WURAOLA

FIFTEEN

I felt hot. The fiery intensity of their gaze felt like it would burn my clothes off my skin but it was nothing compared to the heat I felt in my core as I watched Tino kiss Gianni's neck.

Gianni -all of a sudden- didn't look so...intense and it was beautiful. He didn't look so uptight and I knew I wasn't the only one Tino had that effect on.

Was that normal?

I picked at my food with a pout on my lips. Gianni sat on one end of the table while Tino sat on the other end.

"Can't we talk about it before I eat?" I pouted, turning to Gianni who shook his head.

I sighed, staring at the tattoos on his exposed arms as he had pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt up. Gianni had dark bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. Nothing like the man I met the first day in a suit, nursing a whole bottle of scotch or some fancy shaped bottle of alcohol.

I turned to a Tino with a pout.

"You can't look at me like that, Fiore. Please eat your food and I promise, we'll tell you" he explained softly.

Their reluctance to tell me what was going on was putting me on the edge. It was making me even more curious.

I clenched my thighs together and glanced at Tino who had his fingers curling deep inside me today.

"But what's it about?" I turned to Gianni who raised a brow at me like he was asking why I was even asking when I knew he wouldn't tell me.

"Eat your food, bambino" he nudged his chin in the direction of my food and I ate as quickly as I could without choking on it. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I was staring at an empty chinaware.

"How about now?" I turned to Tino. He walked to the fridge and grabbed one bottle of orange juice and a bottle of water, placing it on the table. I grabbed the bottle of water, talking small sips and aware of their eyes on me.

After a few terse minutes, Gianni cleared his throat but he didn't speak.

"A ménage à trois is a relationship involving three people. Three people who are in a romantic or uh...sexual relationship together.
Okay?" Tino explained and I nodded.

"We want you, Fiore. In every way fucking possible we want you. I know this might be confusing for you and I absolutely understand if you don't want this...If you don't want us. Just take some time to think about it" Tino continued in a soft voice and I inhaled, the thought of my body sandwiched between them.

Gianni's tattooed arm thrown around my waist and Tino's muscled body gripping my hips, his hard bulge rubbing against me. Tino's lips on Gianni's, kissing him.

Gianni grabbed my bottle of water, gulping it down.

"D-does this mean that uhm...that I get to..." I trailed off nervously, playing with my fingers as I stared at the bottle of orange juice sweating drops of water.

"Can I see you kiss too?" I mumbled shyly and Gianni choked on the water her was drinking and I looked at Tino who had his lips parted.

"Don't you wanna take a few days to think about it, flower?" Tino leaned in and I wanted him to kiss me. Again. But the major part of me wanted him kissing Gianni.

"No" I shook my head and heard Gianni chuckle.

"An impatient little one, aren't you?" Gianni smiled but Tino walked to the other end of the table where Gianni was sitting and stood in between his thighs.

I exhaled as the tips of my fingers began to tingle watching them. I wasn't wearing any panties and I regretted it because I could feel the moisture seep through my pajama shorts.

Gianni slid his hands around Tino's waist and began to unbuckle his pants. I held my breath, excitement bubbled through me.

Gianni kissed the corner of Tino's lips while his hand slid into the band of Tino's pants, causing the larger man to groan out.

I clenched my thighs together and bit down on my lip. Gianni's hand moved underneath Tino's pants, emanating loud grunts from Tino. I felt myself get woozy from the way everything I saw hit me. Tino glanced at me with his intense brown eyes showing just how much he liked Gianni's hands underneath his pants.

Gianni ran his tongue over Tino's lips and Tino parted his lips, his eyes still on me. My toes curled and I clenched my fists. My brain was telling me that I needed the relief.

Tino's eyes snapped shut and he gripped Gianni's neck, a moan left my lips as he retuned the kiss. He bit down on Gianni's lip and pulled back. My hand slipped in between my thighs, rubbing over my core like Tino had done.

"Oh" I moaned, throwing my head back as bouts of current shot through me. I parted my legs and continued to watch the heated show they had put on display for me.

"Would you look at that?" Tino's voice was the next thing I heard and I inhaled, needing to feel the pleasure I knew was so close. I rubbed my fingers against my sensitive nub, staring at them as they looked at me with darkened eyes.

"I had a taste of her today" Tino smirked and I knew I couldn't bring myself the pleasure I wanted. Only they could.

"P-please?" I whimpered and Tino kissed Gianni's neck, pulling on the neckline of the sweatshirt to expose Gianni's tattoos. Gianni was staring at me like he couldn't take his eyes off me.

My gaze dropped to the unmissable bulge in his pants.

"Maybe you could put her out of her misery...make her cum on your tongue" Tino grunted out, kissing Gianni's shoulder.

"How does she taste?" Gianni's voice was deep and my core throbbed even harder. It was frustrating. Tino was standing behind Gianni and had his arm around him. Gianni walked towards me and I watched Tino slip his hand into his pants, the imprint of his large member pressed against his pants.

"Like heaven"

Gianni dropped to his knees in between my thighs with a pleased smirk on his face.

"I have been waiting to have a taste of you" he whispered and ran his hands in between my thighs, flicking his finger over my sheathed core.

"Fuck. So fucking soaked"

I know what I said. 🌚I wrote this overnight when I couldn't sleep.
Anyways! Let me know what y'all think, yeah?
Enjoy(I realize that this should be at the top of the chapter but...🤷🏽‍♀️)
-Aduke🌹