Page 80 of Refrain
“Yeah, well, I need to fuck you so badly I think I might have cried if you’d said otherwise.”
His cheeks were still salt-streaked from the effects of the blowjob.
“I’m all yours, baby,” Luthor purred sexily.
“Your arse certainly is.” Xane pushed into him.
“All of me is. Never doubt it.”
They were all about each other for a moment, then Luthor flung his arms out wide as Xane filled him. One hand clutched at the headboard, the other spread wide over the side of Spook’s face. His fingers found Spook’s mouth, pushed within.
This was sex beyond Spook’s comfort zone. It was neither driven by chaos, nor under his precise control. And maybe… maybe that was okay?
Who said he needed sex to be either of those things? What if it was fine for it to be a fun time with friends and nothing more than that?
Thus, when Xane reached for Luthor’s cock, Spook pushed his hand away and took over, inserting himself into the moment, rather than hovering on the fringes.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Xane gasped as his gaze followed the motion of Spook’s hand.
“You think?” Luthor’s hips churned. “You’re both killing me.” His back arched, making the tendons in his neck stand out. Spook leaned closer and licked them. Xane’s gaze remained fastened on him. His hair tumbled around his shoulders, tickling his biceps. Spook knew he prided himself on his staying power, but tonight wasn’t about scoring a ten in the sexual gymnastics. It was about relief.
“Stop toying with him. I know you know how to make him come.”
Xane reached out to him and rested his hand on Spook’s protruding hip. “A little sustained action with your thumb should do it.” He demonstrated, making a circling motion against Spook’s skin with the pad of his digit.
“What the fuck are you fuckers plotting?”
“Your surrender, obviously,” Xane replied.
Spook slid his hand up the length of Luthor’s cock and applied his thumb to where it was most sensitive. The effect was electric. Luthor gave a cry that was entirely animal, then painted sticky splatters over his abs. Just a few strokes later, Xane crashed over the edge too.
Spook watched, certain his eyes were like saucers. He was hard again, but in no hurry to pursue another orgasm. Truth was, he got off on the edgy feeling of arousal that was never going to reach a peak.
While Luthor lay like a melted puddle, the mess of his climax cooling on his chest, Xane dealt with the rubber in the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and cleaned his lover up. “Only downside,” he observed, with a wry twist of his lips. “Women aren’t nearly as messy.”
“You don’t pamper them too?”
“Sometimes he does,” Luthor replied. “Christ, don’t ask me to move, because I’m jellied. I may be dead or dying.” He yawned like his face would split.
“Lightweight.” Xane managed to nudge him over a fraction as he wriggled his way into the bed again, between Luthor and Spook. He gave Luthor an affectionate kiss, before rolling onto his side and indulgently draping himself around Spook. “You okay?”
“Hm.”
“Sure?”
He nodded. It felt… it felt simple, and sex rarely if ever felt that way to him. “Want me to—”
“You two shagging?” Luthor asked around another yawn. “Stop shaking the bed.”
“I think you’ve addled him.”
“He’s fuck drunk.”
“Did you make that up?”
“I’m sure it has other names. That post-orgasmic feeling of otherworldly bliss, every cell seemingly overcome with indolence at once. Happy hormones whizzing about.”
He knew it.
