Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,83

slacks and boxers. "Don't tell me you're scared to suck my dick," Just teases, his face probably full of humor and lust, gloriously mixed.

Lux pushes at him, his morale low, hunching his shoulders for an attack. He's like a cornered animal. Striking is the only option he sees fit. Questioning his strengths have him angry, callous almost. If he dropped down to his knees to deep-throat Justice's cock, it would be based simply on being challenged.

Lux is only allowed on his knees for me.

If I have to show that to Just myself, I will.

"You don't get the pleasure of Lux’s mouth, Just. His dick in your ass is your only privilege."

He rolls his eyes at me.

I look at Lux. “Trust me.”

He nods, and I kiss him hard. My cock presses against my clothing, the soft fabric stretched to its capacity.

I can’t even enjoy their bodies in the dim light. Lux begins to soften to my mouth, and he grunts in my mouth. His hands wander me, his nervousness disappearing with heat.

Justice kneels behind Lux, and I crook my finger at him. He comes forward, his mouth touching Lux’s neck, licking, sucking, and biting into the tender flesh. The moan leaving my guy has me desperate to sink inside him.

“Passeroto,” I hiss, breaking our kiss. “Kiss him.”

He rotates, and Justice takes his mouth. As they meld together, I lower Lux’s slacks, exposing his bare ass. Reaching into Just’s pocket, I find his wallet and several lube packets in there.

It's not lost on me that he's prepared for anything sans condoms. Does that mean Colt has been having unprotected sex with more than me?

She's not yours. She can do what she wants.

Ripping open the one lube packet, I force Lux forward. He's now leaning into Just as I lubricate him. He's not prepared, or that's what his shudder tells me when I stretch him. By the time he's ready, my nerves are eating at me.

"Fuck me, Jordan," Lux hisses, his voice steel and strong.

Control is something Lux always has in the bedroom. Be it his dominating nature or his need to be the master of actions during sex, I'm not sure, but I'm okay with him taking the rein.

I whip my dick out, the nice air hitting me. It's humid tonight, not much different than any other night at the Estate, let alone in North Cal, but it's nice.

Pressing forward, I breach him. Our panting breaths are raspy but in tune as I tease his entrance. He rotates his hips, and my knees farther dig into the grass as I jostle for control. When I'm delayed, Lux takes that as an okay and pushes back, forcing me inside him. We both hiss in pleasure, and Just watches us both with an awed expression.

After I'm fully seated, my balls ache. It's been so goddamn long since I've touched Lux. He growls when I don't move, but I'm scared to bust before we've all sought out our pleasure. That's not what I want for us.

Lux grips Just's throat, biting his lip before spearing his tongue in his mouth in a messy kiss. "Pants, gone. Let me prep you."

Just closes his eyes for a moment almost as if he's stuck on a memory.

Lux shakes his head. "He's not here, and he's not allowed to be. If you want my cock, Just, you need to bend the fuck over."

Just swallows loudly, a low whimper releasing with his exhale. For some reason, his battle makes my dick harder. It throbs inside Lux, needing friction.

Just starts to lower himself, ass up, spread beautifully. The view is shadowed from the night and highlighted by the moon. He's spread for the feast, and I wish I'd have waited to enter Lux because right now, Just's ass looks like an entire entrée, and I really fucking want a taste.

Lux seems to have the same inkling because he leans forward, and I follow, not wanting to pop out. His tongue laves at Justice, and my balls literally ache in tandem with my heartbeat.

My cock strains and wants to be milked. The sight before me reminds me of my own personal porn, a voyeur to the most intimate of moments, and I'm thirsty for every fucking moment.

Just groans as Lux penetrates his hole, and I can't help but rock slowly into Lux, gasping as pleasure shoots through me. The zinging pleasure lets me know I'm near combustion, something I'm not ready for.

Knowing how close I am, I reach and squeeze my balls, allowing