Entrapment (Morelli Family 7.5)

A lazy smile stretches across Adrian’s face as he looks down at me. A desperate, answering need coils through me. I tug at my arms again, but of course Mateo’s grip is firm. My pussy throbs at the denial. I writhe, needing one of them to touch me.

Adrian tugs his shirt off and tosses it on the floor, then comes down on top of me. When his mouth closes around my hardened nipple, I arch closer, moaning. I try to get my hands free again. I know it’s pointless, I know Mateo won’t let go, but I can’t help the urge to try.

“Nice try,” Mateo murmurs, before burying his face in my neck.

This is heaven. My hips rock forward against Adrian, my pussy demanding attention. His mouth moves to my other breast, lavishing the same attention there he showed the first. He plants one hand on my hip and lets the other drift down the curve of my abdomen. His hand drifts between my legs and he pushes two fingers inside of me. I moan, half frustrated, half with pleasure. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. I need his cock.

“We need to switch positions,” Mateo states, glancing at Adrian.

Adrian’s gaze flicks to Mateo’s, but he looks a bit reluctant. Switching positions puts Mateo between my legs, Mateo fucking me, and Adrian wants to do it himself. Regardless, this is ultimately his game, so we play by Mateo’s rules. Adrian’s hands skim my thighs one last time. I feel an uncharacteristic spike of regret, but then Mateo moves between my legs and it swiftly dissipates. I could never feel regret about my wonderful husband fucking me, even if I wanted to play with Adrian tonight.

“Having fun?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with tenderness.

I smile, nodding my head.

“Kneel beside the couch,” he tells Adrian. “Kiss her.”

He must be as hungry for me as I am him, because Adrian doesn’t hesitate to lean in, anchoring his weight on the couch beneath me, and claiming my lips in another crushingly tender kiss. God, I love his kisses. I need more of them.

I gasp into his mouth as Mateo’s mouth latches onto my pussy. With Mateo between my legs, my hands are free now so I wrap them around Adrian, holding him close as he kisses me between my moans of pleasure. Two fingers slide inside me as Mateo works my clit with his skillful tongue. I break away from Adrian’s mouth, writhing helplessly. “Fuck.”

Adrian gives me a break for a moment, his eyes raking over my body. He watches Mateo between my legs for a moment, watches the desperate way I respond, my back arching, my body twisting, seeking out pleasure Mateo is already giving me. Adrian’s big hands come to cup my breasts. He squeezes, then runs his palms roughly over my nipples. I shudder with pleasure, every nerve in my body humming.

This is heaven and hell all at once.

“Adrian,” I say, moaning and reaching for him.

With a low growl, he crushes his lips against mine again, more demanding than tender this time. I cling to his body, my life raft in this tumultuous storm. Since my husband excels at getting me off, his skilled mouth brings me to another earth-shattering orgasm. Adrian holds me as pleasure courses through my body, dropping light kisses along my jawline.

I am boneless when Mateo’s done with me. I lie there panting, trying to catch my breath.

Mateo climbs off the couch. Adrian looks up at him. With a generous, sweeping motion, Mateo indicates the couch. “Go ahead. Finish her off.”

“What?” Adrian asks.

“Huh?” I murmur, trying to lift my head, but it’s impossible. I turn it instead.

Mateo’s lips curve up in a lazily amused fashion. “Fuck my wife.”

I cover my face with my hands as interest stirs between my legs, impossibly enough. “Oh, God.”

Adrian does not wait to be told twice. He stands, shoving his pants off entirely. My eyes drift from his muscular thighs to the thick, hard cock hanging between them. I only get a moment to admire the naked, masculine beauty of him, then he climbs back on the couch and wrenches my legs apart. His eyes meet mine, molten with desire. Nervous flutters fill my stomach as his hand moves to his cock and he guides it between my legs. I feel the head of him breach my entrance. He holds my gaze as he eases in about an inch and pauses. Then, without further ado, he thrusts forward and buries himself inside me.

“Oh, God,” I moan, reaching for the arm of the couch above me.

Adrian draws his hips back and thrusts forward, filling me full of his cock again. It feels so good, I could die. I lock eyes with Mateo. It’s surreal for a split second, seeing him standing there, watching as someone else fucks me. Even if it’s Adrian, it’s bizarre to have a thick cock pushed inside me over and over while my husband watches, his gaze hot with interest.