Unconventional (The Manhattanites #4) (12 page)

Before Rocco could pull them down, I looped my thumb and pointer finger under the thin elastic waistband. Arching my back, I held on to his shoulder to balance myself and started to remove the flesh-toned fabric.

“No
.”
He snapped his fingers. “Rocco will undress you.”

“And what are you going to do?” I asked playfully.

“I’ll watch.”

Grinning back at him, I put my hands behind my back as Rocco’s palm continued to caress my legs.

“
Sorprendente.
So amazing.” Slowly, Rocco pulled the panties to my ankles. He lifted one of my legs up over his shoulder then carefully, utterly focused and with intention, he butterfly-kissed the inner part of my thigh then licked at my pussy.

“Bello—”

“Let me do as I please,” he grunted between my legs, dragging his wet tongue over my hot flesh.

His kisses tickled me.

His licks excited me.

Causing me to spasm, I gripped onto his shoulders firmly as he inched closer between my legs.

Air caught in my throat.

“Breathe,” he instructed. “Just breathe.”

I closed my eyes, leaning in to him, allowing all of my life’s tenses to fade.

His tongue sunk between my folds.

Snarling as if something wild, he buried his face—nose, tongue and all—deep inside me. I fisted his curly black hair between my knuckles, trying to do as he told me. I cried out, “Eat my pussy,
bello
.”

He did.

“Yes. God. Now, tongue-fuck me.”

This was more intense than before. Earlier that night, Luigi had caught me so off-guard with that flick to my clit, I’d hit the ceiling. But this was slow, almost tantric, intimate, and from the looks on their faces they were going to drive me to new erotic heights of passion.

“Enough. Bring her to me!” Luigi shouted as if he sat on some royal throne. In a way, I guess he did.

Rocco got to his feet and with one fell swoop lifted me into his arms, causing me to feel a lightheaded rush.

“I can walk, ‘ya know.”

“Silenzio,”
he shushed then lowered me onto Luigi’s lap.

I straddled him cowgirl style, taking his cock between my two hands.

Luigi’s arms came wide, pulling me into him. My breasts mashed against his chiseled chest. Like a rock, I always felt rather dainty when close to him. He pressed his lips up to mine. As we kissed, his hands, behind me, unfastened my bra then palmed my ass, buffing the skin. He always did that right before he—

Whack!

Spanked me.

Rocco squatted behind me and tossed my bra to the floor. A dusting of his chest hair prickled my skin as we touched, sending a ripple of excitement to my core.

“Since we’ve never gone bare before, I thought tonight we’d…” He stared at my breasts for a minute before saying, “make love. Get on my dick,
dolce
.”

On my knees, I spread my legs apart while Rocco reached for Luigi’s shaft and I leaned into him, taking him. A sense of fullness washed over me as a tingle started on the crown of my scalp. My breath hitched as I whispered in his ear, “
Amore
, you feel
bueno
.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.” His chest rose up as he put both of his hands behind his head. “Let us savor this moment.”

“Fuck me, you fool,” I sassed.

He shook his head playfully from side to side and replied, “No.”

I pulled myself up and then back down, riding him for a minute. The wetness between us increased, and a slapping noise started as I squatted up then down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

He held on to my hips, pressing me firmly down on him.

“What are you doin’?” I asked, unable to move.

He prevented me from riding him.

“Just wait,
dolce.
”

“Show some control,” Rocco suggested. Behind me, he spread the apple of my ass cheeks apart.

I wiggled my bum. Back in the day, when we’d first started dating, I used to love anal. But you had to be in the mood for it and lately, I hadn’t.

He licked his fingers then began probing me, inserting one then two fingers in my ass.

“Tonight,
dolce
, we’re going to make love like never before.”

“
Sì
, with no condoms on my vajayjay, but let’s still use them on my bum.” The last thing I needed to get on this trip was an infection.

“That and something else.”

While Rocco caressed my backside, I leaned forward and kissed Luigi on the lips.

With him inside me, I could feel it getting thicker by the second.

“What?” I asked.

Slowly, Rocco withdrew his fingers before sheathing his cock in latex. Prodding himself at my backside, his breath quickened as he slid himself inside me. Shallow at first. Then deep. Deeper. Massaging the kinks out of my shoulders, he said, “Relax.”

