by K. A. Berg
Matteo’s body shifted and then there was a soft beep followed by a click and I knew he had just slipped the keycard into the slot on the door.
Having my sight taken from me enhanced all my other senses. The sounds of our footsteps on the carpet echoed like claps of thunder. The inhale and exhale count ramped up with the third person in the vicinity. The air was thick with lust. My body temperature rose with the extra burst of pheromones and adrenaline.
Someone came to a stop behind me, warming my exposed back. “You look so sexy,” Matteo told me before placing a kiss on my neck. “Doesn’t she look sexy?”
Something cracked open inside me at his acknowledgment of the other person in the room. A heady bout of arousal mixed with hunger surged through me, swirling like a tropical storm in my lower belly.
The other man mumbled a quiet, “Uh-huh,” before the tips of slightly calloused fingers ran down my left forearm as slightly softer fingertips ran down my right one.
Goose bumps danced across both arms and shimmied down my back.
The strap of my dress was slid down one arm and then the other strap followed.
We were jumping right in.
The bodice of the dress sat at my waist; my breasts exposed to the too-cool air of the room.
The other man hummed a pleased tune as Matteo wrapped his arms around me and cupped my heavy breasts before lifting them to our friend.
An offering, if you will.
“She loves when you play with them,” he told the man, who wasted no time pulling one of my nipples into his mouth. The difference in his touch versus Matt’s was there. He was a bit hesitant, not as steadfast but also eager and greedy as his fingers dug into my hips.
His fingers relaxed quickly, and he began running them up and down my side and along the skin just under where my dress had settled. “Take it off,” Matteo ordered him. I missed the warmth of his mouth as the other man pulled away. Matteo’s hands left my breasts and guided my chin back toward him so he could capture my lips with his. My dress slipped down my legs, and the material caressed my skin all the way until it laid soft around my ankles.
One at a time, the man lifted each of my high-heeled feet, and my dress was no more. Pads of his fingers trailed up the outside of my legs as Matteo deepened the kiss, silently asserting his dominance in the situation. The other man was touching me, but Matteo was consuming me.
Matteo broke the kiss, leaving me dizzy and breathless. “Lean your head back on my shoulder.”
I complied with zero hesitation.
A few moments later, sensation overloaded my body. My skin was hot and cold as two sets of lips kissed me, and two sets of hands touched me. Matteo’s touch was easily identifiable because of his position behind me and by how it seemed to direct the other.
The man’s fingers toyed with my nipples while Matteo’s touch drifted lower. His expert finger slid right between my folds. Back and forth.
“You’re so wet, my love,” he cooed in my ear as the other man’s mouth returned to my breasts. “You feel like fire. Do you like all this raw male attention focused solely on you? Do you like making our dicks hard with your little moans and the smell of your arousal?”
I whimpered as he pinched my clit. “You’re very swollen, darling.”
When Matteo stepped back and the other man followed suit, I almost stumbled at the sudden lack of sensation. Being left to stand in the middle of a strange room, naked save for my garters, a pair of heels and a blindfold while two men watched me, was a feeling I wanted to cling to.
I tracked their movements, listening to the different sounds coming from different areas of the room, but it was nothing I could make heads or tails of.
“Open.” Matteo’s command was followed by immediate compliance. Something metal sat at my lips, but I couldn’t make out what it was until it was pushed fully into my mouth. It was the shape of a butt plug. “Suck.”
The lust-thick, one-word orders fanned the flames flickering in my core. Matteo had an extra bite to his voice, and I couldn’t help but believe that he liked asserting himself over me in front of our guest. Matteo wasn’t very alpha, and he was on board with this threesome, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have the baser, carnal need to mark his territory.
God, it was so damn sexy.
“Do you know what this is, love?”
I nodded.
“What is it?” he asked as he pulled it back.
I licked my lips. “A butt plug.”
“Very good.” Matteo’s voice was rich and full of deviant intent. “Why did you get it wet?”
The answer was pretty self-explanatory, but I gave it nonetheless. “Because you’re going to put it in me.”
