Chapter 18

They were staying at a villa which they had completely to themselves, and Francesco wondered if the island was big enough to accommodate other tourists. According to Karl, they were alone there, if that could be said with the small army of cooks, maids, and bus boys around. At least one of them, a twink with a twinkle in his eyes, fair-skinned and wearing a dazzling smile, had given them the eye while biting his lips suggestively, but Francesco didn’t take the bait. He had made a promise that he wouldn’t go around cruising for cock as his lovers thought him capable of doing. He had spent two years fucking himself with a plastic dick, and they dared to call him a whore. It was more like they had been cheating on him, Karl with that chick, and Mouse by sucking off his entire unit.

Not like he cared. They could go around fucking battalions of hot chicks and dudes, and he would still not care. It was almost like a dream come true, to have them both there, like he had imagined so many times before.

Almost, because Don’s shadow tainted everything. Even now, during these moments supposedly of absolute bliss, he still couldn’t help wondering how much Don knew about Mouse. Hopefully, his other lover wasn’t in danger because of the thing they had together. Francesco couldn’t see why it would matter to the guy, but with freaks like that, you could never know. A little bit of fresh material for blackmail was more than welcome, maybe.

Good thing Morgan was coming. He would ask him a couple of things, and maybe Karl’s bodyguard could offer him a bit of assurance that these few moments of happiness wouldn’t be cruelly snatched away.

He looked through the open doors, leading to the beach. Karl and Mouse were there, more in love with the sun than he was, but after all, none of them had his ass pounded the way he had, either. There was something undefined going on between them, Francesco thought as he took in the way they stood, their shoulders almost touching, and talking, once in a while one of them turning his head toward the other. He was dying of curiosity. What could they be talking about? About him?

He lay on the sofa, ass up, and groaned. A short knock on the door announced him that one of the maids was probably there to straighten the coverlet or something.

“Come in.”

The blond twink walked through the door with a tray in his arms and ceremoniously placed it on the coffee table. “For you, gentlemen, to keep your energy up,” he said, flashing at Francesco the same dazzling smile.

Just as ceremoniously, he lifted the lid off the plate on the tray, uncovering a wealth of mini dishes based of sea food mostly by what Francesco could tell. “Thank you,” he said but didn’t move. His body really needed rest after his ass being hammered for hours by his two lovers.

The twink looked over to Karl and Mouse. “Your husbands, what do they usually like to drink?” he asked.

Francesco quirked an eyebrow and eyed the guy. “Anything goes,” he said after a short silence.

The twink let his eyes wander over Francesco’s body quite shamelessly. He was wearing pants, and a naked back couldn’t leave that much of an impression on a guy who saw naked people at his work, day in and day out.

“It must be nice,” the twink commented.

“What?” Francesco asked.

“To be on your honeymoon,” the other replied promptly and smiled with all his teeth.

Francesco snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re jelly,” he said just to throw the guy off. This dude had to be a world-class gossiper, not that he blamed him. It could be pretty boring to tend on the needs of the wealthy, while stuck in paradise. Yeah, right.

That had the desired effect. The twink lost his plastered smile and his eyes went wide. Then he laughed. “I’m Mack.”

Francesco straightened up and shook the guy’s hand. “Just for the record, you shouldn’t be so envious of me,” he said and groaned as he put himself down on his ass. “Those two gave me a run for my money until ten minutes ago.”

Mack grinned. “Shut up. You’re making me horny.”

Francesco looked over his shoulder at his ‘husbands’. He couldn’t tell whether they’d be on board or not, but Mack had some nice lips on himself and Francesco had a short picture flashing through his head with the guy on his knees licking Karl’s shaft and moaning around it like a slut.

“I suppose four would be a crowd,” Mack chirped away while arranging a few more things around the table.

“We’ll see about that,” Francesco said under his breath and walked over to the bedroom to fish for some money to give the guy. Karl had told him everything was covered and he shouldn’t worry about a thing, but he wanted to tip. All the people in the service business depended on stuff like that, not that Karl knew it since his family lived in the rarified air of the hills, in luxury homes that cost what such people didn’t make in a lifetime.

He came back with a bill and smacked it into Mack’s hand as he told him goodbye. Mack smiled. “Can I get a little bit more?”

Francesco blinked. “Sure,” he said. He probably showed he came from the lower classes. He didn’t even know what the usual was for tipping at such a luxury resort.

But Mack stopped him with a laugh and by catching his wrist and pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. “Now I’m happy,” he said and walked out the door while shaking his pert little bottom and throwing a suggestive look at Francesco over his shoulder.

Well, it looked like Karl and Mouse were at least a little bit right about his wandering eyes. His cock twitched at the thought of getting his cock inside that cute little thing that had just been dangled in front of his eyes.

He shook his head. No. His decision was taken. He wouldn’t dream of fucking Mack’s perfect ass. Now that he had Karl and Mouse, it was enough. What the hell was he doing, turning into a whore now that he had both of them with him?

Still, how would it be to watch Karl destroying Mack’s pink hole – it had to be pink by the color of his lips and tongue – and making him beg to be spared, all the while shooting his load? He needed to stop thinking, period. His ass was still sore and full of cum. Guys like Mack didn’t get fucked prison-style, with only spit as lube. He was probably a fussy bottom, and Francesco needed to stop thinking of the guy’s pert ass.

He groaned and palmed his crotch. “The fuck you’re doing, man?” he muttered to himself.

Maybe it was their fault, he thought again and his eyes wandered to his so-called husbands. Now Mouse had an arm around Karl’s shoulders in what looked like compassion from where Francesco stood. To his surprise, Karl didn’t shake Mouse’s arm away, but hung his head low, his shoulders hunched.

Francesco frowned. Maybe he was just paranoid, but it felt like whatever Mouse and Karl shared that very moment was intimate on a level he wasn’t allowed to access. It wasn’t like him to pry; hell, he would just tease them over excluding him like that, but there was Don’s shadow over everything again. Who knew what Don told his son about Francesco? The asshole had the power to destroy everything.