The Guzzi Legacy: Vol 1

by Bethany-Kris

  “Oh.”

  Corrado smiled at Ginevra’s soft reply. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. If most of them aren’t already aware, they suspect, anyway. I am at a point where I don’t say, and they don’t ask. I no longer care what they think though.”

  “Was that another rule?”

  Alessio grinned. “Pardon?”

  “Like the not sleeping with other men thing, or that women were okay as long as one told the other,” Ginevra said. “Was the whole not talking about your relationship another rule?”

  “No, more like an unspoken agreement.”

  Ginevra nodded. “Are there still rules?”

  Alessio tipped his head to the side. “That kind of got blown out of the water when Corrado broke the important one.”

  Yeah.

  Ginevra frowned.

  Corrado sighed. “We handled that, right?”

  “Mostly,” Alessio agreed.

  “Well,” Ginevra said, picking a blue dress from a rack she passed before heading toward the back of the shop, tossing her words over her shoulder, “while I’m here, nobody better be fucking anybody else but the people standing right here. Got it?”

  The heat in her tone couldn’t be missed.

  That possessive glint in her eye?

  Clear as day.

  Corrado appreciated that.

  Alessio chuckled beside him.

  “Yeah, we got it,” Corrado said.

  “Absolutely,” Alessio agreed as Ginevra disappeared into the back hallway where the large changing rooms were situated. “But that means we get what we want, too, right? And when we want it, yeah?”

  Ginevra peeked back around the corner, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. “What does that mean?”

  “How long do we have?” Alessio asked him.

  Corrado glanced over his shoulder, his gaze finding the café across the street where Mandy had gone to be full with people lined up close to the door. “A safe while, I’d say.”

  “Good.”

  “What does that mean?”

  Ginevra’s voice was a little higher, now.

  Anticipation, Corrado thought.

  “You know what it means,” he said.

  She disappeared into the hallway again, and they were quick to chase after the sound of her laughter. Alessio darted past Corrado by jumping over a rack. Not that Corrado minded as Alessio had always had the benefit of speed between them. He could outrun Corrado on his worst days, and that was saying something because he sure as fuck wasn’t slow.

  They turned the back hallway corner into the section of changing rooms in just enough time to see Ginevra drop the dress she had worn out that day to the floor. Then, she slipped into one of the six-by-six changing rooms with a wink over her shoulder, and that fucking blue dress from the wall in her hands.

  “Too slow,” she called out.

  Corrado made a thick noise in the back of his throat. Alessio, at his side, tipped his head to the side with a cunning smile growing.

  “She thinks we’re teasing her, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes,” Corrado murmured.

  “She doesn’t think we’re at all serious, huh?”

  “Nope.”

  Alessio laughed darkly, a sound that had Corrado’s cock perking, and his chest tightening in the best fucking way. “She’s in for a surprise.”

  Fuck yeah.

  “I’m gonna need someone to help me zip the back of this up,” Ginevra said, her words muffled behind the door. She didn’t seem to have heard them—good. “But just a second, I might be able to do it myself.”

  “You got it,” Corrado replied, his gaze settling on Alessio at his left.

  “I want that woman between us,” Alessio said under his breath.

  “Here isn’t the best place for that, Les.”

  “I know, but it needs to happen soon.”

  Corrado agreed.

  Entirely.

  “But that doesn’t mean we can’t show her a little,” Alessio said, looking Corrado’s way. “Just a little, yeah?”

  God.

  Corrado nodded. “A little, then.”

  “See what happens, yeah?”

  A groan fell out of Corrado’s throat without his permission. “Killing me.”

  “Not quite,” Alessio returned, winking.

  Prick.

  He knew his words turned Corrado on as much as they would Ginevra. That was, if she could hear them.

  “Okay,” Ginevra called out, the door to the changing room door opening. “I got it.”

  Alessio drifted past Corrado, but he was right behind him. Ginevra’s sweet gasp rang out when Alessio slipped into the changing room before she could even come out. By the time he got past the door, Alessio already had Ginevra backed against the wall. Corrado took a second to take in that sight—oh, he’d seen it a couple of times over the last two weeks ... they tempted and loved her as much as she wanted, and yet, it still stunned him.

