All Wrapped Up (3 page)

And then she was gone. Luca separated us and scooped Rachel into his arms. “You sit over there.” He gestured toward the chair I'd previously occupied. “I need to fuck Rachel now.”

My knees threatened to give out completely at his words. Commanding Luca was hot beyond reason.

“Okay.” I did as directed. He gave me no other choice.

Luca laid Rachel on the bed, but kept his gaze locked on mine. “How do you want me to take her? With her on her back? Or from behind? Should I fuck her mouth? What do you want to see, Mari?”

Jesus. My brain blitzed through his suggestions and shorted out. I was unable to answer.

“Mari.” Luca spoke softly, his hands stroking over Rachel's body as he waited for me to direct him.

“On her back,” I finally said. Luca started to move into position, obscuring my view of his face. “No. I want to see your eyes.”

He turned to me with a wicked smile. “Of course.”

They repositioned themselves until Rachel lay on her back with her head at the foot of the bed. Her hair draped over the edge like a silky veil. She lifted her hips to help Luca remove her panties, but she kept her shoes on.

“One second.” Luca stood and removed his own pants and underwear, then took a condom from the bedside table. I gripped the arms of the chair tight, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the hard wood as I watched with anticipation.

He stared at me as he worked the sheepskin into position, pumping his fist lightly up and down the length of his cock. This part was harder than I’d thought it would be. I didn't mind the thought of him fucking Rachel. That made me hot beyond belief. But watching him stroke himself even harder without being able to touch him was absolute torture. I wanted to feel him pulse beneath my touch, feel his cock as he slid it smooth and easy into me. Or maybe he'd slam it hard and fast. I didn't care. I just wanted to be filled.

I whimpered and he smirked, but didn't stop stroking his cock. Rachel tipped her head back to look at me. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth and flattened her palms against the bed at her side. She was ready.

“Relax and let him take care of you.” Before I finished speaking, Luca positioned his body over Rachel's and pressed his cock to her opening. She bent her legs and let herself open, exposing her cunt fully.

Luca eased his hips forward with a look of extreme concentration on his face. He held himself back, going slower than he wanted. Rachel gasped and arched into him. Suddenly, my position in the chair wasn't good enough. I wanted to be close enough to watch as he penetrated her, I wanted to see his cock slide into her pussy. I forced myself to stay still. I wanted to watch this play out and Luca might stop if I didn’t stay where he told me to.

When he bottomed out inside of her, they both groaned together. Luca watched me carefully as he dropped his weight, pinning Rachel to the mattress with his hips. She wrapped her legs around him and he thrust forward harder. She groaned and grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Are you ready?” Luca asked me, but Rachel nodded and scratched at his shoulders, her nails digging in and leaving long red stripes on his skin. I wondered how I would feel when I saw the evidence of this encounter on his body the next day.

I slipped my legs apart, propping one foot up on the seat and spreading the other wide. I exposed myself fully to Luca's view. And Rachel's if she decided to look, but she was pretty occupied with Luca thrusting easily between her legs. I could probably set off a bomb next to her head and she wouldn't notice. Luca rendered me oblivious every single time, so I understood how she felt.

Luca held my gaze longer than I expected, then finally lowered his eyes and took in the view of my very wet pussy. I was still worked up from earlier, and the site of the two of them together was only driving me higher. I dipped a finger into my folds and gathered the moisture there. Luca groaned and followed the movement as I drew my hand to my mouth. I painted my lips, then sucked my finger clean.

“I'm ready.” I smiled at Luca and spread my legs a little wider.

Rachel tipped her head back to see what Luca was staring at and gasped when she saw me. “Oh, God.”

Luca nodded and pushed himself up until he was kneeling. He pulled Rachel's hips to him, lifting her off the bed to meet his thrusts. He held her there, his hands strong against her thighs, and fucked her hard enough to push her across the bed. He pulled her back to meet him on the next stroke and she groaned louder.

“Touch yourself while I fuck her.” Luca snapped his hips, his gaze locked on my cunt. “I want to watch.” His voice was strained, along with the lines of his neck. His abs quivered and I knew he was getting close.

