“You’re salty ’cause you’re losing.” Oscar was enjoying this far too much. “You can always back out.”
“I don’t quit.”
“So what are you taking off next? Bra or panties?”
“Bra,” Selene purred. “And I plan to play with myself. We’ll see how good you two are while I do that.”
Luca froze. “Uh…”
Something else occurred to Oscar, and he shot Selene a sharp glance to let her know that this was serious. She paused in the middle of unsnapping her bra, then lowered her hands without removing it.
“Luca, after what happened when you were a teenager…” Oscar had to stop and think about his next words. There was nothing worse than making someone feel shitty about themselves or their sexuality. “After what you went through when you were a teenager, it would make sense if you stayed away from any kind of sexual situation, avoided…uh, images…”
“What kind of porn do you watch?” Selene asked.
“I’m supposed to be the unsubtle one,” Oscar groaned. “You can’t just ask people what kind of porn they watch. Dude might not even watch porn.”
“I watch porn,” Luca said. “For a long time, I tried watching what I thought was very heterosexual porn. But I primarily watch, uh…” He glanced at Selene apologetically. “Gangbangs.”
Oscar shook his head. “This conversation is fucking surreal.”
“One woman, multiple men?” Selene clarified.
“Yes. And some bondage stuff.”
“That can be pretty heterosexual,” Selene said, elbow on the table, chin on her hand. “Just bondage? Are we talking light hentai tentacle porn stuff, or full BDSM?”
“No pain, no discipline,” Luca said sharply. “Well, uh, some domestic discipline.”
Oscar had a brief fantasy of turning Selene over his lap for a spanking while Luca watched and made suggestions. Under the table, his dick hardened in his pants.
After that, they could take turns fucking her.
“But power exchange…” Selene seemed to consider it. “I’m guessing you aren’t fantasizing about being the powerless one.”
“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