Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  Giovanni was even more lucid by then. “Get the fuck out!”

  If it had been anyone other than his brother, it might not have been so bad. I didn’t know how I would ever look at him again. When the door closed, I lay back between Giovanni’s legs, letting his cock fall out of me. Then I put my hands over my face to cover my tears.

  Giovanni laid down on top me and kissed my hands. “I’m sorry, my love. He didn’t know what was going on.”

  I pulled my hands away from my face and looked into his eyes. “That was awful.” I closed my eyes.

  He kissed my lips and put his hand through my hair. “I know.” He kissed my lips a few more times, and then started to kiss my neck. “I love you so much.” The incident must have sobered him up. “I want you so bad now.” He touched my ear, which made me tilt my head back with longing. “Can we try this again?”

  His cock throbbed against my skin, so close to being inside me. He lightly ran his fingertips up my thigh, making me sigh. Then his hand slid under my neck and he ran his fingers through my hair. My eyes rolled back. I was close to breaking. He kissed my mouth deeply over and over as he kept touching me.

  “Please, my love. Say yes,” he begged me.

  His mouth and one of his hands moved lower. Then he held and kissed my breast. He used his tongue to entice an agreement from me. I answered with a moan. Then he moved to the other side and sucked that nipple harder, gently biting. My back arched as I began to crave him terribly again.

  “I wanna make you scream so loud, he gotta cover his ears. Please.”

  I reached between my legs and grabbed a hold of his stiff dick, careful not to pull the condom off. Then I moved my hips and took it into me. “Give me what I need,” I pleaded.

  Giovanni smiled and started to thrust slowly. “How do you want it? Fast, slow, tell me. Please.”

  “Get rough.”

  He smiled again and started to pound me hard. Immediately, I screamed from the rapturous feeling that flooded my body. Then he reached under my shoulders and held on tight. His hips went faster and harder, faster and harder until there was almost no time between blows.

  “You’re mine,” he growled with a look of possession as I clung to him, overwhelmed. “Uh!” He slammed into me violently, drawing a whimper. “Not letting you go!” He grabbed my hands and pushed them into the bed.

  I looked up at him. His eyes glazed over, as if he was in another world. “You OK?” I asked breathlessly.

  “Fine!” He groaned as his hips ground into me, his cock deep inside. Then he squeezed my hands. “This is my pussy.” He withdrew and drove in powerfully, “No one else’s.”

  For a few seconds, I worried he knew what happened in the car. The thought faded as a wave of ecstasy took over. I cried out and threw my head back, not able to move far in that position. With a moan, he drilled into me over and over making the orgasm last. Mindlessly, I gouged his hands with my nails and gasped.

  He grunted again and again while pumping into me with what seemed to be all the force he could muster. He was panting hard across my ear as his fingers gripped mine to the point of numbness.

  Soon, I clung to him again. “Giovanni… Uh, God… Uh… Oh, shit!” My hips pushed against his as my insides trembled, stronger than ever before. Then fluid rushed out of me.

  Giovanni buried his face in my hair as his rhythm eased a bit. “I made you squirt again. That’s so fucking hot.” His hips rammed into me harder, and it happened again. “You only do it when it gets real intense, huh? So glad you wanted this.” He let go of one hand and grabbed my shoulder again.

  I reached up and pulled his hair when his strokes started to get more brutal. Then he shifted his position and pulled my feet up onto his shoulders. He was able to go deeper. I grabbed the sheet on either side of me, unsure if the pace was about to change.

  With a smirk, Giovanni asked, “Ready for more?”

  I nodded; I was unsure, but I wanted to please him. His first stroke was languid, as he looked into my eyes. Then he gripped my legs tighter and rammed into me. My pussy reacted by gripping his cock.

  “That’s it. My pussy likes it, huh?” He did it again, and I cried out his name while ejaculate dripped from me. “No one fucks you like I do.”

  The dominant tone was a bit scary. It was quickly forgotten. His hips started to move in a savage rhythm. Blow after blow, I cried out to him and let out more fluid each time. He gritted his teeth while I tensed within and forced his dick through the narrowed passage over and over.

