Page 83 of Loving Lucia

I shudder when I feel Victor’s cock twitching inside my mouth. He has to be close.

But I falter, too, when I realize that means I’ll be tasting cum.

Victor tugs on my hair. “Do you want me to come in your mouth or on your face?” He huffs a small laugh. “Better decide quickly.”

“Lucia’s gonna swallow every drop,” Angel brags, and I can almost feel those full lips around my own cock, throat working as she drains me dry… “Ungh, come on, Princess, or you’re gonna lose this bet.”

Whatever she does has him groaning in earnest, and I work harder to bring Victor to climax. But I have to pull back to tell him my decision that isn’t really a decision. “My face,” I mumble, right as Angel cries out and his entire body shakes with the force of his orgasm.

Fuck. Fuck!

“I already lost, though,” I say, not going back to Victor’s cock.

Victor smiles at me, and something about his smile makes my heart—and cock—flutter.

“Good boy,” Victor murmurs, while he tightens his grip in my hair. It’s like he doesn’t trust me not to move away… which, fair enough.

I close my eyes and listen to the sound of Victor’s hand against his cock, his quickened breathing, and a long, low moan that precedes a sudden shock of warmth hitting my face.

I don’t know how Lucia handles getting come on as much as she does. I try to move away, but Victor keeps his grip tight… and pulls me closer to his cock again. He wipes it along my face, then adds, “Clean me up, Santino.”

I shudder, hesitating for a moment, but he doesn’t stop tugging at my hair until my mouth is pressed against his softening cock. I reluctantly lick his shaft, starting to rid him of all evidence of what I’ve just done.

All evidence except for the cum splashed on my face, which is already starting to dry.

He releases me once he’s satisfied, and I finally open my eyes. I feel a little drunk as I look between him and where Lucia’s curled up on Angel’s lap, his fingers running along her cunt.

“Now it’s time for Lucia’s reward,” Victor says. He slowly guides me toward Lucia. “Make her come, Santino.”

That’s an order I’m happy to obey, and I don’t need Victor to force me closer to Lucia’s cunt. I take a deep breath, enjoying her scent. It’s so familiar, and it’s been far too long since I got to do this for her.

“Keep your hands behind you,” Victor orders, still gripping my hair. “Mouth and tongue only.”

I grumble despite how hot I’m feeling. My cock bounces against my stomach as I lean forward the rest of the way and put my tongue to Lucia’s clit.

“Fuck, he looks hot like that,” Angel says.

I cast my eyes up and see him playing with Lucia’s breast, his mouth against her neck. His other hand is holding her cunt open for me.

I inhale deeply, getting her scent and, a little more uncomfortably, that of Victor’s cum on my face. I ignore it, though, starting to lick at her clit. She moans, writhing on Angel’s lap even as he holds her in place. I feel like a puppet, like both of us are puppets being manipulated by Victor and Angel, but it’s surprisingly hot.

I work my tongue into her, starting to fuck her with it as I nuzzle her, and I’m rewarded by even more of her moans. She’s obviously worked up, slick and ready from more than just the lube I taste from taking her earlier, and I wish I could work my fingers inside of her as well.

I settle for what I can get, and she starts to shudder as she gets closer to climax. It doesn’t take long at all to push her over the edge, and she cries out as she tenses and twitches against me. I keep licking, long enough to get her to beg for me to stop, and I reluctantly pull away.

I want my own climax, now that everyone else has been sated, and I glance up at Angel. Victor’s hand is still in my hair, and I wish I could get him to move it somewhere else.

“It’d be really cruel to leave Saint like this, huh,” Angel says, smirking at me. “You think he deserves to come, Princess?”

Lucia breathes heavily, still coming down from her orgasm, before finally giving me a glassy stare. “Y-yeah. Um… You can…” She glances at Victor, who meets her gaze calmly. “Maybe… Saint can lie across your laps? Victor can give him a handjob while you finger him, Angelo.”

My breath hitches at that, the idea of being surrounded by men while they’re the ones who get me off just a little more than I can handle. But I’m not softening at the idea of it. If anything, my cock pulses, letting me know how urgently I want to come. Even if it means letting them touch me while Lucia looks on.

And the way she looks at me with that heated stare lets me know just how much she’s into it too. She gets off Angel’s lap to make space for me.

Victor releases his hold on my hair at long last, and I shift uncomfortably to lie between them on the couch. Angel grabs the lube, the cap clicking ominously as he flips it open, and he pours some into Victor’s palm before coating his own fingers.

“Hey, you’re doing really well,” Lucia whispers to me. She kneels on the floor so she can look me in the eyes, and that helps a lot. Especially when she leans forward to kiss me, at the same moment as Angel’s fingers start circling my hole.

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