My Body-Mine (23 page)

Matt forced my head down and held it in place as he pulsed his manhood as deep as it would go. Marcello found the beat of the music and followed his penetration with the friction on my bulging nub.

Matt set off first, squirting his hot cum down my throat. My orgasm soon followed, coupled with choking. I lifted off his cock just as the last shot of ejaculate landed on my face and quickly drew air into my oxygen-deprived lungs. His orgasm could not dissuade my body to take full advantage of another volatile detonation. As my swollen pussy flared and contracted around Marcello, he tightened his grip on my wrists and increased the pace of his thrusts.

“
Yes, Jane,” he called out at the same time I yelled, “Oh god!” I could feel his hot cum filling me.

Matt stood up like a shot, and I collapsed
forward to
where he had been sitting, lost in the rapture of afterglow. My pussy pulsed and twitched as the swelling slowly diminished.

Matt left us for a moment, immediately returning with a towel for me.

“
Thank you,” I said as I managed to sit up.

“
If you’ll excuse me for a few minutes,” he said to Marcello and strolled away from us, across the apartment and down the hall.

“
Are you enjoying yourself?” Marcello asked.

“
He is no you,” I said, opening my eyes to see him glinting down at me, his chest still heaving from our activities.

“
Yes, his cock is smaller,” he said raising his eyebrows in a matter-of-fact manner.

“
That’s not what I mean, although that is very evident.” I chuckled.

“
Oh?”

“
The way he kisses and his taste and smell,” I whispered, afraid Matt might hear me.

“
Oh,” Marcello said
,
a wide grin on his face. “He does have incredible stamina.”

“
So Janice mentioned, but I have never known you to fall short in that area either.”

“
You know how to make an old man feel good,
bella mia
.”

“
What is the saying? ‘You are only as old as you feel?’ ”

“
Around you I feel like I’m in my twenties again. Come here and turn around.”

I
followed his order
and Marcello untied my arms.
I
us
ed
the towel
to wipe my face, juicy thighs and saturated labia
and
then scooted into his lap
for a hug
.

“
Do you want to leave?” he said into my hair.

“
Are you done?” I asked, pulling away to see his charcoal eyes.

“
I have some other activities in mind.”

“
But of course you do,” I said, laughing.

“
Well then, that’s settled.” He rose and lifted me to my feet.

As he retied my wrists in front of me, I asked, “Matt doesn’t like to be touched?”

“
You are the perceptive one,” Marcello said and smiled.

I followed him down the hall, where we found Matt waiting on his bed. Amazingly, he was once again at full staff, the rumors apparently true. His smaller
build
of muscle and bone gave him a tough appearance that said, “Don’t mess with me.” I silently thanked Marcello for not sending me there alone.

The mattress sat low to the ground on a platform without a box spring in the spacious room, devoid of personal artifacts. The black
furniture and
sheets covering the bed matched the décor in the front of the apartment. Matt definitely had a favorite color.

“
Jane, lie on your back in the center of the bed, but toward the bottom,” Marcello said.

“
Yes, Sir,” I said.

I reclined onto the low surface, my feet touching the black carpet at right angles. Marcello settled himself at the head of the bed, positioning his semi-hard cock near my face. Matt perched at the edge of the platform between my legs.

In that moment, before the second phase of our play began, I truly understood the joy I found in submission. I didn’t have to think, or plan, or worry about what might happen. I just had to respond and experience, and in that place lived incredible freedom and excitement. I also had to acknowledge the safety I felt with Marcello that I had never found with Luke. Although both men had their volatile moments, I felt certain Marcello wanted me whole and strong. Luke, on the other hand, wanted me weak and dependent. He needed to feel strong in contrast.

Marcello shifted onto his side, his warm phallus against my cheek, at the same time Matt lifted my legs up and pulled them open. Thereafter, the slate of my thoughts was wiped clean.

I took Marcello into my mouth, our combined smells energizing my senses. I tasted my cum on his growing cock as I licked him up one side and down the other like a lollipop. I gazed up at him, lust making my pulse race, and said, “You taste so good with me all over you.”

He leaned down, kissing me hard and slow. He swirled his tongue against mine, stealing our flavors for himself. “
Gustosa
,” he murmured against my lips.

Matt started with broad strokes of his tongue from my canal to the tip of my clit, dipping slightly lower with each pass. For the first time in my life, I felt a tongue lick over my anus. Until he penetrated me with the tip, I felt unsure if I liked it.

“
Ohhhh, yeah,” I muttered around Marcello’s cock.

The dual sensation of Matt’s transits across my most sensitive places and Marcello’s large phallus in my mouth ratcheted up my arousal. I recalled Marcello palming his testicles while I watched him on Skype. Managing to shift my tied hands over to him, I mimicked what I’d saw as I lapped up our essence. His cock throbbed in my mouth so I knew I pleased him. The give and take of our play had me quickly on the edge of
another
orgasm.

Having thoroughly lubricated my ass with his tongue, Matt penetrated my anus with his finger, setting me on the edge of my next
explosion
. He continued to stretch and push to loosen the area as I convulsed repeatedly around his fingers and tongue. Nonsensical guttural sounds emanated from me as I slashed about. As my orgasm subsided, Marcello eased himself out of my mouth.

Wordlessly, the men repositioned me again. Matt lay down next to me, his feet off the edge of the bed. Marcello guided me forward and over Matt’s lap, facing away from him. Matt worked his smaller phallus into my anus, and I grunted from the wildness of having my orifice stretched. He pulled me back so that I lay against his chest. Reaching down, he held my knees open for Marcello.

