A Valentine's Day Treat: Two Short Stories

by Sam Mariano

“You’re impossible, ridiculous men,” I inform them both.

  “Well, we’re the impossible, ridiculous men who are going to fuck you until you can’t handle even one more orgasm,” Rafe informs me, gathering my hands at the wrist and pushing them above my head. “So, it could be worse.”

  The man has an excellent point. I swallow, looking up at him. It’s strange to have a man who isn’t Mateo hovering above me in bed like this, but since he was here just a few hours ago, it also feels somewhat familiar. His beautiful, golden eyes are warm as he looks down at me, admiring the positioning of my body, raking over my breasts. My eyes drift to his shoulders—broad, strong shoulders, just the way I like them. I sigh a little, wanting to touch them, but he’s still holding my hands above me right now. Flashes of the pool in Vegas drift back to me, how I rested my hands on his shoulders then. How he told me to spread my legs and I did. How he touched me and commanded me to come for him.

  Shame always follows quickly on the heels of those memories, so I usually don’t let myself think about it. Mateo doesn’t want me to feel badly about what he views as what I had to do to get back to him, but that’s impossible. I love Mateo so much, and he’s known so much hurt in his time. I want to be the one person who would never hurt him, and Rafe Morelli is the one tarnished spot on my record.

  “Would you have helped me anyway?”

  Rafe cocks an eyebrow. “What?”

  “The night in the pool. In Vegas. If I hadn’t let you touch me, would you have still helped me?”

  Flicking a cautious glance Mateo’s way, Rafe asks, “You really want to talk about that now, little one?”

  “Yes,” I reply. “I need to know. Mateo and I have different views of that night and I need to know who is right.”

  Now Mateo joins in with similar reluctance. “Mia… this is a palette cleanser, not a review of the facts. You don’t need—”

  I interrupt, “I do, Mateo.” Looking back up at Rafe, my heart galloping in my chest, I say, “Can you just answer me, please?”

  “Would I have helped you if I got nothing out of it?” he asks, nodding once, for clarification. “That’s your question?”

  I’m not sure that’s exactly how I would word it—I could have offered him something, just nothing involving my body. That thought brings back Mateo’s words earlier this night, and Rafe’s words when I offered him anything Mateo could get him if he’d help me that first day in Vegas. Even Mateo admitted he doesn’t have much bargaining power with Rafe—even my husband, whose supply of power feels endless to me most of the time, had to use me as his incentive to get Rafe’s help.

  Powerful men are harder to control; Mateo himself is evidence of that truth. There’s no controlling the force of nature I married, and if Rafe has similar wealth and power, the same is probably true of him.

  “No,” Rafe answers simply. “Of course I wouldn’t have helped you. You were a complete stranger to me. Do I look like the Red Cross? Why would I have helped you?”

  I would have helped just because… well, when someone has been kidnapped, that’s what you do. That’s probably why I don’t run a criminal organization and he does.

  “I intended on taking much more than I did, little one. When I implied I might help if I got something out of it, I didn’t mean fingering you in the swimming pool. We’re not adolescents. I planned to fuck you—the same way this bastard fucked my ex-girlfriend. Even the score, even if it didn’t matter anymore. Why not? The opportunity was there. Vince interrupted though, so I didn’t get to issue my demands.”

  I swallow, my mind drifting back to Vegas. If his price to help me was sex, he sure didn’t get it. “But you didn’t fuck me. And you still helped. What changed your mind?”

  Rafe watches my face for a moment, then he says, “You were softer and more open than I expected of someone who’d spent four years with Mateo. He tends to defeat people, cause them to shut down and retreat behind protective walls if not outright try to flee him, but you were wide open. And you were so sad. You missed this bastard so much.” Finally, he shrugs. “At the end of the day, I wanted to ease your pain more than I wanted to stick it to him. Fucking you would have pissed him off, but that would have made you sadder.” He releases my wrists and tenderly runs the back of his index finger along my jaw. “I didn’t want to make you sadder.”

  My heart swells up with tenderness, but there’s too much of it. It overflows and pours out so I’m floating along in an ocean of affection. I’m accustomed to that feeling, but only for Mateo. Vince never made me feel that way. Since my hands are free, I reach up to caress his strong jaw. “You’re a good man, Rafe Morelli.”

