Alessandro paused and pulled off of me. I whimpered at the loss of his perfect mouth wrapped around my dick.
“Are you okay with this?” Alessandro asked her. Maybe that’s where I went wrong all those years ago. The tenderness and care in his question nearly broke my heart. I kept throwing Alessandro into situations, hoping he’d join in. Hoping he’d fall for someone. Not once did I ever ask if he was okay, and I was thankful he had the care and insight to ask Grace. Maybe there was hope for the three of us. I needed to not be such a selfish bastard.
“Why do you think I took a forty-five minute shower?” Grace asked with a wink. “I was hoping I’d get the pleasure of walking in on this. He needed it. Are you okay with me watching?” she asked while spreading her thighs and sinking a finger down her stomach and between her legs.
“I haven’t stopped you before,” Alessandro teased. “Suppose it would be silly to start now.”
Then, he winked. My serious, no-nonsense man winked.
People really did change.
“What is happening?” I asked in disbelief. Was it wrong to doubt this moment? I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to ruin this perfect moment, for the Ringleaders to take them away.
Alessandro smirked. “What’s happening, is I’m going to fuck you until you’re you again. And Grace is going to watch. And you’re going to not think about anything but how good it feels to have me worship your cock.”
“Damn,” Grace murmured. I glanced at her and watched as the towel fell open and she circled her clit with the tip of her middle finger.
Oh fuck.
Alessandro then went back to licking and sucking and deep throating my cock. I gripped his hair again and encouraged him to keep going. I needed this. We all needed this. Grace looked like a goddess sitting on that cheap motel chair. Her newly dyed hair framed her face. The towel had fallen completely open, and her large breasts were on full display. She was breathing heavily as she worked her clit.
Alessandro pulled away with a groan. “I need to be inside of you. Right fucking now,” he growled before jerking off his pants and ripping his shirt off. Grace moaned. I stared hungrily at the chiseled man in front of me. His muscles were flexed. There was a sheen of sweat on his olive skin that called to me. I wanted to run my tongue along his body and taste the need rolling off of him.
“Get up,” Alessandro demanded.
“No,” I replied. It was fun being the brat for once. I wanted to see how far he would take this. I wanted him to yank my control from my fingers.
Alessandro grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to a standing position. He grabbed my throat and squeezed lightly. His gray eyes flared with anger and lust. “I’m really going to enjoy this,” he said before capturing my mouth with a demanding kiss. His teeth sunk into my bottom lip, breaking the skin and drawing blood. He squeezed lightly, threatening my pulse with the tips of his fingers. I wanted to fight him off and also give in.
“Oh fuck,” Grace said.
I reached out to grab Alessandro’s cock, but he pushed me away. “You don’t touch me until I say you can,” he growled before spinning me around and slamming me into the mattress. I was bent with my ass in the air and my palms against the comforter.
I watched Alessandro out of the corner of my eye as he spit into his palm and rubbed it along me. “You’re gonna feel so fucking tight for me,” he cooed before pressing his pulsing, hard cock against me. Long, thick, and so fucking hot. Shit. I needed him so badly. He fingered my needy hole, smearing his spit around it with delicate precision until I was good and prepped. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I admitted.
Reaching around, he grabbed my dick and started stroking it. My heart was pounding through my chest. “You better fucking scream my name when you come, Nix,” Alessandro said through clenched teeth. He let go of my dick to grip my hips, then pushed into me from behind. We both groaned in unison.
“Fuck.” The invasion was hard and punishing. I stretched and burned. It was a fullness I craved with every part of me. I felt impaled and whole all at once. “I love you, Nix,” Alessandro whispered before easing out, then pushing deeper. “Stroke your beautiful cock while I fuck you.”
I reached down and did as he asked, squeezing and pumping myself as he slid in and out. I loved the way Alessandro hissed in pleasure. I loved the grunts and curses escaping his cruel lips. “I love you too,” I whispered.
Grace cried out, her raspy voice harsh and unforgiving. I turned my head to watch her ride a wave of pleasure. Her head was tipped back. Her eyes rolled as she massaged her clit. She looked like a fucking ravenous angel. She came like it was a precious gift, savoring every last drop of bliss until there was nothing left. I almost came. “It better be my name on those lips,” Alessandro reminded me as I watched Grace stare hungrily at us. I knew why he needed my undivided attention, and I wanted to give it to him, but half of my soul was in the room, too.
“Alessandro,” Grace whispered with a sly smile before rubbing herself again. Greedy girl wanted another orgasm. Alessandro stalled, shocked that she said his name.
He picked back up, this time more punishing than before. I was so fucking close. I took every fucking hard inch of Alessandro. I owned his cock. I held on to it as he rocked back and forth against me. His strong hands squeezed my ass as he moved. “You’re mine,” Alessandro gritted. “Mine. Every part of you that you hate,
