by Lila Dubois
“No. I have been powerless enough in my life.”
Selene shuffled. “I think we should keep playing.”
This round, no one bothered to bet with the sauce packets. Selene bet her bra, Oscar bet his pants, and Luca also bet his pants.
When Oscar raised a brow at him, Luca cleared his throat. “My chest doesn’t look like yours.”
They all took a minute to look at Oscar’s pecs.
“They’re very pretty,” Selene said.
“Agreed,” Luca breathed.
“Are you two objectifying me?” Oscar asked
“Oh, I’m sorry—” Luca’s apology stopped when Selene put a hand on his arm.
“Yes, we are,” Selene purred. Her fingers flexed on Luca’s arm, and Oscar saw the other man go still.
“Deal,” Luca demanded.
Ah-ha. Now they were starting to see the real man underneath all the hurt and shitty life crap.
Selene won.
Oscar stood up and shucked his jeans, then adjusted his boxer briefs so his hard-on wouldn’t stick out through the hole. There was no way to hide how hard his dick was, so the least he could do was make sure little Oscar didn’t play peekaboo.
Luca was in the same boat, and both Oscar and Selene unabashedly watched as he adjusted his black boxers. Luca tried to take his seat again, but Selene stopped him with a little tsk.
“Twirl,” she said. “Both of you.”
Oscar spun around on his heel, then struck a bodybuilding pose, pointing toward the corner of the room to show off his arms.
“Show off,” Selene said, but the tone of her voice was pure appreciation.
“That’s…” Luca abruptly took his seat.
“I didn’t get my twirl.”
“You don’t want to see me twirl.”
Selene put her hand back on Luca’s arm. “Actually, I do.” She ran a single finger from the crook of his elbow down to his wrist. “I guess you can do it naked, after I win.”
“Keep dreaming, woman.” Oscar took his seat and shuffled the cards.
Oscar won the next hand. Luca lost his shirt and Selene took off her bra.
Though her breasts were lovely, Oscar watched Luca rather than Selene. Luca’s gaze slid down what he could see of her naked body, from her face to her breasts, and when Selene ran her fingers down between them, then gently pinched a nipple, Luca stopped breathing.
Oscar reached out and clapped him on the shoulder. “Breathe.”
Luca exhaled noisily. “Yes. Breathing. It’s my first—” He clammed up and blushed.
Oscar’s brows rose as he realized what Luca hadn’t said. While he and Selene were playing around, enjoying the high-spirited, erotic game, what was happening here meant a hell of a lot more to Luca. Just the thought of that had Oscar’s cock growing even harder. “Your first time seeing tits in person?”
Luca nodded once. “I have wondered at times if I was gay, but no, I am most assuredly bisexual.”
“Where’s our twirl?” Selene played with her other nipple and from the way her breathing had changed, Oscar knew she was seriously turned on.
The woman had an incredible sex drive. She knew what she liked and wanted. That was the opposite of Faith, who’d always been too self-conscious to ever truly get into sex. It didn’t matter how many times or ways he told her she was beautiful, she spent too much of their between-the-sheets time fretting over how she looked naked. Which he was able to admit to himself now, really fucked with his own confidence. He’d worked his ass off to rock her world, but she never got out of her head long enough to enjoy it.
Selene held nothing back, neither her praise nor her enjoyment, and it was fucking amazing.
Luca hesitated, considering her request, then stood. His boxers weren’t going to be able to hide that erection much longer, and from the look of it, Luca was packing serious inches.
Luca turned—and the sight of his back damn near killed the mood.
If the light hadn’t struck the other man’s pale skin just right, the crosshatch of scars that spanned his upper back wouldn’t have been visible, as the white lines were old and healed.
“Your back.” Selene rose from her chair so fast, she nearly toppled it.
Oscar stood too, his heart heavy.
Luca turned around. “Ah, I forgot.” He glanced between them, his expression hardening. “Don’t pity me.”
“The whippings?” Oscar asked.
Luca sighed, seeming resigned. “Yes. The horizontal scars are from where they beat me. The vertical ones are from my self-mortification.” He pantomimed flicking a whip back over his own shoulder.
