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“Soft dare,” Rick interjected, rubbing his hands together with a predatory grin. “Alice, sit on my lap and tell us your dirtiest fantasy about us. But no lies, slut.” Alice sighed, but was already moving toward him, her dress riding up dangerously as it settled on his thighs.
“Okay,” she murmured, her lips brushing Rick’s ear as his eyes searched me for a split second. “I pictured… all four of you taking turns with me while Luca is forced to watch.” The confession came out in a raspy whisper, but the light in her eyes was impossible to deny. The boys erupted in a chorus of vulgar approval as Rick dug his fingers into her hips, pressing her tighter against him.
“Final dare for now,” Rocco announced, raising the bottle in a mock toast. “Alice, kiss Marco on the cheek… but only after he whispers something sweet in your ear.” Marco leaned in with an exaggeratedly romantic expression, his lips brushing Alice’s ear as he whispered something that made her giggle nervously.
“You’re so disgusting,” she murmured, but when her lips touched Marco’s cheek, it was with a slowness that smacked of defiance.
“Soft dare,” Joe said with a smile that didn’t bode well, as Alice settled more comfortably on his lap, her dress now reduced to a useless scrap of fabric. “Alice, whisper to Marco which part of your body you prefer boys to touch.”
She pretended to think, her fingers fidgeting with the buttons on Joe’s shirt, her eyes searching me for a split second. “My neck,” she finally whispered, leaning closer to Marco with a falsely shy look. “It gives me the creeps when someone runs their tongue over it.” The confession was barely audible, but enough to make Marco chuckle, and he actually touched her neck with a finger, making her shiver.
“Truth,” Rick interjected, pouring himself another glass with an unsteady hand. “Alice, have you ever pretended to be asleep to avoid having sex with Luca?” The question fell like a stone in a pond, and for a moment I saw a glint of genuine embarrassment in Alice’s eyes.
She shook her head, but then bit her lip. “One time… I was too drunk and had a headache,” she admitted, her voice so low I almost missed it. “But he noticed and just hugged me.” The boys burst into laughter, while Joe squeezed her hip, causing her to let out a strangled moan.
“Even softer dare,” Rocco announced, pointing the bottle at Alice with a directorial air. “Let Rick stroke your hair while you tell Joe what you like most about Luca touching you.” Alice sighed, but was already moving toward Rick, who dug his fingers into her blond hair possessively.
“I like it when…” she hesitated, her lips trembling slightly, “…when he grabs my ass with one hand and holds me still while he fucks me.” Her voice trailed off into a raspy whisper, as the boys whistled in approval. Joe laughed and pinched her hip, making her jump. “Good bitch,” he muttered, as Rick continued to stroke her hair with a slow, teasing pace.
“Truth,” Marco said suddenly, his voice laced with a mischief that made the hairs on the back of Alice’s neck stand up. “How many times have you let another guy touch you while you were with Luca?”
Alice stiffened on Rick’s lap, her lips parting in mock shock. “What the fuck kind of question is—”
“Answer me, bitch,” Joe interrupted, digging his fingers into her thigh.
She snorted, but the blush rising from her cleavage was a confession more eloquent than any words. “Two… three times,” she murmured, lowering her eyes. “At the club. Just groping, nothing more.”
Rocco burst out laughing. “Of course, sure. Soft dare, then: Alice, sit on my lap and tell us how it really went.”
Alice gave me a quick glance, almost a silent plea for forgiveness, but then she stood up with a slowness that tasted like defiance. Her dress no longer covered anything, her breasts bouncing with every step. When she sat on Rocco, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. “So?”
She sighed, her lips trembling slightly. “It was… in the bathroom of a club. He pushed me against the wall and lifted my skirt. I let him do it because…” she hesitated, but the light in her eyes was now uncontrollable. “Because the idea that Luca might find out excited me.”
A chorus of whistles filled the room. Marco leaned forward. “Hot dare: Alice, rub yourself against Rocco and tell me if he’s bigger than Luca.”
Alice laughed nervously, but she was already starting to move, her hips rotating like a cat in heat. “I can’t just know—”
“Then check,” Joe interrupted, chuckling.
Rocco grabbed her hand and guided it to the zipper of his jeans. Alice held her breath, but his fingers didn’t pull away. “Truth,” he whispered, as the boys held their breath. “It’s not fair to compare, but…”
The sentence hung suspended, charged with a tension that felt like the point of no return.
Alice looked down, her fingers gripping Rocco’s zipper with a tremor that wasn’t just pretend. “What the fuck are you doing…” she whispered, but when she looked up at me, Luca, I saw that spark of defiance I knew too well.
“Answer me, bitch,” Marco growled, digging his fingers into her blond hair and pulling her head back.
She snorted, but the way she moved against Rocco was anything but reluctant. “He’s… bigger,” she admitted through gritted teeth, as the boys erupted in a chorus of vulgar approval. My beer bottle slipped from my hand, splashing foam onto the floor.
“Heavy dare now,” Joe announced with a grin, pouring himself another shot while Alice remained still on Rocco’s lap, her fingers still clinging to his zipper. “Alice, let Marco lick your tit while Rick gropes your ass. And no half measures, I want to hear you moan for real.”
Alice pretended to be shocked, but the trembling of her lips betrayed her excitement. “You’re so disgusting,” she hissed, but she was already moving toward Marco, her dress now completely open, revealing her hard nipples. Marco wasted no time: he grabbed one of her breasts with one hand and ran his tongue over it in a slow, teasing motion, while Rick sank his fingers between her ass cheeks from behind.
“Ah! Bastards…” Alice moaned, her voice breaking as Marco sucked her nipple forcefully. Her hands gripped Marco’s shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. I, Luca, clenched my teeth so hard I felt a dull ache in my temples.
“Truth,” Rick blurted, caressing her ass with an open palm. “Alice, did you ever think about us while Luca was fucking you?”
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily. “Yes,” she admitted in a hoarse whisper. “Once… I imagined Rocco bending me over on the bed.” The confession burned in her throat, but the way she arched against Rick proved it wasn’t a regret.
“Final dare,” Rocco growled, standing up and pushing her toward the couch. “Alice, straddle me and tell me exactly how you want me to take you tonight. I want to hear every word.”
Alice hesitated only a moment, then climbed on top of him with fluid movements, her dress now lying in pieces on the floor. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, her lips brushing Rocco’s ear. “Hard. Merciless. And I want Luca watching every second.”
The room erupted in a chorus of curses and whistles, as I felt the blood roar in my ears. Alice looked at me, challenging me with those lust-filled eyes I knew all too well.
“Then expect consequences,” I whispered, but my voice was too low to be heard over the chaos.