My Bully Invited Me to His Hotel Room
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Chapter 12: Finale
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12: Finale - Wes Carter bullied me in college, but I still can’t stop thinking about his body. Now we’re alone, and I can’t tell if he wants to fight me… or fuck me.
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Wes stared up at me, sprawled across the mattress, his chest slick with sweat, his cock flushed red and still hard from everything we’d just done. His eyes flicked down to mine—then lower.
“You’re serious?” he breathed. “You’re actually gonna ... fuck me?”
I stepped closer, dragging my palm along his thigh, up to his hipbone. “Unless you’re backing out.”
He let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Shit. I don’t know what it’s gonna feel like.”
“It’s different,” I said softly, “but it’s good. You trust me?”
His eyes met mine. Clear. Honest. Vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. He nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m in. Just ... be gentle, okay?”
From the side of the bed, Luca leaned back against the headboard, still stroking himself lazily. He grinned at the two of us, shaking his head like he was watching his favorite late-night drama unfold in real time.
“Don’t worry,” Luca smirked. “You’ll take it like a champ.”
Wes rolled his eyes but cracked a smile. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious,” Luca said with a low laugh. “Look at you. On your back, cock still hard, eyes wide like a virgin on prom night. It’s cute.”
Wes looked up at me again. His smile faded into something quieter. Realer.
“Okay,” he said, voice low. “Let’s do it. Noah...”
The way he said my name—it landed deep. I leaned in and kissed him, slow and sure, while my hands moved down his body. I gave him a moment to breathe, to settle, to feel.
“You’re doing great,” I whispered against his lips. “Just relax.”
I slicked up, took my time, let my cock slide slowly between his cheeks, not pushing in yet. Just letting him feel the weight of it. He twitched under me, legs trembling slightly, but he didn’t pull away.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “That’s big.”
I smiled against his throat. “You’ll manage.”
Then, gently, I started to press in.
Wes gasped—sharp and open-mouthed—as the first inch sank in. I paused.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he panted. “Just ... keep going.”
I did. Slow and steady. I held onto his hips, kept eye contact, watched every flicker of sensation on his face. When I finally bottomed out, he let out a long, shaking breath.
“Jesus Christ...”
“You feel full?” I asked, rubbing soothing circles along his thigh.
“Full is an understatement,” he muttered. “You’re—fuck—you’re inside me.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “And you’re taking it so good.”
Luca shifted beside us, sitting upright now, watching like a director behind the scenes of a masterpiece. “Don’t forget,” he said casually, wrapping a hand around his cock again, “his mouth is still free.”
Wes’s eyes flicked sideways—and Luca was there, thick and glistening, just inches away.
“I mean,” Luca added, voice low, “since you’re already being used...”
Wes hesitated only a second—then leaned over, lips parting. He wrapped his mouth around the tip, slow at first. Luca let out a deep groan, threading fingers through Wes’s messy hair.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”