“You whipped yourself hard enough to leave scars,” Selene breathed.
“Of course he did. To protect his sister.”
Luca looked at Oscar and nodded. Then he started to reach down for his shirt, puddled on the floor. Selene put her foot on top of it. Luca froze, half bent, and looked up.
“Do you need to stop? Do you need this to be over?” Selene asked quietly.
“If you want a few minutes to yourself…” Oscar wasn’t used to feeling so protective, so watchful, when it came to a man who wasn’t one of his brothers.
Though what he felt for Luca wasn’t brotherly.
Odd, he’d never really questioned his own sexual orientation. He’d loved Faith, was going to be with her forever, and so there’d been no point. But something about Luca drew him in.
Then he considered Langston’s newfound relationship with Rich. He’d never questioned his brother’s orientation, either. The guy had been a man slut since puberty hit, chasing anything in a skirt. And while Oscar had teased Langston about doing butt stuff now with his new husband, the idea of it hadn’t bothered him. Now that he considered it, he was intrigued.
“I thought you would want to stop,” Luca said quietly.
“Not me.” Selene toyed with the waistband of her panties, then ran her hands up her belly to cup her own breasts. Luca had an up-close view since he was still hunched over, his head level with her breasts, and his breathing grew heavy.
Oscar put a hand on Luca’s shoulder, his body tingling as he touched the other man’s bare skin. He yanked Luca back to his seat.
“Place your bets.” Oscar shuffled, though badly. It wasn’t about the cards anymore. Hadn’t been for several hands now.
Rather than sit down, Selene pushed her chair away and bent over, elbows on the table, back arched so her sweet ass was sticking up, her pale-green panties molded to her cheeks.
“That’s…I think that’s cheating,” Luca said.
“It is. But it’s the perfect position for a spanking,” Oscar spoke before he thought it through.
Fuck.
Mentioning any kind of corporal punishment might be a trigger for Luca.
Selene seemed to have the same thought because she glanced at him and then they both looked at Luca, who swallowed hard. “If you hurt her, I would stop you.” Pause. “Try to stop you.” Pause. “Unless…”
Selene smiled. “Unless I knew I was a bad, bad girl and deserved a spanking?”
Luca braced both hands on the table, his fingertips white. “We’re going to have sex, correct? Because if not, I’m going to…”
“We’re having all the sex,” Oscar assured him.
Luca jumped to his feet, slid his arms around Selene, forcing her upright, and kissed her.
Oscar put away the cards and tidied the sauce packets. The man deserved some space for his first girl kiss.
Though for a first time, he was doing a fucking good job.
Luca had one arm around her waist, the other hand cupping her head. Despite how frantically aroused he clearly was, the kiss was long and deep. Hell, Oscar was just an observer, and he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.
Oscar finished putting everything away and then walked over to the couple. “My turn.”
Selene and Luca broke apart; Selene arched a brow and smiled a little. Oscar returned the cons
piratorial look—and then kissed Luca.
It was clear from the momentary stiffness Luca had thought Oscar was going to kiss Selene. Luca had just had his first girl kiss, but now it was Oscar’s turn to pop his own I-kissed-a-boy cherry.
Luca’s lips were soft at first, but when Oscar licked his bottom lip, Luca got unexpectedly, and thrillingly, aggressive. Oscar had never been the proverbial little spoon, and he kinda liked it. Luca’s tongue slid between his lips, running over the front of Oscar’s teeth. Damn, he’d never known the inside of his top lip was an erogenous zone.
Luca wrapped his arms around Oscar, his touch tentative and at odds with his masterful kiss.
A hand on Oscar’s ass—a third hand—startled him, until he felt Selene’s breath whisper across his cheek. “This is hot. Do it again, but with your dicks touching.”
Luca broke the kiss, and they were both panting. Selene was apparently done waiting because she grabbed the waistband of Oscar’s boxers and yanked them down. His dick rebounded, and he snarled at her. “Careful, woman. You don’t wanna snap that off.”
“Oh? Was I a bad girl?”
