Page 92 of Winter
“Hi,” he said, softly. “It’s me.”
Inca was sohappy that Olly had called her that her mood infected dinner. Tommaso had returned, and she and Raffaelo told him about their plans to open a teahouse in the city.
Tommaso smiled. “I think that’s a great idea. I know how bored you’ve been.” He grinned mischievously as she laughed.
“Oh, yes. Sobored.”
“Actually, Tommaso, we have an invitation for you.” Raffaelo tried to hide his smile as Inca giggled. “How would you like to come clubbing with us?”
Tommaso looked surprised. “Really?”
The other two laughed. “Yes,” Inca said. “We have … a plan.”
“Okay.” He looked suspicious. “Will I like it?”
“Oh, I promise, you willloveit.”
They took a cab into the city at ten p.m. Raffaelo’s club was packed with party-goers, the atmosphere sweaty and sultry, drinks flowing. The three of them stayed downstairs for a while, drinking and dancing, grinding up on each other. Inca was wearing a short, dark maroon dress, which clung to her full breasts and flared out at the waist, a simple long gold chain her only jewelry, her long dark hair tumbling in waves to her waist. She was a happy drunk, and Raffaelo nudged his brother as they watched her dance.
“Look at her,” he said in an awestruck voice. “Have you ever seen anything that beautiful before?”
Tommaso laughed. “No, brother, I never have.”
Inca danced over to them, grabbing their hands and sliding them under her dress. She was naked, and she grinned at their surprise as they encountered bare flesh. “I belong to you,” she said to them.
Soon, Raffaelo led them both upstairs to his office, where, as promised, an entire wall looked out onto the dancefloor. Inca grinned when she saw it and pressed herself against the glass.
“And they can’t see in?”
“Not when the light is like this. If the lights went out below, then yes, they could.”
Inca turned around and faced them, pausing for a second but then pulling her dress over her head. Under it, she was wearing the leather harness, the straps crisscrossing her beautiful body, her breasts, over her belly, framing her navel. “Then let’s hope the lights don’t go out.”
Raffaelo and Tommaso, both gaping at her, moved towards her, and she kissed them while they stripped off, dropping to her knees and sucking each of their cocks in turn, just briefly, before Raffaelo picked her up. Tommaso laid back on the desk and she straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke him towards orgasm as Raffaelo plunged into her cunt from behind, fucking her hard as she jerked Tommaso off. Tommaso came on her belly as she cried out her own orgasm, then, swiftly, it was Tommaso inside her as Raff fucked her ass. Raff’s hands were massaging her breasts; Tommaso’s fingers stroking her belly, finger-fucking her navel.
The three of them, fevered and delirious, tumbled to the floor of the office, then Raffaelo was thrusting into her cunt again as she lay beneath him. Tommaso, panting, kissed her mouth and her face, murmuring what he wanted to do to her.
Inca shuddered through another two orgasms before they all took a break. “Wow,” she said, panting for air. “Now, which one of you is going to fuck me against that glass?”
Tommaso sat down at Raffaelo’s desk and grinned at his brother. “It’s your office, brother …”
Raffaelo threw his head back and laughed; Inca had never seen him so laidback and loose. Hardly surprising, given this situation. She kissed him as he took her in his arms. “I like Happy Raff.”
He laughed. “How drunk are you?”
“Very …”
He kissed her, lifting her up and pressing her back against the glass. His cock nudged at her cunt and she smiled. “You’re so hard …”
He thrust hard inside her, and she gasped at the feeling of him. Tommaso was watching, his favorite thing to do while they fucked. Afterward, Raff turned her so her breasts and her belly were pressed up against the glass as he took her from behind. Knowing that any minute the light could change, and a whole club full of people would see them fucking, was thrilling to her.
Eventually, they had to admit exhaustion and, dressing slowly, they decided to walk through the warm night, back up to the villa.
It was nearly dawn before they reached home and, falling into bed, they slept soundly until mid-morning. Inca was in the shower when she heard shouting.
Dressing quickly, she ran to see what was wrong. She heard Tommaso angrily berating someone. “Why did you let him in? What the hell were you thinking?”
Inca saw someone standing a little way down the driveway and she went to Raffaelo. “What is it, Raff? What’s going on?”
