7. Anastasia

SEVEN

Anastasia

T hey’re too organized and I don’t like the idea of how many times Vitali has done this when he told me it was years ago. The fucking liar has clearly fucked someone with Zidane recently because they’ve spent the night moving around the other like it’s a pre-ordained routing.

Tali’s hand doesn’t leave my neck as though he’s staking a claim and refusing to let Zidane touch that part of my body while his lips and tongue touch every other part of me. When Zidane settles between my legs and holds my thighs open, he looks up at me, flicks his eyes to Vitali, then back to me as his voice drops, promising more than I could imagine.

“Fifty grand she sings for me and hums for you.”

He aims the last part at Vitali with an arrogant smirk and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to my inner thighs. They’re both still dressed, and it makes the image of me laid out naked for them more erotic.

A twisted part of me doesn’t want Zidane to win and I grab Vitali’s shirt, pulling him down to mute myself. The cocky fuck smirks against me knowingly; it’s a matter of loyalty, I was born into the Bratva, and it doesn’t mean shit if Zidane’s family are allies. My back arches as he laps at my entrance and Vitali groans into my mouth as he moves his hand down my body to massage my tits. The groan comes from a source further down as Zidane slowly pushes his tongue into me and my thighs clench, trapping his head in place.

One hand goes to the back of each of their heads and I grab Vitali’s hair in my fist to stop him moving away. It doesn’t slow him down and my mouth opens on a silent scream as he sucks the sensitive spot on my neck. Fuck me, two mouths are definitely better than one.

“That’s my girl, you’re waiting for me, aren’t you?”

Vitali’s whisper has me holding my breath to stop any sound leaving. He wraps his hand around my throat as I shake my head and his lips dance down my chest. When warmth wraps around my nipple a moan rips out of my throat. “Fuck, I’m close.”

Zidane sits up on his knees and pushes two fingers into me. “Come on my fingers so I can taste you while you suck my dick.”

Holy fuck, I’m literally stuck between two talkative assholes.

He kisses up from my hip to my other tit that Vitali’s not attached to and moves his tongue in the opposite pattern. I’m making noise, I can’t stop it, and Vitali scrapes his teeth against my sensitive peak. His fingers go further down, two circling my clit as he lets me go with a wet pop and orders, “Show him how beautiful you are when you come.”

My entire body tenses, my back bowing and I rip out chunks of their hair as my toes curl into the sheets and my legs go in every direction possible while he fills with awe.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

My heart is racing as though I’ve run a marathon when they both slowly bring me back down to earth. They swap places before I can fully settle into my body and rough hands I will always recognize grab my hips. Vitali turns me over and sits me on my hands and knees before laying under me and grabbing my hips to pull me down.

“Fuck!”

The scream that leaves me is involuntary and Zidane smirks, undoing his belt.

“The game’s rigged, isn’t it?”

A laugh flows out of me, more air than sound, and my mouth preemptively fills with spit as he pulls his dick free.I’m definitely not walking tomorrow; I’m used to Vitali’s size, but my body still needs time to adjust. Combined with Zidane I’m totally fucked in the best possible way. He combs my hair over my shoulder, his fingers gripping my scalp, and he uses the hold to tilt my head up. Looking between my eyes, he smiles softly, and it carries into his voice as he asks, “You good?”

Nodding my head, I return the smile as Vitali pushes two fingers into me and my mouth opens on a scream as stars dance in front of my eyes. My head tries to fall back but Zidane’s hold doesn’t allow it to.

“Yeah, you’re definitely good.”

His dark voice reaches my ears, and he guides me forward to his dick. Every stroke of Vitali’s tongue and fingers turns to sound around Zidane’s length as I wrap my lips around him. I look up at him as I reach down and thread my fingers through Vitali’s hair. Zidane winks and sucks his fingers into his mouth. I don’t know where my climax comes from or who’s responsible for it, but I can’t focus on everything happening as he thrusts into my mouth and Vitali pushes a third finger into me.

