Page 75 of Sinner
Anticipation grew to exponential levels, coiling in his lower region until he was so strung up, even a twitch of movement from Lake had him jolting like he’d been shocked by electricity.
Lake laughed and then acted, twisting around to cage Nix against the counter with his large frame. He sealed his front against Nix’s back, bending down to run the tip of his nose up the curve of the nape of his neck before planting a kiss there.
“Take off the mask,” he ordered, in the tone he’d always used when he was Maestro. When Nix didn’t immediately follow the command, he merely rested his arms at either side of him and waited.
His hand shook slightly when he lifted it, but Lake tutted him when his fingers connected with the metal shielding his face.
“Not all of it,” Lake said. “Just the bottom half. I want you looking like our first time, Songbird. Don’t you get it?”
Both of their firsts, the one on the app and in person, Nix had been wearing a mask.
“Here.” Lake’s hands lifted. “I’ll help you.”
The hidden buttons at the sides of his jawline were pressed, and the bottom part came away. Lake carefully set it down next to his, but his hand was back a second later, capturing Nix by the nape and pushing him forward so he was forced onto his tiptoes.
The move caused his ass to lift and rub against Lake’s front, the bulge between Lake’s thighs unmistakable.
“Lake.” Nix gulped and tried to keep his cool. “The Haunt is only in a few hours.”
“A few hours too many. And that’s not what you should be calling me right now, is it?”
“West and June—”
“You’re my Royal Consort,” he reminded. “You were mine first. Are you saying I don’t deserve a taste before the main event?”
“We both know you aren’t going to stop at just a taste.”
“This is happening, Songbird,” he replied. “Call me what you’re supposed to, and I’ll at least lock the door before we begin.”
Since Lake was here alone, that meant the others already knew what the Imperial was planning to do and hadn’t followed. Anyone who entered the bathroom now would be coming to relieve themselves, not join in, and Nix was already nervous enough about not knowing the faces behind the masked guests.
“Maestro,” Nix gave in, like they both knew he would, “please.”
Lake reached around him and grabbed his belt, but Nix panicked and tried to stop him.
“Wait, the door!”
“I already locked it when I came in,” Lake divulged with a dark chuckle. “Do you really think I’d risk anyone walking in on us?”
Nix glared at his reflection over his shoulder in the mirror. “You tricked me.”
“Would you like to cry about that, or would you like me to make you cry for…another reason?” He rolled his hips purposefully, rubbing his hardon against Nix’s ass. “You’re empty, Songbird.”
“We’re supposed to be at the party.”
“Are you skittish, or is this part of the act?”
Nix finally recognized what Lake was doing, lips parting in surprise. “How do you even remember that?”
Those comments were the same ones he’d made during their first video, when Nix had been trying to gain Favors from a random King on the Enigma app. He’d struggled so hard back then, almost unable to get off with the camera filming him, until Maestro had taken control of the situation and led him straight into orgasm with nothing more than his commanding words.
“I remember everything that’s ever been said between us,” Lake told him, grip on the back of his neck loosening ever so slightly. “Enough stalling. Remove your pants for me. Let’s do this the way we used to.”
He wanted Nix to perform for him.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—sex between them had always been cathartic in its own way—but they’d have their chance for this at the Haunt later. Was he going to be able to handle going more rounds afterward? He was under no misgivings, knew that he’d be fucked by all three of them, and he was looking forward to it. But he also knew he wasn’t the only one who planned on letting loose tonight.
Could he keep up with their libidos?