“Promise me. Go slow. It’s been a while.” I tried to get comfortable with having them both inside me at the same time. Complete satisfaction.

Any second now…

I anticipated Rocco’s hips would start thrusting. Luigi’s dirty talk would ensue. Maybe one would pull my hair into a ponytail. Suck on my breasts. Something. Anything.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

Luigi appeared confident and leaned his back against the wall, away from me.

With Rocco still planted firmly in my ass, he also said nothing.

“
Ciao.
Let’s get this sexual safari started!” I shouted.

“Beg,” Luigi instructed through tight lips.

“What?”

“You heard him.” Rocco repeated,
“Beg.”

I laughed. “Since when have I ever begged for you two to fuck me?”

The question hung in the air like a storm cloud, growing darker by the second.

“Ohhh…I get it now.”

Luigi dipped his chin in my direction. “Do you want us,
dolce
?”

“
Sì
, very much.” I nodded.

“How do you want us?” Rocco muttered in my right ear.

I brought my body up a bit, clenching my cunt, watching him try to resist me.

He couldn’t. Not this pussy.

I should say something romantic and brilliant, but I didn’t have words to describe what I wanted.

“Speak,” he demanded.

“I want us to be one.” I pushed myself against his chest while I rode him down then back up again. A rush of, “Yes, oh, yes” riveted through me as my back curved up, taking more of Rocco’s girth.

“Not good enough.” His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me into him, keeping me still.

“Try again,” Rocco said simply in my other ear.

I whimpered. I wasn’t going to turn into some needy, clingy, begging thing. But I knew what they wanted from me.

To beg. To say I needed them. To demonstrate I couldn’t live without them. To show them they were my universe.

“Before I tell you what I want, let me remind you of a few things.”

He leaned forward and nipped at my left breast, first with his tongue then delicately he tugged with his teeth on my nipple.

A chill, which started out like ice and turned to fire, ran through me.

“Feels
bueno
?” he asked.

“
Sì
, don’t forget the other one.” I cupped my left breast and pointed it in his direction.

Just as he went to lick my skin, I pulled back and against Rocco instead, allowing him to massage my breasts in front of Luigi. I muttered, “Don’t play games with me,
amore
.”

“This isn’t a game,
dolce
.” He grabbed me, pulling me into him, and Rocco broke his embrace. Luigi sucked on my other breast. Talking dirty between tongue-lashings, he growled, “Don’t forget. You’ll do as we say.”

Squeezing my legs tight, I grinned, feeling the girth of him swell inside me.

“Rocco, I think putting Jemma on top was a bad idea.”

I frowned.

“Shall we stand?” Rocco asked.

Before I could argue, they both rose to their feet, holding on to me. Luigi was still planted firmly between my legs with Rocco in my rear.

They lowered my body down.

“Now you’re in our hands.”

“
Sì
, your little fuck toy,” I joked.

“No. Our future wife,” Luigi groaned. Unable to resist, his hips thrust against Rocco’s as they penetrated deeper inside me.

“That’s it, boys. Fuck me. Come on, now!” I cried out.

Rocco’s cock jetted in and out of my behind. So tight. So filling.

Oh. God.
I held on for dear life.

“I love you, Jemma,” Luigi said huskily in my ear, facing me, drilling into me.

“I do, too,” I replied.

He thrust in deeper.

As my breath hitched, my body was like hot lava pouring down the side of an active volcano.

“I need to hear you say it,” he demanded.

Gazing up at him, I saw the need in his eyes. Not for sex, but love. “I love you, too,
amore
. I always have. Always will.” I leaned my body into his and pulled myself up by his shoulders. Turning my head away, I didn’t want him to see the happy tears. They were so unexpected.

Rocco could tell I was overwhelmed, and his pace had slowed down a bit. His butt-fucking wasn’t as fast as it was when we’d first started.

“I’m going to come,” Luigi said and bit onto my earlobe.

“Me, too,” I wailed.

“You better hang on.” Luigi groaned and jerked his pelvis forward, faster, harder.

The pleasure. The ecstasy.

“Oh. My. God.” My upper lip quivered as my toes curled.

