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As the kiss continued, I felt her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my shirt, tracing the contours of my chest, urging me to shed the barriers remaining between us. With a gentle push, I parted her robe, revealing the softness beneath.

She gasped softly, her brown eyes darkened with desire, staring intently into mine. The curve of her body, the delicate skin, it was all a feast for the senses. My hands glided over her form, admiring the softness, the warmth, the undeniable allure of her.

As I deepened the kiss, she responded with a fervor that matched my own. We were two souls, locked in a dance of passion, both seeking the same thing – to lose ourselves in the moment. With gentle hands, she worked on my belt and trousers, bringing me down to just my underwear. Every touch was electric, every breath shared between us was a testament to the tension building.

Her hand slipped under the waistband of my boxer-briefs, taking hold of my stone-solid cock and stroking it slowly, her fingertips teasing my end. I returned the favor, moving my hand between her thighs and teasing her pussy through the thin, soft fabric of her panties.

Lost in our world, it was easy to forget the surroundings. So when the tray laden with food tipped over, crashing onto the floor and spilling its contents, we both jolted back to reality. I gazed down at the mess, a mix of amusement and regret playing on my face.

"Well, that was unexpected," I remarked, a hint of laughter in my voice.

Becca giggled, her cheeks flushed. "I guess we got carried away."

Before either of us could react further, the door to the room swung open, revealing the familiar faces of the Gallo brothers. Vinnie's eyes widened in surprise, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Looks like we missed the breakfast party," he teased.

Archer, ever the gentleman, quickly picked up the overturned tray, while Luke laughed heartily, "Seems like breakfast in bed took a whole new meaning."

The room was filled with a mix of mirth and tension. Becca adjusted her robe with a cheeky grin. "You guys always have impeccable timing," she quipped.

I ran a hand through my hair, somewhat embarrassed but mostly amused. "You could've knocked," I pointed out, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

Vinnie winked. "Where's the fun in that?"

Becca giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, since you guys are here, care to join?" she teased, her tone light and playful.

The Gallo brothers shared a look that made it clear they were down.

And despite my previous misgivings, so was I.

Chapter 17

Vinnie

From the moment I walked into the room and saw Isaac and Becca tangled up with each other, a heat had spread through me, quick and undeniable. She looked both vulnerable and powerfully alluring, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the view, even if Isaac had managed to get there first. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, but there was also an underlying ease – a comfort we'd built over the past two days.

Luke and Archer seemed equally entranced. We exchanged glances, silently communicating our intentions. It felt both exciting and unnerving. As we began to shed our clothes, down to our underwear, a tension filled the air.

Becca's gaze flitted from one of us to another, her lips curled into a sly, teasing smile. "Well, looks like I'm quite the popular girl today," she purred, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

Luke chuckled, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "You have no idea," he responded, shooting her a sultry look.

Trying to navigate the logistics of the situation, I remarked, half-jokingly, "So, any preferences on how to start this dance?"

Becca laughed, "How about I leave that to you guys? I trust you to orchestrate."

Luke stepped forward and tugged the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to drop on the floor at her feet, before Becca stepped out of her panties. She lay back on the bed, her body a canvas of curves and softness, waiting for us to paint our desires. Archer positioned himself between her legs, his gaze intense and focused. She shivered in anticipation.

The rest of us found our spots, our touches and caresses mapping her body, ensuring every inch felt appreciated. The room was filled with soft sighs, gentle moans, and the palpable energy of intertwined desires.

There was a beauty in the intimacy we were sharing. It was raw and uninhibited. It was more than just physical; it was about trust, connection, and the thrilling unknown of what lay ahead.

Seeing Archer work his magic on Becca, watching his tongue dancing on the pink, glistening line of her pussy, hearing her gasps and moans, stirred something primitive and raw inside me. It was mesmerizing to watch, and even more so as Becca’s wandering hand sought me out, her fingers teasing the waistband of my underwear before venturing further. I felt my body respond almost instantly. The sensation of her fingers around my hardness, coupled with the sight before me, was a heady mix.

As she took me in her hand, our eyes met. A fire burned in her gaze, a challenge, a tease. I couldn’t help but smirk. “Enjoying yourself?” I whispered huskily, my voice tinged with the effort of maintaining control.

Becca responded by shifting, bringing her lips dangerously close to me. The sensation of her breath, warm and shaky, sent a shiver down my spine. She took her time, teasing and testing, drawing out every moment until I was practically begging for more. Then she wrapped her lips around me, taking me into her mouth.

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