"I can't wait to taste you," he says.
"You say that like it's a threat," I manage.
"It's a promise," he says. "Dolcezza."
He eases me back onto the silk sheets, slow and deliberate, his hands smoothing down my sides like he's memorizing theshape of me. He spreads my legs wide, and I feel the cool air before I feel his breath, warm and close, hovering.
“You’re so beautiful. Every inch of you,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me.
My face goes the color of my dress again.
Tomas settles beside me, his hand curving around my breast, his beard rasping my shoulder as he dips his head. His mouth seals over my nipple, sucking deep and rhythmic, and I stop having opinions about anything for a moment.
Santos cups my face, turning me toward him. "Still with us,cuore mio?" His thumb strokes my cheekbone.
"Barely," I say honestly.
He kisses me slow, his tongue stroking easy, saffron warm on his breath, and I stop worrying about being barely anything because Matteo's mouth finally finds me and every coherent thought I have left exits the building entirely.
His tongue laps my folds thorough and unhurried, circling my clit in languid strokes like he has all night and intends to use it. I moan into Santos's mouth, my back arching off the sheets, my hands fisting the silk.
"Good?" Santos murmurs against my lips.
"If you stop I'll never forgive you," I say.
His chest moves against mine. "We're not stopping."
Matteo hums against me and the vibration alone nearly finishes it. Pleasure builds in slow velvet waves, cresting higher, and I'm gripping Santos's shoulder with one hand and Tomas's hair with the other and thinking that Ricardo's name should be illegal in this room.
The orgasm crashes through me sweet and total, slick gushing hot on Matteo's tongue while I shudder apart in their arms, my cry muffled against Santos's mouth.
Matteo lifts his head. Wipes his chin. Looks extremely pleased with himself.
"Told you," he says.
5
SANTOS
She stirs in my arms first thing in the morning.
Sunlight slants through the windows, the Strip's glitter dulling to a daytime haze far below. Her curvy body presses back into me, her soft ass cheeks cradling my cock like it belongs there.
Cazzo, I can't control myself around her.
Her strawberry-rose scent hits me fresh and ripe, needy even after I knotted her senseless last night. My knot throbs hard. Pre-cum leaks hot onto her thigh, the sticky warmth spreading against her olive skin. I nuzzle into her neck, my tongue lapping up the salt from her skin, tasting our mixed cum dried there. Musky and sweet on my tongue.
Her dark honey hair tousles across the pillow as she twists slightly, her warm olive skin flushed with sleepy arousal.
"Santos?" Her voice comes out husky and low. Her thighs clench together. I smell new slick blooming from her pussy, the scent wrapping around me thick and intoxicating.
"Time to clean you up, tesoro," I growl against her ear, nipping her earlobe sharp. The scrape of my teeth makes her arch her back. "We're giving you a bath. All of us."
Fuck, I want to bury my cock in her right now.
I slide one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her effortlessly from the tangled sheets. Her full breasts bounce free as the sheet falls away, dark nipples pebbled in the cool morning air, heavy and swaying with the motion. She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin with a sweet sting that makes my cock twitch against her plush thigh.
Matteo stirs on the bed, his pale blue eyes opening as he watches us. Tomas props himself on one elbow, gray gaze raking over her naked form, silver musk flaring crisp and heated.