Chapter 3
Rebecca
Luca shifts above me, his body warm and solid. His lips are still glistening from earlier, and the satisfied look in his eyes makes heat pool low in my belly all over again despite my exhaustion.
“Ready for more, beautiful?” he asks, brushing hair from my face.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
His grin is pure sin. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He reaches for the nightstand. Pulls out a condom. Tears it open with his teeth.
Oh God. He’s going to fuck me while they watch.
“Still good?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“You can say stop. Anytime.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to stop. I want you inside me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Love hearing that.”
He rolls it on. I watch. His cock is thick and hard.
He settles between my thighs. I feel him pressing against me.
“Look at me,” he says.
I meet his eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He pushes inside.
The stretch is immediate. Intense. He’s thick—thicker than I expected. My body has to work to take him. Pleasure mixed with that perfect burn of being filled.
“Breathe,” he murmurs. Holds still. “Just breathe, beautiful.”
I take a breath. He slides deeper. Inch by inch until he’s fully inside.
“Fuck,” we both groan.
“You feel incredible,” he says. Voice strained. “So tight. So perfect.”
From his chair, Leo makes a rough sound. “Look at her face. See how well she’s taking you.”
James settles beside us. Hand finding my breast. Thumb circling my nipple. “Gorgeous, love. The way your body stretches around him.”
Luca gives me a moment. Then starts to move. Slow at first. Rolling his hips. Dragging his cock against every sensitive spot.
“Oh God,” I breathe.
“That’s it. Let me hear you.”
“So good.”
“Just good?” He thrusts harder. I cry out. “How about now?”
“Fuck. Amazing.”
His grin is wicked. “Better.”
He holds my gaze. Then increases his pace. Finding a rhythm that has me gasping. His hips snap forward. Drive deep. Pull back. Slam home again.
Skin against skin. Obscene. Perfect.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” Luca says. Eyes roaming over me. “Look at these tits bouncing. Fucking perfect.”
His hands cup my breasts. Squeeze. Thumbs brush my nipples.
“She likes that,” Leo observes. And I turn my head to see him. Stroking slow. “Look at her nipples.”
“Should I suck them?” Luca asks. Looking at Leo.
“Fuck yes.”
Luca’s mouth descends. Tongue circles my nipple. Then he sucks it into his mouth. The suction is perfect—just the right side of too much. I arch beneath him.
“That’s it, beautiful. Show us how good it feels.”
James’s hand slides down my body. Over my stomach. My hip. “You’re taking him so well, love.”
The words combined with Luca’s cock and his mouth push me higher. Pressure builds. Coiling tighter with each thrust.
Luca shifts angle. Suddenly he’s hitting a spot that makes stars explode.
“There,” I cry out. Clutching his shoulders. “Right there.”
“Here?” He does it again. Grinding against that spot.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He maintains that angle. Each thrust hitting that perfect spot.
From his chair, Leo’s breathing grows ragged. “Tell her how good she feels.”
“So fucking perfect,” Luca groans. “So tight and wet. You’re squeezing me so good, beautiful.”
James’s hand slides lower. Fingers find my clit. “Let’s see if we can make her come on your cock.”
“Fuck yes,” Luca says. Pace increasing.
James’s fingers circle my clit. Perfect rhythm with Luca’s thrusts. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Luca hitting that spot. James working my clit. Both of them touching me. Praising me.
“You’re going to come for us,” James says. That voice. “Going to let Leo see how beautiful you look when you fall apart.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I’m going to—”
“Then do it,” Luca says. Rhythm more urgent. “Come on my cock.”
The pressure breaks. I come with a cry. My body clenching around Luca. Wave after wave.
“Fuck,” Luca groans. “You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m going to—”
His hips stutter. He buries himself deep. Comes with a curse.
For a moment, we’re both breathing hard. His forehead pressed to mine. Body shaking.
“Holy shit,” I manage.
“Yeah,” he agrees. Grinning despite looking wrecked. “That was—”
“Incredible.”
He pulls out carefully. I feel the loss. Empty. He disposes of the condom. Settles beside me. Pulls me against his chest.
His heart is pounding.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?”
“Amazing. Completely wrecked. But amazing.”
“Good,” James says. Hand stroking my hair. Voice even lower. Heat in his eyes. “Because I believe it’s my turn now.”
Oh.
My body is still sensitive. Still trembling. But the way James is looking at me—like I’m something precious and he’s been waiting—makes heat pool again.
