Page 93 of Hateful Vows
I don’t even pout. Without preamble, Irina takes me into her mouth, forearms on my thighs and ass up in the air, just waiting for Aleksei to take advantage of the pert globes displayed for him.
“Fuck,cuore mio. Always so hungry for your husband’s cock.”
She moans against my length, nodding her acquiescence, and it turns ragged as Aleksei slaps her ass once he’s removed hisown clothes, making it bounce. He does it again, and again, eyes affixed to where Irina swallows my cock, his own leaking at the tip. Threading my fingers through my wife’s long strands, I hold it up for her, never pushing her down, just watching in awe as she devours me and makes mefeelagain.
Like a live-wire, pleasure spreads through me and I hold out my orgasm. I want this to never end. To be alive in their arms as we share our unbridled love for each other.
I pull on Irina’s nipple as Aleksei fingers her, and our eyes meet. I might be the one who needs their care most but she will always be our priority. The brown and green irises have given way to dark arousal in Aleksei’s gaze. His voice is throaty and tainted with need when he speaks, surprising me.
“I think I should make your wife come with your cock in her slutty mouth,malysh. She seems like she needs it.”
Irina mindlessly agrees, or so I think, and pushes her pelvis back into Aleksei’s fingers, fucking herself as she continues to swallow around my cock, squeezing me until I see stars. It’s heaven and torture all wrapped into one. My balls draw tight but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of my cum anywhere but inside that tight pussy.
“That’s it, give it to us,malyshka,” Aleksei coos as Irina orgasms, coming up for air to scream her pleasure against my skin.
Muscle memory and soul-deep need guide my movements. She's still coming when I grab underneath her arms, lift her up enough to sit her down on my aching cock on one go. Her walls spasm against me, accepting my flesh into her body.
“Fuck, it’s too much,” she cries out.
“You can take it,” I answer sternly, grunting as I thrust into her from below.
There’s nothing but my wife in my head as she takes me deep. The past isn’t a shadow looming over us, the future holdsno weight. It’s just us, our bodies, our need, our desires and worship. No amount of therapy can come close to what I share with Aleksei and Irina. It helps, but giving in to our base urges does, too.
Irina slumps against my chest and my heart swells, proud that despite everything, we still fit so perfectly. It’s not only sex we share, but something deeper, written in the grooves of our bodies and the taste of our sweat.
“I want to feel you, too,amore,” I tell Aleksei. His throat bobs at the endearment. Even if they don’t speak Italian, they know what that word means, it’s transparent enough to speak for itself.
And Aleksei knows what I’m asking. It’s a promise we made to each other months ago, when we called our love ‘lust’.
He pulls the drawer of the nightstand open to retrieve a thick bottle of lube, coating himself. Reverently, taking his time, he positions himself behind Irina, who tenses as his fingers caress us both.
“Relax,cuore mio. You can take us. You were made for us, and we were made for you.”
Aleksei adds more lube onto his fingers, rimming the place where Irina and I connect, the cold liquid seeping down our skin and onto the sheets underneath. She’s incredibly tight already, but she lets go on top of me, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. She feels incredible and so wholly mine.
Aleksei starts slowly, first using his fingers to open her up, caressing my shaft already nestled inside Irina’s pussy. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispers with awe.
“Shh,” I soothe them both. “It will fit.”
Because we do. We always have. Aleksei and Irina were meant to be mine from the first moment Aleksei approached me at that party months ago. Our road has been paved with pain and growth and I need to feel them both embedded into my body likethey are in my heart, their names a permanent tattoo written in blood.
“Oh fuck.”
All four of Aleksei’s fingers glide against my shaft and Irina’s inner walls as he scissors and thrusts gently, letting us both relax into the sensation of utter fullness. Then, he withdraws and the head of his cock skims alongside my length.
“Oh shit. Fuck,Lyosha. Please.”
Irina’s words are strangled as Aleksei keeps thrusting inside, nestling against me in my wife’s tight channel.
We all stop breathing.
Aleksei’s eyes are wide, his jaw hanging open above us, his chest plastered to Irina’s back. I kiss the corner of his mouth over her shoulder, licking the scar before I pepper his throat with gentler kisses. “I love you, Aleksei,” I say.
“I love you, Dante.”
“I love you both. Now please,please, fuck us,Lyosha. I’m about to come and you haven’t even moved,” Irina complains.
I chuckle and grasp Aleksei’s throat in one hand, the other indenting Irina’s hip with bruises.
