Page 113 of The Slug Crystal
Marco's hands pause on my shoulders, and I feel him shift to see my face. "Emma," he says, my name a question in his mouth. "Are you certain?"
I turn toward him, appreciating his care even as desirepools low in my belly. "I am," I tell him, reaching up to remove his glasses with deliberate slowness. "I want this."
Something shifts in Marco's scholarly demeanor. It’s a softening, a surrender to something more primal than intellect. Without his glasses, his eyes appear more vulnerable. He leans forward, closing the distance between us with careful purpose. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts gently but deepens as I respond, his approach methodical yet thorough. It’s exploring rather than claiming.
Behind me, Luca's hands slide under the hem of my t-shirt, tracing patterns on my bare skin as he waits his turn. When Marco and I break apart, Luca spins me gently to face him. His kiss is entirely different. He’s confident from the first press of his lips against mine, then playful in the way he nips at my lower lip. His hands are already roaming my body with purposeful intent, while his mouth connects with mine.
"You taste like wine and possibilities," he murmurs against my mouth.
Marco moves behind me, his hands replacing Luca's on my hips, steadying me as my knees weaken. The sensation of being between them, Marco's solid presence at my back and Luca's body pressed against my front, sends a shiver of anticipation through me. Unlike the competitive energy that sparked between Jake and Ben, there's something complementary in how Marco and Luca move together, anticipating each other's shifts with an unspoken synchronicity.
Luca's fingers find the hem of my shirt again, this time lifting it with clear purpose. "May I?" he asks, his usual cockiness tempered by genuine consideration.
I raise my arms in answer, allowing him to pull the shirt over my head. Cool air kisses my bare skin, raising goosebumps that Marco soothes with warm palms against my back. I stand before them in nothing but underwear, but there's no urge to cover myself. The hunger in their eyes makes me feel powerful rather than exposed.
"Beautiful," Marco says softly, his scholarly reserve giving way to unmasked appreciation.
Luca makes a sound of agreement. He drops to his knees and presses his lips against my stomach, kissing lower towards the band of my panties. "Absolutely exquisite," he murmurs against my skin, hands cupping the backs of my thighs.
Marco's arms encircle me from behind, one hand splaying across my ribs just below my breast while the other sweeps my hair aside so his lips can find my neck. Their touches are different yet harmonious. Marco's methodical exploration contrasts with Luca's intuitive playfulness. I'm caught between them, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
"The counter," Luca suggests, rising to his feet with fluid grace. His pajama bottoms do little to hide his cock straining to reach me. "You'll be more comfortable."
Marco nods in agreement, his hands steady on my waist as Luca clears the remnants of our midnight snack with one sweep of his arm. Before I can process what's happening, they lift me together, Marco's hands supporting my weight and Luca guiding my legs, and place me on the cool marble surface.
"Better?" Marco asks, his voice rougher than I've ever heard it.
"Perfect," I breathe, reaching for him.
His mouth finds mine again as Luca kneels between my legs, pressing kisses along my inner thighs that make me gasp against Marco's lips. There's a brief pause as Marco steps aside to remove his shirt and pants, and Luca sheds his pajama bottoms, and then they're both bare before me, their bodies as different as their personalities. Marco's lean form speaks of quiet strength beneath his scholarly exterior, while Luca's more defined muscles reflect his active lifestyle. Both are beautiful in entirely different ways.
"Let us take care of you," Marco says, his hand cupping my cheek with tender certainty.
Luca grins, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. "My goals align with the professor."
I lift my hips, allowing Luca to slide the last barrier between us down my legs. The cool counter beneath my bare skin is a pleasant contrast to the heat building within me. Marco captures my mouth again while Luca returns to his position between my thighs, his talented tongue finding exactly the right spot to make me moan into Marco's kiss.
They quickly establish a rhythm together. Marco swallows my gasps as Luca draws them from me, their touches synchronized yet distinctive. When Marco's mouth moves to my breast, Luca's fingers replace his tongue, sliding inside me with practiced ease. The dual sensation is overwhelming in the best possible way.
"Tell us what you need," Marco murmurs against my skin, his scholarly precision extending to how he catalogues my responses.
"This," I manage, my voice breaking as Luca curls his fingers just so. "Just like this. Don't stop."
Luca chuckles against my thigh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. "Not planning to, tesoro."
“I want to kiss you, too,” I whisper to Luca, my voice breathy as my desire builds.
Marco and Luca trade positions with fluid grace. Marco kneels to taste me, flicking his tongue in a steady, quick rhythm against my sensitive center.
Luca captures my mouth, his kiss deeper and more demanding than before. I can taste myself on his tongue, which feels wicked and wanton. I tangle my fingers in Marco's curls, guiding him with gentle pressure and appreciative sounds. There's no sense of performance or competition here. We’re just three bodies finding pleasure together, the focus entirely on connection rather than conquest.
"You're close," Luca observes, his eyes darkening as he watches my face. It's not a question but a statement of fact. "Let go, Emma. We've got you."
Marco hums in agreement, the vibration sending sparks up my spine as his tongue works in perfect counterpoint to Luca's hands on my breasts. The pressure builds, a tightening coil of sensation that winds tighter with each stroke, each kiss, each murmured encouragement.
When release comes, it crashes through me in waves, my body arching off the counter as pleasure pulses outward from my center. Marco steadies my hips, working me through my orgasm with gentle persistence, while Luca captures my cries with his mouth, swallowing the sounds of my ecstasy.
I'm still trembling with aftershocks when Marco rises, his expression both tender and hungry. "May I?" he asks, positioning himself between my legs.
