Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(19)

Is this really happening?

I don't even know what to say to that, I just rub my slit brazenly against his fingers. His groan is all the encouragement I need, and I press again, sliding myself against him until the tip of his finger is right there at my entrance.

And then, suddenly, I remember to be afraid. This is going to hurt. I know it is. And even though the lights are off and no one can see me, Roman has got to know. He can probably tell I'm a virgin right now just touching me.

And Alek, behind me? Oh my God, what am I supposed to do with him?? Have I lost my mind? I can feel the hard fist of his cock pushing against the base of my spine. What if he wants to be inside me? Like… Oh my God, do people do that?

Oh my God.

“Marie, you're so tight,” Roman murmurs in my mouth as he is kissing me.

I only nod. I don't know what to say. If I tell them, they’ll probably stop and I don't want them to stop. There is a kind of emptiness inside me that absolutely has to be filled, and quickly.

I reach back with one hand, pulling on Alek. He mouths the outside rim of my ear and the edge of my jaw.

“Now, now, Princess,” he says softly. “I’ve got you. Let’s give Roman what he wants, hm?”

“But you— ” I start.

“Oh, shhh,” he interrupts, moving me back to face Roman. “Little thing like you can’t take us both. Give Roman your mouth, Marie.”

And so, I do. A surge of relief rushes through me as I realize that Alek thought I was offering to do exactly what I was afraid of doing, and he turned me down.

Oh thank God.

I lift my chin and Roman falls against me, his body as thick and heavy as an avalanche. All the air is pressed out of my lungs and I realize I am sucking against him, trying to find my breath in his breath.

Suddenly he pushes himself back off the mattress, leaving me cold. I feel the comforter rocking back and forth as he crawls and hear his feet hit the floor. Before I can ask what I did wrong, I hear his pants drop to the carpet. Alek holds me still, his fingers lightly brushing the curve under my breasts as he waits for his brother to mount the bed again.

Reality floods me. I realize Roman is disrobing and when the bedding shifts again, I know he's coming closer. I know he's naked, and I know he is mine.

A hand curls underneath my right thigh and as Roman is crawling toward me, Alek pulls my legs wide apart. For the millionth time, I am so glad the lights are off. I wouldn't be able to handle this kind of exposure.

He leans on one elbow at shoulder level and puts his mouth close to my hair.

“Marie, I’m going to try to be gentle with you,” he says hotly in my ear. I nod my understanding because I can't even speak right now. “But I'm not sure I can.”

I hold my breath. I’m not sure what that means, and I'm not sure if I'm thrilled or terrified to find out.

Fingers slip against my clit from behind. My hips roll, pushing myself against that warm, wet feeling. I hear Roman move something to his mouth and then there's a small tearing noise. That must be the condom. I listen to him pull it out of his mouth and then feel the motion of his arm as he must be rolling it over the head of his cock.

I want to look so badly. I want to see it, to see what is about to happen. To watch it invade me. But then again, I think maybe I don't want to see it at all.

He shifts his weight again, resting on one forearm next to my shoulder. I’m mostly on my side, but angled back slightly against Alek as though Alek is propping me up.

His thumbs flicker against my nipples and he pushes my breasts together for a moment, kissing the inside of each breast with a tiny, playful bite. His hips rest between my thighs and I feel him thrusting slowly against the sheet, trying out the suspense. Alek continues to rub against me, batting my clit more urgently as my body begins to tremble with anticipation.

“I… I want you,” I say tentatively. I think I’m supposed to say that. More importantly, I don't know how I can stop myself from saying it. I want this. I want to feel the rest of this experience.

He groans again. It sounds like I've wounded him. Without another word, his hand snakes behind my lower back and cups me firmly. He guides himself with his hand and I feel Alek gripping my knee, holding me open. A wide, firm pressure nudges at my opening. With his hand, he slides the head of his cock up and down my furrow, circling it around my clit and making my hips buck over and over again as I blindly seek him. I want this.

“Tell him again, Marie,” Alek whispers in my ear from behind. “Tell him!”

“I— I want you, Roman!”

I lace my fingers behind his neck and pull. I want his mouth on mine. I want to inhale him, to feel him everywhere inside me. As he pushes harder and harder, I feel a stretching, a strange rearrangement of things that were barriers turning into things that are portals. My body naturally opens up, widens, welcomes him.