Chapter 11

Wes knelt behind me, breath shallow, tongue dragging one slow, reverent lick between my cheeks like he was afraid it might be his last.

I twitched beneath it.

Luca smirked, seated beside us on the bed now, stroking himself slow and idle like he was watching his favorite show.

Wes’s hands shook slightly as he slid them along my hips, grounding himself. His cock was flushed red and slick, curved up toward his stomach. And the look on his face—God. Desperate didn’t cover it. This was need. Regret. Hunger. Worship.

And he was about to fuck me like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for it.

I braced myself on the bed. “Go slow,” I muttered. “At first.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. His tip pressed against me, sliding through the spit and slick. I felt his breath catch.

And then—he pushed in.

My mouth fell open, no sound coming out at first. It was thick. Heavy. Full. He gripped my hips like a lifeline, groaning low as he bottomed out, inch by inch.

“Fuck,” Wes gasped. “You feel ... you feel unreal.”

I bit down on the pillow in front of me, letting the stretch settle.

Then I felt movement in front of me—Luca shifting down, reclining sideways at the head of the bed, head propped on his hand. His other wrapped lazily around his cock, stroking slow, just watching.

“I need some attention too, Noah,” he said, smirking. “Don’t forget about me.”

I lifted my head, breath shaking, eyes locking with his. Even now—cool, cocky, composed—he looked like sin incarnate. Muscles taut, abs flexed, that veiny forearm wrapped around his thick cock as he stared me down like I was dessert and the main course had only just begun.

Wes was behind me, his hands tight around my waist, cock thick and trembling, pushed all the way in. His breath was ragged. Shaky. I could feel the restraint pouring off him—how hard it was not to move, not to lose control.

I gave a slow, teasing grind back against him. “You feel how full I am?” I murmured, eyes still locked on Luca. “You’re stretching me so good, Wes...”

He let out a choked groan, hips twitching. Luca cocked his head. “Damn. He’s really holding out, huh?” I nodded, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “He’s being a good boy.”

Wes’s fingers clenched tighter.

I reached forward, hand wrapping around Luca’s cock, slow and slick. His whole body twitched under my touch, eyes narrowing like I’d just flipped a switch.

“Fuck, Yes...”

I dragged my tongue along his chest. Licked a line up to his collarbone, then across to his nipple, taking it into my mouth and licking him slow, teasing.

Luca let out a groan that curled through the room. His hand threaded through my hair as I worked my tongue, my body still stuffed full behind me.

Wes started to move. Slowly. Carefully.

“Not yet,” I warned, pulling off Luca’s chest with a pop. “I want you to stay right there. Feel me. Don’t fuck me until I say.”

Wes bit down on a breath. “Jesus Christ...” Luca laughed low. “He’s dying.”

I gave a soft hum, then went back down—taking Luca’s cock into my mouth while Wes stayed buried deep inside me. The pressure of it all made me dizzy—Wes’s cock throbbing, Luca’s taste in my mouth, the heat building fast.

I bobbed slow, tongue dragging along the underside of Luca’s shaft, one hand wrapping around the base as I took more and more.