Luthor’s body tingled from head to foot. He was as hard as he’d ever been, and the man of his dreams was bent before him, offering himself up. He stared at the tight muscles of Xane’s arse, the pink pucker of his hole, and he wanted what was offered so badly it physically hurt. His insides were in knots, and his cock was beating an urgent tattoo against his own abs.
Dammit, yes. Oh, God, yes. He wanted this.
No witnesses. No restraints.
Except that somewhere in his addled brain there still remained a conscience. If they did this, it would hurt Dani and set everything between the three of them back to square one, just when they were finally making progress. She’d given them permission to be together with one proviso, that they didn’t take this particular step. Xane seemed to have utterly forgotten that. Even if he reminded him, Luthor wasn’t sure the man writhing against the table before him would care. Elspeth had struck him with such precision that Xane was so knotted in rage and hurt, there wasn’t space for anything else in his head.
He watched, paralysed by indecision as Xane wetted his fingers and slicked his own arsehole.
‘Luthor,’ Xane growled, turning his head to peer at him. ‘Where the fuck are you?’
Xane’s eyes were wide open and wild, the grey of them shiny and chilling. His mouth was a kiss-reddened slash of anger. Luthor wanted to ravage it, exactly as Xane had ravaged his mouth moments before. The thought kicked his heart-rate into a gallop.
One little step. One indiscretion and for at least a few moments Xane could be utterly his.
Dani was completely absent in this moment. She only existed inside his head, as a voice of reason and conscience that was fast slipping away from him as desire roared with a far louder voice.
‘Stop stalling and fuck me.’
Yeah. His cock certainly liked that idea. He was leaking copiously. He rubbed some of that precome over his crown. That touch was more than enough to make him lurch forward and butt up against Xane’s arse. He slid himself back and forth, getting them both high and impossibly hard. This man was like a drug. One taste was all it took and you got hooked.
He’d been hooked a long time.
He fucking wanted this so badly.
‘Screw me.’
‘We need protection.’ He had at least one or two brain cells still functioning.
‘We don’t fucking need anything. Do you think I’d be doing Dani naked if there was an issue? Unless you’re telling me you have a problem.’
No way. He was clean. ‘There’s no problem.’
‘Good. Then let’s do this.’ Xane spat against his fingers again and rubbed them across his hole. That wasn’t really enough lube to make things smooth, but, with nothing else to hand, it looked as if this was the only option.
Luthor added a gob of his own, and slicked the saliva around Xane’s entrance. He was tight. It was going to hurt like hell. ‘We need lube.’
‘Quit stalling and just fucking fuck me. Do it now, Luthor. Do you think I care if it hurts?’
A little pain could sometimes make things sweeter, but still.
He rubbed the head of his cock up against Xane’s crack, still unsure. He’d never done this raw before, and didn’t quite know what to expect, other than it likely being a whole lot more sensitive. Xane pressed back against him eagerly.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked, giving Xane a final opt-out.
‘You damn bloody well know I am. Now stop with the tease and get inside me.’
Luthor pressed forward with everything lined up. He was over-eager and too excited, still fighting his better judgement too. He tried to take it slow, ease in gently, but Xane was having none of it. He pressed back hard and met Luthor’s forward thrust, which sunk him deep and pried bone-deep cries from both of them.
Yeah, it was raw.
But, hell, it was good.
Wrong on every damned level, of course, but who the fuck cared?
Their bodies slapped together. It was a race. It was hard. This was sex in its purest, most animalistic form. Luthor’s muscles screamed, begging for relief, but he couldn’t slow down. Nor did he actually want to.
Luthor grabbed hold of Xane’s shoulder and used the leverage to quicken their pace. The table rocked beneath them, almost threatening to topple. ‘Yeah,’ he cried out. ‘Yeah.’
‘Get your hands on me,’ Xane demanded.
He obeyed at once, pressing his torso to Xane’s back so that he could reach around him and palm his lover’s cock.
This was going to be over fast. There were simple mechanical limits to what they could take without making that final swan-dive into oblivion, and from the way Xane was shaking beneath him they were almost there.
‘Oh, fucking hell!’ Xane jerked beneath him, snarling as his release squeezed him tight and emptied him of come. The silky fluid covered Luthor’s hand. He held still, the intense squeeze of Xane’s muscles around him almost too much to bear.
His eyes were tightly closed by the time Xane’s climax had run its course. And the pulsing grip on his body abated.
‘Finish off.’
He drew back, intending to pull out and spill himself all over Xane’s arse, but Xane turned his head again and pinned him with those molten silver eyes. ‘Where you are? I want to feel it, Luthor. I want you to leave that bit of yourself inside me.’
Oh, Jesus! His stomach did a somersault. This was madness, and utterly delicious. How could he possibly say no?
He gave a tentative buck, and Xane met his assault.
‘You can fuck me as hard and long as you like.’
Eternity, his head screamed, but his body was already preparing for release. He spent in thick jets deep inside his lover’s arse, while Xane swore his head off.