  His warm brown eyes on mine, he smiles. “I’m really not.”

  “We can agree to disagree,” I offer.

  “Your whole mind needs recalibrating. Years with this guy have fucked up your scales.”

  The sound of Mateo’s voice attracts my attention, especially because he sounds annoyed. “All right, are you going to spend the whole night chatting like schoolgirls at a slumber party, or are you planning to fuck her at some point?”

  Instead of taking his bait, Rafe smirks. “He doesn’t like us liking each other. Remember when you said you wouldn’t get jealous, asshole?”

  “I am not jealous,” Mateo states carefully, like he’s been insulted.

  Rafe shakes his head at me, ignoring Mateo. “Fucking rookie, getting all jealous and shit.”

  I smother a smile, tipping my head back to regard Mateo. “You okay over there, baby?”

  “Just bored,” he offers, dryly. “I’m sure you can relate.”

  Rafe rolls his eyes. “Yeah, she’s real bored.” He sinks a finger inside me and I gasp at the unexpected intrusion. Drawing his finger out, he holds it up to show Mateo how wet I am, then shoves his finger into my mouth, still watching Mateo, and tells me, “Suck.”

  My face heats up, but I follow his order, sucking on his finger the same way I sucked on his cock.

  “Does it taste like you’re bored, little one?” Rafe asks.

  I can’t find my voice to contradict Mateo, but I shake my head wordlessly.

  He must be done sparring with Mateo for the moment, because instead of poking at him anymore, Rafe shifts his weight, grabbing my thighs and lifting my body as he moves into the space between my thighs. I swallow down my nerves, watching as he guides his long cock until the head I sucked on is butting right up against my entrance.

  “Condom,” Mateo barks.

  “She’s already pregnant,” Rafe points out. “If ever there was a time to skip the condom, this is it.”

  “And you’ve fucked every whore in Vegas. If you plan to finish all in one piece, you’ll put a condom on first,” Mateo advises.

  Rafe scowls. “I do not fuck those girls without a condom.”

  “If you have a problem with my rules, we can stop.”

  “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Rafe taunts, but he drops my legs anyway and moves off the bed to retrieve a condom.

  I look up at Mateo. That’s the second time in the space of a couple minutes Rafe has said something along those lines, and Rafe is known for being especially observant. Does Mateo want to call a stop to this, but maybe his pride is getting in the way?

  I reach an arm up toward him since Rafe isn’t on the bed right now and Mateo climbs forward, hovering next to me. “Everything okay?” he asks.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, quietly. “He’ll stop if I tell him to.”

  Mateo offers a faint smile, brushing his fingers through my hair. “I already told you—”

  “I know what you told me, but it’s okay to change your mind. This isn’t the same as watching me with Vince, is it?”

  “No, it’s not,” he admits.

  I swallow, nodding my head. “So, we can just… stop. I can give him a hand job or go down on him to finish him off if you don’t want to leave him hanging. He doesn’t have to be inside me. We can skip this part.” I reach
my hand out to caress his face now. “I don’t want you to experience any bad feelings over this. I’d rather stop.”

  Rafe is back on the bed now, condom in hand, but he sees me trying to bail, so he waits.

  Mateo sits back, pulling away from the comfort I want to offer him. On second thought, he leans back down and gives me a lingering kiss on the mouth, then moves back to his spot to watch. “Proceed.”

  “Are you sure?” I ask, one more time.

  “I’m positive.”

  Rafe slides the condom over his dick, not bothering to bait Mateo anymore. I think he knows how close I am to bailing, regardless of what Mateo says, so he steals my attention back. Instead of penetrating me right away, he brings his hands up to cover my breasts, giving them a squeeze. He catches one of my nipples between his fingers and squeezes, sending jolts of pleasure through my core.

  “Remember when you told me you liked being called a slut in the bedroom, little one? And I told you I’d remember that for when I fucked you?”

  I narrow my eyes at him, since I can’t be sure he didn’t say that for Mateo’s benefit. “And I told you we would never fuck? Yes, I remember that.”

