31. Luca
Chapter 31
Luca
D aren’s slick fingers and Fletcher’s cruel words were almost enough to make me come untouched. I groaned, relaxing and letting Daren’s fingers get as deep inside of me as they could reach, focusing on the wet press of his palm on my mouth and the callused grip of Fletcher’s hand against my face.
I wanted him.
I wanted him .
I wanted them both.
“Love is a liability, Daren,” Fletcher said, climbing off of the bed.
I winced, immediately missing the proximity of his body heat, but Daren was quick to fill the absence, stretching his three fingers inside of me until I screamed against his hand.
“I don’t care,” Daren told him, gorgeous and sincere eyes locked on me.
“Does he?” Fletcher asked, acknowledging me for the first time.
Daren dragged his palm away from my mouth, resting it on my throat.
“Not as much as I should,” I answered, giving Daren a knowing look before my stare darted up toward Fletcher. “I love him, but…I want you .”
“Sex is just as bad, Luca,” Fletcher said, lips angled into an almost frown.
“Is that why you won’t fuck him?”
He huffed. “I think the question you’re meaning to ask is that why Gideon North won’t fuck you ?”
Daren pulled his fingers halfway out of me and spit on his knuckles before pushing back inside. I twisted beneath him, arching off the bed with a groan.
“Gideon doesn’t fuck anybody,” I said, “but I do.”
“Does it bother you?” Fletcher looked to Daren, eyes narrowed. “That you sit there and say you love him, and in the next breath he’s begging me to fuck?”
Daren shifted his hand so it was palm up, the heel of his hand cradling my balls. The way they talked to each other like I wasn’t even there was fucking doing things to me, and if one of them didn’t get it together and fuck me soon, I was going to throw myself off the roof.
“He’s asking you to get in his asshole, Fletcher, not his heart.”
Fletcher’s mouth quirked up into the first honest smile I’d ever seen, and he let out a quiet laugh, hand resting on his belt. “Is that what you want? You want me in your asshole, Luca?”
I shivered, and Daren wiggled a fourth finger into me. Spreading my legs wider, I planted my feet on the mattress and closed my eyes.
“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? As an offering?”
“Don’t demean yourself like that.”
Daren chuckled. “He likes it.”
“I want you both,” I admitted, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around Daren’s wrist. He smiled, nostrils flaring as I tried to drag him deeper. “I don’t know how to explain it and I don’t think I need to. I’m here and I’m…”
The words left me when Daren moved to get the lube, squirting a more than generous amount onto his already spit-slick knuckles. He twisted around my rim, trying to press the rest of the way inside of me and meeting resistance.
“Say it,” Fletcher prompted, resting his knee again on the edge of the bed.
“I’m here and I’m asking for both of you. Not because of any obligation.” Daren’s chin tipped toward the tattoo on his chest. “But because I find you both attractive, because I love Daren and I love fucking, and they’re not mutually exclusive.”
“Show me, then,” Fletcher said. “Show me again how you take his cock and prove there’s room for me in there.”
Daren flipped our positions before I had time to fully process what Fletcher had just agreed to. He shoved his pants down as his ass hit the bed, and he promptly fitted me on his lap, my still gaping hole sucking close around his shaft as he fucked up into me with one quick thrust.
Fingers gripping my waist, Daren set a hard and steady pace, the sound of our skin slapping together the loudest noise in the room. I fell forward, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Tears again wet my face, but not because I was in pain and not because I was scared. I was just so happy. Happy to be with him, even if under watch and even if under false pretenses. My entire relationship with Daren was stolen moments, so I would be a thief and steal some more.
“I love you too,” I whispered into his ear, a promise meant just for him. “No matter what happens.”
Daren kissed the side of my head, slowing his thrusts at the same time the mattress depressed at the foot of the bed. Resting my weight on Daren’s chest, I reached behind me and spread my ass cheeks apart, giving Fletcher a view like he’d asked for.
“Do you hate sharing me?” I asked softly in the damp skin of Daren’s neck.
“I love everything about you.”
Slippery and thick fingers traced the outline of my hole, pressing hard against the places where Daren and I were joined. Beneath me, Daren grunted, hips snapping up of their own accord as Fletcher slowly teased us both.
“Hold still,” Fletcher said absently, the thick swell of his cock pushing into my hole against the top of Daren’s shaft. Daren went entirely still, both of us holding our breaths as Fletcher forced his cock into my body.
“This doesn’t feel like there’s room for two,” Fletcher said, a hint of amusement now lacing through his tone. He made no move to stop, feeding inch after inch of his erection into me until I cried into the pillow with relief. “Oh, there it is.”
Daren stroked his hands down my back, soothing me like a skittish horse as I adjusted to the feel of both of their cocks inside of me, laughing gently as I mumbled nonsense into his ear. Promises, and secrets, and hopes, and nightmares, all of them ours and his and mine. Fletcher let out a low groan, the last inch of his cock sliding into me, and his fingers grazing over Daren’s around my waist as they both found room for themselves in and around me.
I’d never felt so full, not even with half of Daren’s arm up my ass. Never felt so vulnerable, shaking between two men who had the power to make or break the rest of my life. Fletcher could ruin me with a word, Daren with a look, and between the two of them with their pleasure on the line, I’d never had more control over my life.
“This is a mistake,” Fletcher said under his breath, the words not meant for either of us, maybe not even for himself.
“Then make it count,” Daren said, sinking into the bed and thrusting up into me. He had limited movement with Fletcher and me on top of him, but as with all things, he made it worth it. His cock jerked Fletcher out of whatever preemptive outcome he’d built in his mind, and then the two of them delivered me the most ruthless fucking of my very short life, not stopping until I was covered in cum and blood, on the brink of consciousness and silently begging for more.