“Can you take me, love?” His hand cups my jaw. “Are you too sensitive?”
“I can take you.”
Can I? God, I want to try. I want to feel him.
His smile is slow. Devastating. “Then let me show you what I’ve been imagining.”
He shifts. Settles between my thighs. I get my first real look at him hard and ready. He’s longer than Luca. Not quite as thick. The head is flushed. Leaking. I watch as he wraps his hand around himself. Strokes once. Twice.
God.
“Like what you see, love?”
“Very much.”
He reaches for another condom. Rolls it on. Even now, he’s controlled. But I can see the tension in his jaw. The way his hands shake slightly.
He wants this. Wants me.
“I want to try something.” His hands slide under my thighs. “If you’ll permit me.”
“Okay?”
He lifts my legs. Hooks them over his shoulders. The position opens me completely. I feel exposed in a way that makes my breath catch.
Oh god. This angle. He can see everything.
“Exquisite,” he murmurs. Eyes roaming over me. Then his voice drops. The narrator voice that’s gotten me through lonely nights with my headphones and my imagination.
“You’re absolutely exquisite like this, love. Spread open for me. So perfect I could narrate every detail. The way your chest rises and falls. How wet you are. How ready.”
That voice. Oh god, that voice is going to kill me.
My thighs clench at the sound of his voice alone.
His fingers trace through my folds. I shiver.
“Still sensitive?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He positions himself. The head of his cock pressing against me. Then that voice again—low and rough and dripping with promise. “I’m going to fuck you now, love. Deep. The way I’ve been dying to since I first heard you laugh. And you’re going to take every inch like the good girl you are.”
Oh God.
The “good girl” in that voice nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Please.”
He pushes inside. One long, slow thrust.
The angle is completely different. Deeper. More intense. I can feel every inch as he sinks into me. The stretch almost overwhelming in this position.
“Breathe,” he commands softly. “Just breathe for me, love.”
I take a breath. He bottoms out. Hips flush against mine.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect.”
He holds himself there. Giving me time. His hands grip my thighs. Holding me open. I’ve never felt so exposed. So claimed.
“How does she feel?” Leo asks. Voice rough.
“Like heaven,” James says. “Like she was made for my cock.”
“Show her,” Leo commands. “Fuck her properly. Make her scream.”
James’s control cracks. He pulls back almost completely. Drives forward again. The angle has him hitting deep—so deep. I whimper.
“There we are,” he says. Satisfaction in his voice. “That’s the spot, isn’t it, love?”
“Yes,” my voice breaks. “God, yes.”
He sets a rhythm. Each thrust deliberate. Not as fast as Luca. But harder. Deeper. Each snap of his hips drives him into that spot that makes my vision blur.
“Look at you,” he says. And his voice—God, his voice drops into that register that does illegal things to me. Smooth as whiskey. “Taking me so beautifully. Every inch. Such a good girl for us.”
There it is again. Good girl. In that voice.
I clench around him involuntarily.
Luca’s beside us. Hand finding my breast. “She’s so fucking hot like this. Look at her face.”
“I’m looking,” Leo says. And I turn my head to see him. His hand is moving faster. Eyes locked on where James is disappearing inside me. “Fuck, I’m looking. Can’t look away.”
James increases his pace. Driving deeper. Each thrust pushes me higher up the bed until Luca has to brace me. Hands on my shoulders. Holding me in place.
“That’s it, love,” James says. “Take it. Take all of me.”
The intensity. The way he’s looking at me like I’m everything, it’s too much.
“I’m going to—” I start.
“I know,” he says. Voice strained but still in control. Still using that devastating tone. “I can feel you tensing around me. Feel how close you are. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Going to come all over my cock while Leo watches.”
“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes, I’m—”
“Then come,” he commands. The voice that’s made thousands of women come with just audio alone. “Come for me. Now.”
I shatter. The orgasm ripping through me. Stealing my breath. I cry out his name. My body clenching around him.
“Fuck,” James groans. Rhythm faltering. “You’re going to—I can’t—”
He buries himself deep one last time and comes with a deep groan.
When he pulls out, I’m trembling. Completely spent. Utterly satisfied.
James disposes of the condom. Settles beside me. Pulls me against his chest. His heart is racing. There’s a sheen of sweat on his skin.
“You were magnificent, love,” he murmurs against my hair. “Absolutely magnificent.”
Luca’s on my other side. Hand stroking my hip. “How are you feeling, beautiful?”