  Rafe smiles. “You were wrong.”

  My heart thuds in my chest at his words, then sparks to life as he slides his cock inside me. I grab hold of the bedding beneath my fingertips, needing something to hold onto. I writhe as he pulls back and drives into me harder, drawing a helpless moan out of my body. Oh, god, the friction. He moves inside me effortlessly, every aggressive stroke so pleasurable I want to die.

  He lifts my hips and thrusts deep, bringing his face closer until he’s inches from mine. With him so close, I can’t resist holding onto him instead of the bedding, so I rest my hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as he thrusts inside me again and again.

  “You feel me deep inside your pussy, little one?”

  I nod my head.

  “You want more?”

  I nod again.

  His voice is hard. “Say it. I don’t care if he’s watching, ask for it.”

  I turn my head, refusing without words. I won’t do that. Not when I’m not even sure if Mateo is okay watching. He’s behind me so I can’t see him unless I tilt my head back and look, and I can’t bring myself to do that when someone else is fucking me.

  “Mia,” Rafe says, firmly.

  I meet his gaze again, still holding onto his shoulders. It makes my stomach sink to look into his face and deny him, but not as much as thinking I might hurt Mateo if I don’t. “No. I’ll ask for my husband’s cock, no one else’s.”

  Instead of becoming annoyed, his lips tug up in amusement. “You are the most loyal faithless little slut I’ve ever met.”

  I roll my eyes, wrapping my legs around his hips and tilting my pelvis, letting him get even deeper. “Just be nice to my husband so I can enjoy this.”

  Rafe chuckles, leaning in and trailing kisses along the curve of my shoulder. “I can probably do that,” he murmurs.

  I sigh with pleasure. “Good.”

  “We’d have more fun without him, you know.”

  “We’d never be doing this without him,” I counter.

  “You’ve been wrong before,” Rafe reminds me, his mouth moving to the front of my throat. He leaves several hot kisses there, then gives me a little bite at the base of my neck. The nip surprises a little gasp out of me and I rub it.

  “Did you just bite me?” I ask, eyes wide.

  “Barely. Just a little souvenir. He’ll fuck you a little harder the next few days when he sees it,” Rafe offers, smirking faintly. “You can thank me later.”

  I bite back a smile. I can’t complain about anything that urges my husband to fuck me harder, even if it is a love bite from someone else. “You’re pushing it, Morelli.”

  “I’m playing nice,” he promises, lifting my hips a little higher and sliding right up against my G-spot.

  “Oh, god,” I murmur, reaching overhead for purchase. He has me in the middle of the bed, so there’s nothing to grab onto. Now that he’s there, he stays there. I didn’t think he knew where it was, but now as he pounds deliberately against the same spot, I think he was just enjoying himself first. I writhe helplessly, torn between the urges to come for him, and to get away. He doesn’t give me a choice. He holds onto me, sliding his cock against that magical spot until I come apart beneath him, clutching at the bed and seeing stars.

  I’m weak with physical release, so I don’t fight him when he gathers me in his arms and nuzzles me close. I want to be close, too. I almost wish he could kiss me, just right now. Since he can’t, I settle for nuzzling into his neck again, giving him a series of ‘thank you’ kisses.

  I want a nap, but now Mateo joins back in, grabbing me and tugging me across his lap. I feel weird straddling him when Rafe was just inside me, but I guess since he wore a condom, it’s okay.

  Running his hands down my upper arms and leaning in to kiss my forehead, Mateo asks, “Have fun?”

  “Did you?” I ask, since that’s more important to me.

  His lips curve upward, his eyes warming. He cradles my face and draws me close, brushing his lips against mine. “I always have fun when you’re involved.”

  I smile back and wrap my arms around him, melting against him. “Is it stupid if I missed you?”

  Now he chuckles, rubbing my back. “No, it’s not stupid. You won’t have to miss me anymore,” he assures me.

  “Good,” I murmur.

  He keeps me settled against his chest, but his hand slides between my legs. He uses the wetness he finds there to ready my ass.

  “Change condoms.”

  “I’m working on it, boss,” Rafe mutters.