I rested my arms above my head, careful not to touch Matt. My taut nipples and wet, pulsating pussy knew what waited for me, even though it would be another first. Marcello knelt in front of the mattress and ever so slowly worked his much larger cock into my already saturated mound. His obsidian eyes locked with mine.

“
Uh … uh … oh … wait,” I said after he entered halfway.

“
You can take it, Jane,” Marcello grunted, as he forced more of his length into me.

Matt began nibbling at the side of my neck, causing another flush of moisture to flood my pussy. He spread my legs even wider for Marcello,
allowing him to fully seat his cock within me.

“
Oh my god … oh … oh god … oh please, I don’t know if I can take this.” I felt so stretched, so filled; the fierceness of the sensation overwhelmed me.

Marcello resumed his thrusts and said, “Relax and trust me to take you where you need and want to go.”

“
Yes … Sir,” I managed to force out. “Oh please … oh please … oh please,” kept tumbling out of my mouth.

Then
Matt
compounded matters further by squeezing and tugging on my nipple piercings. My back arched off of
his
stomach and the small orgasms began to fire, one after the other. My body tremors shook me to the core as Matt bit along the nape of my neck, gyrating his hips beneath me. On each stroke Marcello plowed into me while
Matt
twisted and turned my peaks. For a moment I wished someone would save me from myself but then something shifted and I relaxed into the oncoming tsunami.

“
Oh god! Don’t stop. Please … please … please …” And then I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see. The enormity of my climax skyrocketed me out of my body. I float
ed
in space. The propulsion of my flight had me never wanting to touch ground again. In the distance I heard Marcello grunt my name as he erupted into my cunt, causing me to plummet into my body for another searing series of contractions. As I thrashed about
,
Matt clamped down on my neck and found his release.

Soon after, Marcello lifted off me and I rolled to the side of Matt, trying to catch my breath. Thankfully, my mind had been stunned into silence.

The gentlemen left me to wallow in the ecstasy of our sex as they moved about the room and condo. I don’t know how long I lay there or if I slept but at some point Marcello touched my shoulder, untied my hands and placed my clothes, along with a towel, beside me.

My brain turned back on as I dressed for our departure. I
reveled in
my body’s capacity to enjoy each novel experience Marcello laid out for me. My affection for Marcello, and trust in him, grew with each encounter. I hoped to someday be able to match the intensity of the love he showered on me.

I did worry about Janice, and how Marcello planned to rectify the situation. Would he send her to Matt again? They had an event coming up on Saturday, and I prayed that being the only one to go with Marcello would make her feel more secure.

I had to admit that signing the contract had been the right next step in our relationship. I liked knowing I would not be compelled to attend the party.

Thoroughly exhausted, I looked forward to a deep, restful sleep. Chase and I wouldn’t be running together until the afternoon, and I hoped to have something from the publisher to review before then.

T
he next day, after retrieving a yogurt and a banana from the kitchen, I loaded up my laptop and checked my email.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Falling Through
T
he Rabbit Hole, a Memoir

Jane,

I’ve attached the mockup cover for the book and we are open to feedback. I’ve also attached the manuscript with my edits. Please review and track any changes in Word. Have it back to me within a week.

A few of the authors from Seduction Press will be attending an erotic writers
’
event in a month and there is a party on the final night that you could attend. It is not a requirement. We may have review copies available by then which you could hand out, but we will have to see how the timing works out.

Please let me know if you have any questions.

Regards,

Claudia

I clicked to download the cover first. We’d had some previous dialogue regarding what I had in mind and I smiled, pleasantly surprised by the outcome.

A woman in profile with her ankles tied together and wrists bound behind her stood at the edge of a hole in the ground, surrounded by a flowering meadow. She stared at the opening below her as the front half of her feet hung over the edge. She had long flowing tresses and wore a dress that waved in the wind behind her.
Falling Through
T
he Rabbit Hole
lined the top of the book with
A Memoir
, in a smaller font size, below. My pen name ran across the bottom. The cover fit the title and the feel of the book, leaving me giddy and scared at the same time. Somehow, seeing the front cover with my pen name on it made getting published seem more real.

Next I downloaded the document and began surveying the edits. Hours passed as I slowly reviewed all the changes. Most had to do with sentence structure, which enhanced the flow of the read. All in all, I thought the editor did a great job. It would take me days to go through the manuscript, and I planned to read the story twice before sending it back.

Around 3:30 p.m. that same day, I heard loud voices in the entryway of the house. My stress level instantly
rose
.
Please, please, please
, I thought to myself.
Please don’t let this be what I think it is.

I wanted to be out in the living room so I could understand what Marcello and Janice argued about, but somehow I figured it would reach me soon enough. No longer able to focus on the edits, I saved the document and backed it up on the flash drive.

I snuck down the hall to the kitchen in the opposite direction and made myself half of a turkey sandwich. Motivated by the escalating controversy outside my room, I change
d
into my running garb. As I tied my sneakers, I willed
Marcello and Janice
to travel deeper into the house so I could tiptoe past them out the door. No such luck.

The not so unexpected pounding on my door still startled me.

“
Yes?” I said.

Marcello opened my door and fumed, “I need to talk to you.”

I crossed my arms in front of me in self-defense. “Ummm … okay, but maybe we should wait until you’ve settled down?”

“
Did you know that Janice is involved with Aidan at the restaurant?”