Page 44 of Sinner
Nix was lying over the counter, his toes barely reaching the ground, hands clawing for purchase as he was pounded by Yejun’s lengthy cock. He’d already come twice, once in the artist's mouth, the second a few minutes ago. He could still feel the sticky come smeared between his stomach and the granite.
“What are you waiting for?” Yejun asked when West did nothing but stand there. “Get over here.”
“I…” West hesitated, but when he saw Nix frown, he ran a hand over his shaved head and came forward.
“Well, Firebird?” Yejun nibbled at Nix’s earlobe, careful not to break skin. “You ready for this?”
“For what?” Nix could barely focus, his dick rubbing against the heated surface, his hole stretching to take the invasive cock spearing through him. He was naked and was still caught up in the sweet words about how delicious he was that Yejun had been whispering before West’s arrival.
“What you wanted.” One of Yejun’s hands settled on his waist to keep him steady, the other tugging at his own pants until they fell to his ankles. Then he motioned West closer with his chin. “Hurry and get that hard.”
“I don’t think double penetration is possible in this position,” West replied, though the sound of his zipper followed, and then he was palming himself.
“You’re not sticking it in him,” Yejun said, as though that were obvious. “You’re putting it in me, remember?”
Both West and Nix sucked in a breath, but Yejun was unfazed by their reactions.
“Oh, come on. This is what we discussed before. It’s no big deal, in fact, I think it’s just what Nix needed. He’s been struggling to orgasm a third time. I’m not as rough as you are, West. You set the pace. I’m sure that’ll solve the problem.”
Nix wouldn’t call it a problem at all. He was exhausted, and his hips hurt from slamming into the solid stone over and over again.
But he was too afraid to suggest they move this to one of the bedrooms.
Even if he couldn’t see it from this vantage, knowing West was about to enter Yejun thrilled him in a fucked up and twisted way he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he didn’t want to risk either of them changing their minds.
What did that say about him? Not only was he comfortable with dating three men, but he also got off on the idea of them fooling around to please him.
“Whoa, open me up first, damn,” Yejun’s hiss snapped Nix out of his inner musings, and when he slammed into Nix with more force, he cried out. “You screw him unprepped like that?!”
“Sometimes,” West admitted, then moved to the end of the counter and pressed two fingers against Nix’s lips. “Suck, babe. Make it wet for him so we won’t have to listen to him bitch again.”
“Wow,” Yejun growled. “How about we switch places? See how you like it?”
“Nah, I’ve already attempted that once. Bottoming isn’t my style. Quit acting like it’s not yours. I know you’ve fucked around and found out in the past. You wouldn’t be this willing to let me inside of you otherwise.”
“How many?” Nix asked, even though they’d had some variation of this conversation before. It was too hard not to play into the teasing West was setting up. As soon as he asked, he inched forward and sucked on West’s fingers, rolling his tongue around them, slicking them with as much saliva as possible.
If they made this good for June, there was a better chance he’d let them do it again.
Nix really wanted to watch next time.
What a pervert.
He’d never even been interested in porn before! Yet here he was, fantasizing about two of his boyfriends fucking.
And that’s what it’d be too. Mindless, raw, strictly for pleasure, fucking. There was no romantic love between West and Yejun. Barely any real attraction, aside from an appreciation and acknowledgement that neither was ugly. Maybe that was why Nix was all right with it? Because he knew there wasn’t a chance of them catching feelings and ditching the middleman—aka, him?
Or maybe he just wasn’t the jealous type.
Who knew.
Nix sure as shit didn’t, and he wasn’t going to waste any more time on pointless wonderings.
West pulled his fingers out, winked at him, and then disappeared around Yejun. The second he pressed against the artist’s tight hole, June let out a low moan that vibrated throughout Nix’s back.
“It’s only two fingers,” West taunted. “Nixie took two cocks the other day. Breathe, June.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Yejun leaned over Nix, dropping his forehead to Nix’s bare back. He was sweaty and their skin stuck together. “It’s been a while, all right?”
