Chapter 155: You Were So Hot
Chapter 155: You Were So Hot
Camilla
I woke up this morning to the sight of Gregorio between my legs, licking me to orgasm and smiling as I cried out his name. His hair was messy, his eyes were bright and his damn perfect smile brought butterflies to my still sore body. I have never seen my neck yet but I have never had so many scratches and buries and hickeys as I do now.
I looked like l was attacked by an animal when in reality it was really just him, the dopey face who had gone from comforting to dominant to sweet, all in a matter of a few hours.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, slowly crawling up my body and forcing my thighs to part around him. Even that movement made me ache but it was in the most delicious way.
"Mhmm," I hummed sleepily, rubbing my eyes before meeting his gaze.
"But I also feel like I just ran a marathon."
I was surprised at how happy I was from something as simple as waking up beside him in the morning but it was a treat I could most definitely get used to.
"Yes?" He said, kissing my cheek before flipping me onto my stomach.
"Let me help you with that, sweetheart."
I couldn't tell what he was doing when I felt his weight leave the bed but I was too drained to turn my head to see the cause of the small clinking behind me. I found out soon enough anyway when I felt his return, his partially dressed body straddling mine.
"What did you end up thinking about the mirror?" His scratchy morning voice spoke beneath my ear, the next minute the feeling of warm oil being spread onto my back and shoulders.
For a moment, I became so lost in the feeling of strong, steady hands massaging at my tense muscles that I had forgotten to answer the question.
"I liked being able to watch us." I admitted against the pillow, liking that I could still smell him on it.
"It was something I didn't expect to like but I did."
I felt him hummed at my back in response, an amused sound coming from him when I groaned from a particularly sore spot currently being kneaded under his fingers.
"Right there, huh?" He mumbled, laughing and grabbing my hand when I bent it behind me to blindly hit him.
To my dismay, he didn't give it back, instead pinning my arm to rest against my ass. I made another soun as he contacted me to work at that one spot, hating how just a few touches made me feel like mush beneath him.
"I might have to do this more often if you are going to keep sounding like that." He said and though my face is in his pillow, I just knew he was smirking above me.
It was only once he was sure I wasn't going to try and smack him again for his teasing that he let go of my arm, skillfully returning to massaging away the tension in my shoulders, back and legs. He ended with my hands, something I didn't even know could feel good being loosened. By the time he was done with me, I was as limp as I was last night.
"I really did mark you up, didn't I?" He said more to himself than me, his fingers running up and down the bruises he created only hours ago.
"Have you looked in a mirror recently?" I smiled, pushing him off me so I could sit up to look at him.
When I met his eyes, it was clear he hadn't even looked at his body yet but just his marked chest told me how much we enjoyed last night. It was interesting watching him look at the mirror still by the bed and I felt my face flush when a curious smile made its way onto his face. Running his fingers over the scratches across his front from when I was riding his thigh on the couch he then looked at his neck covered in the kisses I had planted both during sex and in the bathtub when he washed me.
It felt like the sight had marked him as my own and I surprisingly felt both pride and possessiveness fill my chest at this reaction. If last night proved anything, it was that while I was his, he was also mine.
"You were so hot." I heard him murmuring to himself and the next second he was on me, pinning my neck to the bed and towering over my body.
I allowed my legs to part for him once again in accommodation, my breathing growing heavy at the sound of his sweats being tugged off and tossed to the side.
By the time we made it downstairs, we had both orgasmed twice more, our bodies finally satisfied and mind sated. I had a strong feeling that he was as addictive as a drug and now that I have a taste of him, there was no going back.
Once again taking the elevator down to the main level, his subtle attempts at distracting me with his touch didn't go unnoticed. It was something all three of them did, I just don't know if they were aware how much it helps to relax me. I was fine within seconds, the doors opening to the sight of two topless, very tattooed men I get to call my boyfriends.
"Good morning," Domenico greeted with a smirk and Adriano's expression mimicking the look but not saying anything.
It made my face flush and my ears go red, unsure of what the smugness was about.
"Hi," I mumbled with a small smile, walking with Gregorio to where they were sitting in the living room, only to find the delicious smell of food was coming from the kitchen. The mostly empty plates across from them indicated they had already eaten a while ago.
"It might be a little cold but we made enough for you both as well." Adriano said and while I moved to get myself some breakfast, Domenico was up and pulling me into his lap before I could take another step.
"I will get the food for you, sweetheart." Gregorio winked and walked off into the kitchen while Adriano pulled my legs to lay over his thighs.
I was more than content with the position, resting my head against Domenico's chest as strong hands slowly ran up and down my legs in a soothing manner. My entire body still felt loose from my massage this morning so this only made me feel even more calm.
"How was your night?" I asked the two of them, my heart racing as Domenico brushes some of my hair back to look at my neck more closely.
Fuck, that is why they were smirking. Not just me but Gregorio as well. We were covered in bruises for their eyes to openly see.
"Quite satisfying actually." Adriano responded, the rough pad of his thumb slowly inching its way to brush along my inner thigh and I squirmed.
"Mhmm, in what way?" I had forgotten how surrounded I could sometimes feel with the three of them together. Never in a bad way but in a way that had my body always responding to their constant dominance.
"Punishing deserving people is always a good reliever for me." He surprised me, my eyes drawing to his knuckles but not seeing any marks of fresh cuts.
I didn't expect this kind of honesty or openness but I suppose they all meant it when they saw they wouldn't lie to me anymore about their other business. They made it as simple as that for me.
"But you are not hurt, though?" I checked, not seeing any bruises along his chest nor the hands that were still on my legs.
He only shook his head and that was enough for me. I was really happy that he has trusted me enough to share that even if it wasn't much spoken in words. It showed progress and it also told me he was beginning to get more comfortable with opening up.
Leaving the conversation at that, my focus shifted to the sight of Gregorio walking over and my stomach rumbling impatiently as a warm plate of food was placed into my hands.
"Eat," he grinned, planting a kiss on my cheeks before taking the chair slightly across from us.
I didn't miss the way his eyes roamed the sight of all three of us, my stretched out body more than anything.
"It is not jealousy, darling." Domenico whispered as Adriano took the plate from me and began to poke at a piece of scrambled egg with the cutlery.
Domenico was right, the emotions flicking in Gregorio's eyes wasn't one of anger, it was of desire. Not knowing what to say, I simply hummed in response, smiling thankfully as Adriano lifted the fork to my mouth. I happily bit off the food, still not fully used to this kind of care but loving it the more.
"So what do you guys have planned for the day?" I asked through bites, slowly waking up as my focus at last began to sharpen.
As Domenico picked off a piece of bacon to snack on, it was Gregorio who responded and placed his plate on the glass table.
"Well that depends." He said, his hand reaching out to toy with the fabric of his shirt I borrowed.
I knew he liked me in his clothes and I liked that they smelled like him.
"On?" I asked, taking the juice Adriano offered into my mouth.
It was a genuine accident when my tongue ran over the pad of his fingers but I knew it was that action that had his eyes darkening.
"Whether you would like to spend the day with us or not." Domenico replied, smiling because he already knew I would miss them.
Don't get me wrong, I need my space just as much as any other person does but I kind of liked getting to do the whole breakfast thing with them as we slowly woke up together. It is the best feeling.
Our agreement outlines that today is my day for me-time but the scary truth is that I don't think I want to leave.
"And what would happen if I decided to stay?" I grinned, turning my head to look into the pair of eyes mirroring mine.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Domenico's lips in response
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