Chapter 37
Lucas
“Yes.” I’m barely hanging on. My dick pulsates painfully. My body tingles, a live wire of pleasure ready to erupt. I’ve never had anyone devour me like that, especially not two men determined to blow my mind with their mouths. “Please.”
I keep one hand braced on the cold window, not daring to move and shatter the moment, the other tangled in Des’ hair.
He rises, exchanges a glance with Dante, silently communicating the way they do, and shakes his head. “I’m good right here.”
Dante yanks off his shirt and shucks his jeans and boxers. “Anything hurt, Luca? Are you sore?”
Everything hurts. It’s a deep, constant throb that never goes away.
My shoulders and muscles stay stiff no matter how long I stand beneath the hot water in the shower.
The pain isn’t as sharp as it was in that nightmarish basement—not even close—but a dull ache has settled into every fiber of my being. “I’m not sore.”
He doesn’t accept my half-truth. He pinches my chin and tilts my face to his. “Are you hurt? Do I need to carry you to bed?”
He’s not joking. His dark, hard gaze is locked on mine, revealing both sides of him—rough and protective. He’ll take care of me, even if he has to force me to let him.
“No.” Fuck, no. Absolutely not. He won’t be carrying me upstairs.
I hate being treated as if I’m fragile, incapable. I might be fractured, but I’m not weak. I can handle them, both of them. I want to please them—need to please them. Need to disappear into the ecstasy they give, let the pleasure-high swallow me whole.
He arches a challenging brow. “Are you hurting?”
“No more than usual,” I concede. “Please don’t stop, Tay. This helps. You two are the only things that numb the pain.”
His eyes soften. “You better tell me if you need a break. We have all night. Tomorrow too.” He cups my jaw and kisses my lips, gentle and languid.
In front of me, Des strips off the rest of his clothes, squeezes a generous amount of lube into his palm, then passes the bottle to his brother.
He takes over Dante’s kiss, wraps his fist around my shaft, and slicks my length.
I moan into his mouth, our tongues intertwining as the blunt head of Dante’s cock teases my entrance.
Des releases me, only to grasp our erections together. He strokes us both while thrusting his thick dick along mine. My body flushes with heat, and I grind my ass into Dante.
Hurry up and fuck me already. I’m going out of my mind.
“Always so greedy for my cock.” He pushes forward. “Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you. It’s yours.”
There’s resistance, then a burning stretch. The tip breaks through, and I clench around him. Holy shit. Why is he so much bigger in this position?
“So fucking tight for us.” He slowly sinks deeper. “Relax, baby. I need to fill you, feel your ass squeezing every inch of my cock.”
I’m speechless. The friction… The stretch… I focus on Des’ strokes, on Dante’s girth, and urge my muscles to relax. He eases all the way in, his pelvis flush with my ass, and I can’t breathe. The fullness is overwhelming but incredible at the same time.
He sucks air through his teeth, hissing. His grip tightens on my hips, and he drives even deeper, as far as he can.
I whimper. “So deep, Tay.”
“Mm…fuck,” he growls, raw and gravelly.
He pulls back, and I watch in the reflection of the window as he stares down at where he’s buried inside me.
“Your ass is heaven, baby.” He pauses, allowing me to adjust, his hands clutching my hips possessively. “Damn. Look at you, taking every fucking inch of me.”
My legs tremble. I’m filled completely, stretched to the limit.
“You’re beautiful—perfect,” Des groans, still torturing me with slow, lazy strokes. “I could say it a thousand times… You’re perfect for us—letting us have our way with you, letting us fuck and fill and use you.”
My heart swells, then deflates. That’s not a declaration of love, idiot. I’m a rollercoaster of emotions. I love being used by them, fulfilling their needs, but it means nothing, right? Lust is only temporary.
A sudden pain slices through my chest, and I wince. I never imagined I’d end up with these two—not in my wildest dreams—and I’m terrified of the darkness I’d sink into if they stopped wanting me.
“Don’t overthink, piccino.” Des captures my lips in a bruising kiss and steals the air from my lungs—along with my spiraling thoughts. “No one has made us feel this complete. You’re ours, remember?”
He increases his pace, his hand working our cocks as if he’s on a mission to make me come harder than ever. He’s about to succeed; my balls are already humming.
