Page 101 of Alessio

Something about that did it for her.

He learned that, too, over these weeks. They could find her soaking fucking wet after she watched them do anything—fuck, kiss, touch. It didn’t matter, for her it was hot as hell, and he fucking loved that.

Les, too.

Alessio’s teeth caught Corrado’s lower lip as he moved to pull back, that sting hardening his cock to a painful point as Ginevra whispered, “Yes.”

The stormy blue of Alessio’s gaze locked on his for a brief second, he took that connection for what it was, those silent promises of yours is coming too.

He wanted that.

As much as he wanted Ginevra.

But her first.

Alessio kneeled down, his hands shoving the blue satin of Ginevra’s dress higher as Corrado focused on her lips, and getting her kiss, too. The shuffle of fabric, thin lace being yanked away, sounded over her hard breaths. She shifted against Corrado’s side, and how he was leaning over her, her legs widening for Alessio down below. He knew the second Alessio had his face buried between Ginevra’s thighs, because even if the man’s hard moan wouldn’t have been enough to tell him he found heaven, the broken cry Ginevra echoed against his kiss would have done it.

Shivers raced through her body. His hands chased after them, yanking the straps of that dress down her arms, and past her chest, making her lace-covered tits spill out to his waiting palms. He dragged those lace cups down, too, still lashing his tongue against hers as she whined into his kiss.

Corrado pulled back, thumbs tweaking her nipples as he peered down. Alessio stared up, their eyes locking again as he worked between her thighs, his tongue beating a fast rhythm against her clit as the sounds of his fingers sinking into her wet pussy filled the surrounding space.

“Come, and he’ll fill you,” Corrado told her. “Stretch you out nice, Ginny, while I get a taste of you both, and show you how good it will be when we’re both filling you full, kitten.”

“Oh, my God,” she breathed.

“That works, too.”

She choked on her next cry.

Corrado watched as Alessio bared his teeth, giving him a silent warning, not that he needed it. He could sense how close Ginevra was to coming, and the right move on Alessio’s part would throw her right over the edge. All it took was the scrape of Alessio’s teeth against the hood of her clit before he sucked it between his lips, and she flew.

His hands ghosted up from her chest, her racing heat thrumming into her throat, as his fingers wrapped around the column of her neck. He took in all those sounds of hers with kisses dotting across her trembling lips, over her jaw, and back to her mouth again.

“I … I …” Ginevra couldn’t get words out, the air of her voice pulsing along Corrado’s mouth as she tried. “Please.”

“Easy, easy, breathe,” Alessio murmured as he lifted, and Corrado moved aside for him. “Fuck, doesn’t she look good like that?”

“She does,” Corrado agreed. “So fucking good, Les.”

“You hear that, Ginny? How much we love watching you come for us, huh?”

Her darkened brown eyes, hooded with lust, focused in on Alessio. His hands were already working to undo his pants, and shuffle them down. He took the condom Corrado handed over as he held out two fingers to Corrado, wet with Ginevra. Fucking hell. Corrado took that offering happily, getting her hot and tart arousal on his tongue as he watched Alessio give Ginevra a taste with a kiss.

Alessio took his hand back, but only to get his cock sheathed in latex. Ginevra, though, reached for Corrado with one hand, and Alessio with the other. Her fingers drifted through his hair, fingernails dragging over his scalp to pull him in for a burning kiss while she laid her palm flat against Alessio’s chest.

What came next was fast—a blur to Corrado’s eye because he felt like they moved out of need, and nothing more. In a blink, Alessio had pulled Ginevra away from the wall, and Corrado’s hands skipped up her back as he followed behind, making sure she didn’t fall from the rushed movements.

She sat down in Alessio’s lap when he fell onto the plush white leather chair in the corner facing the mirror.

“You got a nice fucking view,” Corrado said as he keeled down behind Ginevra, between Alessio’s widened stance, his hands palming her ass. “You can watch it all, Les.”

“And you,” his lover murmured.

Yeah.

Corrado did. The perfect view of Ginevra’s wet, pink cunt hovering above Alessio’s cock. He got his fingers wet with her arousal, letting the digits slide through the lips of her sex, and teasing the entrance of her slit before sliding further back.

Alessio wasn’t the only one who liked to watch.