Ep2
2054 Words
Nicki
I finished dragging the last box into my room—well, the room now—and flopped onto the mattress, trying to breathe. The apartment still echoed with silence and tension thick enough to slice with a butter knife.
It didn’t take long for them to drift toward my doorway. Angie leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, while Luca hovered behind her, hands shoved in his pockets.
“So…” Angie’s eyes slid to the mattress beneath me. “You’re the only one with a bed.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
Luca rubbed the back of his neck. “I… just moved in. Literally today. Didn’t have time to furniture shop.”
Angie shrugged. “I flew in this morning. My bed’s being delivered in two days.”
I stared at them. “Wait. You’re both… bedless?”
They exchanged a look, and I could practically feel the awkward history rising in the room like smoke.
“Look,” Luca finally said, voice low, that rough edge still clinging to it. “Your bed’s big enough. We’ll crash here tonight, then figure something else out tomorrow.”
“You want us to share?” I arched a brow.
Angie smirked, teasing despite the tension. “It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before, Nicki.”
Yeah.
Except last time, we were kids, and no one was six feet tall with tattoos and a voice that made my stomach flip.
Luca shrugged. “One night. You okay with that?”
I hesitated, eyes bouncing between them. Angie—the same fiery eyes, biting sarcasm. Luca—the boy next door turned way too grown-up.
It shouldn’t matter. It’s just sleeping.
I sighed. “Fine. But if either of you snore, I’m kicking you onto the floor.”
“Deal.” Angie grinned.
Luca just smirked. “No promises.”
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By the time night rolled around, I was beyond exhausted. Between work, moving, and trying to avoid the emotional landmines in this apartment, my brain was fried.
I rummaged through my suitcase for my usual pajama set, only to realize I hadn’t unpacked properly yet. I barely had time to shower, let alone organize clothes before rushing off to work this noon.
The only thing I could find?
A red, barely-there, see-through nightdress that I’d packed for… I don’t even know. Wishful thinking? Delusion?
I groaned, holding the flimsy thing up. It looked innocent enough folded, but stretched out? Yeah, not exactly nun-appropriate.
Tomorrow I had the day off, I’d unpack fully. But tonight… well, this would have to do.
When I stepped out of my room, Angie was sprawled on the couch, chatting on the phone, laughing. Luca was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear the shower running.
I needed my hairbrush from the bathroom. Quick in, quick out.
The door was open a crack. I pushed it wider—
And froze.
Luca stood by the sink, towel slung over his head, drying his hair. His body completely nayked
Tanned skin with ripped defined muscles.Tattoo ink licked across his torso and down his hip like art.
His D was perfect, medium sized, thick and ready.
My word!
I gasped—a sharp, involuntary sound—clamping a hand over my mouth as I stumbled back.
Luca froze, towel still over his head, probably only now realizing he wasn’t alone.
I didn’t wait to see his face. I bolted for the bedroom, heart racing, slipping under the covers like I could bury the image permanently. I couldn't.
Minutes later, the shower shut off. Footsteps padded down the hall. The door creaked open. Luca entered, wearing only sweatpants, hair damp, eyes unreadable.
He slid under the covers beside me without a word.
Angie joined after, still finishing her call, plopping down on Luca’s other side.
The three of us lay there in tense, awkward silence, scrolling through our phones, pretending the situation was totally normal.
Except it wasn’t. I saw all of him.
And now I couldn’t unsee it.
Finally, I exhaled, breaking the silence.
“For the record… I didn’t start the rumors about you being in a cult, Angie. Back in high school. That wasn’t me.”
Angie stilled. “I know.”
I turned, surprised.
“It was Claire,” she continued, voice softer now. “She told everyone I was sacrificing cats or some s**t because I wore black eyeliner and read tarot cards.”
I snorted. “Damn! We were so stupid.”
Angie’s eyes flicked to Luca. “Well, I didn’t k!ss Robin, by the way. That was a lie too. Claire made that up to stir drama.”
Luca groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. “And I didn’t tell the science club about the treehouse. I never wanted it trashed. That was some other a$$hole.”
We all went quiet again. The weight of old betrayals—manufactured at that —hung in the air like fog.
“Those rumors…” I muttered. “They ruined everything.”
“Yeah,” Angie whispered. “I missed you guys.”
Luca’s voice, low and rough, cut in. “Same.”
I swallowed. Years wasted over lies. Over bullsh!t.
“So… what do you guys do now?I'm a call center customer service desk girlie. ” I said, desperate to steer the conversation somewhere less… depressing.
Angie perked up. “Marketing. I’m with a digital agency. We do campaigns for small brands.”
I nodded. “Nice.”
My eyes slid to Luca. “What about you?”
A crooked grin curled on his lips. “I’m a pornstar.”
Dead silence.
Angie blinked. “Shut up.”
I gawked at him. “You are not.”
“Two years running,” Luca said casually, reaching for his phone. “Won an AVN award for Best Male Star last year. Just opened my own production company.”
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline.
It never came.
“You’re serious?” Angie squeaked.
Luca smirked, unlocking his phone. “Want me to show you my IMDb page?”
I buried my face in my pillow, groaning.