“Why am I putting it in you?”
Ah, I saw where this was going.
“Because there is going to be a cock in it soon.”
I heard the groan in Matteo’s voice. He had become a big fan of anal sex since we started to expand our horizons. We’d had it a few times over the last month, and Matteo was like a barely controlled madman every time he slipped his dick into that back entrance.
“Where else is there going to be a cock, love?”
I shivered just thinking about it. “In my pussy.”
A hot, wet tongue licked up the side of my neck to my ear. “That’s right. My dirty girl gets two cocks today. You’re going to be so full you won’t be able to move. You’re just going to lay there while we fill you over and over until you cream all over both our dicks. Isn’t that right, love?”
“Shit,” the other man cursed under his breath. If dirty talking your wife were an Olympic sport, Matteo would be going for gold. He was pulling out all the stops.
“Matt . . .” I whimpered—or begged, which seemed more apropos.
Fingers tickled the top of my slit before gliding through it. “You need it bad, don’t you, Natalie?”
I had no shame. “God, yes, please.”
My lower lips were spread, and a tongue teased my nub. A myriad of sensations pulled at me. Being held open allowed the chilled air to mix with the heat of his mouth and the two temperatures battled each other with each lick.
The other man’s mouth left my aching core, only to be replaced with the coolness of the metal of the plug at my entrance. My body was overly ready to reap the first of its rewards. The plug slid easily into me, feeling colder than I’d expected considering it had just been in my mouth. Matteo glided the plug in and out of my pussy. I could only imagine how shiny it was with all the evidence of my excitement.
“Ready?” Matteo asked as he positioned the tip at my butt.
I was so ready. “Yes.”
The man, who I could still feel kneeling in front of me, tossed my leg over his shoulder, supporting me as the sting of the plug zipped through me. “Mmm.” I moaned as the wide part stretched me to a sweet burn. The man’s tongue was at my clit again. He was masterful as he circled it. Clearly, the man knew how to work his way around a pussy.
My core clenched.
“Don’t you dare come yet, love,” Matteo demanded, pulling his hand from my lips to pinch my nipple just hard enough to draw me from the edge. As soon as the plug was seated inside me, two of Matteo’s fingers found their way into my other hole. “I need to feel your pussy gush with the first. It’s going to be a big one, isn’t it? I can feel it. You’re so fucking swollen, love.” He wiggled his fingers. “These barely fit in here. How are you going to fit two cocks, sweetheart?”
The vibration from the man’s mouth tipped the scales, and I was dangling at the edge, waiting to be thrown over into a free fall of bliss. Matt kept talking—more dirty words most likely, but I couldn’t make any sense of them. All I could focus on was the impending orgasm. Only the first of many that would ravage my body before I couldn’t take anymore.
I crashed around Matteo’s fingers. The other man’s tongue lapped and until there wasn’t any more to lap. As he stood and my body slumped back into Matteo, I contemplated taking off my mask. I wanted
to know who the man with the talented tongue was.
Chapter Eighteen
Natalie
My fingers unconsciously drifted up to the mask covering my eyes.
“Are you sure?” Matteo asked. “We still have some much left to do.”
He was right. Even though I really wanted to know who else was here, I was also sure I didn’t want to know yet. I didn’t want to run the risk of messing up this cocktail of excellence. There was the perfect amount of mystery and comfort and lust.
I dropped my hand, and Matteo kissed my mouth. His fingers gripped my chin and guided my jaw to the side. A set of hot lips met mine, and the taste of my own arousal filled my mouth. “Do you taste good from his mouth, love?”
My core spasmed. Whether it was an aftershock or a precursor, I couldn’t tell.
Ripping my lips away from one set, I slammed them onto the other. “Why don’t you tell me?” I panted as I pulled away from Matteo’s mouth long enough to speak.
He groaned and bit my bottom lip. “I need to be in your pussy.”
He stepped away from me, and the sound of rustling clothing filled the room. My body hummed despite the intense release I just had.
