Captivated

In my desire to ogle their chests, and our flight up to the roof, I hadn’t realised they had T-shirts hanging from their jeans pockets. With sly grins on their faces, they covered up. It only made matters worse for my hormones because the T-shirts were so tight, I could see how the material stretched over their perfect chests. Their nipples were hard, poking through the thin covering.

Suddenly, I felt very underdressed and in need of a shower. I headed for the door. Luca was faster and barred my way. Salvatore’s hands came to rest on my shoulders, massaging them. Luca’s warm hands were firmly on my hips, also kneading them. Hell. I was in deep trouble. The sexual tension made my knees weak. Their hands burned right through my clothing, their bodies pressed so close, like they had been when we first kissed. Their throbbing erections teased my already overheated body.

“I… I’ll be back in a minute. Need to have a shower.” The words sounded husky in my own ears.

“Oh, no you don’t, bella. There’s something we need from you first.” Luca’s mouth was bent to mine, his whiskers and breath teasing my lips.

“What?” I squeaked.

“Our good morning kiss, of course,” Salvatore whispered behind me as one of his hands moved to my hair, brushing it over my shoulder.

Salvatore’s mouth descended to where my neck joined my shoulder. His hands went to my waist, gripping me firmly and holding me in place between them. He began to kiss and lick lazy circles from my shoulder, up to my ear, and back down again. I moaned my appreciation, leaning over to give him easier access. Luca’s mouth was on mine now, kissing me over and over, growling his impatience to enter my mouth. I opened my mouth to him, hardly prepared for the way his tongue dominated mine.

Luca’s hands were just below his brother’s, also pinning me in place. I was drunk on the desire I experienced, my sex weeping continually as two sets of hands, two mouths, and two erections tortured my body. When I attempted to shift position, they growled. My breasts ached, my nipples so hard and hot they were painful. My clit felt way too big.

It was then I realised I was rubbing my body shamelessly between them. Jesus, I was so turned on. My mind screamed that I needed to put space between us. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. I was their prisoner, captivated by their lust and need of me. Two hands headed up my sides until they hovered on the underside of my breasts. I wanted them to take my breasts and tease them.

As one, they moved away from me. The room was full of our ragged breathing. I leaned against the door and slithered to the ground, my legs so weak they couldn’t hold me up. Luca and Salvatore looked down at me. Both sets of pupils had darkened so much that I could no longer see the colour of their irises. My gaze wandered from one crotch to the other. A low wail of need came from me.

“My body. What have you done to my body?” I whimpered, still unable to stand.

“Sorry, Angelina, but we want you so much and our willpower is getting weaker the more time we spend around you.” The pain and guilt in Luca’s expression made me sad.

“Luca is right. We know you’re a virgin and need time before we make love. It’s just the pull we have when you’re near to us makes it harder and harder to resist.” Salvatore’s tone was equally remorseful.

“What if I don’t want you to stop? I might be a virgin, but my body has needs too.”

I attempted to get up but needed their help. They walked me to one of the chairs at the kitchen table and sat at either side of me. My gaze stayed on the table, and I picked at a mark on it. Anything to focus on something other than my inflamed body and the sexy guys close to me.

“Say something, Angelina.” Luca’s gentle voice cut through the silence.

I looked up and glanced from one to the other. There was tenderness in their eyes, along with the lust they felt for me.

“I have no idea how a woman feels when she has one man. This bond the three of us have scares me. You make me want to rip my own clothes off and beg you to take me. And yet…” Words failed me, and I shrugged.

They came close to me. Two hands stroked my hair, making me want to purr my contentment.

“And yet you are afraid,” Salvatore finished for me.

“Yes, I guess that’s it.”

“We can smell and taste your desire in the air around us, Angelina. But you still hold back because you are not completely ready. That, we understand.”

“Luca’s right. We will wait until you are ready for us. You are close, and I don’t think it’ll be long.”

Their honest statements calmed me. It would have been so easy for them to just take what they wanted. They didn’t though, and that was what made me begin to fall in love with them. A growling stomach made us all laugh.

“I’m going to shower and dress. Then I’ll make us breakfast. How does that sound?” I asked, already rising from my seat.

“Perfect,” they declared.