  It was painful, yet so amazing. “Harder!” I suddenly shouted, immersed in pleasure.

  He hit into me even more brutally. His hips slamming into mine so hard, it sounded more like thuds, than slapping. I felt more pain. The only good pain I ever experienced. Giovanni lifted my hips up a bit more, and I screamed louder than I ever had. My entire body was shaking, and I pushed against him hard.

  When it subsided, I shouted, “You can do better than that.” I was almost daring him to really hurt me.

  “Anything my pussy wants.” The look in his eyes was beyond possessive.

  He bit his lip and leaned toward me. Then he grabbed hold of my waist as my knees bent and started to drive his cock into me so intensely, tears came to my eyes. It was more vicious than ever, pure animalistic fury. My pussy was almost stinging with each stroke, but I needed the pain for some reason; maybe guilt.

  Within seconds, I filled with more pleasure than I ever thought possible. I screamed out his name with such volume, I was sure I woke up every neighbor on our floor.

  Giovanni cried out my name just as loud and shoved into me very painfully. I felt the swelling of his release rush down his cock. “Oh, God!” he shouted. “Damn, Crystal.”

  The look on his face alone told me it was the best finish ever. He kept crying out as his cock throbbed for a long while. Then he winced when he pulled out of me.

  He dropped my legs and fell on me obviously, completely exhausted. “How in the world did we just do that?”

  I had a hard time catching my breath as well. I felt incredible from head to toe, but my pussy ached. “I don’t know.”

  Sometime in the night, I woke up and pushed Giovanni. He rolled off me and slowly crawled onto his side of the bed. He was so tired, he fell back to sleep when his head hit his pillow. As I knelt on the bed, I looked at him lying on his back.

  I was unsure what inspired the session hours before. He was rougher than ever and talked so possessively. Does he know about Chad? I touched my abdomen. Does he know he came in me? What if I’m…

  I shook my head. Those thoughts were not going to help matters. I pulled the condom off Giovanni and frowned because there was blood on it. I threw it away, and then put on the towel from the dresser. The pain between my legs was worse.

  Quietly, I made my way to the bathroom. I washed myself, finding bruises and blood, just enough to know why I ached inside. I wet a washcloth and brought it back to the bedroom. Gently, I cleaned the small amount of blood off Giovanni’s skin as he slept. He moaned with my touch and tried to grab me.

  Afterward, I tossed the cloth in the hamper, dropped the towel and got back in bed. There was a huge wet spot on the blanket. Since it was half off the bed anyway, I tossed it to the floor. Then I sighed and turned the light out before pulling the sheet up over us.

  Within a minute, Giovanni turned over and put an arm around me. “Love you,” he whispered.

  I smiled and said, “I love you, too.”

  Chapter 26

  In the morning, I woke up very sore. My thighs and ass hurt, too. Obviously, we had gotten too rough. Giovanni was sleeping with his head on my shoulder and a hand over one of my breasts. I kissed the top of his head, and then put my hand through his hair.

  Soon he lifted his head and looked up at me. “Good morning, my love. Last night was amazing.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, it was.”

  “How did you hold yourself in that position so long?”

  Then t
here was a knock at the door. Giovanni quickly grabbed the sheet and pulled it all the way over us, holding me close. “Come in!”

  Rosario sheepishly did. “I’m so sorry, guys. I really, really am. After what you told me, I was afraid someone got in here.”

  I turned away as my face reddened. “Please go away,” I said when I turned back. “I bet you see me naked when you look at me.”

  “I’m trying not to,” Rosario admitted. “I wish you weren’t so hot. I see why my brother waited for you.”

  “Come on, man. That’s not making her feel better.”

  “You’d rather me lie to her?” Rosario’s eyebrows rose. “I can’t take back what I did. I didn’t mean to see what I saw.”

  I met Rosario’s gaze. “Can we drop it? I’ll try and pretend I’m not humiliated, and you try not to think about me naked again. OK?”

