ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  She smiled as her own private gladiator surged forward with strong, purposeful steps; acting every inch the role of the brave, timeless warrior coming home to claim his lady.

  Naomi offered no resistance as an impassioned Angelo swept her up into two strong arms; claiming her lips in a heated kiss as their bodies pressed together in a sinful clench.

  His full, moist lips massaged hers as their tongues entangled between them, his mouth plying hers with intense kisses as his gentle, sturdy hands rubbed and massaged the skin of her exposed back. Leaning full into Angelo’s kiss, Naomi ran her own famished hands down the surface of his muscular torso; stroking his rock hard pecs and tickling his sculpted abs with adoring motions as she devoured his sensual lips.

  Their imposing public surroundings dissolved around them as she seemed to lose herself in all things Angelo; relishing the taste of his sumptuous thick lips and the feel of his fingers against her bare skin—also losing herself in his citrus tinged scent and feeling the light sweep of his lustrous hair as it grazed the skin of her broad sturdy shoulders.

  For a time the couple kissed and cuddled, losing themselves in a sweet embrace as their tongues and breaths entangled. She’d never before felt the degree of passion that emanated from the hands, the lips, the body of the ardent Italian; one who clutched her to him as he kissed and massaged her with the utmost tenderness—at the same time pressing his firm muscled body against hers in a bold, purposeful advance.

  “This is insane,” she mused to herself, even as she lost herself in his muscled cocoon and continued to kiss him senseless. “I barely know this man and we can hardly communicate. Ah, but I guess what I’ve always heard about the universal language is all too true….”

  “Dio mio!”

  Naomi wished fervent that it was her lover that made this pointed exclamation of “My God!” in Italian; somehow, though, she realized that the low, gruff growl emanating from her side did not belong to Angelo.

  Tearing herself away from the man whose presence and affections threatened to overwhelm her, Naomi raised her head to behold a group of subdued elderly folks who between them seemed to constitute a tour group; a group led by a distinguished silver haired gentleman who fixed her with a condemning glare.

  “Um, mi dispiace,” she muttered, just barely remembering the Italian phrase for “I’m sorry” as her cheeks flushed bright red. “We’ll be going now. Arrivederci, big time!”

  The next few days passed in a lovely haze for Naomi, who met her handsome new companion each day following his photo shoots; taking in the sights of Italy by the side of one who she figured had to qualify as its kindest, most beautiful resident.

  Taking full advantage of their Eurail passes, the couple journeyed to Florence to behold the spectacle of Michelangelo’s David; and while Naomi cherished the vision of this timeless artwork, the most distinguished male nude statue in world history, she told Angelo that “the stone dude was just ‘meh’ in comparison to him.” This compliment earned her yet another devastating kiss; thus proving to her the old world adage that ‘flattery pays’ (Or was that courtesy? Ah, well….). The next day they witnessed the majestic stateliness of the Dolomites; the thusly called Rose-Tinted Mountains that rose high and mighty in the Italian sky.

  That afternoon they visited an Italian landmark that was far smaller in scope; a lovely collection of scale models called Italia in Miniatura. The couple laughed and marveled over the miniaturized versions of classic Italian landmarks; snapping each other’s photos as they posed dramatically before the scaled likenesses of the Coliseum and other Italian monuments.

  “No disrespect intended, of course, but throw in a couple of putters and some balls and this would make an awesome miniature golf course,” she told Angelo in broken Italian as he roared with laughter in response. “Of course, this attraction features accurate models of the Coliseum, the Santa Maria del Fiore Basilica in Florence and Brunelleschi’s Dome. Back home at Mighty Minnie’s Miniature Golf, we had windmills, tin can formations and makeshift crocodiles with gaping mouths. You know, whatever works.”

  As they toured these sights side by side, the couple often walked with hands and gazes joined; stopping with increasing frequency to kiss, laugh together, and even converse—in their own special blended language that they often called ‘Inglish’ or ‘Entalian.’