His mouth trails down my jaw, then my neck, hot and hungry, biting and sucking, my skin a canvas for their marks.
The twin sensations—Dante buried deep inside me and Des worshipping my body—draw me into that place of pure surrender, and I become pliant in their arms. I relax into Dante, threading my fingers through his hair, my other hand tangled in Des’ thick waves.
“That’s it, Luca. Let go. We got you.”
Dante withdraws almost all the way, then slams back in. The ridge of his cock grazes my prostate, and my eyes flutter shut. My ass clamps around him.
“Jesus…fuck.” He pounds into me, the force lifting me onto my toes.
A sharp cry tears from my throat, and my head falls to his shoulder.
“Arch your back, baby. Just like that. Give me that ass.” He sets a steady, punishing rhythm. “You’re doing so well, taking me so fucking deep.”
Each brutal thrust has me moaning desperately, embarrassingly.
Des’ mouth is everywhere—my neck, my chest, my nipples. His fist tightens around our lengths, and his strokes quicken in sync with the snap of his twin’s hips.
I rock between them, meeting them thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. I let go fully, surrendering to the ecstasy, and drift into that space where no pain exists. No intrusive thoughts or memories invade my mind. Only unadulterated pleasure.
They use my body, and I use theirs—the three of us reduced to nothing but base, raw need: moans and curses, whimpers, and low, broken groans.
“You gonna come for us, baby?” Dante’s voice is strained, his rhythm faltering. “I want to feel your tight little ass milk my cock.”
He angles his hips and hits my prostate repeatedly, sending jolts of electricity up my spine. My toes curl. I’m teetering right there on the edge.
“Come with me.” Des twists his wrist, and his calloused palm glides over my sensitive tip. “I’m so fucking close.”
Stars explode behind my eyelids. “Yes—I—oh fuck.”
The orgasm crashes into me with such force my legs threaten to give out. My entire body seizes. I come in pulsing waves, white-hot and all-consuming.
Des’ cock jerks. “Fuck yes.”
Cum spurts onto my stomach—his or my own, I’m not sure. His forehead presses to mine, and he shudders.
Behind me, Dante’s thrusts grow erratic. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave marks, and he slams into me one final time.
I feel the hot pulse of him as he fills me, warmth spreading deep inside. I love it. I crave the sensation of their release—especially inside me—far more than I should. It’s euphoric, gratifying.
“Fuck…Luca…” His breath is hot and ragged on my neck, his heart beating wildly against my back.
After several moments, he withdraws, and I feel empty.
He crouches behind me and kisses each ass cheek before spreading them apart.
His cum trickles down my thigh, warm and wet.
He traces the path of it with his fingers, then circles my rim.
It should be weird, but it isn’t. It’s obscenely erotic—being marked, claimed so thoroughly.
We catch our breath, kissing and caressing, then shower. I barely move—I float in a hazy cloud of post-sex bliss while Des washes my body and Dante shampoos my hair. They spoil me, and I let them.
Des’ soapy fingers knead my shoulders, and my forehead drops onto Dante’s chest in front of me. I either pass out or finish the shower in a trance, because the next thing I know, we’re sliding between the cool, clean sheets upstairs.
Dante offers me a bottle of water and a few pills. I stare up at him, confused.
“Ibuprofen,” he explains. “Take them so you’re not sore.”
Without arguing, I take the meds, and the three of us fall fast asleep.
I wake in the morning lying on Des’ chest, my knees bracketing his waist, his large hands gripping my thighs, holding me in place as he presses his slick cock into me.
“Mmm,” I moan, eyes heavy-lidded, not quite awake.
“Shh, piccino,” he whispers, voice raspy with sleep. “Stay right there. Let me fuck you, baby.”
I do—I’m certain I’d do anything for them—only lifting my hips to accommodate my thickening erection.
He loses himself in me, slow and sleepy, a soft litany of praise pouring out the entire time.
You feel so fucking good. I’m in love with you. I can’t resist you; I want to fill you every chance I get. Can you come for me, baby? Hands free while I fuck your tight ass? Such a good fucking boy.
We both come. I begin to fall back to sleep, still on his chest, his fingers brushing through my hair, when the mattress dips.
Dante positions himself between our legs. “Look at you, dripping with my twin’s cum. Can you take another load, baby?”