Page 35 of Gratification in Gluttony

Lol. Make out with a hot person for me.

The playful smile slid from Toni’s face as he read the last message. Wait, what? Kiss someone else? The fuck was that supposed to mean?

He stewed over that text the next few days, and by Friday night, he’d resolved to fulfill Jude’s wish. He wanted Toni to kiss other people? Then Toni would kiss other people. He liked kissing people. He liked sex with people. And it had been, like, several weeks since his last hook-up. And since Jude, apparently, didn’t give a single fuck if Toni was off fucking with other people, then Toni would go wild.

Was it petty?

A little.

Had Jude’s clear dismissal hurt?

More than Toni wanted to admit.

So, he pre-gamed a bit before he headed out, a pleasant buzz calming his mind as he took the tram to the club where he’d meet up with the others. He didn’t want to get hammered like last time, but he still got a drink, chugging it faster than he should have so he could join Gem out on the dance floor.

And for a while, he was able to forget about his hurt pride and his clearly unrequited crush as he danced with Gem and Oliver. The human had no rhythm, deities bless him, but he allowed Toni and Gem to sandwich him between them and grind inappropriately.

Oliver’s Gymnot beau-to-be, Lile or Louie or whatever, showed up, and Toni kept an eye on them as they shared a drink by the bar. It wasn’t that Toni didn’t trust the guy… Okay, Toni didn’t trust the guy. Sure, he was from Gluttony, but he was Greed all the way through. His fancy clothes and accent, the way he carried himself, sat wrong in Toni’s stomach.

To be fair, Toni could make snap judgments about people, but he had experience with assholes like Lorn. And Oliver was family now, okay? And if there was one good thing Toni’s father had ever taught him, it was that he should always take care of his family.

“Hey, handsome,” a deep voice rumbled in Toni’s ear as big hands settled on his hips. “May we have this dance?”

Tearing his gaze from Oliver and Lilo, Toni turned and sized up the gorgeous Incubus and the tall Cervyn woman standing behind him, both of whom were staring at Toni like they wanted to fuck him right there on the dance floor. For a split second, Toni thought about Jude, but he shook the thought away. This was what Jude wanted, right?

Toni grinned, and it was all teeth. “You most certainly can. You are looking mighty fine in that dress, baby.”

The Cervyn smiled. “I think you’ll find it looks nicer pooled around my hooves.”

As the Incubus crowded against his back, Toni framed the Cervyn’s hips with his hands, fingers digging into her voluptuous curves. “Is that right? You’ll have to show me later.”

“That can be arranged,” the Incubus purred, and his aura had Toni’s dicks at attention immediately.

They danced for a long time, the Incubus’s erection grinding against Toni’s ass as the Cervyn plastered herself to his front. She tasted fruity and sharp, like whatever cocktail she’d been drinking, and Toni buried his hand in her long, coarse hair and tightened his grip. She moaned, and he drank it down.

And later, as she feathered kisses along his flaring gills, Toni craned his head back, giving the Incubus the opportunity to tongue-fuck his throat. He was drunk off the alcohol and the music and the Incubus’s sexual aura, and when they led him off the dance floor toward the rooms in the back, he followed.

“I’m gonna fuck you while she watches,” Incubus said, teeth tugging on his ear. “You good with that?”

“As long as you fuck me good, I can work with that,” Toni retorted, earning him a growl from the Incubus.

Now, he was talking a big game here. In reality, Toni hadn’t been fucked in a while. But ever since he’d learned that Jude came with many dick options, he’d imagined all the ways the human could fuck him. Or maybe Jude would just sit back and let Toni ride him. He wanted to fuck Jude too, if the human was into that, but Toni liked taking it up the ass just fine.

When lips landed on his, he blinked back into the moment—the moment where he was about to get fucked by some rando in the back room of a club while a strange woman watched. Because Jude wasn’t here. And it was fine. It was… fine.

“Hold on a sec,” Toni said, words muffled against the Incubus’s lips.

To the man’s credit, he instantly broke away and cocked his head, studying Toni’s face. “You okay, handsome?”

Toni opened his mouth to say yes. Because he was okay. Wasn’t he?

Instead, he said, “I need to make a phone call.”

The Incubus frowned, and the Cervyn’s brows rose, nearly disappearing into her hairline.

“Sorry,” Toni said, pushing the Incubus back. “Thank you for the dance. You’re both very hot. Normally, I’d be super into this. But my stupid feelings had to get all feely on me. It’s very annoying!”

Brushing past them, he stumbled and caught himself on the wall. “I’m okay,” he announced to no one in particular. “I’m fine. The floor’s a bit crooked. Watch your step. Now—excuse me!” He glared at the bodies in his way. “Would you—move! I need to make a phone call.”

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