  The way Alessio handled her.

  How he kissed her.

  The way the man just seemed like he couldn’t get enough, and God knew Corrado understood that far too well where Ginevra was concerned. Everything about her, from the way her skin heated under their hands, to the way she sounded, and even the sensitivity of her skin was addicting.

  And that was before he mentioned how he ached to fuck her, or to get her flavor coating his tongue while she shook and called out his name.

  Or Alessio’s.

  Fuck.

  “Yes, then?” Alessio asked. “Tell me yes, and we’ll make it so fucking good, Ginny.”

  Corrado moved in beside them to tilt Alessio’s head back by tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of the man’s neck. His lips crashed down on Alessio’s, tongue slashing against his that was already waiting to war in their familiar way. He reached for Ginevra, his fingers drifting down the fabric of the dress covering her chest, hearing her soft whimper.

  Something about that did it for her.

  He learned that, too, over these weeks. They could find her soaking fucking wet after she watched them do anything—fuck, kiss, touch. It didn’t matter, for her it was hot as hell, and he fucking loved that.

  Les, too.

  Alessio’s teeth caught Corrado’s lower lip as he moved to pull back, that sting hardening his cock to a painful point as Ginevra whispered, “Yes.”

  The stormy blue of Alessio’s gaze locked on his for a brief second, he took that connection for what it was, those silent promises of yours is coming too.

  He wanted that.

  As much as he wanted Ginevra.

  But her first.

  Alessio kneeled down, his hands shoving the blue satin of Ginevra’s dress higher as Corrado focused on her lips, and getting her kiss, too. The shuffle of fabric, thin lace being yanked away, sounded over her hard breaths. She shifted against Corrado’s side, and how he was leaning over her, her legs widening for Alessio down below. He knew the second Alessio had his face buried between Ginevra’s thighs, because even if the man’s hard moan wouldn’t have been enough to tell him he found heaven, the broken cry Ginevra echoed against his kiss would have done it.

  Shivers raced through her body. His hands chased after them, yanking the straps of that dress down her arms, and past her chest, making her lace-covered tits spill out to his waiting palms. He dragged those lace cups down, too, still lashing his tongue against hers as she whined into his kiss.

  Corrado pulled back, thumbs tweaking her nipples as he peered down. Alessio stared up, their eyes locking again as he worked between her thighs, his tongue beating a fast rhythm against her clit as the sounds of his fingers sinking into her wet pussy filled the surrounding space.

  “Come, and he’ll fill you,” Corrado told her. “Stretch you out nice, Ginny, while I get a taste of you both, and show you how good it will be when we’re both filling you full, kitten.”

  “Oh, my God,” she breathed.

  “That works, too.”

  She ch
oked on her next cry.

  Corrado watched as Alessio bared his teeth, giving him a silent warning, not that he needed it. He could sense how close Ginevra was to coming, and the right move on Alessio’s part would throw her right over the edge. All it took was the scrape of Alessio’s teeth against the hood of her clit before he sucked it between his lips, and she flew.

  His hands ghosted up from her chest, her racing heat thrumming into her throat, as his fingers wrapped around the column of her neck. He took in all those sounds of hers with kisses dotting across her trembling lips, over her jaw, and back to her mouth again.

  “I ... I ...” Ginevra couldn’t get words out, the air of her voice pulsing along Corrado’s mouth as she tried. “Please.”

  “Easy, easy, breathe,” Alessio murmured as he lifted, and Corrado moved aside for him. “Fuck, doesn’t she look good like that?”

  “She does,” Corrado agreed. “So fucking good, Les.”

  “You hear that, Ginny? How much we love watching you come for us, huh?”

  Her darkened brown eyes, hooded with lust, focused in on Alessio. His hands were already working to undo his pants, and shuffle them down. He took the condom Corrado handed over as he held out two fingers to Corrado, wet with Ginevra. Fucking hell. Corrado took that offering happily, getting her hot and tart arousal on his tongue as he watched Alessio give Ginevra a taste with a kiss.

