This was probably a mistake, but she’d said it was OK now, so she was just going to have to pull up her big-girl panties and deal with it. At least Luthor wasn’t going to be touching her. Although it still left the issue of how to deal with watching him and Xane make out.
In Halmstad, Dani had lost control. She’d started things by telling them to fuck, but then the moment Luthor’s lips had met with Xane’s the whole dynamic had changed. Their actions had propelled things forward, and she’d been swept along on a tide of raw emotion. She’d felt, and reacted, but without any clear idea of where things were heading, or what the outcome would be.
This time she didn’t want it to be like that. This time, they were genuinely going to take things step by step, and if she in any way felt they should stop, she was going to yell, ‘Stop!’ even if that made her the most unpopular person in the solar system.
She took a deep steadying breath, ignoring the sour, bilious tang of fear in her throat, and adopted what she thought was a stoic expression. Right, she was ready for step one – seeing if she could endure them kissing one another and not fall to pieces. If she could, then they’d let this progress a step further, and so on, until they were worn out or she couldn’t tolerate any more.
Xane maintained his hold on her hand, and didn’t attempt to cut her loose even when Luthor slid both his hands into Xane’s long hair and brought their mouths together in a hungry display of lust.
It was weird watching them, because she was so familiar with Xane’s kisses that she could almost feel the odd pressure of his lip ring and the tickle of the stud through his tongue – with Xane, tongues were a given. She experienced the same tingles of arousal too. Her nipples tightened, and shivers ran through her skin.
Luthor’s kisses were still fresh in her mind too.
However, the longer she watched, the more she noticed the differences in how they treated one another compared to how they kissed her. They were far more aggressive in the way they touched and held each other. Everything seemed faster too, and more direct. Luthor clasped Xane’s arse and inched their hips together. Xane wedged a hand between them and stroked Luthor’s cock. Then it was as if the kiss wasn’t so much about their mouths but their whole bodies.
Was this how Luthor would have kissed her out in the woods if she’d let him? Like he was pouring his whole soul into it.
The possibility made her uneasy for no sensible reason. It wasn’t as if she was interested in kissing Luthor. Not one bit.
She ignored the voice in her head that said that was a fib.
She was a one-man woman. Had been for ever – at least from the moment she’d first seen Xane on a magazine cover. It was probably why none of her other attempts to form a relationship had worked. In the back of her mind, she’d always belonged to Xane. She always would, even though she knew now that only a tiny piece of him would ever belong to her.
She had to let this play out. Let it go all the way.
It did hurt a little seeing it, but it was hot too, if the acceleration of her heart-rate and the heat in her cheeks were indicators.
Face it, Dani. Xane could turn you on by cutting his toenails, or brushing his teeth. It’s hardly a surprise that watching him entwine himself around Black Halo’s new golden-boy drummer wets your knickers a little. It was sensual – especially the way they grasped one another and groaned as they ground all that lean muscle up against a whole lot more lean muscle.
It’d be nicer still if they did this with their tops off.
She loved to explore the ink on Xane’s skin with her fingertips. If they lay together in a quiet moment, would Luthor trace those same lines? Or Xane explore the inked digits that were positioned low down on Luthor’s abs, just above his thatch, where that nice bulge was that her boyfriend was currently palming.
She could hardly blame him; it was a joyously mouth-watering hump.
A sudden image of lips pressed to the outside of Luthor’s fly invaded her thoughts. Dani snatched her hand away from Xane’s and used it to cover her mouth. As if that could put a stopper on a dirty thought. It wasn’t Xane’s lips she’d imagined but hers.
It was the worst possible moment for Xane to ease Luthor’s ridiculously low slung shorts down a little further and free Luthor’s cock. The absolute worst.
Damn, he had a nice one, long and smooth, like the rest of him, and so red and plump at the tip that it made her want to stick her tongue out and give it a lick.
What the fuck was up with her thoughts? Had Luthor put a hex on her when he’d kissed her?
Xane was stroking Luthor’s cock, working the whole length with his hand, and then teasing the tip by circling his thumb. She was supposed to be deciding whether this was something she could handle. Alas, her thoughts weren’t focused on Xane’s actions. No, she was imagining Xane’s hand to be her own, and was unconsciously mimicking his movements.
Maybe it was time to say stop.
The word didn’t quite make it out of her mouth. Something else emerged instead.
‘Damn, you’re fucking hot!’