“Yes.” My belly flared with heat at his command and I immediately dropped my hand to my clit and circled it with my fingertips. There was no point in delaying my orgasm, so I drove myself hard and fast, moving and pushing with precision. My body drew tighter with every thrust of Luca's cock into Rachel.

She stared at me, watching as I held myself open for Luca, her eyes darkened with desire and she begged Luca to fuck her harder. Luca licked his lips, adjusted his grip, and drove himself into her with such force that I felt it across the room.

“Touch her clit,” I said. Luca's hand was in motion before I finished the sentence. He twisted his hand to position his fingers on her clit as he continued to thrust hard and deep. I knew from experience that his touch would be jerky and uncontrolled, with so much pressure it bordered on pain. The grimace on Rachel's face confirmed my thoughts. Luca flexed his wrist, sliding his fingers over her clit with the same power and rhythm to match his cock penetrating her cunt.

My body tensed and coiled at the same time as Rachel's, and when she grabbed Luca's arm to hold him “right there” with a moan, I came apart. Every piece of me that used to be attached and solid dissolved under my own touch as I watched Luca fuck Rachel. They both stared at me the whole time.

Rachel's body quaked as she moaned, “Fuck yes.” Then she went completely lax, a languid, satisfied look in her eyes.

Luca thrust a few more times, then came with a grunt. He pumped his hips reflexively, milking the last of his orgasm before collapsing on top of Rachel.

It was not the best orgasm of my life, nowhere near the experience of Luca inside me driving my body to release, but the whole experience was so sexy I knew I'd repeat it in an instant. There was so much more I wanted to do to--and with--Rachel, so many more things I wanted to demand that Luca do to her, but she looked out for the count.

He pulled out and climbed off her and she remained limp in the middle of the bed, a small happy smile on her face. She looked ready to drift to sleep and that was okay with me. I was more than happy to take up where Luca and I left off.

Chapter 3

Luca saturated the bath sponge and held it out of the water, letting it drip onto my chest. He reclined behind me, with my back to his chest. The water had cooled considerably while we were busy with Rachel, but Luca had freshened it and pulled me into the bath with him.

Rachel slept through all of it. It'd been too long since she'd had a decent orgasm and Luca had knocked her out completely. He was far too satisfied over the whole thing, too. He would no doubt be insufferable for weeks.

“How do you feel?” Luca kissed the side of my head and hugged me briefly. Then he resumed soaping my body casually, letting his hands drift over me as they wanted.

“About what?” I sank into him, enjoying the feel of his soap slicked hands against my skin. I willed myself not to tense. There was no reason to assume he was talking about moving in together.

“About all of this.” He gestured toward the bed.

I laughed and clenched my thighs, the residual orgasm high still vibrated inside me. “I thought I demonstrated how I felt earlier.”

Luca kissed my neck in
that
spot, his mouth stretched into a smile. “No, you showed me how your body reacted. How do you
feel
about it?”

“Oh, you mean other than the awesome orgasm?” He picked the strangest times to talk about our feelings. “I feel fine.” I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Maybe I was expected to be jealous and start crying or perpetrating random acts of violence against him.

“It doesn't bother you at all?”

I turned until I was facing him with our chests pressed together. Water sloshed over the edge with the movement. I looked into his eyes carefully. I wanted to see what he was feeling, and let him see me at the same time.

“It doesn't. At all. Luca, I trust you.” I hadn't planned to say that to him and it came as a bit of a shock when the words came out. But I realized that planned or not, the words were true. I did trust him, and that went beyond just our sexual encounters.

“Yeah?” He kissed me gently, an easy light brush of his lips against mine.

“Yeah. And you trust me. So what's this about?”

“It's just that last time we tried to involve another person, we both shied away from it. This time we dove in head first.”

Last time Luca had arranged for his friend, Richard, to join us. It'd been a surprise for me and came as we were both trying to figure out what we really meant to each other and what those emotions meant to our relationship. It was during the sticky transition from no strings to strings.

“We weren't ready then.” Richard was incredibly sexy and I'd immediately pictured him on top of me when Luca introduced him. I'd assumed at the time that we would eventually get around to revisiting an encounter with him, but it hadn't happened yet.

