A Touch of Fae (14 page)

The lids of her eyes settled low as if imagining the scene. “Show me,” she whispered.

Rory felt a rush of liquid from the tip of his dick and almost came beneath her ass. When had he ever been so turned on that mere words put him on the edge of release so sharply? Alessandro appeared to be in the same predicament. He had flopped back against the back of the couch, eyes closed, legs stretched out in front of him and his hand on his cock. Even as Rory watched the dark-lashed lids fluttered open. Their eyes met and Rory knew exactly what Alessandro was thinking. The same thing he had been thinking for weeks. Could she take them both?

Not giving her a chance to change her mind, Rory pushed her off his lap into a standing position in front of him. His big fingers fumbled at her jeans button until it finally released and he ripped down her zipper. Then he tugged her pants down over her hips. She stood submissively before him, eyes almost closed. He was distracted briefly when she raised her hands to cup her breasts, but Alessandro moving in at his side reminded him what he was doing. Her hands settled on his tight shoulders for balance as he pulled her jeans and panties off her feet. When he looked up, Alessandro was peeling her shirt from her uplifted arms.

Then she was standing before him naked. Rory drank in the sight of her. Her heavy breasts were lush, the dark nipples pointed up in supplication. When Alessandro reached around her from behind, covering her dusky peaks with his hands, Rory sat back and tried to etch the picture in his mind. They were stunning together; Alessandro with his swarthy good looks and Violet with her pale complexion and dark hair. Even after being in the States for years, Alessandro still tanned easily in the summertime and he was brown as a berry now. Violet was porcelain white by comparison.

“God, that feels good,” she whispered. Passion deepened her voice to a raspy whisper. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned back into Sandro. His partner bent down to nibble at her neck as he tilted her head to the side, draping her long dark hair over her opposite shoulder. The blunt end of her hair just brushed at her nipples.

Leaning forward, Rory pressed his face into her stomach. Cupping her hips in his hands, he pulled her forward to his lips. Violet moaned and shifted restlessly. Rory could smell her desire. With one hand he teased his fingers through her dark pubic hair, then delved into the moisture beyond. Rory felt her body tense in expectation of his finger, but he pulled back at the last second before reaching her clit. Violet moaned above him, her fingers burrowing into his scalp, holding his face to her softness. Rory worked his lips across her skin, biting just a bit here and there to keep her tense. Shifting, she spread her legs and tilted her hips forward, trying to encourage him to do more but he held back. Rory reached behind Violet and pulled his lover in close, holding the two of them together with his long arms.

The tightness in his pants was excruciating and he knew his cock would stand straight up from his belly when released. Once again delving through Violet’s hair, Rory plunged a finger deep within her heat. Violet screamed out, clutching at his hair with her fists. Her hips moved automatically, encouraging a rhythm. Rory complied with what she wanted for a few minutes before pulling his drenched finger out of her pussy. Looking up the line of her body he deliberately let her see him lick his finger clean. Reaching for her left knee, Rory pulled her foot up to rest on the couch beside him. The position opened her up to his gaze and allowed him to plan what came next.

“Hold her, Sandro.”

The Italian cupped Violet’s ass in his palms; taking some of her weight and balancing her before Rory. Using both thumbs Rory pulled her outer lips apart, feasting on her with his eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he told her.

Violet looked away from him as if she didn’t believe his words.

“You are,” he insisted. “I wouldn’t just say that.”

He stared at her hard until her eyes met his. He tried to push his conviction at her and make her understand how very into her he was. How very into her
they
were.

With a smile Violet reached out and cupped his chin in her hand. Using her thumbnail, she scraped against the stubble. “I know.”

But her eyes told him differently. She heard his words but didn’t exactly believe him.

Rory tried not to let her distrust hurt, but it did nonetheless.

With renewed determination he focused on what he was doing.

Moisture glistened on her thighs and he had to reach out and touch. Going higher, he slipped his broad middle finger into her depths. She twitched around him and Rory knew she would do the exact same thing to his cock. Gliding his finger through her folds, he pushed farther back, gliding along her crack. The rosette of her ass clenched when he brushed over it, but as he massaged her own moisture around she began to loosen up. Alternating back and forth, he moved moisture from her pussy to her ass. When he slipped the tip of his middle finger inside the rosette, she was more than ready.

