Page 76 of Sinner
“Since this is the way we used to,” Lake drawled then, cutting through Nix’s hesitation, “that means I’m not asking. Unbuckle, or I’ll do it for you and spank you with that leather strap first.”
The Imperial wasn’t as aggressive as West, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t still hurt, and since Nix wasn’t a big fan of the idea of having to sit through dinner with his ass feeling like it was on fire…
His fingers worked the belt open, the rattle of metal mingling with the sound of their breaths for a moment. He grabbed the zipper next, but paused, suddenly unsure.
Lake had ordered him to take off his pants first, but then it had changed to just his belt. Which command did he follow?
Seemingly sensing what the problem was, Lake snickered at him. “All of it, Songbird. Go ahead.”
As soon as they were loose, Nix shoved them down his legs, allowing them to drop to the ground. Then he waited for the next instruction.
“Eyes on yourself in the mirror,” Lake said, giving him a satisfied smirk when Nix did as he was told. “I want you to see what I saw every time you entered the Enigma chatroom. Remember how you pleasured yourself for me? How submissive you instinctively were? You’re still good for me now, but you like pushing my boundaries. Back then, you were too timid to dare.”
“Do you miss it?” Nix asked softly. “That version of me?”
Lake gave a single shake of his head, arms sliding around to Nix’s backside. “I like every version of you.” His left hand grabbed one of his cheeks, pulling it to the side to expose him. “Every single one of them,” his thumb traced over his puckered hole, “is mine.”
Nix gasped as the blunt digit was forced past his defenses, the anticipation having been wracked up so high, even that small thing was enough to have waves of pleasure shooting straight down to his toes. He unconsciously clenched, a whine slipping out of him when that made Lake laugh knowingly.
“Who stretched you out this morning?” Lake asked.
“West.”
He hummed in mock disappointment. “He didn’t do a very good job of it, did he? You’re so tight right now. If I put my cock in, you might even tear.”
While the remark was clearly meant to turn Nix on, there was a fifty-fifty chance that it was actually true. Lake was huge, the biggest of all three of them, and even after thorough preparation, it sometimes still hurt when he initially entered.
Only, they both knew Nix got off on that now, too.
“He might not have done a good job opening me up,” Nix found himself teasing before he could stop himself, “but he did a great job training me to enjoy pain in the bedroom.”
“Oh?” Lake removed his thumb and then pressed in his pointer finger, slowly easing it in as he spoke. “Should I thank him then?”
“I can think of a few ways how.”
“I’m not Yejun, Songbird,” he said, though his tone was still husky and never lost its commanding edge. “You can’t make me fuck West.”
“I wouldn’t,” he replied. “I know neither of you would ever bottom. Kind of makes it hard—difficult!” he corrected his word choice and silently cursed.
“I can think of something else that’s hard.” Lake grinned and shoved another finger into him, this time not bothering with taking it slow. He started vigorously pounding them in and out of Nix’s hole, curling and scissoring them intermittently.
Nix was writhing over the counter in no time, his legs shaking as his muscles struggled to hold him up through the pangs of awe-inducing pleasure. Lake’s other hand still held him by the nape, keeping him firmly in place, unable to bend forward, his spine arched, his dick lengthening over the cool granite surface.
His gaze darted down to it in the mirror, catching sight of the way his skin flushed as it grew and hardened. The way hisprecome glittered in the dim lightening as it beaded at his tip. Nix’s balls were pressed against the edge, and they drew up as he got close.
“How’s it feel, Songbird?” Lake asked, and Nix was already so far gone that it took him a while to recall his line.
He wouldn’t be able to keep up with this game for long, and not just because his memory wasn’t anywhere near as impressive as Lake’s.
“It feels good.” That’s what he’d said, right? Back then? When he’d set the camera up in his bathroom back home and touched himself in the shower. Or was Lake thinking of another occasion? Shit.
Did it really matter?
If Lake had a problem with it, Nix wasn’t above begging.
The Imperial thrust in a third finger and Nix cried out.
“Don’t sound so eager,” Lake teased.