My entire body shudders and the bastard between my thighs doesn’t stop making it roll into another until I’m a mumbling mess of spit and tears. He massages up my stomach and cups my tits. He always goes to the left side and my hips move, chasing more. His hand extends further up to wrap around my throat, and he groans into me. It’s deep and vibrates around my clit as he keeps me in place for my face to be fucked.

The addition of his hand intensifies everything, and my fingers go numb from how tightly I’m holding on to his hair, but his smile is bracketed by my inner thighs and my body is pulled taut as I scream around the dick currently blocking my air. Tali finally lets me go and slides out from under me. Heat covers my back as he gathers my hair in one hand at my crown, wrapping it around his fist. He kisses up my shoulders to my neck and croons in my ear, “Show him why I’m obsessed with you.”

I preen under the claim, and he bites into my neck as Zidane pauses his thrusts. Vitali controls my head and smooths his hand over my ribs as they have a fucking conversation between themselves which the chatterbox obviously starts.

“I can’t hear her singing for you.”

They alternate as my head is pushed forward and Zidane thrusts into my throat with his voice deepening.

“Yeah, bit difficult with her mouth full.”

Vitali’s smirk touches my shoulder, and my scream is backwards, sucking into my stomach, as he pushes two fingers into me. It forms a vacuum, pulling air into my chest and altering the depth of his fingers as he pushes them up, causing my hips to move, running away from him. He worships any skin that he can reach as my garbled moans mix with the groans from above and he moans into me.

Both of them sing my praise around my gagging as my eyes water, pushing over my lower lashes.

“Don’t cry, sweetness, we’ll make you feel good.”

Vitali chases the tear and sucks it off my cheek bone.

“You should see her come with a cock buried in her throat, a different type of beauty.”

Zidane swipes his thumb against my other cheek, wiping them away.

My eyes go wide as Vitali tightens his hand around my throat and a groan touches my nape.

“I can feel him in your throat.”

He bites into the back of my neck as I swallow and his covered dick presses against my ass. Pushing back against him has more of his sounds mixing with ours.

He roughly pulls my head back with his hold on my hair and his chest rumbles against my back. “You’re not coming in her mouth.”

There’s a possessiveness to it but no argument comes from Zidane as he steps back and holds my chin. The gentleness is still there as he wipes my spit off my chin with his thumb and talks about me while staring into my eyes.

“Think she can take us both at the same time?”

I look over my shoulder at Tali, who smirks, full of arrogance, but Zidane forces me to look at him as he pushes his thumb into my mouth and asks, “Your pussy is tight as fuck, can you do it, baby?”

Hollowing my cheeks, I don’t think and nod as Vitali thrusts three fingers into me.I’m lost to desire and my body doesn’t burn at the stretch; it wants more. Both of them abruptly pull away and strip, making me drool. They’re both exceptionally well built, tall, and covered in tattoos. But where Zidane’s eyes are dark, Vitali’s are icy and a crack lands on my ass, pushing me forward until I catch myself, grabbing Zidane’s hips. He steadies me despite the arrogance leaving him as he says, “If you want my dick again, you only have to ask.”

The cocky smirk staring down at me is relaxing and Vitali’s voice carries the same arrogance as they stand side by side, fully naked.

“Say please and you get both.”

There’s a bead of precum squeezed out as he fists his length; it calls my name and whispers for me to say the word. I’m stubborn and lift up on my knees, staring into his ocean eyes as I seal my lips over Zidane’s. It’s all tongue and sensual so Tali sees our movements as Zidane grabs my ass and grinds into my stomach. His massaging doesn’t last long, and he slaps my ass before he grabs my hair in his fist and pulls me away from his mouth to fold me in half, so my lips are wrapped around Vitali’s dick. The massaging continues until it turns into a harsh slap, and I gasp around Vitali’s length.

“Bet your ass is tight as fuck too,” Zidane says as he pulls my cheeks apart and I speed up, holding Vitali’s hips, knowing they’re inspecting me.A hard voice is timed with possessive thrusts as my little puppy shows his aggressiveness and snaps, “I haven’t claimed it yet, are you fuck getting there before me.”

