Noah was bullied by Wes in college… but now? Wes can’t stop begging to fuck him. So when he shows up at Noah’s hotel room, desperate and horny, Noah has a little surprise waiting: his hot friend, Luca.

“Oh,” Luca said, tilting his head, his voice smooth like a poured drink. “So this is the guy you were telling me about?”

Wes stood in the doorway, lips parted, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His eyes flicked from Luca’s body to mine and back again. Caught somewhere between stunned and turned on.

I stepped closer to Wes, keeping my tone light. “Wes, this is Luca. We’ve been hooking up whenever I’m in the city.” I glanced back at Luca. “He’s… talented.”

Luca smirked from where he lounged on the bed, one foot planted on the floor, his body draped in a way that made him look carved and casual at the same time. “More than just hooking up,” he said with a wink. “He calls me when he’s desperate.”

I gave him a playful glare. “Asshole.” Then I turned back to Wes. His jaw was clenched. His arms stiff at his sides. I could see the storm in his eyes already... desire, jealousy, hunger. Perfect.

“If you want to earn me,” I said slowly, stepping between the two of them, “you’re going to have to prove it.”

He blinked, still frozen in the doorway. “What does that mean?”

I pointed to the sleek velvet chair next to the bed, low, wide, deep black. It looked expensive and sinful. “Sit,” I said. “That’s your spot tonight.”

Wes looked at the chair, then back at me, brow furrowed.

“You get to watch Luca fuck me,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper as I moved closer. “You’re allowed to get hard. But you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not once.”

His jaw twitched. “Are you serious?”

I leaned in, barely brushing his chest with mine. “Dead serious.”

Luca gave a low chuckle behind me. “Damn,” he said. “Didn’t think he’d go through with it.”

Wes didn’t respond. But after a long pause, he stepped in and slowly lowered himself into the chair, legs spread wide, posture stiff. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. So he clenched the armrests.

Luca stood and peeled off his olive-green shirt like it was nothing. His chest came into view, broad and thick, with defined pecs, a light trail of hair, and abs tight and cut like a boxer’s. His arms were massive, veined, flexing without trying. The kind of body that looked like it was built for ruining people.

“You're evil for this,” Luca said, eyeing me as I stepped closer.

I just smirked. “I’m enjoying myself.” Then I leaned in and kissed his chest—slow, deliberate. My tongue dragged along his nipple. He let out a low groan and rested one heavy hand on the back of my neck, eyes fluttering shut.

Behind me, Wes was silent, but I could feel him watching. Breathing harder now. His presence throbbed in the room like heat. Luca looked over my shoulder. “Wes doesn't look good sitting there all clothed. That shirt’s killing the vibe.”

I turned. “Take it off, Wes.”

His jaw stayed locked, but his hands moved. First the shirt. His chest was flushed, nipples already stiff. His abs tensed as he tossed it aside.

“Pants too.”

He hesitated for half a second. Then stood again and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down to reveal tight black briefs that clung to him in all the right places. His cock was already tenting the front. He sat again. Practically panting. I sank to my knees in front of Luca, my hands sliding over his thighs. His cock was already half hard, thick and heavy. I licked up the shaft slowly before wrapping my lips around the tip, letting it slip into my mouth inch by inch.

He hissed. “Fuck.”

I took him deeper, one hand stroking the base as I bobbed slowly. The room filled with the sound of wet suction and breathless tension. Wes was still. Silent. Watching. I pulled off, spit trailing from my lips, and glanced up at him. “Still behaving?”

He nodded, jaw tight. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass high, back arched. Luca came up behind me, his hand gripping my hip, lining himself up slowly. I shivered as the heat of his cock pressed against me.

But then he paused. He looked to Wes. “Come here.”

Wes’s eyes flicked up. “What?”

“I said, come here,” Luca repeated, firmer now.

Wes stood. His muscles twitched with restraint as he moved to the edge of the bed, towering over both of us. His eyes flicked between my ass and Luca’s hand on my lower back.

Luca pointed down at my hole, his voice low and commanding. “You get just one lick.”

A pause

"Make it count.”, said Luca.

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 slowly, steadily, 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 was 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.”