Page 33 of Sinner
“You, West, and Yejun.” Nix shivered and cleared his throat before Lake could tease him for his reaction. “Kind of possessive, don’t you think? They already know.”
“I want them to see it.” Lake nipped punishingly at his earlobe, clearly not liking that Nix was tiptoeing around suggesting they skip the haunt. He knew him well enough to guess that was where he’d been going with things. “I want you on your knees for me, cock stretching your hole, screams of pleasure echoing loudly enough people keep their distance.”
It didn’t go without notice that he didn’t specify he wanted his cock inside of Nix. Lake would be happy if any of them took him that night. He really must be excited for his usual jealousy not to be present at all.
“I’ll have you fucked in shadowy corners, in darkened stairwells,” Lake kept going, his dark promises more for himself as he wove the fantasy. His hips started to grind against Nix, the bulge in his pants increasing in size with each passing statement. “Over desks and in professors’ offices. The cafeteria…I’ll splay you out on the table and work you into a frenzy with my mouth while West and June guard the doors.”
The second Nix responded to Lake’s advances, the Demon switched from a verbal to a physical attack.
He yanked Nix away from the wall, turning him and shoving him over so his hands were on the single bench, his ass high up in the air. Lake stripped Nix of his pants, dropping them to his ankles and leaving them there before the sound of him undoing his own belt came.
“Hold on.” This was moving too quickly, and Nix’s cousin was somewhere in the building. They couldn’t—
Lake didn’t bother to prep him. The moment he had his cock free, he slicked a bead of precome over his rosy crown and then brought it to Nix’s tight entrance. He drove into him with one hard thrust, groaning even as Nix released a sound of shock and pain.
His hands held him still as he fully seated himself within that tight heat, giving Nix’s body a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
“Fuck!” Nix swore and hung his head, shaking. “That hurt!”
“There are several staff members nearby,” Lake replied, as though that should excuse his actions.
“And?!”
“One was about to approach and interrupt us.”
Oh.
Oh.
Nix squeezed his eyes shut. “You could have just said something or told them to go away. You didn’t have to—”
“I told you already. I want them to hear you. I want them to know. I want everyone on the entire planet to know that you’re fucked thoroughly and often. That I satisfy you. That you’re being treated like a king in your own right.”
Nix frowned, but before he could address that, Lake adjusted his grip on his hips.
“Ready now, Songbird?” He didn’t give him a chance to answer.
Lake fucked him until Nix’s voice was raw from all the crying, and he had to be carried out in the Demon’s arms.
He never got around to trying on the suit.
Chapter 11:
Yejun sat back and watched the exchange before him, not all that interested in interrupting the flow of things. That wasn’t his purpose here anyway. He’d only come to be seen as a show of support to Lake.
Sort of like how Lake had only screwed their Firebird senseless the other day to make a point to the staff of FOX & SPARROW.
June had been so annoyed when he’d finished trying out his outfit choices, only to return and find out Lake had locked himself and Nix in one of the dressing rooms and refused to come out. Everyone in the entire establishment—all three floors of it—had eventually been privy to what was really going on behind that closed door, since Lake had upped the ante, getting rougher and rougher with Nix until he was shoutingthe Imperial’s name in a hoarse voice that left nothing for the imagination.
Recalling how Nix had practically begged him to make it rough that night in the rain, Yejun pursed his lips.
He seemed to get off whenever Lake or West treated him like a sex object…
Nah.
June didn’t have to change. If anything, he was probably setting himself up to be the balm Nix needed whenever he was after something softer and sweeter. Yejun could be tender, could make that his angle. It wouldn’t be a lie.
Ever since he’d hurt him, Yejun only ever thought about treating Nix like the precious thing he was.