Two fingers stroke through my slit and my moans are involuntary as Zidane circles my back hole. It should be degrading hearing them argue with lust in their voices over being able to fuck my ass, but I can’t stop myself from making a mess of my thighs as Vitali’s voice turns deep and authoritative.

“My girls ass will be taken by me.” He looks down at me and doesn’t soften his voice. “Isn’t that right, Anastasia?”

Nodding around him eagerly, he holds my jaw, stroking across the bone with his thumb.The two fingers against my puckered hole stay there, making lazy circles as Vitali strokes down my back to push two fingers into me.

“You love us playing with your body, don’t you?”

“You’re soaking my hand, sweetness.”

They both speak at the same time with wonder.

I’m only capable of nodding and they both work in sync, building me up as Vitali pushes his hips forward and Zidane holds the back of my head, so he’s buried in my throat.My nose is touching Vitali’s skin and I look up around my tears to see the softest smile that does not belong in this situation.

Breathing through my nose doesn’t stop my muscles working on a reflex and swallowing around him. Vitali groans, his entire body tensing as he forces himself to walk backwards. A dark laugh blows across my shoulder as I hollow my cheeks to keep him in my mouth.

“You’re trouble.” Zidane bites into the opposite side to where Vitali left his mark and then I’m lifted up, away from their hands.Zidane walks away, going into the adjoining bathroom, and Vitali presses his lips below my ear. He softens his hand as he strokes up my back and whispers, “You’re doing so good, sweetness, but you’re coming home with me tonight and I’m waking up with you in my bed.”

There’s a threat of ending everything if I don’t and I want to know what it feels like for the other side of the sheets to be warm, so I agree as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Wake me up with your mouth and you have a deal.”

My voice is a whisper, creating false intimacy in what should only ever be carnal.He flops onto the bed and lays on his back before he hands me a condom with a counteroffer.

“If you do the same the morning after?”

I lean over him as I slide the condom over his dick, and counter, “Just my mouth? I can think of something better to wake up in.”

A low curse blows across my lips as the water shuts off and he grabs my neck, biting into the swell of my chest.He’s trying to mark me, and I press my palm against his forehead, knowing it can’t happen. I’ll like it too much and then start wanting it there all the time as a permanent reminder when there is nothing permanent in my life.

He lets me go and kisses up my neck to say against my ear. “Stay perfect, Asya.” I hate the comfort of that diminutive and that he’s managed to find it. It gets worse as he sweetly kisses my cheek and softly whispers, “Just stay with me.”

Why is he ruining everything? What we have is good, it’s better than good. I give him a release whenever he needs it and in return I get to soak up some of his light.

The bed dips behind me as Zidane comes back and wraps my hair around his fist, providing a welcome buffer to the idiot below me who’s threatening everything. The hand around my throat flexes, trying to keep me in place as Zidane presses his lips to my cheek with an instruction.

“Lean forward, let’s see your tight pussy open up.”

His other hand flattens against the middle of my back, but he doesn’t push me forward, he waits for me to move of my own accord.

Vitali isn’t as patient and pulls me to him. His other hand holds my ass and they both open me up as I lift up and position him at my entrance. I slowly sink down, watching the blue in his eyes get swallowed up by his pupils.

“Fuck. Stasi, you’re fucking choking me.” Vitali’s groan is pure bliss, and the audience joins in, praising me.

“A good girl who loves dick and knows how to take it, you’re a dream.”

Looking over my shoulder, Zidane is fixed on where Vitali is slowly thrusting into me, only giving me an extra inch at a time.He presses his lips to my shoulder and slowly moves forward, trying to fit his dick into the nonexistent gap. My mouth opens on a scream and the only thing keeping my head up is Tali’s hand around my throat as Zidane slowly pushes into me. Vitali flicks my nipple with his tongue and makes a random pattern around the pebbled peak before his words blow across my skin.

“Relax for him, sweetness.”

Dropping my shoulder flat to the sheets, I widen my legs and they both groan.

“Your girl’s trying to push me out, she’s so fucking tight.”

Why am I relaxing further at hearing Zidane call me Vitali’s girl? I’m not his girl, or his anything, but I don’t argue with them as I bite Vitali’s shoulder to dull my scream.