Ruthless Kings of Obsession (Leighton Royals University #3)

35. Triple Threat Of Lust

Triple Threat Of Lust

~ G EMINI~

Fuck…this feels good.

My heart pounded, a relentless drumbeat against my ribs as I lowered myself onto Ren. The stretch of him was overwhelming—familiar yet somehow foreign in its intensity. My thighs trembled with the effort to take him, to own this moment, and I couldn’t suppress the breathy moan that escaped my lips when I finally settled, his length filling me completely.

Ren let out a low groan beneath me, his hands gripping my hips with enough force to anchor me, and I couldn’t help but shiver. He felt good, almost too good, his heat sinking into me in a way that made my head spin. I tried to steady my breathing, to reclaim some semblance of control, but every nerve in my body seemed alive, tingling with sensation.

His voice broke through the haze, deep and throaty. “You look so good like this, Eva. Bold suits you.” His fingers flexed against my skin, a not-so-subtle reminder of his restraint.

I tilted my head to meet his gaze, my lips curling into a slow, teasing smile. “Bold,” I echoed, testing the word. It felt foreign on my tongue, yet thrilling in its weight.

But before I could respond, a new energy drew my attention. Matteo circled us like a predator, his dark eyes fixed on me, sharp and assessing. The way he moved—calculated, deliberate—sent a shiver down my spine. He didn’t need to say a word to command the space. It belonged to him, just as I did.

I swallowed hard, refusing to look away as his lips quirked into a faint smirk. His voice was low, a rumble of heat that settled over my skin. “Is this your idea of a reward, my queen? Teasing your husband with a show after his approval gave you this?” He gestured to Ren with a flick of his fingers, the motion dismissive but charged.

I grinned, emboldened by the dark glint in Matteo’s eyes. “Why would I reward you ?” I asked, my voice light, mocking. “You’re the one who allowed this to happen, aren’t you?” My fingers trailed idly over Ren’s chest, feeling the way his muscles tightened under my touch. “Shouldn’t Ren be the one to thank?”

Matteo’s expression hardened, his smirk sharpening into something predatory. He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over us. “Careful, Eva,” he murmured, his tone a dangerous mix of warning and promise. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

I shrugged, rolling my hips against Ren to emphasize the point. His head fell back, a groan tearing from his throat as his grip on my waist tightened. “Maybe I like the danger,” I shot back, my voice breathy but defiant.

The air shifted, thickening with tension as Matteo moved behind me. His hands found my hips, firm and commanding, before sliding up my sides in a slow, deliberate caress. “Tell me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Is it your first time back here?”

My cheeks burned, but I didn’t falter. “Yes,” I admitted, the word slipping out on a whisper.

“Then we’ll do it right,” Matteo said, his tone softening just enough to make my heart race faster. His hands gripped me more firmly, holding me in place as he glanced around. “But it seems we’re missing something. No lube.”

I bit back a laugh, my lips twitching despite the heat pooling low in my belly. “What kind of gym doesn’t stock the essentials?” I teased, glancing over my shoulder.

Matteo chuckled darkly, his fingers brushing along the curve of my spine, sending a shiver through me. “Looks like we’ll need to improvise.”

Ren shifted beneath me, his smirk returning as he looked up at Matteo. “Come here,” he drawled, his voice rich with amusement. “I think I’ve got it handled.”

Matteo stepped to Ren’s side, his movements unhurried. I swallowed hard as my gaze dropped to where his cock jutted out, thick and heavy. Before I could overthink it, I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base and stroking him slowly. His breath hitched, his restraint visible in the way his jaw clenched.

Ren leaned closer, his tongue flicking out to taste Matteo’s length. The sight was mesmerizing—Ren’s movements deliberate, his lips trailing wet heat along Matteo’s cock. Matteo groaned, his head tipping back slightly as Ren took him deeper, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“Fuck,” Matteo muttered, his voice rough. “Didn’t think you’d be good at this.”

Ren pulled back with a smirk, his lips glistening. “Why do you think your wife kept me around so long?” He leaned in again, this time taking Matteo fully, his jaw slackening as he worked with a deliberate, messy rhythm.

I watched, captivated, as Ren trailed his teeth along Matteo’s length, drawing a hiss from him. Heat coiled low in my belly, the intensity of the moment sinking into my skin. When Ren finally released him, Matteo’s cock glistening and slick, Matteo’s eyes snapped to mine, blazing with renewed hunger.

Matteo moved behind me again, his hands sliding down my back before gripping my waist. He pressed against me, the hard length of him teasing my entrance. “Kiss him,” he murmured, his voice rough with command.

