“You think he’s earned it?” he whispered. Shaky. Gay sex “He’s ready for it.”I turned my head slowly, eyes flicking to Wes…sweaty, flushed, trembling behind me, lips parted like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. I turned my head just slightly, locking eyes with Wes. Controlled at first, but only just.“Ohh, fuck…” I moaned, bracing myself, letting him stretch me open all over again. He lined up behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other splayed across my back to hold me steady. “Damn. “Come closer,” he said, his voice low, smooth as sin. Full. Pleasure burned up my spine, coiling in my belly. His tip pressed against me, sliding through the spit and slick. My jaw dropped, a deep sound catching in my throat. I glanced up at Luca, panting. “You think he’s earned it?” he whispered. Then he slowed. Licked a line up to his collarbone, then across to his nipple, taking it into my mouth and licking him slow, teasing. His cock strained violently against the front of his briefs.I looked over my shoulder and smiled. Wes let out a choked gasp, his cock wet and twitching, his chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon.