  Alessio took his hand back, but only to get his cock sheathed in latex. Ginevra, though, reached for Corrado with one hand, and Alessio with the other. Her fingers drifted through his hair, fingernails dragging over his scalp to pull him in for a burning kiss while she laid her palm flat against Alessio’s chest.

  What came next was fast—a blur to Corrado’s eye because he felt like they moved out of need, and nothing more. In a blink, Alessio had pulled Ginevra away from the wall, and Corrado’s hands skipped up her back as he followed behind, making sure she didn’t fall from the rushed movements.

  She sat down in Alessio’s lap when he fell onto the plush white leather chair in the corner facing the mirror.

  “You got a nice fucking view,” Corrado said as he keeled down behind Ginevra, between Alessio’s widened stance, his hands palming her ass. “You can watch it all, Les.”

  “And you,” his lover murmured.

  Yeah.

  Corrado did. The perfect view of Ginevra’s wet, pink cunt hovering above Alessio’s cock. He got his fingers wet with her arousal, letting the digits slide through the lips of her sex, and teasing the entrance of her slit before sliding further back.

  Alessio wasn’t the only one who liked to watch.

  “Now,” Ginevra said, her body vibrating. “Fuck me now.”

  “Whatever you want, kitten.”

  Corrado pressed a single finger into the tight ring of Ginevra’s ass as Alessio brought her down on his cock. Her loud cry echoed, but Corrado focused, now. Watching the way Alessio’s cock slid in and out of Ginevra’s pussy, stretching those sensitive tissues of hers open as his dick came out coated in her with each thrust.

  And then his fingers.

  One, at first, working her ass. And then a second, making her feel a little more full. He went slow, using her body’s natural cues and the wetness he’d been able to gather from her sex to make it easy. He didn’t want it to hurt.

  Sex shouldn’t hurt.

  Not unless someone wanted it to.

  “Like this, Ginny,” Corrado murmured, his tongue sliding along the curve of her ass as he spoke. Her noises climbed higher as Alessio continued pulling her up and down on him with a brutal pace, something he loved. Sex was always better for Alessio when he could let go of his control. “It’s going to be like this when we’re both fucking you—but better. You’ll be so full, kitten, too fucking full. And then it will drive you crazy, make you fucking high, baby. Imagine, huh?”

  “God,” she whimpered.

  Alessio chuckled, and Corrado peered up to see him pull her in for a deep kiss. At the same time, he added a third finger, and let his teeth drag against the curve of her supple ass. She tensed, just a split second, before a low moan crawled out of her throat.

  So raw.

  And loud.

  Jesus.

  “It’ll ache so goddamn deep,” Alessio told her. “But it’ll be so fucking good, too. Do you want that—both of us fucking you?”

  “I do.”

  “Oh, you’ll get that.” Even Corrado heard the promise in Alessio’s tone—soon was coming far sooner than Ginevra thought. If they got this woman through dinner tonight before they said fuck it and took her home to bed, it would be a fucking miracle. “Are you going to come like this?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Give it to us, then. Give it.”

  It took Corrado widening his fingers on the withdraw, and Alessio pulling her in for another kiss before Ginevra fell over that cliff into her second orgasm. She stilled on Alessio, sitting down on him entirely as her shoulders shook violently.

  Corrado took that chance to lean in, his lips finding the base of Alessio’s cock where the condom didn’t quite reach all the way down, but where Ginevra was still stretched around him. Her pussy, and his cock against Corrado’s mouth, their tastes blooming across his tongue, was enough to make him think he was about to blow.

  “Shit,” Alessio muttered.

  A familiar pulse thudded in the base of Alessio’s cock, and the way Ginevra’s muscles at the same time around him, her sex still flexing from the remnants of her orgasm.

  Alessio’s next words came out in a groan, his hands slipping down around Ginevra’s ass to widen her for Corrado as he licked them both again. “Holy fuck, Corrado, you made me—”

  He pulled back, grinning as he countered, “Come, yeah.”