I hesitated for only a moment before turning to Ren. His gaze held mine, smoldering with unspoken challenge. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, soft at first, before the kiss deepened. Matteo’s taste lingered on his tongue, sharp and intoxicating, as our mouths moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

When I finally pulled away, my breath came in short gasps. Matteo cupped my jaw, tilting my head back as he claimed my lips with an intensity that stole what little air I had left. His cock pressed more insistently against me, the teasing slide of him making me weak.

Ren’s hands remained on my hips, steadying me as Matteo’s movements became more deliberate. Every touch, every sound, every heated glance tangled together, pulling me deeper into the chaos of their desire.

I didn’t care about the rules anymore. I didn’t care about anything except this—us.

Here and now.

Bound by heat, hunger, and the undeniable pull of surrender.

The heat of Matteo’s body pressed against my back was impossible to ignore, his hands steadying me, grounding me as the tension in the air thickened. I felt his cock, slick from Ren’s mouth, brush against me, teasing, testing. My breath hitched, and I gripped Ren’s chest harder, as though holding on to him could keep me tethered in this whirlwind of sensations.

Matteo’s voice was low and deliberate, curling into my ear. “I’ll go slow, Eva. Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, unable to form words, my body trembling as I braced myself for something so new, so foreign. When I first started this journey, when Matteo and Ren entered my life in ways I could never have anticipated, I didn’t think I’d end up here—caught between the man who once terrorized me by proxy and the one who used to be my escape. And yet, as Matteo eased forward, the head of his cock pressing gently against the place I’d never imagined exploring, I felt… safe.

“Breathe,” Matteo murmured, one of his hands sliding up to rest between my shoulders, his touch firm but calming. “You’re in control.”

I exhaled shakily, nodding again as I focused on the stretch, the burn, the sheer intimacy of what was happening. He moved so slowly, inch by inch, pausing whenever I tensed. Each pause gave me time to adjust, to process, and though it was overwhelming, I didn’t feel rushed. I felt cherished.

“It’s… a lot,” I managed, my voice breaking on a gasp as Matteo pushed in further.

Ren’s hands stroked soothing circles on my waist, his voice soft and reassuring. “You’re doing amazing, Eva. Just focus on what feels good.”

I glanced down at him, my lips curving into a shaky smile. “This is insane,” I said, half-laughing, half-moaning. “I mean, I’m—this is insane.”

Ren grinned up at me, his eyes warm despite the heat coursing between us. “It’s a good kind of insane.”

Matteo let out a low chuckle behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “You’re crazy for letting this happen, Sweet Dynamite. But I’m not complaining.”

I wanted to respond, but the words melted into a gasp as Matteo slid deeper. The sensation was indescribable—too much and yet exactly enough. I felt utterly, completely filled, their combined presence making me tremble with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. My mind swirled with thoughts: How did I end up here? Sandwiched between Ren and Matteo, the brother of the man who bullied and tormented me for years? It felt absurd, yet I couldn’t deny the exhilaration coursing through me.

“Keep going,” I whispered, my voice shaky but resolute. “I can take it.”

Matteo groaned, the sound vibrating against my back as he pushed the final inch. “You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips as though to anchor himself. “Tell me how it feels.”

I let out a soft moan, adjusting slightly as I exhaled. “Full,” I admitted, my cheeks flushing. “So… full.”

Ren tilted his head up, his lips brushing against my neck in a tender, grounding kiss. “You’re incredible,” he murmured. “Look at you, Eva. Taking both of us like this.”

A surge of pride and heat bloomed in my chest at his words. I had always been the girl who followed the rules, who played it safe. But here I was, embracing something I never thought I’d want, with two men who had become more than just players in my chaotic life. They were my balance, my chaos, and my calm.

“Move,” I said softly, testing the word as I rocked my hips slightly. Both of them groaned, the sound wrapping around me like a physical caress. “Slowly.”

They obeyed, their movements careful, deliberate, as though any sudden shift might shatter me. Matteo’s thrusts were shallow at first, syncing with Ren’s upward movements, the rhythm unhurried but devastatingly sensual. The friction, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness—it was almost too much, yet I craved more with every passing second.

I let out a choked moan, my nails digging into Ren’s chest as Matteo leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear. “How does it feel, Eva?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Tell me.”

“It’s—” I broke off, gasping as pleasure rippled through me. “It’s… so much. Too much, but—” I moaned as Ren shifted beneath me, his cock brushing against something devastating inside me. “It’s perfect. Don’t stop.”

They didn’t. Their movements grew more fluid, their rhythm guided by my gasps and moans. Every thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through me, their combined intensity building an ache that felt almost unbearable. I had never felt so open, so exposed, yet I couldn’t bring myself to care. They moved as though they could read each other, their focus entirely on me, on my pleasure.

