Page 65 of The Slug Crystal

I raise my arms in answer, allowing him to pull the shirt over my head.

Cool air kisses my bare skin, raising goosebumps that Marco soothes with warm palms against my back.

I stand before them in nothing but underwear, but there's no urge to cover myself.

The hunger in their eyes makes me feel powerful rather than exposed .

"Beautiful," Marco says softly, his scholarly reserve giving way to unmasked appreciation.

Luca makes a sound of agreement. He drops to his knees and presses his lips against my stomach, kissing lower towards the band of my panties. "Absolutely exquisite," he murmurs against my skin, hands cupping the backs of my thighs.

Marco's arms encircle me from behind, one hand splaying across my ribs just below my breast while the other sweeps my hair aside so his lips can find my neck.

Their touches are different yet harmonious.

Marco's methodical exploration contrasts with Luca's intuitive playfulness.

I'm caught between them, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

"The counter," Luca suggests, rising to his feet with fluid grace. His pajama bottoms do little to hide his cock straining to reach me. "You'll be more comfortable."

Marco nods in agreement, his hands steady on my waist as Luca clears the remnants of our midnight snack with one sweep of his arm. Before I can process what's happening, they lift me together, Marco's hands supporting my weight and Luca guiding my legs, and place me on the cool marble surface.

"Better?" Marco asks, his voice rougher than I've ever heard it.

"Perfect," I breathe, reaching for him.

His mouth finds mine again as Luca kneels between my legs, pressing kisses along my inner thighs that make me gasp against Marco's lips.

There's a brief pause as Marco steps aside to remove his shirt and pants, and Luca sheds his pajama bottoms, and then they're both bare before me, their bodies as different as their personalities.

Marco's lean form speaks of quiet strength beneath his scholarly exterior, while Luca's more defined muscles reflect his active lifestyle.

Both are beautiful in entirely different ways .

"Let us take care of you," Marco says, his hand cupping my cheek with tender certainty.

Luca grins, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. "My goals align with the professor."

I lift my hips, allowing Luca to slide the last barrier between us down my legs.

The cool counter beneath my bare skin is a pleasant contrast to the heat building within me.

Marco captures my mouth again while Luca returns to his position between my thighs, his talented tongue finding exactly the right spot to make me moan into Marco's kiss.

They quickly establish a rhythm together.

Marco swallows my gasps as Luca draws them from me, their touches synchronized yet distinctive.

When Marco's mouth moves to my breast, Luca's fingers replace his tongue, sliding inside me with practiced ease.

The dual sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Tell us what you need," Marco murmurs against my skin, his scholarly precision extending to how he catalogues my responses.

"This," I manage, my voice breaking as Luca curls his fingers just so. "Just like this. Don't stop."

Luca chuckles against my thigh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. "Not planning to, tesoro."

“I want to kiss you, too,” I whisper to Luca, my voice breathy as my desire builds.

Marco and Luca trade positions with fluid grace. Marco kneels to taste me, flicking his tongue in a steady, quick rhythm against my sensitive center.

Luca captures my mouth, his kiss deeper and more demanding than before.

I can taste myself on his tongue, which feels wicked and wanton.

I tangle my fingers in Marco's curls, guiding him with gentle pressure and appreciative sounds.

There's no sense of performance or competition here. We’re just three bodies finding pleasure together, the focus entirely on connection rather than conquest .

"You're close," Luca observes, his eyes darkening as he watches my face. It's not a question but a statement of fact. "Let go, Emma. We've got you."

Marco hums in agreement, the vibration sending sparks up my spine as his tongue works in perfect counterpoint to Luca's hands on my breasts. The pressure builds, a tightening coil of sensation that winds tighter with each stroke, each kiss, each murmured encouragement.

When release comes, it crashes through me in waves, my body arching off the counter as pleasure pulses outward from my center. Marco steadies my hips, working me through my orgasm with gentle persistence, while Luca captures my cries with his mouth, swallowing the sounds of my ecstasy.

I'm still trembling with aftershocks when Marco rises, his expression both tender and hungry. "May I?" he asks, positioning himself between my legs.

"Please," I breathe, reaching for him.

He enters me with careful control, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. Luca fuses our mouths together once more, reaching down to cup my breasts as Marco begins to move.

The sensation of Marco inside me while Luca's hands roam my body creates a feedback loop of pleasure that builds rapidly toward another peak. Marco's rhythm falters as his control begins to slip, his breathing ragged.

"Together," Luca murmurs, his hand finding the place where Marco and I are joined, his clever fingers circling just right to send me hurtling over the edge again. Marco follows immediately, his satisfied groan echoing through the silent kitchen.

Luca steps away, and Marco leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips while still inside me. Still slightly hard. After a few long seconds, Marco tears himself away from my lips, cupping himself as he slides out of my channel and stepping away .

Arching an eyebrow at me, Luca takes a step closer.

I nod at him, through my pleasure haze, answering his unasked question. A confident, borderline cocky grin blooms across his face in response. He moves towards my legs, tugging me gently until my feet land unsteadily on the floor.

“Can we take this to the floor?” He asks.

I nod again, then answer in a husky voice, “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He pushes me down towards the floor until I’m on all fours with my butt in the air. He runs his palms appreciatively over the globes of my ass, then settles in behind me on his knees.

“Would you like to join us?” Luca asks, directing the question at Marco.

I watch Marco hesitate briefly before joining us on the floor, settling on his knees right in front of my face. His still-hard cock jumps slightly as he nears me, and I lick my lips.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

“More than okay,” I respond.

