a bone-shaking rush of agonizing pleasure. My head threatened to explode from the sheer ecstasy that burst through me. Every thrust pushed me higher. I’d never gone so high so fast.
Matteo tipped my face up with a finger under my chin. He held my gaze and drove his cock deep. “You’re unforgettable, Lila. And I plan on proving that to you every chance I get.”
“Me too.” Renzo thrust hard and fast. “You are the reason I’m still breathing.”
Matteo kissed me as I came, his own orgasm pumping inside me in waves. Renzo came next, his shuddering quakes and tight grip sending me spiraling straight into a second orgasm.
How was I ever going to have normal sex again now that I’d experienced this?