A hand slipped into mine. “This way.” Matteo led me to the bed. “Climb up.”
The bedding was soft under my knees as I crept forward. “Don’t go too far.” A hand rested on my hip, holding me at the edge of the bed.
The echo of Matteo spitting into my slit bounced off the walls a second before the head of his cock slipped through it and slid into me. The fullness felt like a prayer I hadn’t prayed being answered.
Matteo moaned, and it sent shivers up my spine.
Soft fingertips skated up the curve of my ass to my hip then across my ribs and down my arm. The bed dipped, and seconds later, our friend knelt in front of me. A hand lifted my chin, and the velvet-smoothness of a cock rubbed over my lips. They parted, and he slipped inside. He was thick and smelled of citrus and sandalwood body wash. He was long and hard and so hot.
Matt’s balls slapped against my clit with each thrust making it throb with need.
Behind me, I felt Matteo’s hunger. His movements were possessive. His grip was punishingly tight. His pace quick, harsh, and deep, and his desire heavy in every one of his exhales. He wanted to come all over me, mark me like he did when we were being watched at the club.
At my head, I felt something different. Something cautious. This man didn’t know me sexually, and I felt the exploration in the way he threaded his fingers in my hair, pushing it off my face. His thigh tightened against my shoulder as his thumb caressed my cheek, and I couldn’t resist moaning.
My orgasm brewed at the rate of an express train. Fast and with force. My fingers itched to rub myself. I needed to touch my clit.
“Do you want to come, Natalie?”
My mouth was filled with cock, so I moaned my plea. Matteo tapped the plug, and it lit me up. The orgasm flooded my core, and release was only a light breeze away. I wanted to beg him to touch my clit, but since I couldn’t speak, I reached down myself.
The barest skim of my finger had me ready to erupt, but Matteo slapped my hand away. “Not yet,” he chided.
I growled at him and was rewarded with a deep groan from the other man.
So, I did it again.
And again.
“Does her mouth feel good?”
“God, yes,” he answered. I recognized his voice but couldn’t concentrate long enough to place it.
His admission combined with Matteo pinching my clit had me coming. There was no stopping it as I moaned and thrashed. I couldn’t hold myself up a second longer. When I opened my mouth to cry out, he pulled himself from me and my upper body dropped to the bed.
“Matteo!”
My husband slowed but didn’t stop, dragging as much as he could from me. My ass tingled. My core clenched. My clit pulsed.
When a finger skirted around the delicate skin of my neck and collarbone, it warred with the demand of the hands gripping my hips.
Then, as the orgasm ebbed, Matteo slipped the plug from my behind.
My heart skipped a beat when I thought about what was next.
The man at my head left the bed, and new sounds entered the room.
The click of something opening.
The squelch of lube being rubbed on a dick.
Fingers were at my butt, which was still high in the air, covering it with a cold liquid.
Hands pulled me from the bed. My feet hit the floor, and I was guided across the room.
“Ready, love?” Matteo asked, letting me know he was the one acting as my eyes.
Exhilaration careened through my body, and I shuttered. “Yes.”
Hands on my shoulders turned me and guided me back until my legs met what I thought was a sofa or chaise of some kind. Scratchy hair greeted the outside of my calves and thighs. The other man settled his hands on my hips and steadied me, helping Matteo move me over his lap and guided me down.
“Do you feel him?” Matteo asked just before I felt it. The head of his cock prodded my hole. Matt’s voice was calm but thick with desire as his fingers toyed with my overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
My reply was more like a whimper. “Mmm.”
“She’s so tight.” His voice was strained, but I was fairly certain I had identified the person behind me. “It’s incredible.”
I hissed as he pushed in. Matteo rubbed a bit harder. “Relax,” Matteo said kissing the hallow of my neck. I really wanted to see him. I wanted to look into his eyes as we experienced this. So, I ripped the mask off and focused on Matteo’s smile. He captured my lips with his and poured every emotion he felt into this one kiss. It was consuming, breathtaking, and absolutely perfect.
