Chapter 10

Luca crooked a finger at Wes.

“Come closer,” he said, his voice low, smooth as sin. “Right to the edge.”

Wes didn’t move at first. His breath was shallow. Bare chest rising and falling, briefs tented in a way that made it obvious how badly he wanted this—how hard he’d been the whole time. His eyes flicked from me, still bent over on all fours, back to Luca, who hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Then Wes stepped forward.

“Good,” Luca murmured, eyes heavy-lidded. “Now ... just one lick. That’s all you get.”

Wes sank to his knees behind me, hands clenched at his sides, like touching would break some fragile, fucked-up spell. I could feel his breath on my skin—hot, uneven—then his mouth. His tongue. Just one long, slow lick from base to tip, and my back arched involuntarily.

Luca watched, arms folded, the outline of his cock thick and ready. He smirked. “That’s enough.”

Wes pulled back like it physically pained him to stop. His eyes were wild. Hungry. His cock strained violently against the front of his briefs.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled. “You followed the rules,” I said sweetly. “Good boy.”

Luca gave Wes a pat on the cheek before rising to full height behind me, all dark muscle and filthy intent. “You sure he’s not gonna explode watching this?” Luca asked, kicking off his pants and climbing onto the bed like a panther, knees sinking in beside me.

“He’ll manage,” I said, voice thick.

Luca’s hands slid along my sides, rough palms warming my skin as he positioned me just how he wanted. I looked up at Wes—still kneeling, still frozen—and gave him a wink.

Then I moaned as Luca pressed forward.

His cock was thick, perfect, already leaking. He lined up behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other splayed across my back to hold me steady. He took his time, teasing the tip against me, rubbing slow, maddening circles that made me shiver.

I reached back, grabbing at the sheets, hips twitching with anticipation.

Wes’s eyes were locked on the spot where our bodies touched.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Luca pushed in—slow, steady, filling me inch by inch. My jaw dropped, a deep sound catching in my throat. His size was just as overwhelming as his presence. Every inch of him was gym-sculpted, all tight core and flexed thighs. He held me in place like he owned me, and maybe in that moment, he did.

I arched back, taking more.

Luca growled low. “God, you feel good.”

Then he started moving. Long, deep thrusts that filled me completely. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me back into each stroke until I was gasping, moaning into the mattress. The room was hot. Wet sounds filled the space, along with the sharp slap of skin and my own breathless curses.

Wes’s hands were balled into fists at his knees. His briefs were pulled tight across his cock, precum visibly soaking the fabric. His face was flushed, lips parted.

“You’re really not letting me—” he started.

“No,” Luca said firmly. “You just watch.”

He slammed into me again, harder this time, and I cried out. Pleasure burned up my spine, coiling in my belly. My fingers dug into the sheets.

“Fuck, Luca,” I gasped.

“You like being used like this in front of him, huh?” he grunted, not breaking rhythm.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck, yes.”

Wes shifted on his knees, looking tortured. Luca reached forward, grabbed my hair, and tugged my head back just slightly. “Tell me again.”

“I like it,” I gasped. “I like being fucked while he watches. I love it.”

He groaned behind me, thrusts getting faster now, deeper. His body slick with sweat. Mine too. “Christ,” Wes muttered, shifting again. “You’re both fucking insane.”

I looked up at him, biting my lip, eyes half-lidded. “You love it.” His jaw clenched. “Yeah. I fucking do.” Luca chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.”

And just like that, we moved faster—harder—until the rhythm was punishing. My body rocked against him, every thrust sending sparks behind my eyes. Then he slowed. Just enough to breathe.

Luca leaned forward, still inside me, lips grazing my ear. “You think he’s earned it?” he whispered.

I turned my head just slightly, locking eyes with Wes. His chest was heaving. His briefs soaked. His cock throbbing. He looked like he was about to break.

“Yeah,” I said slowly, a devilish grin curling on my lips. “He followed the rules.”

Luca smirked. “Good.” Then he looked straight at Wes.

“Come on now,” he said, backing up slightly. “You’ve earned it.”

I reached back, spreading myself open again. “Your turn.”