“
Sì
. Fuuuck.
Sì
!” Erupting inside me, his hot seed packed firmly as I rode my wave of bliss.

He kept thrusting inside me, even after he’d come. Watching me. My joy. My love.

As the orgasm ended, I clenched my cunt muscles tight, milking every last drop.

Body glistening, pure muscle, Rocco pulled out from my behind and went to rest on the sofa, saying, “My turn.”

Luigi lowered me onto him.

“I thought you didn’t like me on top,” I said.

“You’re always on top with me,” he replied and pulled my wet body against his. His cock, thick and long, slid into me tightly.

I grinded on him for a bit, getting comfortable, rotating my hips clockwise.

His eyes, vivid brown, flashed back at me.

Just when I didn’t think I could take any more of him, that he was all the way inside me, he had to be, I slowly rotated my hips in the opposite direction—counterclockwise. Aroused like never before. “I’m so hungry for you,
bello
,” I murmured and started to ride him.

“So
bueno
. I love this.” His upward thrusts quickened in speed and shortened in depth. His face buried between my breasts, his tongue explored the rosy peaks of my flesh as they grew to pebble hardness.

“
Ti amo
,” I said, feeling a magnificent fire between my legs.

Another orgasm crashed over me.

My boyfriends always made me climax in multiples.

The pleasure was pure and explosive. Images from a few years ago of us at the
Festa del Redentor
e in Venice played in my mind.
Such naughty memories.
We’d made love all night on the pontoon bridge. That night, the fireworks illuminated the Mediterranean sky. Much like how my orgasm had just lit up inside of me.

“I love you more,” he said.

Lip to lip, tongue to tongue, we kissed intensely for a minute or two. He cried out in pleasure when he came inside me.

After the orgasm we rested above all the pillows, satin fabric clinging to our wet skin.

The prisms above us camouflaged the room with rays of light.

I wondered if my tears of happiness showed. I felt so at home with my boys.

This is my piece of heaven in my sky.

Will tomorrow’s sunshine feel as warm as I do inside right now?

A sensation of love wrapped around me, around us. I was cocooned in the feeling of affection and belonging to them both.

Their skin. My love for them. Like liquid. I wanted to drink it. Pouring down like rain. Like fine wine, I could get drunk on my love for them. I wanted to bathe in it. Let it flow through my veins. There was no substitute for my love for them. No fashion line I could create would ever surpass the sense of completion to be with them, and I’d jumped through many of life’s hoops and obstacles to be there.

Whether I liked it or not, I’d already changed my life for them. Why had I even resisted? Probably the fear of trading in my fame and fortunes for love. Before Luigi and Rocco came into my life, my days had been spent so selfishly.

Silly, actually.

I’d had so many lovers over the years. Some greedy, others just too needy. None like Luigi and Rocco. Ever! With the fortunes life had brought me, I could buy anything I wanted. Regardless, no one would ever bring me love like those two men.

My chin rested against Luigi’s ripped chest, gazing up at his face. I could see the pain I’d caused him over the year. The anger and hurt he’d accumulated in recent weeks, since our last vacation. Fine lines had set deeply around his eyes ever since I’d rejected their marriage proposal.

“I’m sorry to both of you for everything,” I muttered, frustrated with myself. “I wish I could take back our last holiday and start over.”

“Don’t apologize,
dolce
.” A cry broke from Rocco’s lips. “Just do what your heart desires.”

“How? I don’t even know where to begin with you two. Or how to make it up to you both.” Tears streaked my face. “I’ve been so selfish. This feels so good right now. How could I have ever turned my back on this? On us? I can’t believe I shut down like that.”

Luigi’s face came up to mine. “Just love us.” Our lips touched, and his tongue warmed my cold mouth. After we kissed, I rested on him. Massive. I could spend all night on top of him.

Staring up at the lights which danced rainbows on the wall, I played the question I’d been dreading to ask for months in my head. The question no breast cancer survivor wants to ask. The question every breast cancer survivor thinks about. It was what had gnawed away at my self-confidence throughout the past year. I’d tucked it away for so long but that, in the dark, covered in their love, I had to know. I counted back from five, four, three, two, one, and blurted, “What if I get sick again?”