Suddenly Dante spreads my legs open wide and says, “I don’t know about you, Marino, but I’m feeling hungry.”
His tongue traces up and down my clit. It feels so good that I can barely stand it. Marino stands up and fingers my pussy while licking my nipples.
I love the way they both make me feel. Marino’s strong hands finger me while Dante’s tongue works my clit. Being with two guys at once— especially these two particular guys— feels out of this world good. So much better than I ever could have imagined.
“You guys are going to make me come,” I tell them, as a wave of pleasure ripples throughout my body. “Oh my God. Marino. Dante.”
Dante licks up the juice flowing from my pussy. I feel light and free, as if this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Right in between the two of them. My body being appreciated and adored by both of them.
“I think it’s time for the thing we’ve all been waiting to do,” I announce.
“Really?” Dante asks me. His already hard cock stands up even harder.
“Really.”
We’d been waiting to have anal sex until the time was right. While we’d never really defined what the right time would mean, I guess there’s no time like the present. And there’s no place like my apartment, which is a much better place to be doing this than at The Fun House.
“Come here, you naughty thing,” Marino says, pulling me over towards him so that I’m on my hands and knees and my ass is hanging off the bed.
He puts his hands on my hips and grabs me tight.
“Who would you like to have the honors of taking your anal virginity?”
I look back at both of them, at how excited and eager Marino looks. I remember how he told me that he thought Samantha was more in love with Dante than with him. I’m pretty sure that Samantha wasn’t in love with either one of them but I want to show him that I’m equally in love with both of them.
“You,” I tell Marino.
“Really?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass hole for the first time ever.”
“Well okay then, if you insist,” he says, a giddy smile spreading across his face.
“Awww man,” Dante complains, but he winks at me.
I can tell he’s glad that I’m letting Marino have first dibs.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be lots more times for you to enjoy it too,” I tell him.
“That’s fine because it just means I get to first,” he says, and gently pushes Dante out of the way.
He puts his hard cock into my pussy.
“That feels perfect,” he says, pulling me by the hips and pumping himself in and out of me. “That’s all I need.”
“There’s a stool in my kitchen,” I tell Marino, moaning as Dante fucks my pussy good and hard.
He brings it over and is soon standing in the perfect position.
“Ready?” Dante says, bringing his cock half out of my pussy.
“I’m ready.”
I feel Marino’s big, hard cock up against the opening of my ass hole and I take a deep breath.
“It’ll feel good,” he promises me, pushing it in ever so slightly.
“Ouch,” I can’t help but gasp.
I’m not used to having anything— even Marino’s beloved cock— in my ass.
“Let me get you warmed up again,” Dante says, thrusting his cock back into my pussy.
I love when Dante fills me up with his big cock. He pumps it into me as Marino gently pushes his own cock into my ass. Suddenly it feels so good and so right to have both of my holes filled up by the loves of my life.
I relax and lean in a little bit as Marino holds onto my ass and pumps his cock in and out of me. Dante is doing the same thing in my pussy and I can feel myself getting wetter.
“You’re going to come on my cock while I fuck your pussy and Marino fucks your ass, aren’t you, my dirty little slut?” Dante asks me.
“Our dirty little slut,” Marino corrects him, as he fucks my ass hole.
“Oh my god,” I shout, feeling myself come as I never have before. “This feels so fucking good.”
“Do you like when I fuck you in the ass?” Marino asks, pumping harder and faster while Dante does the same in my pussy.
“I love it,” I tell him. “It feels so good.”
“We’re double penetrating our little slut in her ass and her pussy,” Dante says. “You like us in every hole that you have, don’t you?”
I can feel him getting bigger and pulsing in my pussy at the same time that Marino’s cock is doing so in my ass.
“Yes!” I moan. “Yes, yes, yes!”
They both explode their cum into me at the same time.
“Look at this load I blew into her ass,” Marino tells Dante as he takes his cock out of me.
“It’s mixing in with the load I blew into her pussy,” Dante says.
“Are you guys having fun back there?” I ask, sighing.
Once they’re finish inspecting the cream pies they both left in me, I fall back onto the bed and try to gather my breath again.
“We’re having a great time,” Dante says.
They both fall on either side of me. I’m perfectly happy in the middle of my Rossi brother sandwich.
“Thank you for letting me fuck you in the ass,” Marino says. “It was even better than I thought it would be.”
“Any time,” I tell him. And then I laugh. “And I do mean that.”
“Except for when it’s my turn,” Dante says.
“You guys, I’m seriously so happy,” I tell them, looking back and forth between both of them. “I never knew I would like this, but I…”
“Love it?” Dante asks.
He kisses me, and then I turn my head for Marino to kiss me next.
“Yes,” I answer. “I love it.”
“Well that’s great because we love you too,” Dante says.
“You do?”
I turn back to look into his deep green eyes. I wasn’t expecting Dante to be the one to say it first.
“I do,” he says. “I love you, Jessica Mason.”
“I love you too, Dante Rossi.”