  I need to feel my husband, so I bury my face in his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his skin. I want to make him feel good. I need unspoken reassurances. I want to ask questions, but I can’t because Rafe is still here.

  Instead, I lean back so I can look into Mateo’s face. I keep one arm looped around his shoulder, but I run my fingers through his hair with the other, searching his eyes for some sign of how he’s really feeling.

  He knows exactly what I’m doing, so he shakes his head at me. “Would you relax? You’ve had three orgasms in just this session, for god’s sake.”

  Smiling faintly, I said, “And you still manage to keep me on my toes.”

  “We’ll have to work a little harder to wear you out,” Mateo offers.

  “What’s next?”

  Rafe comes up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. He drops a kiss at the nape of my neck, then says, “I do believe I’m going to fuck this pretty little ass while you ride your husband’s cock.”

  My eyes widen slightly, but Mateo merely smiles. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

  “You can’t possibly be sure of that,” I tell him.

  “You will,” Rafe offers, giving my shoulders another brief massage. “I know lots of girls who live for DP.”

  “See? Rafe knows lots of girl who agree with me.”

  “Notice how neither of you men, so sure I’m going to love this, possess a vagina? I’ve been on both your cocks now, and I don’t see how this is going to be fun. I’m going to be so full I won’t to be able to breathe.”

  “Or do anything else,” Rafe tells me. “Your body will be completely at our mercy. You’ll lose all control.”

  My ears perk up. “Really?”

  “All of it,” he verifies. “You’ll be our toy in the most literal sense.”

  Oh, well, that doesn’t sound terrible at all. Feigning nonchalance, I say, “Okay, we’ll see how it goes.”

  Mateo grins, shaking his head at me and lifting me, repositioning me on his lap. Pleasure and relief mingle together as he fits his perfect cock inside me. I run my fingers through his hair, kissing him tenderly on the lips. The taste of his kiss soothes me and sets me on fire at the same time. I love kissing this man more than anything. I move my hips, riding him, but he grab
s them after only a moment and steadies me. Pulling me forward, he places a hand on my back and watches Rafe. I tense a little when the wrong pair of hands grasp my hips and Mateo moves his to my waist.

  I know this isn’t going to be comfortable. Rafe and Mateo are comparable size-wise, and when Mateo has taken my ass, it’s never been comfortable at first. So I’m prepared when Rafe pushes inside me and it doesn’t feel magical. I wait for the invasion to start feeling good. I feel too full at first, Mateo in my pussy, Rafe penetrating my ass. Mateo picks up the pace first, giving it to me hard, just the way we both like. Rafe follows his lead at first, but once my ass is used to him and he’s confident I can handle it, he fucks me like he wants to kill me. The savagery is unexpected—and coming from both ends, since Mateo is, well, Mateo.

  I’m a fuckdoll in the most literal sense, being used hard by the two most dominant men I’ve ever known. Every nerve ending comes alive as their hands roam my body and their hard bodies support mine while they fuck me. Rafe was right that I can’t do anything—my body goes wherever they want it to, does what they want it to do, takes whatever they dole out. It feels so damn good. I want to kiss my husband, but they’re using me too roughly for kissing.

  Pressure builds with their bruising thrusts and the loss of control that comes along with both of them using me. I’m drunk on it, leaning whichever way they move me. One minute I’m leaning into Mateo, the next I’m arching back against Rafe, his big hands moving around my waist and playing with my breasts.

  Mateo drives into me while Rafe plays with my tits and I come hard. He continues to fuck me while I ride it out, but the wave of pleasure doesn’t crash and dissipate—I’m stuck on it. Mateo isn’t done, of course, so he keeps fucking me, Rafe keeps toying with me, and I keep coming.

  “Oh, god, please.” I lean my head back against Rafe’s shoulder.

  He’s pressed firmly against my back, supporting my writhing body as his thumb brushes my nipple. “Please what, little one?”

  I don’t even know, it’s just a set of words falling out of my mouth. Everything feels so good. I feel so good, but the pleasure starts to feel wrenching. It’s supposed to end. I can’t even think. Rafe pulls out and shoves back into me from behind and I fall forward, collapsing against Mateo.