Page 114 of The Slug Crystal
"Please," I breathe, reaching for him.
He enters me with careful control, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. Luca fuses our mouths together once more, reaching down to cup my breasts as Marco begins to move.
The sensation of Marco inside me while Luca's hands roam my body creates a feedback loop of pleasure that builds rapidly toward another peak. Marco's rhythm falters as his control begins to slip, his breathing ragged.
"Together," Luca murmurs, his hand finding the place where Marco and I are joined, his clever fingers circling just right to send me hurtling over the edge again. Marco follows immediately, his satisfied groan echoing through the silent kitchen.
Luca steps away, and Marco leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips while still inside me. Still slightly hard. After a few long seconds, Marco tears himself away from my lips, cupping himself as he slides out of my channel and stepping away.
Arching an eyebrow at me, Luca takes a step closer.
I nod at him, through my pleasure haze, answering his unasked question. A confident, borderline cocky grin blooms across his face in response. He moves towards my legs, tugging me gently until my feet land unsteadily on the floor.
“Can we take this to the floor?” He asks.
I nod again, then answer in a husky voice, “Yes.”
“Good girl.” He pushes me down towards the floor until I’m on all fours with my butt in the air. He runs his palms appreciatively over the globes of my ass, then settles in behind me on his knees.
“Would you like to join us?” Luca asks, directing the question at Marco.
I watch Marco hesitate briefly before joining us on the floor, settling on his knees right in front of my face. His still-hard cock jumps slightly as he nears me, and I lick my lips.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
“More than okay,” I respond.
“Our perfect girl,” Luca says, then thrusts inside me without any warning. A soft cry tears from my throat, a sound of shocked pleasure.
“Look at me,” Marco whispers. His thumb strokes along my jaw, guiding my gaze upward to his. Is this too much?”
I shake my head no, and he moves closer. I open my mouth and he slides inside, thrusting softly a few times until he is able to match rhythms and fuck my throat in a perfect counterpoint to Luca fucking my pussy.
Behind me, Luca’s rhythm sharpens, each movement punctuated by murmured praise in his accented voice. He mutters dirty, beautiful words tangled together until I’m not sure if he’s worshiping or devouring me. My body answers without thought, every nerve stretched taut, caught between the two of them.
I moan against Marco’s skin, and his hand cups my facefully now, holding me steady as if I might break apart. “Brava,” he breathes, like I’ve solved some impossible equation. The sound of his appreciative voice crashes over me, tipping me into a place where there’s no thought, no shame, just sensation and belonging.
Then my orgasm crests sharp and sudden, washing over me in waves. My cries are muffled against Marco, and I swallow against his thick, hard length as he continues thrusting into my mouth. Almost immediately after my orgasm, Marco stills. His hands cupping my cheeks as his seed spills down my throat. Seconds later, Luca curses behind me, and I feel his movements still as he pulses inside me.
Marco slides back, catching the errant drops of his release that attempt to escape my mouth with an open palm. Luca smooths his hands over my hips with unexpected tenderness before he eases back. Then, he pulls me up and into his arms.
"We make a good team," he says, his voice rough at the edges. "Better than good."
Marco makes a soft sound of agreement, finally opening his eyes to meet mine. Without his glasses, his gaze seems more vulnerable. "Surprisingly complementary skill sets," he adds, a hint of academic humor warming his voice.
"Is that what we're calling it now?" I ask, a bubble of laughter rising in my chest. "Skill sets?"
Luca's grin widens as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. "I prefer 'talents.' Or perhaps 'gifts.'"
"Aptitudes," Marco suggests, reaching for his discarded glasses on the counter beside us. He slides them on with one hand. The scholarly façade returns slightly with his restored vision, but his body remains relaxed.
"We should venture to the bath," he adds, glancing toward the doorway that leads to the villa's luxurious downstairs bathroom. "I have some herbs scientifically optimized for relaxation, but I believe the experience would be significantlyenhanced with company." His fingers trail up the side of my arm, belying the academic tone. "The tub is certainly large enough for three."
The thought of warm water and herbal steam, our bodies slick and buoyant together, sends a pleasant shiver through me despite my recent orgasms. "Are you suggesting we'd actually bathe, Professor?"
Marco's smile is unexpectedly wicked. "Among other activities. The properties of water as a medium for physical interaction are quite fascinating."
Luca laughs, the sound vibrating against my skin where I’m pressed against his chest. "You've created a monster. The good doctor is developing a recreational interest in hydrodynamics."