“Don’t forget about me,” Marino says. “I love you too.”
“And I love you, Marino Rossi.”
We lie in the falling darkness in my bedroom, happy and content.
Until Dante’s phone rings.
“Who is it?” Marino calls, jumping up after Dante as Dante is leaping out of bed. Whoever it is, it’s definitely something serious.
“It’s Samantha,” Dante says, frowning at me. “She says we need to come to the club right away. Alone. She says there’s something important we need to know.”
“Do you want me to come?” I ask, looking around for my shirt.
I know he had just said they were going to go alone. But I’m nervous and want to find out what Samantha’s up to once and for all.
“No,” Dante says, shaking his head. “Marino and I got ourselves into this mess with Samantha and we’re going to get ourselves out of it finally.”
“Stay here and rest, Doll,” Marino says, kissing me on the forehead. “We won’t be gone long.”
As they leave I know I won’t be able to get a wink of sleep. I’ll be up until I hear back from them— if I hear back from them— wondering what Samantha found out that’s so important. I have a feeling it involves me, and that it may be my downfall with the men to whom I’ve just given my anal virginity and declared my love.
Chapter 23 – Dante
Of course Samantha wants us to meet her at Bennington’s. It’s a swanky steak joint and the one place I took her on a real date. Otherwise we never even left The Fun House with her.
Marino doesn’t know that Samantha and I came here together without him, as well as to our place without him afterwards. We promised never to tell him.
He already thought she liked me more than him and that was enough to nearly fucking break him. But really she already knew she had him in the bag and had just
tried harder to earn my affection so that she could get from us what she wanted.
So when she said on the phone to meet her here at Bennington’s, I was initially cautious. But she insisted it was important and that she would only tell us if we agreed to meet her here.
When we arrive she’s wearing a tight little black dress and her hair is piled into an elegant bun on top of her head, with curls falling from it and pouring down to her neck.
She looks more professional than when she was a dancer at the club. And she’s definitely gone all out trying to look her best.
But I think it reeks of desperation. And I just want to get back to fucking Jessica.
“I never thought I’d be alone with the Rossi brothers again,” she says, holding out a hand to each of us when we arrive and leading us over to a table where she’d been sitting.
“Waiter,” I call, nodding my head at one as he comes over. “We’re going to be sitting at the bar.”
“Oh no darling, I ordered us filet mignon,” she says, gesturing towards the candlelit table.
“You can take it to go,” I tell her. “We won’t be needing it.”
“Yeah,” Marino insists, heading over to the bar. “Just tell us what this is about so we can be on our way.”
I look over at him and beam. I’m so fucking proud of my little brother. I can tell that Samantha no longer has the hold on him that she once did. I guess I have Jessica to thank for that. And a lot of other things as well.
“Well I wouldn’t be in a hurry to get back to your darling Desire if I were you,” Samantha says.
Then she looks at the bartender and says, “Three martinis please.”
“I don’t want…” Marino starts to say, but Samantha waves her hand at him as if to shush him.
“Believe me, you’re going to want a stiff drink when you hear what I have to say.”
“Just say whatever it is you want to say to us,” I tell her, annoyed now. “We don’t have a lot of time. We don’t even want to be here, if you can’t fucking tell.”
“You’re going to thank me,” she says, gloating. “I’m doing you a favor.”
I tap my fingers on the bar while she drags this out. Fucking Samantha. Always the drama queen. The bartender brings us the martinis and Samantha holds hers up for a toast.
“To old friends,” she says. “And new revelations.”
“Cheers to that fucking cryptic toast,” Marino says.
We clink our glasses together and I say, “Now. What is it that you just had to drag us down to Bennington’s to tell us in person?”
“Oh Dante,” Samantha says, leaning her head back and laughing. “Don’t act like you don’t like coming to Bennington’s with me. We all know you do.”
Marino shoots me a confused look and I just shake my head.
“Samantha.”
She looks at me a little alarmed now, and I’m glad she’s finally fucking taking me seriously.
“Tell us whatever it is you came here to tell us.”
“Oh, aside from wanting to enjoy your company,” she says, rooting around in her handbag, “I just thought you might want to get a look at this.”
She hands me a folded-up piece of paper.
“What is this?” I ask her, but she doesn’t answer.
Senate Session Meeting Minutes.
I start to read it but the first sentence is all I need to see.
Jessica Mason has been assigned to lead an undercover investigation into the Rossi brothers…
“What the fuck?”
Marino comes over to look at the notes with me.
“She’s a fucking rat?”
“Looks like it,” Samantha says gleefully. “I tried to warn you. I knew something was up with her. No one from around here had ever heard of her.”
“She said she travels,” I quickly defend Jessica.
“And yet she has an apartment here and her parents came to visit her here…” Marino says, adding all the puzzle pieces together.
He sighs.
“Wait a minute,” I say, finally reading the rest of the notes. “These minutes don’t say she reported us for anything. They just say she has nothing to report. And then for the last couple of meetings, she hasn’t even shown up.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Marino says, hanging his head. “She’s a fucking spy. I knew it was too good to be true.”