“Oh my god,” she moaned.

Pressing and retreating, he worked his finger deeper and deeper inside her but continued to brush her clit with his thumb. Her legs began quaking around his hand and Rory knew she was close to the edge.

Leaning back against the couch, he unfastened and shoved his pants down his legs. His cock sprang up, weeping for attention. Violet looked down at him hungrily. Her leg was still hiked up on the couch and Alessandro was practically holding her up. He took a fraction of a second to roll on a condom then nodded at his partner over her shoulder. “I’ve got her.”

Rory guided her lower half and Alessandro held her shoulders as she settled down onto his waiting cock with one of her knees on each side of his hips. Violet cried out as her own moisture allowed him to slip in almost to the hilt. Clenching his jaw, Rory tried to hold back his moan. She had to be the hottest, wettest heat he had ever been inside. Panting, he held her hips still as he tried to push back his orgasm.
Not yet.

Violet lay forward on his chest, tucking her face into his neck. Rory thought it was cute, and innocent. She knew exactly what was coming. Flexing his hips, he speared up inside her.

Violet yelped and he knew he had struck her g-spot just right. Perhaps it would be better to go ahead and force her over. Then she would really be ready for the two of them. Gliding faster, he hit that spot again and again. Violet tossed against his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin as she struggled to maintain control, but he wasn’t letting her do that. Clamping his hands on her hips, he held her still as he brought her right to the edge then flung her over.

The spasms rippling through her almost threw him over as well. Clenching his jaw, his eyes slammed shut as he prayed for fortitude. He waited until her involuntary movements slowed, then eventually stopped. She sat up on his lap but did not disengage herself from his body.

When he opened his eyes Alessandro was standing at her side, naked. Violet cradled his testicles in her hand and kissed the tip of his prick. Widening her lips, she took the head of him completely into her mouth. Alessandro groaned and pushed forward, deeper into her mouth. At the same time she began grinding on Rory. She was very loose now with her recent orgasm and the gliding heat felt sensational. Guiding her with his left hand, with his right he reached up to fondle Sandro’s smooth balls. They were high and tight to his body. Rory could tell by the way the other man was panting that he was just as close to coming as Rory was.

Reaching down, Rory soaked his fingers in her moisture then reached behind to play with her ass. Violet moaned and clenched on his cock. Her eyes were slumberous with passion as she eased forward to nibble at his lips. Rory took what she offered, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. The taste of Sandro struck him first. The salty-sweet taste of pre-come. He would know his partner’s essence anywhere. Coming from her mouth though, the flavor was especially decadent. With the tip of his middle finger he penetrated her gently, then retreated, pressed in again and retreated.

Violet moaned and clenched around him, almost in another orgasm. “Oh god,” she groaned, and pushed back against his finger. Rory pushed deeper, then slipped his ring finger in as well. Violet was panting with her forehead resting on his sweating chest. The tightness of her ass was easing though.

Glancing at Alessandro, he nodded. Moving behind Violet, the Italian smoothed his hands up her back, then back down to cup the roundness of her ass. Rory removed his fingers and let Alessandro insert his own. Rory clasped her hips and began gliding her over top of him even as Sandro began plunging and retreating with his hand. Violet was moaning now almost constantly. Walking her knees up his sides on the couch, she laid there and let them do what they wanted.

Rory knew the moment when Sandro replaced his fingers with his cock.

“Oh god, yes, Alessandro. Oh, that feels good.”

Rory shared a look with his partner before Alessandro’s eyes fluttered shut. His narrow hips were pushing gently into Violet’s ass, rubbing against Rory’s cock through the thin membrane separating them. Rory scooted to the edge of the couch, then held still as Sandro worked himself in, lifting one leg up to rest on the edge of the couch.

“Oh damn,” Violet mumbled, nuzzling his chest.

