Page 28 of What’s Left of Us (What Left #3)

Sterling moans beneath me, and I gasp when he moves away from my clit again, dragging his tongue leisurely across my pussy lips instead of taking me over the edge. He’s teasing me, and when Vinny lets me slide off his cock and breathe I drop my head to his thigh and groan.

My husband's fingers play with my hair for a moment before he speaks. “He’s being a good boy, Jo. Let’s help him finish, and I’ll make sure you cum hard too.

I don’t even care how it happens. Right now my brain is hazy, fighting the impatience that he’s going to let Sterling continue to tease me.

But Vinny just chuckles and sits up, dragging me with him.

Beneath me Sterling takes a deep breath, and I hadn’t even considered that I’d be cutting off his air when I needed to catch mine.

Vinny kisses my cheek, nudging my jaw with his nose and Sterling plays with me, his fingers slowly down then speeding up so I can’t figure out what comes next.

My husband seems to enjoy watching my struggle, and he chuckles low in his throat.

“Look what you do to him, amore mio. Let’s help him finish. ”

Something in me always goes weak when Vinny calls me his love, possibly because it’s not an endearment he uses all the time. I just nod and shoot him a smile, watching as Vinny twirls a finger and I realize he wants me to spin around.

“Let her adjust Sterling, then you can finish your meal.”

Sterling whimpers when I move, his fingers sliding free from my body and I mirror the noise. Then I spot his cock, the tip wet with precum when I touch him, and with the way he jumps and moans he won’t last long. It’s perfect, because I’m so close to the edge.

My legs fall back into their place on either side of Sterling’s face and he basically drags me back down to him.

I have just enough time to grab his cock before his mouth is on me, and I open my lips to moan as he slides into me.

I keep my mouth a little more open than I did with Vinny to avoid his piercings scraping along my teeth.

“There you are,” Vinny says, and I don’t know if he’s speaking to me or Sterling. Then a second set of hands press to my hips, one over Sterling’s, and I’m bouncing faster and faster on his face. “If you can’t handle her, I’m always happy to help.”

Sterling takes the challenge, and adds another finger to my pussy. At this point I don’t know if he wants to make me cum or see how many fingers he can fit inside me, but either option is good if it makes me cum harder. Vinny’s played this game before too, and I love being tested.

The second set of hands disappears from my hips, and then another finger is toying with my clit. I buck against them at the feeling, eyes widening as I stare down at Sterling’s thighs and feel their fingers playing with me.

“She’s so tight,” Vinny encourages, and Sterling manages to nod. It makes his tongue trace over my lips again and I shudder. “Let’s do this part together.”

Vinny slides a finger inside me, and I know it’s his because the angle is different. I don’t care if I’m supposed to hold off or not; I can’t. My pussy clenches around both of them and my eyes roll, feeling the orgasm wash over me.

Sterling wraps his arm around my waist, holding me in place as he devours me, His tongue teases me as I ride out the high, and I moan when I feel his cock tense then explode across the back of my tongue. Like Vinny I swallow him, not because he asked but because I want to.

I pop off of Sterling’s cock first, thoroughly exhausted again, and he’s still feasting on me. Slowly the fingers leave my body, first Vinny’s then each of Sterling’s until it’s just his tongue, and he kisses my pussy lips before he finally separates from me.

When he’s no longer keeping me there, I roll to my side and fall back on the mattress. I could use a shower, but I need a minute to catch my breath and be in the moment. I want to stay here, relishing the two men still in my life instead of opening my eyes back into reality.

It’s almost perfect, the three of us here. The longer I think about it, the more it hurts my heart. This might be as close as I can ever get to perfection again.

Vinny helps roll me on my back, and I still refuse to open my eyes.

I know it’s Vinny, not just because of the ring I can feel on his finger, but also because this is how he treats me anytime after sex.

He takes care of me, cleans and comforts me if our session is rough, and basically showers me in love and affection after using me.

It’s the juxtaposition of him that I love.

“Don’t even think about it,” Vinny says, and I pop one eye open before rolling on my side again.

I’m cleaner at least and this time I’m not sore.

At the end of the bed Sterling’s pulled his pants back on, and looks close to throwing on his shirt.

Vinny’s pulled on a pair of sweats, and I’m pretty sure that’s all he’s wearing. “You’re not leaving.”

Sterling looks between us. “I don’t want to intrude-”

“You aren’t intruding,” I say with a frown. “No one asked you to go.”

“Exactly,” Vinny agrees, eyeing him. “And we just worked up an appetite. Come on, stay for dinner.”

Now Sterling looks really uncomfortable. “I can’t-”

“Tell the team you’re working on the case” Vinny argues, raising a brow. “Stay. Eat. Quit running away each time like we’re kicking you out. Have you ever had homemade pasta before? Trust me, it’s better than the store bought crap.”

He peers between us. “You really don’t mind if I stay?”

I snort before rolling on my back again, letting my eyes close. I’ll let these two talk it out after this if he isn’t going to listen. “Sterling, you belong with us. Vinny feeds the people he loves. You better get used to it.”