  Rosario smiled. “Deal.”

  As soon as Rosario left the room, Giovanni kissed me and got out of bed. Then he looked at his watch. “Shit, we’re gonna be late. Get up.” Then he flew out of the room.

  I moved my legs and cringed. It was worse than I thought. I slowly got off the bed and grabbed my silk robe from the closet door. After I had it on, I carefully went to the kitchen to take my pill. It hurt even more to walk.

  “You ready?” I called to Rosario as I came into the living room.

  He turned to me, and his eyes widened. “Damn, you’re naked under that, aren’t you?”

  I frowned. “I thought you were gonna try and forget?”

  “I am trying,” he insisted. “It’s just that I can see the outline of your tits and your hips and… Sorry.” He closed his eyes and lay down.

  As soon as Giovanni was out of the shower, he yelled, “Get up, bro! You gotta get dressed.”

  Then I went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I washed myself, I found that the bruising I could see had gotten worse. I was glad it was a Wednesday, or Phil would have had fun teasing me.

  The bathroom door opened. “Hey,” Rosario called to me. “I gotta piss.”

  “OK.”

  “What’re you doing in there?” I heard Giovanni ask. The door must have been open.

  “I’m peeing, what does it look like? You afraid I’m gonna touch her? Bro, I would never do that to you. Well, unless you asked me to.” He laughed, but then I heard a smack. “Hey! I was kidding. I can hit you back just as hard now, you know.”

  “Put your dick away, and get dressed.”

  I laughed at them. Then the shower curtain opened, and I put my hands over my breasts. I sighed. It was Giovanni, grinning at me.

  “Hurry up, my love.” He closed it again.

  I finished up as quickly as possible and got out. When I was walking to the second bedroom to get clothes, I spied Rosario in the living room, pulling his shirt off. My mouth dropped. He wasn’t skinny anymore. He was bigger than Chad, but not like Giovanni.

  “Damn!” I winced. I didn’t mean to say it out loud.

  He looked up at me and smiled. Then he flexed his biceps and turned around for me. “You like the new me? I bet the girls here will, too.”

  “Put the guns away, lover boy,” Giovanni told him.

  I blushed and went to get dressed. Knowing we were late, I hurried. Then I threw on sandals because it hurt to bend, also.

  Rosario looked exhausted as we walked down the block to his rental. When he opened the driver’s side door, he rested his head on the roof for a few seconds. “Maybe you should drive.”

  Giovanni caught the keys his brother threw, and they switched places. I got in the back and tried to relax. Rosario sighed when he sat down. Then he put his hands over his face.

  “Tired, huh?” Giovanni asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

  Rosario turned toward him. “Stupid question.”

  “I finally got you back.”

  “Got me back for what?” Rosario was definitely confused.

  Giovanni laughed. “For all those times you had two or three girls in your room while I was trying to sleep. Crystal’s loud, huh? Did she keep you up like I was hoping?”

  “You have no idea what that sounded like,” Rosario explained. “It was almost like you guys were in the room with me. I kinda wanted to see what you were doing to her to make her scream like that.” He looked at me for a few seconds. “It was a lot louder than the first time you guys were naked in bed together. You actually fucked her this time.” He laughed. “She’s walking like you fucked the shit outta her.”

  “Seriously? Crystal, I hurt you again?”

  “What do you mean, again?” Rosario growled. “You better not be abusing her. I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

  I sighed. “He’s not. What is it with you guys assuming it’s abuse? I like it.”

  “Hey, that’s you guys!” Rosario shouted.

  I smiled as I heard my song coming from the radio. “It’s cool, huh?”

  “Who wrote it? It’s not like your other stuff.”

  Giovanni stiffened. He didn’t want his brother to know what it was about. “Um, Chris did. He don’t wanna talk about it, though.”

  “OK. I won’t ask, then.”

  * * *

  When we arrived at the recording studio, no one but Jon was there yet. We found him banging away on the drums, looking like he was having a great time. He didn’t look up at all. I didn’t recognize what he was playing, but he had headphones on, so he was most likely playing along with something.