  One day the couple journeyed together to the nature borne paradise known as Circeo National Park; a veritable fertile wonderland of sparkling lakes, exotic coastal dunes, towering mountains and endless greenspaces.

  Settling down in one of these emerald grassed knolls, the couple spread out a red and white checked picnic blanket and emptied the wicker basket they’d brought with them for a romantic noontime picnic.

  As they enjoyed scrumptious servings of Italian wedding soup, Chicken Marsala, Italian style bread and love cake, washing it down with hearty sips of sumptuous Amarone wine, the couple basked in the heat of the Italian sun and clasped hands between them.

  Angelo surprised his lunch date with an ebullient floral gift: a bouquet of native Italian blooms that included the delicate Florentine Iris and the scarlet hued Tuscany poppies, intermingled with radiant blooms of fresh Italian lavender.

  “Bella!” she praised her lover, leaning across their picnic blanket to sear his full, wet lips with the hottest, sweetest of kisses. “Bellissimo!”

  Angelo shook his head.

  “Nah,” he countered, adding as he moved closer to her on the surface of the blanket, “Naomi es bellissimo—so bellissimo. Voglio fare l’amore con te.”

  He said these last words in a sultry heated tone that sent tingles down her spine; also sending her scurrying to her knapsack, fishing for her English/Italian translation guide with feverish fingers.

  “Whatever you just said, it sounded beautiful,” she mused, adding as she flipped through the pages of her weathered guide, “Now I just have to figure out the message you were trying to relay.”

  Moments later she took in her breath as she discovered the mystery phrase; speaking aloud as she translated, “I want to make love to you.”

  Dropping the book to the blanket beneath them, Naomi lifted her head to behold a man who now regarded her with passion narrowed eyes, searing her with a gaze of narrow eyed seduction as he crooked his agile finger in her direction.

  “Si,” she breathed, finally surrendering herself to the lure and temptation that had seized her since the moment they met.

  Moments later she reclined on her back and stared upward at the gem blue sky; the sun warming her as her ardent young lover set her afire.

  Kneeling reverent at her feet, Angelo freed her feet from its confining sandals and rubbed their tired pads; suckling her toes before kissing and licking his way up her sturdy legs as he stole beneath the folds of her soft denim skirt.

  Soon finding himself at the juncture of her buxom thighs, Angelo let loose with a lustful growl as he grasped the border of her cotton panties between gleaming white teeth and dragged them downward; soon tossing them in a cloudy mass onto their blanket before returning in full to the source of her pleasure.

  Licking open her feminine folds, Angelo moaned low in his throat as he graced his lover with an intimate kiss; fixing his soft, moist lips around her throbbing clit to suckle and lave her.

  Leaning his head inward, the Italian lover continued to kiss and lick her famished nub as his attentive hands massaged her full thighs; all the while whispering accented intimacies that served to enhance her arousal.

  Shifting his golden head back and forth to intensify the sensation, Angelo sealed his sumptuous mouth around her clit as the strands of his long, silky hair teased her sensitive skin.

  Throwing her head back, Naomi bit her lip hard as ecstasy overcame her, waves of pleasurable sensation running wild through her body as Angelo raised his sturdy hands to rub and caress her breasts.

  She covered his hands with hers as, with a last resounding lick, he sent her hurdling across the bounds of an
incredible, deep felt orgasm.

  Naomi cried out with pleasure as currents of electric passion coursed her body from head to toe; both fulfilling and invigorating her as she collapsed fulfilled in the softness of the blanket beneath her.

  And still she wanted more, holding her arms open to welcome the lover who now crawled like a cat up the length of her body.

  “Naomi, mi bella,” he whispered in her ear, sweeping her up in two strong arms and pulling her closer than close.

  Stripping each other’s clothes off with feverish moves, the couple’s arms and legs soon entangled as their lips collided in a passionate kiss.

