ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (73 page)

As the evening came to a close, both she and Fortune were escorted to different chauffeur driven cars. It had been an amazing evening, food at a top restaurant and now a ride home in a Bentley. Annabella had been dreading this evening with her boss, but it turned out they hardly spoke a word to each other. It had been fun and interesting. Iliaro told her many tales of his Italian family connections. She hoped she might bump into him again, back at the office.

Annabella closed her eyes and relaxed on the plush leather seat, trying to capture the memories of the evening, she did not want them to escape her. If working overtime meant being in the company of Giovanno and Iliaro, then she wanted more overtime, hell, she’d do it without pay. She wondered at what the business side of the meeting had been about. Giovanno and Fortune had chatted all night, well, Fortune had done most of the talking and it seemed that Giovanno was a good listener. Actually, Fortune had openly flirted with him. Not knowing exactly who they were, she couldn’t know what the meeting was about, but whoever they were, Fortune was doing her best to impress them. Her role must have been to balance the party out, but whatever the reasons for the whole thing, she wished it could have gone on all night.

Coming out of her reverie, Annabella noticed through the window that the car was going in the wrong direction. She was just about to speak to the driver, when he pulled up. Unsure what was happening, and a little concerned of as to where she was, the door opened and there stood Iliaro.

“It seems, my beautiful Annabella, that you have impressed my boss, and he would like to continue the evening on a social setting, rather than a business one. Would you care to join us, or are we intruding on your privacy?”

Annabella was a little taken aback.

“Oh, Iliaro, you can intrude on my privacy all you want, I’d love to spend the evening chatting away with you,” Annabella replied, pleased at this outcome.

“Ah well, you will have two handsome men entertaining you now,” Iliaro reminded her. “Come, the car is waiting.”

She got out of the car and Iliaro instructed the driver, then he led her by the arm to a another car, another Bentley, whoever these guys were they were not short of Bentleys, money. The windows were tinted, making it impossible to see inside. Brief thoughts of a sexual assignation in a car like this, out in public, but completely private, flitted through her mind and she felt the blood rise in her face.

“You okay, Annabella?” Iliaro asked, “you look a little flushed.”

Annabella just smiled guiltily, and Iliaro opened the rear door of the car. She was greeted by the wonderful sight of Giovanno, looking elegant and gorgeous. Remembering that Iliaro referred to him as his boss, she guessed he must be at some managerial or executive level. Whatever, he was a walking hunk of handsomeness with a body to match. Just looking at him stirred something deep inside of her, and created a little warmth in her panties..

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Annabella,” he greeted her, and she detected a hint of an accent to his voice. “I needed to complete my meeting with Fortune, before I could ask to you to spend the rest of the evening with me.”

“Oh, so Fortune has gone?” she asked. For some reason she had assumed Fortune was a fixture of the party.

“The rest of the evening is for pleasure, the meal was for business,” he explained to her.

“As we have already wined and dined, and I do not care for clubs, could I request that we return to my apartment, where I can entertain you for a joyous evening,” Giovanno asked.

“Not joyous, Gio,” Iliaro scolded him as he closed the car door. “I think Giovanno means a pleasant evening. Forgive him, he doesn’t socialize very much and his English is a little rough,” Iliaro laughed.

“I would love a pleasant evening in your company,” Annabella laughed back. This was going to be wonderful, just her and the two handsome hunks. She would never have dreamed that her day would end like this.

The apartment was stunning, and it was the penthouse suite. She wasn’t too knowledgeable on these things, but it was a classy apartment and reeked of wealth. Though it was also refined and not over fussy, definitely minimalist and definitely a male home.

Iliaro led her to a large balcony that overlooked the city. The balcony had a canopy, so it was warm and airy, and the view was incredible.

“My boss, he goes to shower and change, he does not like to entertain in his business clothes. Me, I pour you a cocktail, yes?”

“That’s a wonderful idea, Iliaro, thank you,” is all Annabella could think to say.

At the moment she was still getting over the shock that she had been invited to be entertained, and not Fortune.

The cocktails were amazing and the company even better, and they laughed and chatted like they were old friends. She talked about her visits to England and how she hated the cold winds and rain, and they talked about Italy and the wonderful historical places that Giovanno loved to visit, when he went home.

Finally, Annabella plucked up the courage to ask about the meeting and wondered if all the managers met at expensive restaurants.

“I like to meet with all the managers individually, and out of the work setting,” Giovanno explained.

“You are expected to take every manager to that expensive restaurant? I hope the company help you with the expenses,” she didn’t mean to say that but it seemed a little over the top for a manager’s assessment.

“Annabella,” Iliaro whispered her name, “Giovanno is the company.”

“Oh, I see, they are your managers, in the sense of yours and not in the sense of...” she swallowed her words, realizing this was the owner of the large company, and she felt a sudden embarrassment at not knowing this already.