“Very bad,” Luca breathed. “He should spank you.”
Oscar hid his avaricious grin, more than happy to take the lead on Selene’s punishment. Pretending to focus on stepping out of his boxers, he was able to take Selene by surprise as he turned, grabbed her, and pulled her over his lap, plopping down into the chair she’d shoved away from the table.
“Oh!” she cried.
He landed a couple of swats on her ass and she wiggled, her hands gripping his calf.
“Pull down her panties for me,” Oscar said to Luca.
Luca ran his hand along her back, almost reverently, then paused as his fingers hit fabric. “Selene, you are not frightened? You are willing?”
“You have my affirmative consent.” She twisted to look at Luca. “But after this, I reserve the right to pretend I don’t like it. Adds to the fantasy for me.”
“For me as well.” Luca yanked her panties down to her knees.
Oscar spanked her a few more times. He was more of a slap-an-ass-in-the-heat-of-the-moment guy, but he’d watched enough porn that he could figure out how to make this hurt in all the best ways. For Selene and…
He glanced up at Luca, whose eyes were glued to Selene’s slowly pinkening ass. The other man clenched and unclenched his fists, clearly desiring a piece of the action.
After half a dozen or so swats, he ran his fingers along her slit. She was hot and wet, and Oscar gritted his teeth, trying to get an iota of control.
Jesus. There was no way he wanted this to end too soon, but fuck if he wasn’t ready to blow now.
“My turn,” Luca breathed. It wasn’t a question.
It was a demand.
Oscar slapped her ass once more for good measure, then helped her stand.
Luca, however, never got to the point of spanking her because as Selene straightened and stepped out of her panties, he just stared at her.
“Bellissima,” he murmured.
Oscar stood behind Selene, pulling her back against his chest. “Arms up,” he commanded. Selene raised her arms, sliding her hands behind Oscar’s head. He kissed her shoulder, the side of her neck, then nipped her ear. “Spread your legs. Wide.”
Selene did, as Luca looked her over, then shucked his boxers.
“Damn,” Selene breathed. “That is a very nice cock.”
Oscar had never been intimidated by another man’s dick, but he’d also never been in a position to think about another man’s dick in relation to possibly having it in his ass.
“We’re both fucking you,” he whispered to Selene.
“Chicken.”
“Yup.”
“May I…” Luca’s gaze darted over Selene’s naked body.
“Look?” she asked. “Touch?”
“And taste,” Luca breathed.
Selene’s fingers dug into Oscar’s head. “God, yes, please.”
Luca dropped to his knees. He ran his hands up her legs from ankles to thigh, hesitating there.
“Spread her pussy open with your thumbs,” Oscar suggested. “Take a good look at how pretty she is.”
Luca murmured something quietly in Italian. Oscar didn’t speak the language, but from the tone, he was pretty damn sure it was a prayer of thanks.
Though Oscar couldn’t see—a situation that he was going to rectify real fucking quick, he knew when Luca touched Selene because she arched in his arms.
“Ah, this is the clitoris?”
“YEP, THAT’S IT!” Selene jerked in his arms.
“I wondered if the sensitivity of it was exaggerat—”
Selene hooked a leg around Luca’s neck and jerked his face against her pussy. A second later, she shivered and moaned.
“Hold me up so I can ride his face,” she demanded, trying to pull Oscar’s arms around her waist.
“Fuck that, I want to watch.” Oscar tugged Selene away from Luca. “Also, the man has a fuckoff huge bruise on his cheek. Be careful.”
Luca inhaled heavily and then licked his lips. “It didn’t hurt.”
“Now, you’re getting it,” Selene said with the sexiest smile Oscar had ever seen.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Bed. I want to watch.” Oscar knew he sounded angry, but he wasn’t. He was so fucking turned on, his cock was already wet.
Selene raced for the bedroom. Oscar hauled Luca up and shoved him after her. By the time they reached the bedroom, Selene was already on her back on the bed, legs spread, arms up by her head.
“Luca should get to decide how this goes,” Oscar said. “It’s his first time with a woman.”
“He can, as soon as he finishes eating my pussy.”