I tilted my head back, my breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. “God, I can’t—” My words broke off into a cry as the tension coiling low in my belly tightened further. “I’m so close.”

Matteo’s hand slid around to my front, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs. “Come for us, Eva,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “Show us how much you love this.”

His words sent me spiraling, the tension snapping as my orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, my body shaking as the waves of pleasure consumed me, the intensity leaving me breathless. Matteo’s movements faltered as he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening before he pulled out, his breath heavy against the back of my neck.

Ren held me steady, his hands firm on my waist as Matteo moved aside. “Easy,” Ren murmured, his voice soft as he helped me rise slightly, his cock sliding out of me with a slow, deliberate motion. I winced at the loss, my body trembling as I collapsed against his chest.

The three of us were silent for a moment, our breathing the only sound in the stillness of the gym. My head spun as I tried to process what had just happened, my body heavy with exhaustion and euphoria.

Ren broke the silence, his voice tinged with amusement. “How the hell did we not get caught?”

I couldn’t help but giggle, the absurdity of the situation hitting me all at once. “What are the chances Zander’s watching and will probably masturbate to this?” I teased, my words breathless.

A crackling sound came through the speakers, and Zander’s smooth, mocking voice filled the air. “Good evening, Sweet Dynamite,” he drawled. “And yes, I have every intention of doing just that. That was hot.”

Matteo glanced up at the camera, shaking his head with a faint smirk. “I figured either you or Hannah would be monitoring. Thought you might take control.”

Zander laughed. “I got here first. Hannah’s chilling outside with your change of clothes. You’re going to dinner tonight, remember?”

Ren groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Dinner after this? Great. Totally not weird.”

We all chuckled, the tension easing into something lighter, more familiar. Matteo extended a hand to Ren, his expression softening. “Welcome to the Ruthless Kings, officially.”

Ren shook his hand, his grin lopsided. “Guess I’ve earned it.”

Eva smiled at him, her eyes warm. “You went along with all of this. That’s more than earning it.”

Ren looked at her, his expression turning more serious. “I don’t usually let myself go like this. I’ve always wanted to, but…” He hesitated, searching for the words. “I didn’t feel comfortable before.”

Eva tilted her head, her voice soft. “And now?”

He leaned forward, brushing a tender kiss against her lips. “Now, I feel safe. With you. With this.” He pulled back slightly, his smile warm but resolute. “But I have one condition.”

“What’s that?” she asked, her brow furrowing.

“You owe me a date,” he said, his tone teasing but sincere.

She blinked, surprised. “A date?”

Ren nodded. “Yeah. I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but I figured you were healing. Moving forward. Becoming this version of yourself.”

Eva’s heart swelled, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Then let’s date. With my husband’s permission of course.”

Matteo chuckles as he leans over to kiss me.

“Mhmm. You can take her out on a date when you feel like it. Just make sure she doesn’t skip school like the rebel she is.”

“I’m not a rebel.”

They’re both looking at me, making me groan before I hears Zander on the intercom laughing.

“Sorry, Dolcezza, but got to agree with the Kings there.”

“Whatever,” I huff and brush them off. “I’m going to wash up.”

“Want us to join?” Ren asks with a playful smirk.

“No,” I grumble back, making him chuckle at my obvious stubbornness. I pause to purposely point at Matteo, already noticing he was taking a step my way. “Especially you.”

“And what did your husband do, hmm?”

“Exist!” I complain and point to the camera. “Zander. Meet me in the showers.”

“Already here, Sweet Dynamite,” he reveals, making Ren gawk while Matteo casually rolls his eyes.

“H-How?” I dare to ask, actually surprised.

“I don’t like missing opportunities, remember Dolcezza? Besides, I got that brace off today so I could use a nice scrub with my Queen in tow.”

“Coming.” I’m practically running to the change room door.

“Not fair,” Matteo grumbles.

Ren laughs. “You sound like Domino.”

“Fuck off,” Matteo mutters.

“Where’s that smooth collectiveness?”

“Up your ass if you keep pushing me.”

“Maybe I like to be pushed,” Ren suggests. “Could ask Marcus though. Bet you he bends, too.”

“Ugh I know he does,” Matteo mutters.

“You two get along so easily it’s sickening to watch,” Zander points out on the speakerphone. “Get here faster, Eva so I don’t need to suffer watching them do naughty things.”

I just laugh, feeling as though this feels like the most normal instance they’ve had being Ruthless Kings of Obsession.

For now, I’ll count my blessings.