  Ginevra’s voice was airless as she whispered, “Did we even have time to do this?”

  “Oh, we had time—still do,” Alessio replied.

  “Still?”

  His gaze darted to Corrado as he stood, and then drifted lower to the outline of his erection pressing against the leg of his pants, the lower portion of the zipper biting into him. “Yeah, Ginny, now we get to see how much Corrado can take.”

  She peeked back at him, a demure smile playing at the edges of her lips. “We do.”

  Fuck, yeah.

  Corrado was up for that.

  18.

  Alessio

  The thing Alessio wanted to be doing?

  Well, it certainly wasn’t what he was doing.

  “You’re quiet down there,” Cara said, drawing Alessio out of his thoughts.

  The loud chatter at the table continued like she hadn’t called him out on the fact he wasn’t feeling the conversation tonight. To his benefit, Alessio turned his attention away from Corrado and Ginevra sitting across from him. He wanted to be over there—or rather, get both home, and in his bed.

  That’s what he wanted.

  Instead, he smiled at Cara, tipping his wine glass up for a quick drink. “Things on my mind, that’s all.”

  Corrado’s mother returned his smile, her gaze drifting across the table from where he was sitting to the other two, but came back to him. “So, what you’re saying is I should thank you for making time to leave the penthouse for us, hmm?”

  Alessio laughed. “Anything for you.”

  He loved Corrado’s mother. There was something warm and inviting about the woman. She comforted without trying at all, and he never felt unwelcome here. And, through watching her with her small army of sons, he had learned how a mother should love their children. He respected her for that, more than anything else.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re all getting it figured out,” Cara said, winking.

  Alessio shrugged. “Getting there.”

  “Figuring out what, now?”

  Corrado’s voice drew Alessio’s attention back across the table. He would have sat over there, on the other side of Ginevra, but he didn’t trust his control to do that right now. Corrado had a far b
etter handle on his needs and keeping them tampered down until it was an appropriate time.

  No doubt, his hand was on Ginevra’s thigh under the table. He’d have the soft skin of her thigh against his palm, warm and shivering. Despite having ate dinner here, he bet Corrado could still taste the woman on his tongue, too, because Alessio sure as hell could.

  And he wanted more.

  If he was over there, like Corrado, they would have already left. So, he took the seat across from them, and settled himself with his fucking imagination. Which frankly, was just about as bad as having them.

  Alessio shifted in his seat, ignoring a raging erection because now was not the goddamn time, and his body didn’t care.

  “Figuring out what?” Corrado asked again, grinning.

  Alessio gave him a look as Ginevra turned into the conversation, her conversation with Bene over. He gestured between them with a flick of his wrist. “This.”

  He wondered how Corrado would take him outright saying that at his family’s dinner table. Sure, they’d come here a lot over the years. Both had sat at this table, ate meals with his parents and siblings, and were together through it all. Yet, never once had they said those words.

  Oh, sure, he told Corrado’s father when Gian asked.

  That wasn’t the same.

  Corrado nodded, unbothered at the silence stretching over the table, and glanced his mother’s way. “Yeah, that’s about right.”

  “How?”

  Both Alessio and Corrado’s attention snapped to the youngest of the second set of Guzzi twins. Bene, who Ginevra had just been conversing with moments ago. At the lift of Corrado’s brow, a silent order for his brother to clarify, Bene did just that.

  “How does that work?” he asked.

  Corrado cleared his throat. “Bene.”

  The warning was clear.

  Don’t ask.

  “I get how that works,” Bene muttered, “I’m not a fucking idiot, Corrado.”

  “Then don’t ask.”

  Bene looked only to Ginevra. “No, how does that work? Because Corrado was like a sixteen-year-old girl with her heartbroken throughout high school—in a fucking mood, and you just wanted to punch him in the throat and tell him to suck it up. And Les? Yeah, in case you didn’t get the memo, he’s a fucking asshole on his good days, too. How does she put up with it all the time? Because I had to live with one for a long while, and that was enough for me.”