ALESSANDRO

"Girl it's only you for me, no lie. I, I've tried they offered, they not who I want them to be."

. . .

They have been chatting for the past hour. Cracking jokes and getting to know each other.

Scott thinks Valentina's attractive.

Of course, why wouldn't he? She's fucking stunning.

Yet, a part of me wants to pull her into my lap to show him who she belongs to.

We're in the lounge, Valentina and Scott having stricken up a conversation as we're sitting on the couch.

My eyes are on her. On the way her full lips move, then to her black hair that falls straight over her back and shoulders, then down her neck and I take in the top she's wearing, covering her breasts that I watched bounce when she rode me last night.

My eyes rake further down, to my boxers she's wearing and then to her legs that are crossed beneath her.

Her voice fills the room, and I watch her face as she sends Scott polite smiles, and I can't get over the way her eyes crinkle as she does so.

"...sandro? Alessandro?"

Snapping out of my trance, I glance at Scott and see him smirking at me.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"You got lost there, loverboy," he chuckles.

I look back at Valentina and slide my hand around her waist, a warmth settling in my chest when she leans into me.

"I did," I murmur.

She sends me a shy grin, and I can't look away from the sight.

"I was asking you how long you've known Scott for," she says.

"Uh..." I trail off, getting my thoughts together. "Seven years, I think?"

"Damn, it's been seven years already?" Scott groans, realizing how fast time flies by.

I nod.

"That's crazy," he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"It's nice to see that you guys still kept in touch," Valentina comments, looking at the both of us.

Scott leans back on the couch, having a mischievous grin on his face. "We know each other too well. You don't easily forget to keep up with someone in that case."

Valentina, unaware of what he's implying, nods.

"Yeah, I get that. But honestly, two years after graduating, someone I considered one of my best friends suddenly stopped talking to me. Sometimes those things just happen."

"But did you guys fuck, though?" Scott asks. "That tends to solidify a friendship."

"What? No, what the fuck!" Valentina exclaims. "Why would you even..." she trails off mid-sentence as she realizes what he's implying.

She turns her wide eyes to me.

"You two... you... f-fucked?"

I let out a sigh and send a glare to Scott.

"Yes, we have," I answer her, and tighten my hand on her waist. "A long time ago. It was always platonic," I assure her, searching for her eyes.

My words offer her some comfort, and she nods.

She looks at Scott with renewed curiosity. 

"So, for how long?" she asks, fidgeting with her fingers which I know is a nervous tick of hers.

"Ever since I helped him realize he swings both ways," Scott smirks.

Valentina grows silent at that, taking in the information that he was my first experience with a guy. My first time I fucked a guy, too.

She looks at me, and then back at him.

"How... how..." she tries to formulate her words but has trouble doing so.

"I had figured out I was bisexual," Scott shrugs. "And a part of me knew that Alessandro was, too. It's almost always so easy to tell when you're a queer person yourself."

"How is it?" Valentina asks a curious expression in her widened eyes.

"What? Taking a dick up my ass?" I grin, and her jaw drops.

"You're a bottom?" Valentina gasps, her eyes nearly bulging out.

I smirk at her. "I'm verse. I like to switch things up."

She looks at Scott and raises her hands, pointing at the both of us.

"You two have fucked each other?"

"Yep," Scott answers, leaning back.

"Your dick has been up his ass?"

"Yeah," he smirks.

She looks at me. "And yours in his?"

"Yeah," I answer, almost finding her surprise amusing.

"How does it feel?" she asks, tilting her head to the side.

"It feels amazing," I tell her truthfully. "At first it hurt a lot, but then it got real good."

"You should hear the noises he makes when he gets fucked," Scott says, and I see his eyes get hooded at the shared memories we have.

"I know what he sounds like," Valentina tells him, but keeps her eyes on me.

Based on the way her pupils are widening and recognizing the look on her face, I know she's thinking of when she tied me up.

"What brings you the most pleasure when you fuck?" Valentina asks us, her eyes briefly flitting over to Scott.

His light brown hair is messily falling over his forehead, the sunlight streaming in highlighting everything about his face. His light-brown eyes are playful, and his lips are stretched out into an amused grin as he watches Valentina ask us more and more about our time together.