  Soon their fingers and tongues also entwined as their lips smacked together; an enraptured Naomi running her hands across his flawless pecs and down the length of his washboard abs, wondering at his utter perfection as their bodies merged in a timeless embrace.

  Her breasts crushed his massive chest moments later, as their hips merged and swayed together in the form of an erotic dance; one that brought Angelo’s long shaft to full attention as it teased her wet femininity.

  Gyrating against her, Angelo ran his soothing hands down the length of her sturdy back; plying her lips with the softest kisses even as his reverberating member teased and pressed against her feminine mound.

  Running her own adoring fingers through the strands of his long, silky dark hair, Naomi next ran her fire red fingernails down the plane of his sculpted back; hoisting her hips against his and spreading her fleshy thighs to invite him inward.

  Throwing his head back to release an animal howl that bespoke his carnal arousal, her lover swept her up in his arms and thrust himself against her; erasing all distance between them as she wrapped her arms around his sculpted shoulders and her legs around his hard, trim waist.

  Bowing his perfect head to her buxom, voluptuous breasts, kissing her skin and licking her nipples as she hissed outright in response.

  Taking this as a cue, her lover consumed her in an endless embrace as he fully and finally joined them as one; gliding his long, hard shaft into the depths of her soaking wet pussy.

  Their hips claimed an immediate rhythm as he probed and penetrated her, delving deeper into her as she writhed beneath him in the sublime softness of their trysting spot.

  Rolling free across the length of the blanket, the couple kissed with deep passion as he rubbed and massaged her shoulders; smiling against her lips as she reached downward to lay a playful slap on his hard derriere.

  “Caro,” he whispered, breathing the Italian word for darling as she growled her pleasure.

  Finally and with a long last stroke, his rock hard shaft exploded within her as they lost themselves in passion.

  The couple sealed their encounter with a binding kiss as their bodies reverberated in the powerful force of an incredible mutual climax, one that claimed and consumed them as they purred and screamed their pleasure.

  Moments later the couple collapsed exhausted in one another’s arms; falling forth into a tender embrace as they struggled to catch their breath.

  Given their language barrier, neither seemed to know just what to say at this moment; instead opting to kiss and caress as their gazes locked and held.

  Finally the couple said the words that lurked deep in their minds; and although their phrasings differed in content, the meaning remained the same.

  “Ti amo,” Angelo whispered to Naomi.

  “I love you,” Naomi whispered to Angelo.

  Chapter Five

  These words were spoken many more times throughout the course of the week, as Naomi and Angelo continued to spend every free moment in one another’s company.

  The hours seemed to pass like moments as each day became an adventure—and each night passed in a haze of ecstasy that fulfilled their deepest fantasies and challenged them to conjure new ones.

  Naomi dreaded with all her heart the day the dream would end; the day that she’d have to leave her magic dream life and return to the everyday routine of life and work in the states.

  “Hey, I love my job and my apartment,” she pondered, adding with a shrug, “It just seems like, since the day I met Angelo, everything just seems to be brighter and livelier. I’m living life in color now—and the color is bellissimo.”

  All too soon she woke up to experience the last full day of her trip; a date that she and Angelo had set aside to visit Venice, the city on and of the water.

  Since the time of her childhood Naomi had coveted a visit to this lagoon city, an exquisite paradise of endless waterways and artistically designed structures that drew numerous visitors from around the world.

  After years of dreaming of and envisioning her journey to Venice, Naomi now found herself dreading the day that she’d make this trip; as it also signified the final day that she would spend in Angelo’s arms.

  “During the past few days I’ve kept telling myself that every time we kiss, every time we make love should be the last,” she mused now, slipping into a V necked dress of brilliant rose satin she’d purchased from a street merchant the day before. “We’re going to be torn apart eventually, so why prolong a doomed affair?”

  Why indeed? Maybe because it felt too blasted good to stop.

  “And now that we do have to say goodbye, it’s on the day that I’ve anticipated all my life. My day in Venice probably will be spent in tears and the depths of despair—which basically means that love as a whole just really reeks. Completely and totally.”

