My Bully Watched Me Get Fucked by Someone Else
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 makes him sit and watch as his hot friend Luca takes control instead. But when Wes obeys every command; shirt off, pants down, cock straining in his briefs; Luca decides to give him one taste. Just one.
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.”
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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.
Luca moaned louder now. “Fuck, Noah. You’re gonna make me come”
Behind me, Wes let out a trembling sound. I could tell how hard he was fighting it, fighting not to rut forward. Not to lose it. I pulled off Luca with a gasp. “Wes,” I said softly, “you want more?”
“Yes,” he growled behind me. “Please.”
“Then fuck me harder. No holding back.”
His grip changed. From cautious to commanding. And then he started to move. Deep. Smooth. Controlled at first, but only just.
“Ohh, fuck…” I moaned, bracing myself, letting him stretch me open all over again. The pressure was perfect. The thickness. The heat. I could feel every throb, every twitch, every ounce of restraint on the edge of snapping.
“That’s it,” Luca murmured from in front of me, stroking himself slow again. “Let him use you. You earned that.”
Wes was groaning, his hands sliding up my back, gripping tighter as his pace picked up. Still not rough, but he was giving in. Slowly. Beautifully.
And I fucking loved it. I glanced up at Luca, panting. “I told you he was desperate.”
Luca grinned. “Desperate’s hot on him. He's finally proved it.”
Then Luca leaned in closer, brushing his lips against mine in a messy, half-open kiss. Our tongues tangled, our moans melting. All while Wes fucked me harder behind.
I was being filled, tasted, devoured. Every nerve in my body lit up. Wes shifted the angle. Hit that spot that made me jolt. My knees buckled slightly.
“Fuck....there....don’t stop, right there.” I gasped.
He didn’t. He grunted, pushing harder now. The slap of skin filled the room. My body rocked forward with each thrust. And Luca just watched...stroking slow, tongue dragging over his own lip as he soaked it all in.
The whole thing was so dirty. So hot. So fucking perfect. I glanced up at Luca again, lips parted, eyes glassy. “You like watching him lose it?”
Luca nodded, breathing heavier. “I like watching you both fall apart.”
My body tensed as Wes picked up speed, hips driving in harder. I gripped the sheets. My moans got louder. The whole bed shook.
It was building. Fast. Wes bent forward over me, forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “Noah,” he gasped. “I can’t, please.....”
I twisted back, just enough to whisper, “You can come when I say.”
He whimpered, muscles shaking.
Then Luca shifted again, getting up, walking to the side of the bed. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear.
“I think you should fuck him,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “He’s ready for it.”
I turned my head slowly, eyes flicking to Wes...sweaty, flushed, trembling behind me, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. A smirk tugged at my lips. I pulled off of him, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch as he slipped free. Wes let out a choked gasp, his cock wet and twitching, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon. I stood, stretched, then turned to face him fully... slick, and still pulsing with need.
“My turn,” I said, voice low and loaded.
I walked toward him, wrapping a hand around his jaw, guiding him down to the mattress where I had just been.
“My turn to fuck you, Wes.”
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