"When you hit the prostate just right with the tip, it'll make you see stars," Scott tells her, and I notice he's come closer to where we're sitting.

"Prostate," Valentina mutters absentmindedly. "That's like the G-spot for girls, right?" she asks.

"That's right, baby," I tell her.

"And when you get fucked, it gets rubbed all the time," she then goes on.

"When you fuck someone well, it is," Scott confirms.

"It's like when I fuck you," I whisper to her, and I like the reaction it gets me.

Because I see her recalling all the times I was buried balls deep inside her.

"And I hit your spot just right, hm?" I continue.

She nods wordlessly, turned on as she licks her lips.

"You like it when he fucks you like that?" Scott asks her.

She looks at him, her lashes fluttering as she blinks.

"Yes," she whispers. "It feels amazing. Especially when I ride him."

"How does it feel?" Scott asks.

"So good," Valentina gets out, her voice carrying a hint of bliss and pleasure.

"He's big, right?"

"So big," she agrees and nods.

When I look at Scott, I see he's glancing down at her lips and then I watch the two of them.

He's looking back into her eyes, and she into his.

Something uncomfortable twists inside me at the prospect of them kissing, but I won't stop them.

I'll let her take the reins. I'll let her decide what she wants or doesn't want to do.

Scott is leaning in a bit closer, his eyes fixated on her mouth.

And right then, Valentina shifts and she glances toward me. There's hesitance in her eyes, doubt, and that's all I need.

Planting a hand on Scott's shoulder, I stop him in his actions. My fingers grasp Valentina's chin and I pull her closer toward me, pressing a kiss on her lips instead and feeling her melt against my body.

Her lips part against mine and I don't hesitate in running my tongue over the seam of her lips before slipping inside and caressing hers.

I pull her on top of me so she's straddling me, her legs on either side of me.

My hands are possessively gripping her waist, my fingers digging into her skin through the material of her top.

My tongue is sensually stroking hers as we kiss, and occasionally I suck on her lip before kissing it tenderly. 

Disconnecting our lips, I trail kisses down her neck, inhaling her sweet scent while running my tongue over her skin.

Her fingers are buried in my hair and her hips grind down on mine, rubbing my hardening cock through the sweats I'm wearing.

When she leans back, I look at Scott and see his gaze fixated on us; his lips parted, and his eyes filled with unconcealed desire.

His hand reaches out, and he runs a finger up Valentina's arm and shoulder. She licks her full lips and grinds down on me again, the idea of being watched turning her on.

My hand slides up her waist, closer to her breasts and our gazes clash.

I search her eyes and see her nod, wordlessly telling me it's okay.

My fingers brush over her nipple through her top and she trembles on top of me, the single touch already setting her on fire.

I tweak her nipple through her top, and Scott's hand is still wandering around the area of her shoulders and neck, touching her but in a way she's comfortable with.

When he's gripping the back of her neck, he holds her still while I pull her top down and take her nipple into my mouth.

The sweetest-sounding moan leaves her and she slightly quickens her pace, her fingers holding my head still as I suck and lap at her nipple with my tongue.

When I lean back, I watch Scott's hand slide down from her neck and to her lower back, pressing her on top of me so she's grinding down on me harder and harder.

Her tits move with the movements, her exposed breast hypnotizing both Scott and me as we watch her pleasure herself on top of me.

My other hand lands on her ass and I guide her.

"Come on, baby," I encourage her, squeezing her ass.

She whimpers at that and grabs my hand, bringing it up to her breast. I palm it, rubbing my thumb over her nipple and pressing down on it.

She slides her hand down her front, and my eyes are fixated on it as she slides it into the shorts she's wearing and then she's touching herself right in front of us.

I see her hand move, and I can already imagine her fingers sliding through her wet folds and rubbing her clit.

The room is filled with all of our heavy breathing, this little goddess on my lap having us mesmerized and hard.

"Oh," Valentina moans and bites her lip to stop more noise from escaping her. She's breathing heavily and riding her fingers, my hand pushing her ass forward to create more friction for her.

She throws her head back, pants and whimpers leaving her.

