“Why is everyone calling me old lately,” I grumble, embracing my friend. “And if I recall, you’re the one who managed to throw out your back so badly in a scene last year that you needed surgery, so shut the fuck up.”
Dante laughs and gives me a light punch on the shoulder. “Alright, alright, cease fire. You’re getting mean in your old age, damn.”
I raise an unamused brow at him and take a look around the living room. Sleek hardwood floors, vaulted ceilings, angular, modern architecture, and the beachfront views all scream more money than I’ll ever see in this lifetime. “How’d you find this place anyway?”
“Buddy of mine is in real estate investment,” Dante explains. “Buys up properties and keeps some of them as rentals. He owes me a favor, so we have the whole place for the day. He just asked that we throw the sheets in the laundry before we leave and said he’ll kill me if we do it on the sofa. Italian leather, or some shit.”
I chuckle at that, running a hand along the couch in question. The leather is buttery soft to the touch, and the idea of trying to clean cum off the cushions sounds like a nightmare. No sex on the sofa it is.
“Knock knock,” a perky voice comes from the entryway, and I turn to see Riley tentatively poking his head in the door. His smile is filled with relief when he catches my eye, and my heart skips. “Oh thank god, I was worried I might have been at the wrong place. How embarrassing would that be?”
Dante laughs and reaches out to shake Riley’s hand. “Nah, man, you’re good! Glad you could make it. I’m Dante, and you obviously already know your boy Luke.”
My insides go a little gooey at the words “your boy Luke.”
“Nice to meet you.” Riley nods, gaping openly around the house. “This place is insane. I feel like I’m about ten social classes too low to even set foot in here.”
Dante laughs and starts to head down a hallway to the left. “Just wait till you see the bedroom we’ll be in.”
Glancing at each other curiously, we follow him to the most beautiful bedroom I’ve ever set foot in. The photos don’t even begin to do it justice. The floor to ceiling windows actually retract across the length of the room and open up to a balcony overlooking the ocean, with stairs leading down to a private section of the beach. The breeze off of the water and the sound of crashing waves on the sand below us create a breathtaking ambiance. A plush California king bed sits directly across from the balcony, and a large stone fireplace next to the bathroom door appears to be dual sided for use in the bedroom or the bathroom. A bench at the foot of the bed and two chairs near the windows will be great spots for filming.
“This is…wow,” Riley breathes, mouth agape.
“Crazy right?” Dante agrees. Whipping off his shirt, he turns and grins at me. “Where do you want us, boss?”
Right. I’m directing this show. I look around the room, considering my options. “Let’s start with Riley naked on the bench at the foot of the bed. D, grab a towel from the bathroom and I’ll film you coming up the steps like you just came in off the beach.”
Dante salutes me and starts pulling his shoes off. “You got it, boss. You sure you don’t want to get in on this action? A threesome would really pull in the big bucks.”
Riley’s gaze whips over to me at that. “That’s not a bad idea,” he says immediately. “I wouldn’t mind.”
I hesitate before answering. One part of me wants to jump at the offer to be with Riley again, but the other part of me wants tostick to the plan and not let my own confusing feelings into the mix. “Maybe another time,” I say finally, with some reluctance.
“Suit yourself.” Dante shrugs, making his way into the bathroom to undress and find a towel. “But the offer always stands. A threesome is about the only chance we’ll ever have to try each other out.”
Something flashes across Riley’s face, so quickly that I almost think I imagined it, and he pulls off his shorts and T-shirt. Kicking his shoes off and tossing his clothes in one of the chairs, he looks to me for further guidance.
“Underwear, too, if you’re ready.” I motion to the bench. “Let’s have you sitting with your legs spread and leaning back on your elbows on the mattress. With the way the light is hitting right now, it’ll look like you’re sunbathing when Dante walks in on you.”
Riley nods and shucks his briefs, getting into position as Dante returns from the bathroom and heads out to the balcony, towel riding low on his trim hips.
I’m setting Dante’s phone up on a tripod by the fireplace when I see Riley staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I meet his eyes, searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. “You doing alright?” I ask, my voice low enough that Dante probably won’t hear me over the waves outside.
“Yeah,” Riley whispers with a small smile. “He seems nice. And I like having you here. You make me feel more confident.”
Warmth spreads from my chest all the way up to the tips of my ears. I lean over and run my fingers through his hair, planting a quick kiss on the top of his head. “You’re gonna do great,” I whisper in his ear. “You look radiant in this light.”
He ducks his head shyly, peeking up at me through his lashes. “Sunshine, right?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, caressing my thumb across his cheek. “That’s right, sunshine. You ready for this?”
He nods and settles back against the bed, dropping his knees open and putting his half-hard cock on full display. I force myself to look away and head out on the deck to film Dante first.
If there’s one thing about Dante, the fucker knows how to work a camera. He comes sauntering up the steps combing his fingers through that wild mane of his like he’s shaking out sand from the beach and hits the camera with a sexy smolder that has my dick thickening a bit behind my fly. He runs his tongue along his lower lip and gives me a wink before making his way past my shoulder and into the bedroom, where he stops at the sight of Riley.
Riley tilts his head and runs his eyes up and down Dante’s lithe form, thumbing his lower lip and cocking an eyebrow in a “come hither” look that hits me directly in the gut, even though it isn’t aimed at me. His cock is almost fully hard now, and he licks his right palm and gives it a languid stroke, his gaze never leaving Dante.
Dante responds by dropping his towel, which has been tenting with his own growing arousal, and braces himself on both Riley’s muscular thighs as he leans in for a kiss. Riley immediately reciprocates and reaches out to take Dante in hand and stroke softly as their tongues tangle.
