Page 33 of The Man with a Treasure

Tonight, her ass was going to learn how to handle more than fingers, so our shared dream of a true threesome could come true.

Still stroking her virgin hole, I moved to the side so that Sal could kneel behind her. He had so much lube on his dick, it is possible he used half the bottle. Still massaging her folds, I removed my other fingers for Sal, but he didn’t take my place. He just kept staring, his mouth hanging open, stroking himself.

I teased, “As talented as your hand is, I guarantee she offers a better feel.”

On the verge of the orgasm I kept denying her, Noemi breathlessly joked, “If not convinced, let Angelo take a go.”

That got his attention. Sal smiled, placing the head of his dick at her entrance. “This may not be a wise time to threaten me, Noemi.”

Panting, she laughed. “No? Then I better come or get fucked because my threats are only going to get worse.”

Sal and I had watched each other fuck Noemi, but this was so different. This was a forbidden fruit, by all accounts. A woman’s ass was not to be toyed with. Thank God for Sal and me, Noemi didn’t abide by those rules. As I watched Sal slowly push his head inside, and her hole stretch around him, I was in awe, desperate to know what he was feeling.

My eyes raced to his.

Barely registering my silent question, he hissed through a nod. “Tight. So fucking tight.”

Not positive this was a good thing for Noemi, I quickly switched my hands at her core so I was free to lean to the side to check on her. Her head was hanging, so I asked, “Are you alright?”

“Is he all the way in yet?”

I checked. He wasn’t. Not even halfway. “Almost.”

“Then, can I at least come? Angelo, it might help.”

It was clear the forbidden fruit was going to take a little patience. So, in English, a language Noemi didn’t know at all, I told my friend, “Go no deeper and caress what you have,” while my fingers intensified pressure on a nub that needed attention.

Grateful for my hand, Noemi groaned, “W-What did you say to him?”

I watched as Sal gently started to stroke his dick in and out, barely halfway, silently asking her body to accept him. “I told him I have never seen you look sexier than tonight.”

Her shoulders softened. “Are you sure? I feel like an impaled pig over a Viking fire.”

Chuckling at her detailed description, I told her, “Then I have failed at this seduction.” I kissed her shoulder while reaching under her chest with my free hand to massage her hanging breast. “Let me explain how I see you. I am so jealous of Sal right now. I want to feel you there.”

Her body started losing tension. “You do? Even though—”

“Exquisite, Noemi. Your body, the way you are letting my friend fuck you, has me so aroused I may explode, and you’re not even touching me. That is how sexy you look.”

She moaned, her sexual tension building again.

I growled with hunger since my need was feeding hers. “You are extraordinary.”

As Noemi came on my hand, and Sal was able to sink fully inside her, I realized it is not only a woman’s heart that is attached to her body. It is also her mind. If the mind is holding insecurities or fear, you have lost the best part of making love; touching her free spirit.

Even though things were going magnificently with Noemi—Sal and I now both enjoying being with her at the same time—I felt an invisible noose around my neck. I didn’t know who was placing it there, but it was tightening. No man wants to feel caged. I desired control over my life, yet felt I had none.

“What’s wrong?” asked Isabella, while a cool breeze blew through her hair.

I was about to turn eighteen. Now that I was thinking about that fact, I realized that meant so was Noemi. That meant— “I feel like I am saying goodbye to so much at once.”

Beautiful Isabella nodded, understanding me more than I did. “Ah, yes.” She pointed to the farmhands off in the distance. “They only see Suits, not understanding the true weight.”

Envying the farmhands in the sun, sweating and enjoying their vigorous work, I exhaled. “I can’t believe how much I will miss the smell of manure.”

“At least you got to smell it up close.”

My eyes snapped to hers, but Isabella Giordano didn’t see me. She was staring off as if dreaming about the life I once had, one she never had been permitted to live. Her reality had me stating, “You went from one prison to the next.”