“Our perfect girl,” Luca says, then thrusts inside me without any warning. A soft cry tears from my throat, a sound of shocked pleasure.

“Look at me,” Marco whispers. His thumb strokes along my jaw, guiding my gaze upward to his. Is this too much?”

I shake my head no, and he moves closer. I open my mouth and he slides inside, thrusting softly a few times until he is able to match rhythms and fuck my throat in a perfect counterpoint to Luca fucking my pussy.

Behind me, Luca’s rhythm sharpens, each movement punctuated by murmured praise in his accented voice.

He mutters dirty, beautiful words tangled together until I’m not sure if he’s worshiping or devouring me.

My body answers without thought, every nerve stretched taut, caught between the two of them.

I moan against Marco’s skin, and his hand cups my face fully now, holding me steady as if I might break apart.

“Brava,” he breathes, like I’ve solved some impossible equation.

The sound of his appreciative voice crashes over me, tipping me into a place where there’s no thought, no shame, just sensation and belonging.

Then my orgasm crests sharp and sudden, washing over me in waves.

My cries are muffled against Marco, and I swallow against his thick, hard length as he continues thrusting into my mouth.

Almost immediately after my orgasm, Marco stills.

His hands cupping my cheeks as his seed spills down my throat.

Seconds later, Luca curses behind me, and I feel his movements still as he pulses inside me.

Marco slides back, catching the errant drops of his release that attempt to escape my mouth with an open palm. Luca smooths his hands over my hips with unexpected tenderness before he eases back. Then, he pulls me up and into his arms.

"We make a good team," he says, his voice rough at the edges. "Better than good."

Marco makes a soft sound of agreement, finally opening his eyes to meet mine. Without his glasses, his gaze seems more vulnerable. "Surprisingly complementary skill sets," he adds, a hint of academic humor warming his voice.

"Is that what we're calling it now?" I ask, a bubble of laughter rising in my chest. "Skill sets?"

Luca's grin widens as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. "I prefer 'talents.' Or perhaps 'gifts.'"

"Aptitudes," Marco suggests, reaching for his discarded glasses on the counter beside us. He slides them on with one hand. The scholarly facade returns slightly with his restored vision, but his body remains relaxed.

"We should venture to the bath," he adds, glancing toward the doorway that leads to the villa's luxurious downstairs bathroom.

"I have some herbs scientifically optimized for relaxation, but I believe the experience would be significantly enhanced with company.

" His fingers trail up the side of my arm, belying the academic tone.

"The tub is certainly large enough for three. "

The thought of warm water and herbal steam, our bodies slick and buoyant together, sends a pleasant shiver through me despite my recent orgasms. "Are you suggesting we'd actually bathe, Professor?"

Marco's smile is unexpectedly wicked. "Among other activities. The properties of water as a medium for physical interaction are quite fascinating."

Luca laughs, the sound vibrating against my skin where I’m pressed against his chest. "You've created a monster. The good doctor is developing a recreational interest in hydrodynamics."

The absurdity of it all, being naked in an Italian villa kitchen, held between two men while discussing the scientific principles of bath sex, strikes me suddenly, and I burst into genuine laughter.

The sound echoes in the quiet kitchen, startlingly loud but wonderfully freeing. Marco and Luca join in.

As my laughter subsides, my gaze catches on Alex's terrarium, still sitting where I placed it when I first entered the kitchen. The blue snail has retreated into his shell, perhaps seeking privacy from our activities. A pang of guilt shoots through me, sharp and unexpected.

Marco notices the shift in my expression, his perceptive eyes following my gaze to the terrarium. His arm tightens slightly around my waist. "You're allowed happiness, Emma," he says quietly. "Even now. Perhaps especially now."

Luca nods in agreement, his usual playfulness temporarily set aside. "Finding Sarah is still the priority," he assures me. "But torturing yourself in the meantime doesn't help Alex. Or you."

Their understanding, the way they read my thoughts without judgment, pushes the guilt back to manageable proportions. I lean into Luca’s embrace, drawing strength from his warmth.

"It's late," I say finally, aware of the exhaustion beginning to settle into my bones. "We should sleep."

"Practical as always," Luca murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’ll carry you there.

Marco chuckles, already gathering all of our clothes with his typical methodical care. "The nearest bedroom would be more efficient," he suggests. “If it would be acceptable for us to all spend the night together.”

"More than acceptable," I agree. I watch as Marco picks up Alex's terrarium with careful hands, bundling it into our clothes. "Lead the way."

We leave the kitchen in a mostly nude procession, with Luca carrying me and Marco carrying everything else. We must look like survivors of some delightful disaster, disheveled and dazed but thoroughly unrepentant.

The nearest bedroom turns out to be Luca's, a space as elegantly masculine as the man himself.

Alex's terrarium is placed on the dresser, positioned so he can see out the window when morning comes.

Luca pulls back the covers with a flourish, while Marco discreetly switches on the small lamp beside the bed.

There's no discussion about arrangements, no awkward negotiation of space.

I slide into the middle of the bed as if it's the most natural thing in the world, Luca settling on my left while Marco takes the right.

Our bodies find their places with intuitive ease, Marco's arm drapes protectively across my waist, Luca's legs tangle with mine, and my head finds the perfect spot on the pillow between them.

"Comfortable?" Marco asks, his breath warm against my ear.

"Perfect," I murmur, feeling my eyelids grow heavy as exhaustion catches up with me .

Luca reaches across to switch off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness broken only by slivers of moonlight through the partially open curtains. "Sleep well, tesoro," he whispers, his hand finding mine beneath the covers.

“Goodnight,” I murmur, barely able to form the sleepy response before sleep claims me.