Page 78 of Sinner
Lake dominated Nix thoroughly, nipping his earlobe when he wanted to turn those sobs into a cry, slipping a hand beneath his shirt and pinching his nipples when he wanted to make the sound sharper. He knew exactly where Nix liked to be touched and exactly where to get the best reaction. But his hands never strayed down to his flushed and neglected dick.
The rutting continued, time slipping away as sensation and need took control, Lake effectively wringing those tears from Nix that he’d said he’d wanted earlier.
In the mirror, Nix could see the tear tracks rolling down his cheeks, saw how bright red he’d turned. His lips were parted, his body practically engulfed by the large form on top of him, and his dick had released enough fluid to form a puddle across the countertop.
Yejun was going to be pissed when he saw how wrinkled their outfits had gotten.
“Please,” Nix begged when it all became too much to bear. “Please. Please. Please.” He started saying it every time Lake’s unforgiving cock drove into him, mindlessly repeating it like a mantra.
Lake let him for a while, possibly liking the sound of it, before he finally spared him some mercy. Capturing him by the jaw, he lifted Nix’s face back toward the mirror and met his gaze.
“Do you want to come, Songbird?”
“Please.”
“Touch yourself for me. Go ahead. You have permission.”
Nix’s hand was already moving before his mind could catch up, wrapping around his mistreated dick. He only managed a single pump before he lost it, come shooting from his slit to splatter into the sink and across the bottom half of the mirror.
He wept as his body jerked, Lake’s cock never slowing, keeping his orgasm going for so long it started to hurt.
Then the Imperial hit his own peak, emptying into Nix, come flowing to the point he could practically feel it stuffing his insides.
They stayed like that for a while, locked together while Lake rode out his orgasm. When it finally ended, he shoved Nixforward, until his forehead was pressed against the bottom of the sink.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, grabbing a handful of paper towels from the rack nearby before Nix could ask any questions. He placed them beneath his cock and then slowly pulled out, collecting the sticky substance that poured free in the process. “We won’t hear the end of it from June if we get come on these clothes.”
The idea of Lake, the guy who’d just aggressively fucked him in a public space, the one who was about to be crowned emperor, desperately cleaning up after himself just to avoid getting nagged at by his best friend, was somehow the funniest thing Nix had ever heard.
His laughter filled the room, almost louder than his moans had.
Chapter 25:
“You sure this is where you want to do it?” West didn’t frequently hang out at Hunters Cross, so he was even more lost than the rest of them when they entered the art building. “Gotta leave it to the artists. This is…impressive.”
They’d turned the entire place into a forest, some of it even living. Greenery stretched across the walls, vines trailed up the banisters, and foliage draped over railings. Trees, some potted, others made of crafting materials, dotted around, a few even creating mini forests. There were flowers as well, but nothing one might see in a sunny field. These were dark, mysterious blooms with glowing features.
A fog machine was set up somewhere, casting the floor in a haze, and light orbs set to their dimmest setting bobbed and weaved like iridescent bubbles. There were noises coming fromhidden speakers, the sounds of the forest at night, and a trickle of a brook somewhere off in the distance. Every now and again, they caught the sound of laughter from other partygoers, but there were only two staff members at the entrance to monitor things.
Dinner had wrapped up half an hour ago, not that Lake or Nix had bothered to make it for the first six courses. They’d left June and him to fend off the vultures at the center table at the head of the room, while they’d clearly gotten nasty in the bathroom.
Ahead of schedule.
Not fair.
But it was fine. West was going to get his turn next.
A dark blue flower the size of his hand doused him in mist when he stepped too close to it, and West cursed.
“It’s an open studio policy,” Yejun announced, proudly gazing up at what his fellow students had created. “Unless the door is locked, no place is off limits.”
“Not even yours?” Nix asked, and West imagined a knowing look would have passed between him and June if not for the masks still obscuring their faces.
West knew all about how the two of them liked to fuck in Yejun’s studio.
“All right, if this is the playing ground, then let’s get things moving.” He rested a hand on Nix’s lower back. “You know the rules of the Haunt, babe?”
“There aren’t any rules,” he scoffed. “The Haunt was created to emulate wronged spirits hunting down the ones who hurt them and making them pay. We chase each other around and—”
