Page 164 of Alessio

Would it ever be the same again?

He wasn’t sure.

It didn’t matter.

He’d never forget it now.

But he also wasn’t wrong on what he believed, either. All it took was a soft, “I need you—both of you.” That whisper from Ginevra was so quiet, and yet, there was an unmistakable heat in her tone. A want.

And he swore it was second nature for he and Corrado … an uncontrollable urge they both had to give this woman what she wanted, when she wanted it. It didn’t matter what it was, pancakes at nine in the evening, or fucking at two in the morning, they would give it to her because she asked.

A lot like each other, too.

Ginevra fell back into Alessio’s lap, her loose hair spilling over his shoulder as his arms locked around her waist. He took that chance to dip his hands lower while Corrado pulled his suit jacket off and worked on the buttons of his shirt. Alessio wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Ginevra hot and wet under the lace panties hidden between the skirt of her dress. He bunched the skirt around her hips. His hand under her panties moved fast, stroking through the seam of her sex to take the wetness he found there up to her clit.

All she needed to get off were the pads of his fingertips against her clit in fast back-and-forth strokes at a steady pressure, and he would make her come like nothing at all. He did exactly that, wanting her worked up. No flavor was better than Ginevra’s pussy right after she came, no doubt about that.

There was something sweeter tasting to her skin, he would swear on it.

“Yeah, fuck,” Corrado said when he buried his face into Ginevra’s neck to breathe her in as she squirmed against his hold, “make her come, Les. Let me see it.”

“Oh, my God,” Ginevra choked out, the sound raw enough to make his cock impossibly harder beneath his jeans. And with her tight little ass grinding against his groin to get more friction of his hand against her clit, he damn near blew his load like a fucking teenager. “Please, don’t stop. Please, Les.”

He laughed against the heat of her skin, and her pulse thrummed under the spot where his lips grazed her throat. “Not this time, sweetheart.”

Alessio realized Corrado had kneeled down between the two of them when the warm roughness of the man’s tongue lapped at his fingers running across Ginevra’s clit. The heady moan that Corrado let loose was enough to have Alessio clenching all over—but in the best way.

“Do you hear that, Ginny?” Alessio asked her, his mouth drifting up the side of her trembling jaw before coming to a stop at her ear. He found the flavor of salt on her skin already, but also that strange sweetness, too—it would be a good fucking night all around. “That sound means he likes the taste of you on me, woman. Do you want him to eat your pussy while I make you come?”

A whine echoed from Ginevra. A clear yes following right behind it. Corrado did what she wanted, and Alessio intensified the pressure and pace on her clit for her. Everybody had that button to push, and this was Ginevra’s. As soon as he hit it, and Corrado was feasting on her pussy she shouted loud as she came.

Trembling all over.

Hot to the damn touch.

Sobbing their names.

Fuck.

It was sacrilegious.

It had to be.

If sin was a physical thing like people believed it to be, it had to be the sound Ginevra made when she was coming like that with both of them touching her. And if heaven truly existed, it was also this.

Alessio grabbed a fistful of Ginevra’s hair to turn her head enough to kiss her. His tongue clashed with hers, their kiss a familiar war he found had his heart pounding even as his fingers slowed between her thighs. He wasn’t sure when Corrado stood up, but the rustle of a bag had Alessio pulling away from the kiss to find what was happening. He didn’t wonder for long, though.

Corrado was back, leaning over Ginevra to take a kiss, too, his hands locked onto her thighs. Next to Alessio on the couch, he found what Corrado had been digging for. One of their small, black travel bags where they kept anything they might need to stay overnight. And as a just in case, condoms and packets of lubrication.

“Turn around,” Corrado demanded.

Ginevra hurried to obey, letting Alessio drag those ruined panties off her legs before she twisted around on his lap to straddle him. He dragged the straps of her dress down her shoulders, thankful she’d picked the tight bodycon one he’d liked in her closet because the material had give.

Once he had that dress pulled down enough to get his hands on the lace bra that was covering her chest, she arched into his touch. Her lips fell open, and her tongue snaked along the outer edge as Corrado lifted her higher so that her ass was thrust out for him.

Alessio, though, focused his attention on getting his palms under Ginevra’s bra. Skimming his fingertips over the tops of her nipples, he hardened them into peaks. He took one in his mouth, his teeth teasing her nipple as Corrado worked behind her. The rustle of the bag echoed again, and the sound of foil ripped open.

He knew when Corrado slipped his cock into Ginevra’s pussy because her body jerked against his, and another soft whimper fell from her lips. Alessio stared upward, Ginevra’s nipple still tight between his teeth to see Corrado biting the top of her shoulder as the echo of skin slapping skin sounded in the room. He got his hand between her thighs long enough to graze the hard length of Corrado sliding into Ginevra’s wet heat before he moved higher to work her clit between his fingertips with a massaging motion.