Page 60 of The Slug Crystal

Not to be outdone, Jake's hands slide down my sides to my hips, and his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear. "Lift up," he instructs, his voice rough. I comply, and the last barrier between us disappears, leaving me naked between their still-heated bodies.

"My turn," Ben announces, shifting to lie on his back on the carpet. He reaches for my hips, guiding me to straddle his face. "I've been wanting to taste you for far too long."

The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my hands flying forward to brace against the floor.

Behind me, Jake presses kisses down my spine, his hands steadying my hips as Ben's tongue explores with torturous precision.

Unlike Jake's methodical approach to pleasure, Ben is unpredictable.

He alternates between long, slow strokes with his tongue and quick flicks that make my thighs tremble.

"She likes this," Ben pauses to inform Jake, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh. "Right here." His tongue demonstrates, circling the bundle of nerves that sends sparks shooting up my spine.

"I know exactly what she likes," Jake replies, his voice closer to my ear now as he leans over me. His hand slides between my legs from behind, fingers working in counterpoint to Ben's mouth, sliding in and out of my channel until I'm gasping, caught between their competing rhythms.

From the couch, I hear Luca's appreciative murmur, without looking, I know Marco's scholarly gaze is tracking and noting my every reaction.

Their presence adds another layer to my arousal.

The idea of being watched, being the center of this strange constellation we've formed, adds to the longing ache deep in my core.

A particularly clever movement from Ben's tongue, coinciding with Jake's fingers curling inside me, pulls a desperate sound from my throat. "Please," I manage, though I'm not entirely sure what I'm begging for.

Jake understands, or decides for me. He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with something much more substantial, entering me with agonizing slowness while Ben continues his attentions below.

The fullness, the pressure, the dual points of pleasure, and the sheer dirtiness of the act…

It's almost too much to process. My body hangs suspended in a perfect moment of sensation.

"God, Emma," Jake groans, his control slipping as he begins to move. His rhythm is deliberate, each thrust carefully angled to hit exactly where I need him.

A small part of me worries that Ben is going to freak out and demand that I get off him.

He was the one who was worried about the others…

touching him. But he doesn’t protest. Ben adjusts beneath me, his technique changing to complement Jake's movements until they're working in perfect, devastating harmony.

Thunder crashes outside, vibrating through the villa's stone walls as if nature itself is responding to the electricity building between us. Rain lashes the windows in sheets, mirroring the wave of pleasure threatening to break over me.

"She's close," Ben observes, his voice vibrating against me. "I can feel it."

"Not yet, I want to help her get there too," Jake commands, slowing his pace.

Ben laughs against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. "Always the team player, Martinez."

Their competitive dynamic shifts into something more collaborative as they work in tandem, building me toward a peak that seems impossible to reach without shattering completely.

As soon as I get too close, though, Ben backs off.

Desperate pants and moans are torn from my throat as I try so hard to reach the peak of my pleasure.

Jake's hands grip my hips with increasing urgency, his measured thrusts becoming more primal as his own control frays. Ben's tongue is relentless, his hands reaching up to caress my breasts, pinching lightly in counterpoint to his softer strokes below.

"Now," Jake growls, his fingers digging into my skin as his rhythm falters. "Come for us, Emma."

The command, coupled with a particularly clever swirl of Ben's tongue, finally sends me hurtling over the edge.

My body convulses between them, pleasure crashing through me in waves that seem to match the storm outside.

Jake follows immediately; his forehead pressing between my shoulder blades as he pulses inside me.

Beneath us, Ben groans against the flesh of my thigh, his hips bucking up into empty air below me, and I realize he found his own release, untouched.

For long moments, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the persistent drum of rain. Eventually, Jake eases away, pressing a tender kiss to my shoulder blade before helping me shift off Ben, who looks thoroughly pleased with himself despite being pinned to the carpet .

"Well," Ben says, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "That was certainly better than Trivial Pursuit."