“But, I’m not a manager, why was I invited?” she asked, puzzled.

“Ahh, now you were a special case, Annabella,” she heard Giovanno’s voice as he entered the party. “Iliaro took a fancy to you in the elevator, and insisted I invite you too.” Iliaro was beaming with a big smile across his face. “Besides,” Giovanno continued, “neither of us looked forward to an evening alone with Ms. O’Conner, your presence made the evening bearable.”

Annabella blushed at the compliment, “if I realized you were my boss, I might not have shown myself up in the elevator,” she admitted.

“That is what I like about you Annabella,” Giovanno said, “you are not trying to impress me because you want to climb a ladder.”

“Not climb a ladder? Gio, another silly choice of words,” Iliaro scolded.

Annabella laughed, these two were obviously good friends, If Giovanno owned the company she wondered at what Iliaro’s role was.

“Ah, the English of these Italians,” Iliaro expressed. “I teach him everything he knows and still he does it wrong.”

They both broke into Italian, with some little tiff, and Annabella continued to laugh at them, such a pair, they were clearly not just business acquaintances.

“Pah!” Giovanno stood up and flicked the back of his hand in exasperation at his friend, then came to sit beside Annabella. “Insubordinate, that is what he is,” he said, smiling at her.

As he sat down, she felt his knee touch with hers. She did not move her leg as she liked the closeness. They continued their little bickering, but now in English, Annabella found it amusing listening to them.

“I do understand what Giovanno means though, Iliaro,” she interrupted, not really wanting to take sides. “There is an expression of ‘climbing a ladder’, other than the actually physically climbing a ladder.”

“If you two are going to gang up on me, I shall leave and pour some more drinks,” Iliaro said, a faux hurt look on his face.

“Go, cameriere!” Giovanno waved his arm at him, dismissively, but smiling at the same time, although the argument sounded serious, it was clear it was all in fun.

As his arm came down, he draped it gently over Annabella’s shoulder.

“You must forgive my friend, he takes liberties and embarrasses me in front of pretty young women,” he smiled.

His lips were close to her ear and she felt his warm breath. Tipping her head back, she laughed wholeheartedly, so happy to be in the company of these two, only to be met by a soft pair of warm lips, pressing upon hers. In the back of her mind she thought she should refuse the uninvited kiss, but in reality she welcomed it. The touch of his skin was intoxicating and she never wanted the lingering kiss to end.

Just as Giovanno pulled away, Iliaro sat himself at her other side, on the large sofa. It felt good to be between these two men. She was fast beginning to like them both and could not make out who she liked the most. Iliaro was funny and witty and handsome, and Giovanno was quiet and mysterious and handsome. All good qualities in a man.

“You must forgive my friend,” Iliaro said as he put the drink in her hand. “He has no manners. When I tell his mamma of his behaviour, she will be shocked.”

They continued bickering in Italian, now communicating over Annabella, in the middle.

“Pah!” Giovanno expressed once again.

They both looked at her with their own sexy smiles, her heart melted and her tummy fluttered.

“Annabella,” Giovanno looked into her eyes. “I would like to ask if we can bed you this evening?”

“You cannot do that,” Iliaro shot back at him, both of them leaning over Annabella. “You cannot just ask like that, it is ill mannered.”

“Do you mean both of you?” Annabella couldn’t believe she had plucked up the courage to ask, but that was how she understood it.

“My friend,” Giovanno spoke, “he makes me share everything with him, my fortune, my women and any love, if I am lucky enough to find it. He takes it all.”

“You two are the strangest pair I have ever had the fortune to meet,” Annabella was full of conflicting emotions, she’d never slept with a man on the first date. Yet here she was, being propositioned by two. Though these guys did make her feel like someone very specially.

“I take it from your not refusing, that we have a chance. Yes?” Iliaro queried

She knew her next words should not be spoken, but the drink had made her lightheaded and she was having such a wonderful time.

“I would love to be with you both, but,” at this point she looked at one, then the other, “I don’t know how to manage two men at the same time, particularly two that seem to fight all the time.”

“We will not fight,” Iliaro promised “and we will help with that predicament.”

Annabella wasn't sure how that was going to work out, but with her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, and the company of two of the most sexiest men she had ever met, she was determined to try.

Iliaro spoke to his friend in Italian and Giovanno stood and scooped Annabella into his arms. He carried her into an adjoining room where there was a huge bed waiting. Placing her down gently, he lay beside her, stroking her hair. Annabella wasn’t sure of the emotions flooding through her, whether she was petrified or excited, but she was about to find out.

Chapter 6 Three is Not a Crowd

Giovanno took the lead, kissing Annabella firmly on the lips with his tongue pushing between hers, probing into her warm, wet mouth. Annabella loved the taste of him and greedily sucked on his tongue, savoring his taste.