“Poor little Marino,” Samantha says, shaking her head and making a tsking noise. “Always too trusting.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asks, glaring at her.
“First me, now Jessica.”
Samantha laughs a cruel and evil- sounding cackle.
“What do you mean first you? I’m fucking over you,” Marino says, getting louder and angrier.
“Yeah but it’s only because I wanted Dante, not you,” she says.
“You didn’t want me,” I tell her. “You just wanted the club.”
“Oh I wanted The Fun House all right,” she says. “And I’ll have it. But I wanted you too and I had you. Right in this very spot, in fact. When we had those drinks and then we went back to your place…”
“Shut up,” I hiss, but it’s too late.
Marino is crestfallen, having just found out the extent of the secret relationship I’d had with Samantha. He downs the rest of his drink and then splits.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask Samantha. “You just like to go around hurting people, rubbing things in their faces that you know will upset them?”
“You had your chance with me,” she says, with a shrug. “And you didn’t want it. But there are things that I still want.”
“You’re not getting The Fun House,” I tell her.
“You and Dante don’t even plan to keep it,” she says. “It’s too dangerous for you. I know you have plans for different avenues of making money. So leave The Fun House to me. I even have the money to buy it. Life as a dancer at Cheeky Girls isn’t as bad as you made it sound. And I know you’ll give me a discount.”
“I’m not selling it to you,” I tell her. “And I’m definitely not giving you a discount. You’re a fucking fool if you think I’m still enamored with you in any way whatsoever. Especially after what you just did to Marino.”
“Oh, I know you’re not enamored with me anymore,” she says, flipping her crazy curls. “And the non-feeling is mutual. But you’re going to give me a discount because I have something on you.”
“What do you have on me?” I ask her. “What do you mean?”
“I have everything on you,” she says. “I know about all the coke the dancers were doing in the back room. The sex they were having in the VIP room. You might have cleaned up your act to keep your nose out of trouble and raise the level of clientele after Jessica showed up, but I still know enough about what you used to do to have you go down on drug and prostitution ring charges.”
“You wouldn’t,” I tell her, feeling so sick to my stomach that I can’t even finish my drink.
“Oh I would,” she says. “You underestimated me. I told you to give me what I wanted or else you’d pay. And I know people who know people. How do you think I got these meeting minutes?”
“Oh please,” I tell her, laughing in her face. “We all know that half of the state government frequents The Fun House.”
I can’t believe I never put two and two together. Of course the hypocrites who enjoy what we have to offer are the same ones who want to shut us down. I just never pegged Jessica as a fucking senator. She was that good as a stripper.
“Senator Sentara is more than just one of my regulars,” Samantha brags. “He’s one of my best clients in all possible ways, if you know what I mean. And he’s the one heading up this investigation. Why do you think that is?”
I just scowl at her, too upset to even speak.
“He wants to hand over the keys to yours truly,” she says. “And if Jessica doesn’t deliver the goods then I have the information that will help him do that.”
So if Jessica doesn’t report us than Samantha will, I think. Great.
“Well thanks for the nice little chat,” I tell her, determined not to show her how much she’s fucking gotten to me. “But I have a club to save.”
“Good luck trying to do that,” she laughs, as I walk out.
But even more so than saving The Fun House, I’m worried about saving my relationship with my brother. I know we can get through anything together. But only if we’re on the same side.
Chapter 24 – Marino
I can’t fucking believe it. Why am I always the one getting screwed over?
I knew that Samantha had fallen for Dante more than she had fallen for me but I didn’t know he had deceived me to this extent. I didn’t know he had taken her on a date and brought her to our place. While I was working at The Fun House no doubt. Leave it to Dante to make me do the dirty work while he has all the fun.
I wonder what he’s done with Jessica behind my back. If he could go to these lengths with Samantha then I’m sure he’s gone there with Jessica. And that hurts even more, because Samantha was nothing compared to Jessica.
I’d thought we’d really had something there with Jessica. But Jessica only ever came to see us because she had it out for us. And Dante clearly can’t be trusted.
Fuck them. They’re probably together right now. They deserve each other. Two deceptive little peas in a pod.
I look down at my phone and have two missed calls. They’re from Dante. Surprisingly none are from Jessica.
Maybe she doesn’t know what’s going on. I guess that means Dante’s not with her. I don’t even know what to make of anything anymore. Apparently I’m always in the dark about my own fucking life.
After driving around feeling sorry for myself, I go home, determined to confront Dante. I’ll tell him I’m done giving in to what he wants. Done being half of the Rossi brothers but not even getting a quarter of the respect. I’m going to set off on my own.
But he isn’t here. On the counter is a legal document giving me full control of all business decisions for The Fun House, and a note from Dante.
Marino,
You’ve always been the brains of this operation. I’ll let you make all the decisions now. It’s the least I can do. Please call me back. I’m sorry, Brother.
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