Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(66)

Well it looks like he's going to do something. His features are twisted with what looks almost like pain, but as my fingers finally make contact with his skin, I can see why. He's trembling, shaking all over like a barely contained explosion. Instantly I am overwhelmed with sympathy. He must really be trying to hold himself together, and I find myself desperate to reassure him.

As though I've done it a thousand times, my body just slides up next to him and I cup his cheek in my palm. For a moment he looks startled and then softens and I place my lips against his, just barely touching.

My fingers find their way naturally. I curl my hand around his thick member, tasting the groan that slides over his tongue as I finally touch him. He is velvety and firm, bumpy with veins that slip just under the skin.

“That's it, that's it,” Alek coos into my ear as he slides up behind me. I feel his fingers drag along the back of my thighs and my knees open automatically. His breath hisses between his teeth as his hand moves gently between my legs, opening me again like a long-withheld wedding present.

Closing my eyes, I try to focus on Roman’s sex even as his tongue begins to press against my teeth, opening my mouth. Just when I think it's too much, I can't manage all the sensations at once, I feel his fingers over the back of my hand, guiding me.

Firmly, he takes my palm against the base of his shaft and directs my hand gently, swiftly to the tip. I circle my thumb around his sensitive opening and relish the sound of his gasp before his hand pushes mine back down to the base.

When his hips buck, thrusting against me as I am handling him, I feel an eruption of pride and joy in my heart. I am really doing it. I’m stroking this beast of a man... this huge, complicated, terrifyingly dangerous man. My monster.

And he loves it. His body is rocking and undulating against me, just with the now-effortless stroking of my tiny palm against his huge cock. I feel absolutely triumphant.

And then I'm suddenly weightless. I fall against Alek’s hand as he abruptly pushes me to the bed, half on my side, flipping over to the front of me like a gymnast and hooking my knee over his shoulder. Simultaneously Roman lets go of my mouth and kneels at my shoulder level.

Now I can see him, his throbbing member just inches from my face. I stop moving for just a moment but I can sense the trembling need in his body and I have to continue. I have to satisfy him; it is the only thing that I can think of.

My fingers find a way to continue their piston-like motion, stroking him from the base to the tip with my thumb dragging along the sensitive seam underneath him.

“Open your mouth,” someone says, I don't even know who. I let my jaw fall open and Roman pushes his hips closer to me. At the same time, Alek nudges my thigh over his ear and drags his lips across the ridge of my hip. My breath squeezes out in a gasp as I feel his teeth nibbling gently at the tender swell of my inner thigh.

“Don't stop, Marie, don't stop!”

I can't stop. As I open my mouth, Roman pushes the purple-rose head of his cock closer just as Alek’s tongue swipes the length of my moist seam. Tentatively, I swirl my tongue around the tip, relishing the sound of the groan that that seems to come from both brothers at once.

Experimentally, I swirl my tongue again but harder this time, and they both groan again. I can feel the vibration in Alek’s mouth as it’s pressed against my nether lips.

And now I know for certain. They're connected. What I do to Roman, Alek can somehow feel. And then he transfers the sensation to me with his fingers, with his mouth. The three of us are joined together completely in a triangle of sensation where every point is an electrifying union    .

Roman’s fingers plunge into my hair and he commands me closer. His cock jams against the roof of my mouth and I flat my tongue, pushing hard against him, squeezing with my hand at the base and pumping firmly. Alek moans deeply and mashes his face into my sex.

Before I know what's happening, we're all rocking together, Roman plunging into my mouth as Alek plunges into my pussy. All three of us together, swelling and undulating like an ocean wave, moving like a machine that was made to do only this.

When Roman begins to thrust harder against me, I squeeze with both my hands, pulling against him, milking him. I want to taste this. I want him to relieve all the stress and tension of his body into me. Automatically I lock my ankles behind Alek’s shoulders and urge him closer to me too. I want to be overwhelmed by this, overtaken. I want to give myself to them utterly, shamelessly.

And I do. I feel my orgasm begin as a small series of discrete explosions that quickly turn into a huge eruption of fireworks. Roman mounts my face with his knees on either side of my shoulders and pins me back to the bed, hammering himself into me in three short bursts and tearing the bedsheets next to my head, roaring. Alek groans as well, moaning into my sex as I orgasm in a bright, overwhelming display of fireworks that leaves us all breathless.