This was going to be a long, long night.
“Yes, I wanna see proof of that.” I quipped.
Luca didn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, scrolling casually like he was showing us vacation photos. But what filled the screen was… well, not the beach.
The clip was short, but the impact?
Yeah. My cheeks burned instantly.
Luca was on his knees, between a woman’s thighs.
Eating that pssy like it's his last supper.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was too late. The image was seared into my brain, alongside the memory of seeing him nayked an hour ago.
“Oh, my,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands.
Luca chuckled, lowering the phone. “Relax. It’s just work.”
Angie, on the other hand, looked way too intrigued. “So… you’re seriously running your own production company now?”
“Yep.” Luca leaned back against the pillows like this was all casual. “But I want to switch it up. No more polished, over-edited crap. I’m moving into homemade amateur stuff. Raw, natural with real chemistry.”
My mouth went dry. “And… what? You just expect us to audition?”
Luca’s grin widened. “No audition. I want the first video to be all of us. If you’re game.”
Dead silence.
Angie arched a brow. “You’re joking.”
“Dead serious.” He stretched, muscles flexing, entirely too comfortable with this whole conversation.
I stared at him, stunned speechless, as Angie casually peeled off her nightdress. The red fabric slipped down her shoulders, pooling at her waist before hitting the floor. She was completely nûde beneath, utterly unfazed.
“I don’t mind a new career change,” she announced, climbing back into bed like this was an everyday thing. “As long as it pays.”
Luca’s gaze slid to me, Angie’s eyes sparkled with wicked amusement.
I swallowed. Hard.
“You’re both insane,” I muttered, my pulse racing.
Luca tilted his head. “It’s nothing extreme, Nicki. Just… natural. Comfortable. No pressure.”
I hesitated, heart thudding painfully against my ribs. But the weight of their eyes… the heat simmering in the air… curiosity and something darker tangled inside me.
I exhaled. “If there’s anything extreme—like ropes, chains, weird food—I’m out.”
Luca chuckled low. “Nothing like that. Promise.”
Against my better judgment, I slid the thin nightdress over my head and tossed it aside, trying to ignore the fact that both their eyes dragged over me like I was already on camera.
Luca stood, grabbing his camera bag from the corner.
“Good,” he murmured, adjusting the equipment. “Then let’s get started.”
The soft click of the camera echoed somewhere in the background, but my pulse was too loud in my ears to care.
Angie shifted beside me, completely at ease, like she wasn’t stark nayked with a camera pointed in our direction. Her gaze flicked between me and Luca, playful, predatory.
“You know…” she started, voice dropping low as her fingers skimmed my thigh, “I’ve always wanted to k!ss you.”
Ironically both of our first k!ss was with Luca. Different times same dare.
My breath hitched. “Angie—”
She didn’t wait for permission. Her hand slid to my jaw, tilting my face toward hers, and her lips claimed mine before I could finish the sentence.
Soft at first.
But when I didn’t pull away—when I melted into it, despite every warning bell in my head—the k!ss deepened.
Her tongue slid against mine, slow, teasing. One hand slipped into my hair, the other tracing the curve of my hip.
Behind us, Luca’s quiet curse broke through the haze.
The k!ss broke, and I barely had time to breathe before Angie turned to him.
Luca didn’t need more encouragement. His hand tangled in my hair as he leaned in, mouth crashing over mine, rougher, hotter. His lips demanded, teeth grazing, tongue sliding past mine in a way that made my stomach twist tight.
His other hand skimmed my thigh, fingers brushing higher, dangerously close to my pssy.
I gasped when he cupped me, the heat of his palm pressed firmly between my legs, testing how ready I already was.
“F!ck,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to grin, voice rough with approval. “She’s soaked.”
Angie giggled behind me, her hand slipping up my side, fingers teasing my n****e. “Guess she missed us more than she thought.”
I opened my mouth to fire back something snarky, but Luca slid down the bed, mouth trailing k!sses down my stomach, cutting me off completely.
The camera light blinked faintly in the corner as he settled between my thighs, spreading me open. His eyes flicked up.
“Still okay?”
I nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
He didn’t waste time. His mouth descended, tongue sliding through my lips with practiced ease, slow at first—teasing softly—before his lips closed around my cl!t, sucking softly.
I m0aned, hips arching off the bed as pleasure shot through me.
Angie k!ssed my neck, her hand finding mine, fingers lacing together. “He’s so good at this.”
My only response was a broken whimper as Luca’s tongue flicked again, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady. His fingers spread my lips apart to deeply explore me.
His stubble scraped my skin in the best way, rough and grounding, as his mouth worked me relentlessly—circling, sücking and devouring—until my legs shook.
Angie leaned down, k!ssing me again, muffling the sounds that slipped from my mouth as my 0rgasm built, sharp and fast.
Luca groaned against me, the vibration sending me spiraling as I came, thighs clenching, pleasure washing over me lik
e a tidal wave.
By the time I caught my breath, Luca was crawling back up the bed, his mouth glistening, eyes dark with need.
“Bring that püssy,” he told Angie, voice low and wrecked.
She grinned wickedly, settling between his legs.
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