  Giovanni put an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to me a little. “I had no idea he was this good.”

  Jon had just stood up when Chad walked into the main room. I could see by the dark glasses he wore that he had a bad hangover. He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I love you, baby.”

  I scowled at him, suddenly thinking about the night before.

  “What’s your problem?” Chad asked, pulling me away until we were alone.

  I angrily took his glasses off and looked into his baby blue eyes. “You! You prick!” Devastated by what he had done, I bit my lip, trying not to cry.

  “What the fuck, Crystal? What the hell happened?”

  “Really? We’re gonna play it that way? You fucked me in the car last night and came in me!”

  Chad’s mouth dropped. “I—I what?” He looked shocked. “Baby, I—are you sure?”

  “I had cum dripping out of me the whole trip home.” I punched his abdomen. “If you got me pregnant, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  He grabbed me and hugged me. “I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll do whatever you want if you are. I’ll be with you, or not. I’ll be a good father. I promise. I’ll be there for you.”

  Tears fell my cheeks quickly. He didn’t mean to do it. I felt it. “I don’t want a baby now.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” He stroked my hair. “I wish you could use that morning after pill. I know how sick the hormones make you. No matter what, I swear I’ll be there if it happens. I’ll massage your feet and buy you ice cream in the middle of the night. Whatever, really. And you know I got the money to take care of you guys.”

  I sniffled. “I know you will. That’s not the point. We’re not ready for kids yet.”

  Giovanni came to us. Then he exhaled loudly.

  “Stop. It’s just a hug,” I told him quietly, lying. Chad stepped away.

  “I know. I can’t help it,” Giovanni softly replied before turning. “Hey, that sounded great. What was it?” Giovanni asked Jon, who was walking our way.

  Jon smiled. “A friend of mine needed help. His drummer broke his arm right before they finished the last track of their album. I was just filling in.”

  “Sounds like a cool song,” I added.

  Just after that, Chris dragged himself into the studio. He looked worse than Chad. I went to him, slowly and looked him in the eyes. “Are you sure you can do this today? You’re a wreck.”

  “My voice is fine. My head on the other hand, is killing me.”

  I touched
his cheek. I felt bad for him, but it was his own fault. They were all so stupid the night before. I was very glad I made Giovanni stop drinking.

  “I got some painkillers. Just sit down a minute.”

  * * *

  By the time we broke for lunch, things had gone somewhat smoothly. I swore there were going to more issues because of Chris and Chad’s hangovers. Chris only had to be sick once, and then he felt better. Chad pretended to be fine.

  While I was eating, Chad sat next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder. Then I knew he felt worse than he was letting on. I ran my hand through his hair and hugged him. Giovanni was on my other side and sighed. I knew he hated that I still felt the need to take care of Chad.

  “He needs me, Giovanni. Please.”

  Giovanni stood up. “I know. I’ll be back.” Then he walked away.

  “Sit up,” I whispered.

  I stood behind Chad and took his shoulders in my hands. Then he rested his head on my breasts. I should have told him to move, but that was his normal position when I massaged his shoulders. Soon I went on to his upper arms, and then his back. When I was done with his neck and scalp, he looked much better and somewhat relaxed.

  Chad stood up and hugged me. “Thanks, baby.” Then he kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “I’m sorry I was such an ass last night.”

  “It’s done. You can’t change what you did.” I put my hands on his waist and lay my head on his chest. “But if I’m pregnant, all hell’s gonna break loose again.”

  “I’m really sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to do that to you. I swear it wasn’t on purpose.”

  Then Giovanni called to me. “Crystal, I need you.” He was sitting behind the drum set with a jealous expression.

  I sighed and touched Chad’s cheek, as I looked up at him. “I hope I never have to tell him I did it again.”

  Chad bent down to me. “I did it again, not you. I’m sorry.”

  I let him go and walked away from him, wincing as I tried to walk gingerly.