You Get Just One Lick
“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, 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 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 me, his voice low and commanding.
“You get just one lick.”
A pause.
“Make it count.”
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