“Wonderful plan.” Luca threw himself down onto the bed between her legs and spread her open with his thumbs. This time, Oscar got to watch as Luca started by carefully licking her clit with just the tip of his tongue, Selene’s back arching with each flick.
“Suck my nipples,” she pleaded, tugging on Oscar’s wrist.
He wrapped one hand around his cock, squeezing the base to keep himself under control, and then bent his head to her nipples. He sucked long and hard, then scraped the tip with his teeth. Lifting his mouth, he blew across her wet flesh, watched her areola tighten, then leaned over to repeat the action with the other breast.
“I’m close,” Selene breathed. “But I want to come with one of you inside me.”
Luca lifted his head. “I want that too.”
“To be inside her?” Oscar asked. “Or to have me inside you.” He wasn’t sure what wonderful, insane impulse made him add the second part.
Luca’s eyes lit up. “Both.”
“Don’t fucking move. Either of you.” Oscar jumped to his feet and raced for the kitchen. He’d seen Crisco there. Because, of course, the lunatics who owned this chicken-themed, dead-deer-heads cabin cooked with Crisco.
When he came back, Luca was on his hands and knees above Selene. She had one arm hooked around his neck, raising her upper body to facilitate their kiss.
“Fuck her,” Oscar barked. “Then I’m going to fuck you, and when I fuck you, it will make you fuck her.”
They broke the kiss, Luca holding eye contact with Selene as he adjusted his knees and dropped to his elbows. Selene pulled her heels toward her ass, creating a cradle of her legs.
“Condom?” Luca asked.
Selene looked at him. “I’m protected and clean. Do we need one?”
Luca swallowed heavily as he shook his head. “I…no…we don’t.”
“Fuck yeah,” Oscar muttered as he shifted so he could watch as Luca lowered his hips. It took him a few tries to get his cock lined up correctly. Selene reached between them to help guide him in.
“Right there. Can you feel it?” she asked softly.
“Yes. You’re so hot…and…and soft.”
Oscar popped the top off the Crisco tub, scooped some out, and greased
his dick.
“Slide into me, my angel,” Selene whispered.
Luca’s ass flexed and his big dick disappeared into Selene’s pussy. He started trembling. “That feels…that feels so fucking good.”
“You have two minutes to fuck her, then I’m coming for your ass,” Oscar warned.
They both looked over.
“Crisco?” Selene asked. “What kind of redneck bullshit—”
She stopped speaking and moaned as Luca pulled out all the way and thrust in again.
“She’s tight all the way, along the whole length of my cock.”
“Do it again, but shift your hips down, angle your cock up. That way you’ll hit her G-spot.”
Luca frowned in concentration and thrust again. The frown turned into a very satisfied grin as Selene arched under him, her nails digging into his back.
“If there were four of us, we could have someone playing with her nipples,” Luca breathed.
“We’re one short for a gang bang, but while I fuck your ass, you can play with her tits.” Oscar climbed onto the bed.
“Have you fucked a man before?” Luca glanced back over his shoulder.
“No, but I’ve fucked an ass before. Her ass, actually,” Oscar said, looking at Selene, whose eyes were unfocused with her arousal. She was seriously close to coming. “Relax.”
Luca slid deep into Selene and then dropped down, his pelvis and chest flush with hers.
Oscar spanked Luca just because he could, enjoying the other man’s groan of pleasure, then rubbed his Crisco-covered fingers between the cheeks of Luca’s ass, feeling his tight entrance. He should go slow, work Luca up to this, but they were all too fucking close. Oscar held Luca’s hips, angled his cock, and pressed.
For a moment there was resistance, and then Luca’s tight hole relaxed, and the tip of Oscar’s cock slid through the ring of muscle. He stopped, panting.
Under him, Luca was trembling, and Selene was writhing uncontrollably.
“Fuck him,” Selene demanded. “Fuck him and make him fuck me and oh shit…”
Oscar widened his knees, forced both Luca and Selene’s legs apart another few inches, held tight to Luca’s hips, and thrust his cock in deep. That shoved Luca’s hips forward, and Selene moaned in pleasure.