SOPHIA
Ican’t believe we’re staying longer. I’m never this spontaneous. And on top of that, I feel like I’m being rewarded by getting even more out of Italy than I expected. We all agree to take thirty minutes to get ready with whatever we need before going out, which means calling my dad. I think we’re about seven hours ahead of New York, so I decide to call him.
He answers on the third ring. “Miles Langston.”
“Hi, Daddy.” I greet.
“Baby girl!” He booms. “Getting homesick already?”
I know he means like I used to on sleepovers. The girls always made fun of me for it when we were kids. I smile softly. Of course, he remembers that. He was always the one sent to get me since my mom was sure I just needed to get over it and power through. That one night of discomfort would push me outside of my comfort zone for good.
“I wanted to tell you that we’re going to stay longer. Is that okay? How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay, hon. You guys inspired me to take a few days off, so I’m going to relax at home. I’ll be fine, and I want you to have fun.”
“Thanks, dad.” I smile. “I’ll take a lot of pictures for you.”
“I appreciate it. Make sure the guys know to watch out for you. As much as I trust you, people are unpredictable, and all of them have … experience.”
“I know, dad.”
As if summoned by his words, Roman opens my door softly. I feel my cheeks heat just being near him while talking to my dad. Then Gunner comes in as well, and my body is in overdrive. I’ve only been alone with them while we’ve been here. One at a time, even if it’s succession.
“Did you hear me, baby girl?”
“Trust the guys,” I whisper even though I was only half listening.
Roman winks at me, and Gunner sits by my side. I almost gulp, feeling guilty and naughty all at once. If only my dad knew exactly how much I trust them. I clear my throat. “We’re getting ready to go out, Dad. I should go.”
“Alright. If you get scared or want to talk, I’m here. I promise to answer the phone, even if I’m asleep.” He says in a low voice. “I love you, kiddo.”
“I love you too,” I say to my knees.
I hang up and look between the guys. Being around the whole group is easy. I can almost forget how much I want them all. One at a time is harder because there’s so much to learn about each of them, not to mention the near-constant lust that begs for release. But two is a fantasy that’s almost impossible to ignore. My mind tries to run right off the tracks, and it makes even speaking hard.
“Are you two collecting me for our outing?”
“Sure.” Gunner gives me a wicked smile, then strokes down my back.
Roman lifts my chin and practically pulls me to my feet. He licks across my lips. “Do you want to head out right away?”
Fuck no. Not with both of them here. Roman takes my silence with a slow spreading smile, then kisses me hard and hungry, eagerness spreading from him to deep in my core as he devours my mouth. I clutch at his shirt, needing a way to hold on, especially considering Gunner’s rubbing my thighs under my dress, higher and higher until he smacks my ass.
I gasp and turn to look at him, letting Roman take advantage of my throat. Is it possible to have enough of these men? Ever? I groan as Roman nips and licks across my throat, one hand pushing down the sleeve of my dress so he can reach in and cup my breast. His hands are greedy, squeezing and massaging me until I’m basically made of jello.
Gunner drags my thong down my legs, then stands behind me. I’m crushed between them, every inch of my body on fire as they touch me. Gunner rubs my clit slowly while kissing the other side of my neck.
His soft groan is so sexy. Roman claims my mouth in a torturously slow, deep kiss that threatens my knees. I don’t even know if I’m breathing anymore. I’m dizzy and overwhelmed, aching. My legs shake, and Gunner pushes two fingers into my pussy.
I groan and rub myself down on his hand. He chuckles. “So eager, sweets.”
“Always for you.” My eyes stay on Roman as I say it.
He grins and guides my hand to his cock, like he’s won a victory in that comment alone. “Always?”
“Always.” I parrot back to him.
“You’re insatiable.” Gunner moans, continuing with the rapid pace of his fingers.
My mouth parts in an ‘O’, and Roman watches me with hungry expectation. Roman tugs on my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “If only we had the time.”
“Massimo said today is ours, so…” I manage to get out before another moan tears through me.
Gunner pants. “So fucking wet.”
My pussy squeezes around Gunner’s fingers as he hits a spot so perfect. I swear I see fireworks even with my eyes open. Roman’s breath brushes my face. “We still have plans, and you didn’t come fast enough, Bambina.”
Gunner jerks his hand away and pulls me back towards him as I continue rubbing Roman’s cock through his pants. Roman groans and Gunner’s fingers brush across my lips. His breath against my ear sends ripples of anticipation down my spine.
“Open for me, sweets.”