I push up off the floor and climb on the bed. This time he crawls on it with me, watching me. He looks so goddamn scary as he climbs toward me, his shirt hanging open, his cock out and ready. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
His gaze leaves my eyes, raking over my body once more, then he spreads my legs, and with a thrust of his powerful hips, buries himself inside me.
“Oh, God,” I say on a gasp, reaching a hand above my head, reaching for something to ground me. But there’s nothing, only Adrian.
Only Adrian. As he pulls his cock out and slams it back inside of me, only seems the least fitting word I could possibly use. There’s nothing only about this—he’s filling me up, not just physically, but my senses are about at capacity, too. Watching this brutal, dangerous man fuck me is among the sexiest things I’ve encountered.
“Oh, God, Adrian.” My eyes roll back and I clutch the bed sheets with one hand, reaching for him with the other.
He swats my hand away, then reconsiders, grabbing my hand and positioning it on my own breast. “Touch yourself.”
So I do. As my body lurches with the force of his cock furiously pounding between my legs, I play with my own breasts, brushing my own thumbs across my nipples, staring into Adrian’s stormy eyes all the while. As if it pisses him off, he thrusts harder to punish me, but the joke’s on him, because I like that.
He pulls out now, and I don’t like that. Before I can get worried, though, his hands brush my legs, encouraging me as they approach my hips.
“Turn over,” he says.
So I turn over, push up to my hands and knees. I’m facing no one in this position—Mateo’s wing chair.
“No,” Adrian says, touching my hip to guide me. “Face him.”
I glance back at him, alarmed, but he merely raises an eyebrow in challenge.
Swallowing, I rotate until I’m facing Mateo. This is going to be a whole new thing, watching him while his best friend fucks me. I’m not sure I’m ready for it, but Adrian apparently is, because he climbs up behind me, hands on my hips, and before there’s time for second thoughts, he pushes his hard cock back inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, falling forward on the bed.
One of Adrian’s hands leaves my hip to grab my hair, forcing my head up, making me watch Mateo. This is wildest thing I’ve ever done, hands down, but as I hold Mateo’s molten gaze, as Adrian’s cock batters the walls of my pussy, shameful pleasure swirls inside me. Holy shit.
“Adrian.” I moan. I pant. I want him to fuck me harder, Faster. I want more, more, more.
“Goddammit, Mia,” he mutters, as if annoyed, but he fucks me harder. Furiously. My gaze jumps from Mateo to Meg, and god, she’s so turned on, too.
I know Adrian wants me to watch Mateo, but I can’t focus on anything anymore. My orgasm is so close I feel like I may explode, and I clench my hands in the bed sheets, pushing my hips back to meet his every thrust.
Pleasure erupts like a volcano inside me, pouring hotly through every inch of my body. I cry out, loudly, arching my back even as he keeps fucking me. “Oh, god, Adrian.”
He grabs my hair again. “Keep fucking taking it.”
Somehow still riding the wave of pleasure, I nod furiously, my greedy pussy taking every inch of his cock as many times as he’ll give it to me.
Until he comes, groaning, and finally the fight goes out of him. Finally he collapses on the bed next to me, both of us limp.
A minute passes—a relaxing, incredible moment—before Mateo says, “Come here, Mia.”
My arms are still a little shaky as I push up to look at him, momentarily uncertain, now that the sex is over.
His brown eyes are heated though. I can still feel Adrian between my legs as I approach Mateo, and for a split second, I wish they could’ve both had me. Being fucked at the same time by the two most dangerous men in the Morelli family? Yes, please.
I crawl closer to Mateo, unsure. Somehow despite the orgasm I’m barely recovered from, the desire in his eyes sends excitement coursing through me.
“My turn,” he says.
Oh, my god, what?
Amusement flits across his face, seeing the stunned look on mine, then he says, “Suck my cock, Mia.”
My gaze darts over to Meg, confused, uncertain. Meg nods her encouragement and my stomach bottoms out. “Seriously?”
“Go for it,” she says, almost amused. “This is fun.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. Dragging his pants down his hips, I toss them onto the floor and greedily bend to take his cock in my mouth. It’s so strange to know Adrian’s was there only moments before, but somehow that only makes it hotter.