Sandro reached around her body to fondle her nipples. Violet gasped and nipped at Rory’s pectoral muscle. Rory clenched and shoved himself up inside her, which made Sandro lunge in to meet him. All of their actions directly encouraged the other two. As the drive to completion escalated, their moves became more frantic. Within just a few moments Sandro was slamming himself home with every plunge. Rory was trying to time his upward movements to coincide with Alessandro’s. Violet was simply taking it all and moaning almost continuously. Rory felt desperation building in his lower belly and knew he would have to let go soon.

“Sandro, you there?” he panted.

“Almost, almost.”

Violet levered up enough to look him in the eye. “Harder.”

Rory slammed himself up into her to the hilt once, twice, three times. Violet screamed and convulsed, jerking in his arms, clutching his cock. Alessandro groaned as her ass tightened on him and yelled out as he too joined her in bliss. Sandro’s frantic movements inside her body finally flung Rory over the edge. From the tip of his toes, his orgasm rolled up his body and slammed into him. Searing heat ripped out of the end of his cock, then suffused his body. Violet gave a final wrenching cry and landed heavily on his chest, but her vagina still fluttered around him, prolonging his orgasm. As she continued to milk them dry, they continued to move until it became painful.

“Stop, please,” Sandro murmured, lying across her back. Rory cradled the two of them to his chest even as he struggled to breathe. Contentment eased through him, even as the passion began to recede.

Alessandro was the first to move, but that was only because he had to. Rory felt him pull out, and he felt the tremor that rippled through Violet’s body. When he cranked his neck back to look in her face, her eyes were closed and tears were leaking from beneath the lids to his chest. Alarm surged through him. “Violet? What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?”

She rolled her head against his chest. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “Just shattered. That was beautiful.”

Rory felt his own eyes fill and he clenched his jaw. He could totally understand what she was feeling. Looking up, he saw Alessandro wasn’t much better. He was sitting naked on the corner of the coffee table, dick limp, but the most tender expression on his swarthy face Rory had ever seen. When their eyes connected he was reminded yet again why he loved the man. If it hadn’t been for his urging Rory would still be in St. Louis stewing, fighting his need for her, probably smashing things in his frustration.

For several minutes he stayed in the same position, gently rubbing Violet’s back. Eventually, she sniffled and raised her head. Her luminous green eyes were still wet with tears and the skin of her face was splotchy red, but she was still incredibly beautiful to him. Tucking a thick strand of sweaty hair behind her ear, he smiled gently at her. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, she sat up and lifted herself off him. “I’m going to shower.”

Rory could not help but admire her body as she pulled away. The blue overalls she wore at work hid everything. Without the concealing fabric she had a wonderfully lush figure. He watched as she disappeared through the bedroom doorway, round hips swaying.

Sandro also watched appreciatively. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Absolutely,” Rory agreed. Just watching her walk had started a tingle in his depleted cock.

His eyes met Alessandro’s and they both smiled, replete.

“Think she has room in the shower for us to join her?”

Alessandro shrugged. “Me, yes. You, not so much.” He waved a hand at Rory’s huge frame. “No gorillas in the shower.”

Rory lunged at him as Sandro jogged toward the bathroom. “Hey, what do you mean no gorillas? No Italian racecar drivers either. There’s not enough room up top for your ego.”

In the end they all three crammed into her shower stall, laughing and giggling like children.

Violet dreaded the
coming morning. After their shower all three had climbed into her suddenly small queen size bed. They had whispered and played in the dark until Alessandro had fallen asleep, then Rory had snuggled in close behind her, wrapping his own arms over top of hers on Alessandro. They did not make love again but they cuddled.

And now at four o’clock in the morning, she was just feeling. Feeling the men breathe in front of her and behind her. Feeling the erection Rory could not seem to get rid of even in sleep. Feeling her heart expand exponentially for this couple.

She didn’t know what to do. They were leaving in a matter of hours and the dread in her stomach just kept building. She didn’t want them to leave. But what choice did they have? Rory had some high-powered executive job running a company and Alessandro had his teaching to get to. They had both been here a couple of days and it would take most of the day tomorrow for them to get home.