Page 107 of Alessio

It was how they moved with each other, how they worked that took her breath away first. Even as their attention focused in on her, she stared up in enough time to watch Corrado lean over her from the front, reaching for Alessio. His thumb caught the other man’s lip while Alessio drew soft circles against Ginevra’s clit.

Corrado’s other thumb slipped past Ginevra’s lips for her to suck on the tip even as he kissed Alessio.

Still, her body hummed.

Still, she had to watch.

She barely remembered the drive home. Not when Alessio had settled into the backseat with her while Corrado drove far too fast down the highway. She didn’t think about the blur outside their windows from the speed when Alessio was between her thighs, his hands holding her down against soft leather while his tongue found a spot on her body no man’s mouth had ever been. And his fingers were there, too, pressing into her ass to stretch her open.

In the front seat, Corrado told Alessio, “But don’t let her come.”

Yeah.

Alessio followed the direction, too. Throughout the drive, on the way up to the penthouse, and now she was in their bed, one standing on the right of the mattress as he worked her pussy and clit with his mouth and his fingers, and the other in front of her …

She still hadn’t come.

Oh, they brought her so fucking close.

To that edge where blissed numbness came in, the seconds right before they would push her into the abyss of an orgasm … and they stopped. Corrado would kiss her, his hands driving over her spine, and under to her chest where he tweaked at her nipples. Alessio would back off from behind her enough to let her shaking subside.

And then they would begin again.

Like now.

And Ginevra?

Fucking crazy.

If there was a raw, pure version of her, this was it. She didn’t recognize the sounds climbing her throat every time they denied her another orgasm. Her begging had started three denials ago.

“Please, please,” she mumbled.

Corrado’s hand curved her cheek, the tender touch about the only thing that didn’t make her ache in the best way from the rest of their roughness. “Not yet, kitten. See, you’re almost there … he will edge you again and again, until you want to scream. And then it’s going to feel like nothing will sate you except everything.”

“And don’t you want that, Ginny?” Alessio asked behind her.

Why did their voices sound so hot?

Throaty.

It drove her crazy, too.

“Almost,” Alessio murmured. “She’s shaking good.”

Corrado peered down at her, a glint staring back at her. “You can see it in her eyes, too. They darken when they widen.”

She didn’t understand their words, not when another orgasm was so fucking close as Alessio continued circling her clit at a much faster speed than before. And yet, she was scared they would take it away from her, too.

Deny her again.

Corrado kept his touch at her cheek, his thumb roving over her trembling lips as he freed his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs. A grunt escaped from his mouth when she leaned forward, her mouth encasing the head of his cock even as he stroked the base made her wetter.

It seemed like it.

Then again, it might have been when Alessio’s mouth found her pussy as his fingers kept working her clit, his tongue lapping at her sensitive tissues and flicking at her entrance for more sensation added to the rest.

Or it might have been all.