My hard cock is throbbing inside my pants, begging for a release as I watch her chase her orgasm.

I don't think I've ever seen anything hotter than Valentina experiencing pleasure.

A door slams shut, getting us all out of the bubble of lust we were finding ourselves in. Valentina leans back, getting her hand out of her shorts and I immediately fix her top and make sure everything is okay.

Scott moves away from us and pushes his fingers through his hair. Valentina gets off my lap, her face flushed.

I hear the distinct voice of my mother, probably on a call seen as she's talking and no one is responding.

There's panic in Valentina's eyes and I put my hands on her shoulders.

"Go to my room," I whisper. "And lock the door. I'll knock twice when I come up, okay?"

She nods and scurries off to my room to make sure no one sees her. She's taking the other pair of stairs in our home, the one that's not used and perfect if you want to walk around unnoticed.

Scott and I fix ourselves and I adjust my hard cock in my hands so it's not noticeable in case someone sees me.

No one ever comes down to the lounge, but if my mom hears anything, she'll come to check it out and she'll ask questions as to why Valentina is here with us.

And my mother isn't stupid. Based on our expressions and the tension in the air she'll pick up on what was going on. Or at least, a hint of it.

"I didn't expect that to happen," Scott breathes, leaning back on the couch to catch his breath. A chuckle leaves me.

"Neither did I," I tell him. "But she liked it. It was nice seeing her that way," I hum and rake a hand through my hair.

"She liked being watched," Scott agrees. "She's fucking hot to look at. A wet dream."

"Watch it," I warn and glare at him.

"You're protective of her," he notices as if it is a foreign concept to see me like this.

"Yeah, I am," I admit.

"You like her," Scott then states and sits back on the couch. "Really fucking like her. I've never seen you this way."

"I know," I say. "I don't know what's happening. But I know I never want to let her go."

Scott smiles at me. "I'm happy you found your person in her, Sandro. I am. You look happy."

"I am happy," I say, and nothing has ever felt better to say out loud.

Because for the first time in a long while, they're true.

Mom went up to her office, so she didn't even see Scott and me walking in the hallways. Scott took her showing up as a sign to leave.

"But you'll hear from me," he warned before he stepped into the elevator. "It was nice seeing you again. We have to hang out again soon."

I agreed and waved him off.

Now, I'm sprinting up the stairs and I knock twice on my bedroom door. The lock is being turned and the door is cracked open an inch.

I enter my room and there she is, having changed into one of my shirts that is too big for her.

"That was a close call," she grins sheepishly. There's still a flush to her cheeks.

I can't believe for someone this sexually experimental and wild, she turns into a shy, blushing girl right after.

"It was," I grin and lock my door, then I cup her cheeks in my hands. I lean down and press a kiss on her lips.

"Did you like it?" she asks, and I nod. "Did you?" I repeat.

"I did," she sighs against my lips.

I hesitate for a moment, but I decide to just be honest about it.

"It did make me a bit jealous, sharing you that way," I tell her. She leans back, and there's a bit of relief in her eyes.

"I was afraid he was going to touch you, and the idea of it made me kind of jealous, too," she mumbles.

Knowing she felt the same way takes the pressure off my chest.

"Okay, good to know we don't want to share each other," I smirk and rub her cheeks with my thumbs.

"Good," she repeats with a relieved smile and leans up to kiss me once more.

"You're mine," I tell her, and she nods without hesitation.

"You're all mine too," she grins deviously and tugs me closer to her.

Before I know it, we're in my bed with my head between her thighs and I give her the orgasm that has been building up.

. . .

see how I update even though I have exams? Very cutesy, very mindful. Very demure. 

Very considerate of me. 

On another note, you guys have no idea how much I was FIGHTING with this chapter. 

I have written entire pages and then deleted them. Changed scenes. DID EVERYTHING AND IT NEVER FELT RIGHT OR SO FORCED. 

I'm so glad this is done and over with. 

Anyway, a lot of you guys were freaking the fuck out. 

Just trust me, I know what I'm doing. 

You had me questioning everything, fr. 

But I hope you guys liked it, anyway.

There is so much more to come. 

thank you for reading.

I love you.