“No.” Luca washed his hands over my back, dropping lower and lower until he cupped my ass with his fingers curled into the crack. The man loved my ass. And I loved him to love my ass, so it worked. “Were we this time?”

“I think so.”

Luca's fingers dug in and he squeezed my ass, separating the cheeks. Hot water sloughed into the crevice and washed over me. I squirmed against him, moaning lightly in approval. It seriously didn't matter how often, or how recently, I got off. With Luca I always wanted more. Luca's cock twitched and lengthened. I rose up and let it move naturally until it lay against his stomach between us. When I resumed my position, I pressed my body tight against his, then slid up and down.

“You're ready again.” Luca observed, his mouth quirked into a half smile.

“I'm always ready for you.”

Luca squeezed my ass and lifted me up until he was able to press his mouth to mine. He slipped his tongue between my lips as I groaned my approval.

“How would you feel about doing it again?” Luca lifted me even higher until my ass was high above the water line and my cunt was positioned over his cock. He held me in place and wouldn't let me drop onto him. I moved my hips and he hissed, his grip on my slick skin slipping slightly. He caught me before I could take him in fully. He dug his fingers into my ass with one hand and spanked me hard and fast with the other. “Be good.”

I whimpered. The sting of his hand against my ass was sharp and unexpected. It made me even wetter and I wanted him to do it again. I was tempted to pull out of his grip and drop onto him completely. If I did, he would do one of two things, fuck me relentlessly, or bend me over the edge of the tub and spank me until I couldn't sit.

We hadn't experimented much with the lines between pleasure and pain, but what little we had done taught me that my body responded readily. I liked the crispness of being disciplined. It’d made me come like crazy on the few occasions when we had indulged.

Before I could decide, Luca's hand was back in place on my hip, holding me firm. “I asked you a question.” His voice held a hard, dangerous edge. He was in a mood and I fully approved.

“Yes.” I held perfectly still. I wanted him, but I wanted to see where he was going with this even more.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I'd do it again.”

“Good.” Luca pushed me up and spun my body until I was draped over the tub with him rising up out of the water on his knees behind me. He thrust into me before I had a chance to register what he was doing. He set a hard, fast, punishing pace with his bare cock sliding into me over and over. We'd talked about birth control and condoms and agreed that, since I was on the pill, we didn't need to use condoms. And I really liked the feel of him inside me without a barrier between us.

Luca wrapped his fingers into my hair, twisting his hand into a fist and pulling back hard and sharp. “Look,” he commanded, his cock working me so fast that his voice barely penetrated.

Rachel was awake, lying on her side and watching us wide-eyed. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together. Her body was covered with a fine sheen and her lips were parted slightly. Her tongue slipped out to lick at her lip, then disappeared just as quickly.

“Touch yourself,” I told her softly, imploring. It was complete counterpart to Luca fucking me. “Please.”

Rachel groaned and squeezed her tits together. It was a move straight out of a bad porn movie and it was sexy as hell. No wonder those movie producers made the actresses do that.

“Fuck this.” Luca pulled out of me without warning and stood. He hauled me up and out of the water. Two steps later, we were on the bed with Rachel. “Eat her pussy while I fuck you. I want you to know how good a woman tastes.”

Rachel and I both groaned at his words. Fuck if I'd ever even thought about going down on another woman before, but now it was all I wanted. Apparently, we moved too slowly for Luca. He pulled Rachel's legs apart and pushed my head down until my mouth was barely an inch from her pussy. Rachel whimpered and her hands drifted into my hair. Her touch was much gentler than Luca's.

“Taste her.” Luca positioned himself behind me. His cock was so hard I could feel him twitch at the edge of my opening.

I rested my hands on the insides of Rachel's thighs. The skin there was creamy and smooth and unlike anything I'd felt before. I touched gently, sliding my hands to get used to the texture.

“Please.” Rachel lifted her hips slightly.

“Do it.” Luca nudged my backside and I fell forward. I licked my lips and really thought about the moment we were caught in. Odds were pretty low that I'd ever find myself in this exact position again. And I really, really wanted to just slip my tongue out and lap up what Rachel so generously offered. But what would this do to our friendship? I'd asked myself that question more than once, but obviously not enough to make me stop.