Iliaro wasn't going to be left out of the action and he laid beside Annabella at the other side, planting little kisses on her neck and across her cheek, as his lips moved closer to her mouth. Giovanno pulled away from her lips. Annabella felt disappointed to have lost the hot kiss and opened her eyes to see where he had gone, she was shocked to see Giovani and Ilario engrossed in their own deep wet kiss. She could clearly see their tongues dancing with each other.

Just a little nonplussed at the predicament, Annabella decided that she would just go with the flow. If these two guys were into each other, she really didn't care, as long as they were into her too. And they certainly where. The two guys soon broke their kiss, and immediately Ilario pressed his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply with his tongue in her mouth, where only seconds before, it was in Giovannos. The thought of them kissing excited her even more. The tingling of her nerves was almost electrifying. This was a night she would remember for the rest of her life.

Whilst Annabella was French kissing with Iliaro, Giovanno buried his face in her cleavage, nipping and licking at the bare flesh. He unbuttoned the front of her dress, until it was completely unfastened. Slipping the dress off her shoulders, and with a deft touch he reached behind and unfastened her bra, freeing her breasts. He immediately dipped his head and suckled on her nipples, Annabella moaned quietly, into Iliaro’s kiss.

Throughout all this, Iliaro had never broken their lip contact, his tongue deep inside Annabella’s mouth, danced a tango of passion with hers. These two men were clearly well experienced at this and she mused how many other women had the same treatment in this bed. Not that she cared, it was her turn now, and that was all that mattered.

Iliaro broke their passionate embrace and stood up at the side of the bed, stripping off his clothes. Annabella stared transfixed, as each layer of clothing he discarded revealed more and more of his naked body. She watched, barely able to breathe as the final piece, his underwear, was pulled away to reveal his massive erection. Thick and stiff, its stood out of his body like a pole. Annabella felt a little quiver of fear at the thought of that deep inside of her, would it fit?

Giovanno was not idle, while Iliaro was stripping, he moved down from her breasts and planted little wet kisses down her abdomen and past her navel. Dipping his tongue in the little recess before moving on, further down to the rim of her panties. Hooking his thumbs under the elastic, he slowly pulled them down, revealing her blond haired mons.

“Oh, è bello angolo,” Giovanno muttered, before burying his face in between her legs with his tongue probing at her labia.

“Ohh, that feels good,” Annabella moaned, as he licked and probed at her pussy with his tongue.

The sensations coursing through Annabella’s body were amazing and little jolts of pleasure ran through her like an electric current.

Without any warning of his intentions, Iliaro straddled her chest, taking the weight on his knees, his stiff erection pointing directly at her face. It looked even bigger close up, a huge bulbous head split in two, by a slit at the end. His pendulous balls rest on her chest. She could smell his musky aroma and it sent her mad with passion, not waiting for him to move towards her, she brazenly pushed her head forward and engulfed the end in her mouth, lathing it with her tongue. She quickly built up a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, lips traveling the length of his shaft as she worshipped him with her mouth.

Giovanno was the first to break the tryst, kneeling up he quickly stripped off his clothes until he too was naked. As if some by some preplanned decision, the men worked together, Iliaro climbing off her chest, his cock wet from her oral ministrations, and moved himself into the classic 69 position. His erection back in her face, she quickly sucked it back into her mouth. It’s not Annabella’s genitals he pleasures in this position, but Giovanno’s, who has moved between them with his erection pointing at Iliaro’s face. Iliaro quickly swallows it deep inside his lips. Giovanno dips his head between Annabella’s legs and sucks her little love bud in between his lips.

All three are locked in a chain, each one pleasuring the other, orally. Lips and tongues suck and lap and probe, and the room is filled with the noise of their oral ministrations.

Annabella cannot believe how aroused she was, her whole body had surrendered to the lust she felt, and she enjoyed every single minute of it. Her mouth teased and her tongue lapped at the erect member buried between her lips. She, in turn, enjoyed Giovanno’s attention to her pussy, the thought that Iliaro pleasuring Giovanno orally, only increased the levels of passion within her.

All to soon it seemed to Annabella that the chain was broken. She wasn't sure who moved first as the two men worked together like a well oiled machine. Someone flipped her onto her side, her mouth now bereft of the throbbing member she had so lovingly worshipped. Strong hands draw her knees up towards her chest and she can feel a stiff erection probing at her from behind. Another hand reaches to her front, to pull and twist lightly on her nipples. As a cock moves between her legs, she willingly pushes back allowing it to easily slips into her wetness. She heard her own moans come from her throat, she is entranced by lust, drunk on desire. As the erection probes her deeply, she cries out for more.