  Still she applied her signature coat of red lipstick and took leave of her hotel room; determined to make the most of both her last day in the country she loved, and with the man she loved even more.

  After meeting Angelo in the lobby, the silent couple walked hand in hand to the Eurail station; saying little during the five hour trip that would take them to the city of the water.

  As much as she tried to stay positive and upbeat throughout the morning, Naomi didn’t crack her first genuine smile until their arrival in Venice; when her lover surprised her by leading her onboard an elegant, decorative gondola that he himself owned.

  This contoured vessel glowed bronze with gold accents in the light of the morning sun; and as Naomi sank into the cushioned lavender bench that formed its square center, she threw her head back and got her first good look at the marvel that was Venice.

  She and Angelo clutched hands as they shared the vision of sparkling azure waters and gem blue sky; this radiant skyline being graced with the peaks of classically designed structures that included museums, office buildings, and fine Venetian manses.

  Grasping the long row that powered his elaborate boat, Angelo set their vessel in motion; standing tall and proud at the head of the boat, he played the role of capitano as he lead her on a guided tour of the Venetian lagoon - a tour somewhat hindered by the fact that the man barely spoke a word of English. So in lieu of leading a spirited discussion about the businesses and tourist attractions lining and defining the shores of Venice, he instead treated her to a robust, melodic serenade; singing a medley of classic Italian love songs that included O Sole Mio, Volare and That’s Amore.

  “So the dude sings too,” she mused, basking in the robust tones of her lover’s deep bass voice. “Jesus. He’s just too much!”

  Angelo seemed determined to show her just how much more jus moments later, as he steered their gondola down a quiet waterway where few other vessels seemed to travel. Setting aside the row, he turned to her with a devilish grin as he repeated those words that always managed to strike passion in her heart: “Voglio fare l’amore con te.”

  “Oh Angelo,” Naomi breathed, adding with a rare attempt at a girlish giggle, “You’re so romantic, so impulsive…so completely and absolutely insane! What are you doing, trying to seduce me in a public place? I mean, I appreciate the sentiment and everything, but I somehow neglected to put the words ‘Italian jail’ on my master list of things to see and do in this beautiful country of yours.”

  Angelo let loose with a low, sexy chuckle that
sent tremors down her spine.

  “When in Rome, Caro,” he reminded her, making use of an American phrase he’d apparently heard quite often. “When in Rome.”

  With these words he unbuttoned and slowly stripped away the velvety bronze hued jacket he’d worn that day; revealing once again the hard massive chest he knew she couldn’t resist.

  Flexing his pecs and rolling his washboard abs for her approval, he continued his impulsive striptease by peeling off the soft, tight pants that confined his bulging manhood.

  Soon her bronzed lover stood naked and glorious at the head of the boat, striking a pose that harkened the statue David as he flexed every muscle for her pleasure.

  Naomi felt all resistance fall away from her as she opened her arms to him, taking a deep breath as her beautiful lover launched himself into her embrace.

  Soon she found her hungry arms filled with the whole of his chiseled perfection, her fingers rubbing and stroking his sculpted torso as their lips collided in a heated kiss.

  The couple’s mouths and arms merged as one as he rubbed and massaged her back, peeling away the rich rose satin fabric that covered her voluptuous body.

  Soon the couple’s naked bodies tumbled free to the floor of their floating gondola, their arms and legs entangled as her breasts crushed his chest and he continued to kiss her senseless.

  Rolling free across the surface of the carpeted floor that lined the bottom of Angelo’s boat, the couple clutched one another in a passionate embrace as they kissed and cuddled to loving effect.

  Burying his perfect head in her neck, Angelo kissed and licked her tender nape as his rock hard hips pressed against hers, igniting her fire with intense gyrations as she wrapped her arms around his bulging shoulders.

  The smooth rocking motion of the boat beneath them only served to intensify their arousal, driving them deeper into one another’s arms as their hips and thighs locked between them.