Page 67 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

Her back pressed tightly against my torso, and I let my hands wander, one down to stroke the area right above her slit, and the other up to her throat, where I tightened my grip until her head leaned back against me. I didn’t restrict her air, not yet, but her chest heaved as her breathing sped up and grew ragged.

Lorenzo watched us with narrowed eyes. What was he thinking? He took one step toward us, then two, before lowering his face to Sofia’s and capturing her lips in his.

“Fuuucccccccck,” I said, watching him tease her inches from my mouth, as he nipped hard at her lip, drawing a gasp out of our girl.

“Do you like that, sunshine?” Lorenzo worked his way from her chin to her ear before biting down on her earlobe,heedless of the way his face brushed up against my hand. “Do you like it when it hurts?”

Sofia closed her eyes, blushing furiously. “Yes, Lorenzo, I do,” she admitted.

He slid one hand up her stomach and to her breast, cupping it as if he were weighing it. When his thumb slid across her nipple, it tightened into a taut bud and she shifted in my grip, rubbing her thighs together. He continued to stroke his thumb lightly, teasing her, and then he pinched her nipple cruelly. Sofia jolted and then moaned.

“Do you like that, Sofia?”

She nodded, her eyes wide and, I think, a little nervous of what she’d unleashed in Lorenzo.

“What’s your safeword, Sofia?” I reminded her.

“Strawberry.”

“Are you using it now?” Lorenzo asked, cupping her other breast, gently flicking her nipple with his thumb.

“No,” she moaned as he pinched both breasts. She shoved her ass back against me, seeking friction, seeking relief to the need Lorenzo was building, slowly and carefully.

“All these years, I wanted to touch you so badly,” he rasped, lowering his lips to her breast. “And to think, all I had to do was call you a slut and treat you badly.”

I itched to correct him, but when Sofia raised her hands to his head, stroking them gently through his hair, I let her handle it. “Don’t confuse calling me a slut with treating me poorly.” She moaned as he bit down on her nipple and tightened her fingers in his hair. Watching the two of them together as I held Sofia still was possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Lorenzo hummed, twisting one nipple as he nibbled onthe other, sucking until he left red marks on her delicate skin.

“I’ll withhold judgment on that, my love,” he murmured, falling to his knees. He lifted one leg over his shoulder. When she wobbled, I released her throat and lifted her arms around my neck, arching her back at the same time.

Lorenzo feasted on our girl like he’d been starved of her his entire life. I wrapped my fingers around her breasts and kneaded them roughly enough to leave bruises as she moaned and writhed in my arms.

When I slapped one of her breasts hard, she jolted so sharply she almost fell, and Lorenzo reached up to hold her hips as he went to town. He let go to slide his fingers inside her and Sofia lost it, climaxing with a beautiful spasm, her legs trembling and her hands clenching around my neck as her entire body tightened and then relaxed while the aftershocks of her glorious orgasm shivered through her.

Lorenzo stood, and I yanked him forward for a kiss without thinking, eager to taste him, to taste our lover on his lips. He froze, and I immediately regretted my impulsiveness, only for him to wind a hand around my neck and tug me closer.

Sofia shifted to the side, and I pulled him to me, tightening my fingers in his hair and claiming him. His lips moved against mine, and his fingers wandered down my stomach until they wrapped around my hard cock. I moaned into his mouth, reaching down to grasp him in the same manner.

“What’s your safeword, Lorenzo?” I asked, wanting to be absolutely sure he wanted to walk down this path with me.

Lorenzo laughed at my surprise and pumped his fist around me once, twice. “Vanilla doesn’t mean straight, asshole.”

I nipped his lip, relieved and grateful and thrilled at yet another sign that we might be able to make this odd family work.

While Lorenzo and I acquainted ourselves with each other, Sofia stepped into the hot water, steam billowing around her body.

“Baby, is this okay?” I asked her, looking over my shoulder as she watched us with avid eyes, her lips parted and pink, a stunning picture of wanton need as water poured over her. “Lorenzo and I?”

She blinked before curving her lips in a breathtaking smile. “Yes. Unequivocally yes.”

Lorenzo jerked his head up, his expression uncertain. “Sunshine?—”

Her gaze swept down to where his hard cock brushed against my thigh. “With or without me,” she added, her smile turning sad, and my heart ached for her reservation over the future.

“Good,” I said, running my nails down Lorenzo’s chest.

He peeked at me with wonder in his eyes, then jerked his head toward Sofia, his hesitance turning into a wide grin. Fuck yes, he was going to be an amazing partner for play.

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