Jake laughs, the tension between them momentarily dissolved in the aftermath of shared pleasure. He reaches out to help Ben up, an unexpected gesture of camaraderie that makes my heart twist in my chest.

From the couch, Marco clears his throat. "That was..." he begins, then shakes his head, apparently at a loss for scholarly analysis. Beside him, Luca's eyes are dark with unresolved desire, his hand resting suggestively close to his crotch on his own thigh.

"I need a shower," I announce, suddenly aware of the sweat cooling on my skin, the evidence of our activities. "Alone," I add, though the word lacks conviction.

Abandoning my clothes and my men, I rush away from the room to escape.

The lingering after effects of my pleasure flicker through my body, causing a slight unsteadiness during my mad dash.

I reach my room and close the door after me, pausing momentarily with my back pressed against the wood as I exhale heavily.

“Oh. My. God,” I whisper to myself, my cheeks flushing with heat. Part of me can’t believe I just did that, and the other part of me wants to go back and do it again.

Shaking my head, I walk into the attached bathroom and crank the handle to hot.

The shower becomes my sanctuary of steam and quiet after the intensity of the living room.

I stand under the hot spray, letting water sluice away the physical evidence of what just happened while my mind replays every moment in vivid detail.

The different ways Jake and Ben touched me, the competitive cooperation between them, and the watchful eyes of Marco and Luca adding an unexpected thrill to the experience.

I'm so lost in these thoughts that I don't hear the door open. I don't realize I'm no longer alone until the shower door opens to reveal Luca, gloriously naked and unapologetically aroused.

"I know you said alone," he says, stepping into the steam-filled enclosure. "But I thought you might appreciate the view."

Instead of touching me, he leans against the tiled wall, his eyes holding mine as his hand wraps around himself. "I just want you to watch," he explains, beginning to stroke with deliberate slowness. "Unless you'd rather I leave?"

The question is genuine despite his cocky delivery. I consider for half a second, then shake my head, riveted by the sight of him pleasuring himself in front of me.

"I thought about this the whole time," he continues, his voice dropping lower as his pace increases. "Watching you with them, imagining how you'd feel, how you'd taste."

It feels like this is a performance calculated to arouse. His every word meant to draw me in, and his every movement designed for maximum visual impact. This is pure exhibition. Luca is showing off what he can do, what he wants, and how much he desires me.

And I think he’s cataloging my every reaction to make sure I’m interested, too.

I’m definitely interested.

"You don't have to just watch," he offers, his breathing growing more ragged as his hand moves faster. "But I'll understand if you're... satisfied for now."

I find myself stepping closer, drawn to his display like a moth to flame. "Keep going," I instruct, enjoying the way his eyes darken at my command. "I want to see you finish."

His smile is triumphant as his movements become more urgent, his composure finally cracking as he approaches the edge. When he comes with a stifled groan, his eyes never leave mine, the connection between us purely carnal in that moment, but no less powerful for it.

I lean in, sealing my mouth to his, using his shoulders to balance as I stand on my tiptoes. His hands move to my waist, pulling me flush against him and I can feel his cock continue to pulse, coating us both in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He starts to harden again, but instead of trying to take it further, he releases me. We stand under the spray together. We’re not touching, just existing in the same steamy space. I find myself laughing softly at the absurdity of our situation.

"Something funny?" Luca asks, reaching past me for the shampoo.

"Just thinking that when I’ve wished for a vacation in Italy, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

His answering smile is surprisingly genuine, lacking his usual performative charm. "Maybe you needed to expand your imagination, no?"

“I guess so,” I agree with a soft smile.

Luca nods. He lathers shampoo between his hands, then gestures at me. “Turn around. I want to do this for you.”

I turn and then smile to myself as Luca starts to gently massage my scalp. Outside, the rain continues its steady rhythm against the villa's windows, washing the world clean while inside, Luca and I wash each other.