Thank God neither man was paying her any attention.
If you’d asked him forty minutes ago, Luthor would have sworn his chances of getting laid today were about four thousand to one. Now he estimated his chances as a fraction above middling, with better odds on the horizon if they managed to get through the next few minutes without their actions being subject to Dani’s veto.
He really prayed that she didn’t attempt to stop this, because Xane had him sizzling.
Christ – this man – literally everything about him set his soul alight. From the way he moved to the way he kissed to the simple underlying taste of him – coffee and something else – Xane Geist got to him like no one else had ever done. He made him so needy that his whole body ached with longing, even as he was having his cock expertly wanked.
Don’t stop him. Please don’t stop him.
He copped a feel of Xane’s luscious arse, just in case she’d heard his thoughts and called time out just to spite him.
Actually, looking at her, maybe they’d already jumped the biggest hurdle – getting her to say yes in the first place. He could feel her gaze, feel the heat in it. She wasn’t angry, and she looked more turned on than upset.
He took that as permission to push things a bit further. Shirts and other clothing were cast off with rapid abandon. Then, yeah, they were down on the blanket wrestling over who was on top. That was another thing he liked about Xane: he was entirely flexible, and had zero hangups about what turned him on.
Luthor worked a trail down Xane’s body, licking the sweat from the side of his throat. He sucked one of his silver nipple rings deep into his mouth. At the same time, he let one of his wandering hands settle over Xane’s beautifully rigid cock. Yes, he’d zoomed straight in on the dick. He was a man, so what? And it wasn’t like Xane hadn’t already had a good grope of his. In any case, with Dani sitting beside them there might be a time limit on his enjoyment, so it was best he made good use of the opportunity.
He knew what he wanted to do next. Having logged the thought, Luthor traced a pathway down Xane’s chest and over his abs to his navel. He drew a ring around it, then peppered Xane’s shaft with tiny kisses. ‘Can I suck him, Dani?’
It would probably have been more sensible not to enquire. Her response was a squeak.
He rephrased. ‘Do you want to watch me suck him?’
His mouth was already watering at the prospect, and his hands were in position. The pulse in Xane’s cock kept lifting it towards him, further ramping up his anticipation of licking its shiny tip.
‘I …’ She looked numbed, shell-shocked. Her skin was bleached, but her cheeks were rosy.
Xane gave a desperate groan, and his hips lifted in a wordless plea. He turned his head towards his girlfriend, stretched out a hand and cupped her face.
‘Yes …’ She licked her dry lips. ‘I guess that would be OK.’
It would not be OK, it’d be fucking awesome. The cocksucking part and the fact she’d be watching. ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed to her. A little politeness might help his case, when they reached the point where he and Xane progressed from foreplay to shagging one another’s brains out. The odds on that happening were looking much, much better than he’d ever hoped.
First, though, he was going to savour the treat before him. He palmed Xane’s cock but directed his mouth to a spot lower down. He kissed Xane’s inner thighs, first one, then the other, before returning to his starting point to give the guy a crazy big hickie right where the skin was softest.
Deep husky groans exploded from Xane’s throat like there was a beast inside him trying to fight its way out.
He was in the sensitive zone, obviously.
Next, Luthor danced his tongue over the fuzzy surface of Xane’s balls.
‘Jesus Christ!’ Xane spluttered his unofficial reward.
This man was super-responsive. He liked that. A lot of guys didn’t seem to have nerve endings anywhere besides their dicks and their arseholes. He gave Xane’s nipple rings another pull, this time with his fingers, while he formed his mouth around the head of Xane’s cock. It was time. He needed to taste this baby.
He let Xane push upwards off the mat and fill his mouth. He went in quick and deep, but drew back far more slowly, giving Luthor plenty of opportunity to put his tongue to work. Cocksucking was an art, and he’d had practice enough to know what felt good, where the no-go zones lay and what was right on the borderline. He also knew when it was time to chill with the fancy stuff and let the guy just hump his mouth until his jaw ached.
‘Someone’s had practice.’ Xane pressed a hand to the back of his neck, holding him in position.
‘Reckon I’ve got nothing on you and your tongue stud.’
Xane stuck out his tongue to flash his adornment, which was one of many piercings. ‘I ain’t going to complain if you want to go for a matching look.’
‘Hm, I’ll get back to you on that.’ It sounded painful, and he had enough faith in his skills to believe he could manage without.