I take stock. My body is sore in the best way. Used. Thoroughly fucked. “Perfect. Completely perfect.”
From his chair, Leo makes a rough sound. I turn my head to look at him.
He’s still watching. Hand still moving on himself. His cock is hard and flushed. Pre-come leaking from the tip. His gaze is dark with want. Jaw tight with restraint.
“Next time, it’s my turn, sweetheart. But watching you take them...” his voice rough and strained. His hand moves faster. Eyes locked on mine. “Watching them fuck you, hearing you scream their names—fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come.”
The three of us watch as he chases his release. His hand moving with purpose. Eyes never leaving mine.
“Say my name,” he commands. Breathless. “Want to hear you say my fucking name.”
“Leo,” I breathe.
“Again.”
“Leo.”
He comes with a groan. Spilling over his hand. My name on his lips.
For a long moment, there’s just the sound of our breathing in the quiet room. The city lights cast shadows across the bed, and I’m surrounded by warm bodies and satisfied sighs.
Then Luca grins, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “So. Same time tomorrow?”
I laugh, the sound breathless and satisfied. “We haven’t even made it through tonight yet.”
“Fair point,” James says, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my hip. “Though I believe Leo still has unfinished business.”
Leo’s eyes meet mine across the room, dark and promising. “Oh, I definitely do, sweetheart. But let’s give you a minute to catch your breath first. Can’t have you passing out on me.”
“Or ten minutes,” I mutter.
He laughs, standing to clean himself up. “However long you need, sweetheart. We’ve got all night.”
And as they hold me. I realize I never want this night to end.
Leo returns from cleaning up, and the bed dips as he slides in behind Luca.
“Move over, mate,” Leo says, nudging him.
“Oi, I was here first,” Luca protests, but he's grinning as he shifts to make room.
Leo settles behind me, pulling me back against his chest. James is in front of me, close enough that I can feel his breath.
Now I'm completely surrounded. Leo's chest warm and solid at my back, James's grey eyes watching me in the dim light, and Luca's hand resting on my thigh from where he's settled beside Leo.
“Still touching her,” Luca says smugly. “Can't get rid of me that easily.”
Leo chuckles against my hair. “Wouldn't dream of it, mate.”
“Water,” James says softly, and suddenly there’s a glass at my lips. Cool and perfect. I didn’t even realize how thirsty I was until the first sip.
“Good girl,” Leo murmurs against my hair, and the praise makes me shiver despite my exhaustion.
Good girl. God, why does that affect me so much?
“How are you really feeling?” Luca asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my thigh. “Any soreness? Anything uncomfortable?”
I take stock. My thighs ache. There’s a pleasant soreness between my legs. My lips feel swollen from all the kissing. But it’s all good. All perfect.
“I’m good. Really good. Just... thoroughly used.”
“In the best way?” Leo’s voice rumbles against my back.
“In the absolute best way.”
James’s hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together. “You were extraordinary, love. Truly.”
“So responsive,” Luca adds. “So fucking perfect.”
Leo’s arm drapes over my waist, possessive and warm. “You exceeded every fantasy I had about tonight, sweetheart. And I had a lot of them.”
I laugh, the sound tired but happy. “I still can’t believe this is real.”
“It’s real,” James says, squeezing my hand. “You’re here. We’re here. This happened.”
“Best night of my life,” I whisper.
Luca shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. “Are you cold? Do you need anything? A blanket? A shower?”
“I’m perfect right here.”
“Let me at least get you cleaned up a bit,” James says, already moving. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth.
The intimacy of it—him gently cleaning between my thighs, careful and tender—makes my throat tight. This isn’t just sex. This is care. Affection.
“There,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my knee before disposing of the cloth. “Better?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He returns to the bed, and they rearrange themselves around me again. Leo pulls the duvet up over all of us, cocooning us in warmth and soft cotton.
Luca’s fingers continue their gentle patterns on my skin. James’s thumb strokes over my knuckles. Leo’s breath is warm and steady against my neck.
I feel safe. Cherished. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” Leo murmurs against my hair. “We’ve got you.”
And surrounded by their warmth, their steady breathing, the gentle touches that continue even as exhaustion pulls at me—I let myself drift.
I’m safe. I’m wanted.
Only for tonight, I’d said at the bar.
But lying here, my body still humming with satisfaction, surrounded by three men who’ve made me feel more desired and beautiful than I ever have before, I’m starting to think tonight might not be enough.
Not even close.