The sensations demanded control, and my eyes rolled back as Adam continued pushing into me. “Does he feel good, love?”
I nodded and moaned simultaneously, making sure to let them both know I knew who he was. “Damn, Adam.”
He froze for a moment, and before I could tell him to keep going, he pulled my hips down hard and seated himself into me fully.
Adam pressed his chest to my back and then shifted so I was lying on top of him—my back to his front and his hard length deep inside me. His hands went to the insides of my thighs, and he guided my legs wider so he could hook his arms under my knees and expose me fully to my husband.
Matteo stepped between them, looking possessed as he gazed down at me, watching as Adam slowly drew out and then pushed back in. I felt like a little lamb being offered up as a sacrifice, but instead of death or dismemberment, I’d be rewarded with pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure.
Matteo licked two fingers and sank them into me. He wasted no time hooking them up seeking his favorite button to push. I knew exactly what he was going to do, and my walls were already starting to clamp down around him. “You know what’s coming, don’t you, darling?”
“Please,” I begged shamelessly.
“Want to see what I can make her do, Adam?” he asked with a smirk. And, shit if that didn’t make this all that much hotter.
Adam’s dick swelled in my ass. His thrusts were easy and short, but when he throbbed like that, it felt like an earthquake. “If you’re going to make her squirt, hell yes, I want to see it.”
“Let’s show him, Natalie,” he coaxed as he added more force into the tips if his fingers. The pressure built, and I squirmed. Matt placed his hand on my lower belly and held me in place. The fingers inside me pressed up. His other hand pressed down. It stung and burned until I felt the burst. Matteo tore his digits from inside me and rubbed feverishly at my clit. Hot liquid sprayed from my body as Matteo smiled victoriously.
Adam groaned in my ear. “That is so damn sexy.”
My body felt like mush as Matteo rested his hard dick at my entrance. “Ready, sweetheart?”
Each and every molecule of Matteo screamed “barely controlled” as his neck muscles corded and teeth gnashed while he p
ushed into me inch my inch. His thumb rubbed at my clit, electrifying the dying spark of my last release. “Let me in, love,” he coached. I was trying, but with my flesh swollen and a dick stretching my ass, there wasn’t much room. Matteo’s thumb swirled, and I moaned. “There you go, sweetheart.”
Matteo pushed forward slowly, not stopping until his pelvis was flush against mine.
The urge to circle my hips took over. I tried to move, but Adam’s hands squeezed my waist, holding me still.
“Don’t, babe,” he murmured in my ear as he caressed my soft skin. “Let us take care of you.”
They moved in tandem. In. Out. In. Out.
I felt full. Consumed. Cherished.
This was everything.
Adam played with my nipples, adding more fuel to the fire, as Matteo’s thumb became firmer. Everything built. Higher and higher. Tighter and tighter. Until it all snapped
My body just went numb with orgasm. It exploded from every corner of my brain. White-hot fire ripped through me wild and reckless like a bullet hitting me from close range.
I cried out Matteo’s name and held on to Adam’s hands, which were still cupping my breasts. My nails dug into his skin as I screamed and cursed. My orgasm became violent. The bullet slashed through everything inside me as the pleasure and burning mixed into one.
Adam cursed first. “Holy shit, I’m not going to last much longer.”
The struggle for control in his voice called to me like it was heroine and I was an addict. I wanted—no, needed him to let it go. “Come in my ass, Adam.”
His fingers grasped my breasts harder. I was definitely leaving with some bruises as souvenirs. His thrusts became frantic as he chased his own release. He gave one final, hard drive, and then pulsed his orgasm into me as his teeth bit, not too savagely, onto my shoulder
Then Matteo was pulling me up to him by my hair. His lips smashed onto mine, and he slammed into me one last time before he pumped me full of his cum. Our mouths never parted as Matteo rode out his orgasm.
Our chests were heaving as we broke apart and my body felt spent.
Matteo laid me back against Adam and then slowly unsheathed himself from my body.