Page 98 of Samhain

I laughed, dragging my nose along the side of his face to take another long inhale of my favorite man. The air was cool and the snow around my legs started to melt, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was my heart pounding, the heat from his body so fucking close to mine.

It had been a week since I’d touched him, a week since that night in Faerie. I didn’t know if it was the curse or the forbidden nature of it, but I wanted him more than I ever had. My skin ached for his touch. My tongue yearned for his cock. Whenever I caught him staring at me in that seductive Lex way, it took all my willpower not to drop to my knees and open my mouth in blatant expectation.

But now I had him alone in the woods. All to myself.

What’s a boy to do?

Everyone else was eating lunch. Our absence would be noted, but they’d suspect Lex was showing me the grounds on our last day here. And oh…how right they were.

“A meathead you want to rail your tight little ass,” I whispered, biting his earlobe between my teeth. My cock twitched when he trembled and tried to hide it. I’d always been able to break Lex to pieces, and that kind of power boosted a guy’s ego.

“I’d rather you swallow my dick,” he said, leaning up so he could swipe his warm, wet tongue across my bottom lip. The touch rattled all the way down in my toes, and my balls clenched.

Fuck, I’d always have it bad for him. One touch. One kiss. One look. I was his, and that would never change.

“You never did know when to stop running your mouth,” I said. “Here you are, trapped under someone who could flip you over and pound you into the snow, and you still can’t shut the fuck up.”

I rolled my hips into him, grinding my dick against his between our pants.

“More threats?” he said. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Do you know who I am in this country? I could tie you up and flog you in front of a live audience. No one would bat an eye.”

“Oh.” I let out a sardonic chuckle. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“Good thing we’re friends, right?” he continued, biting my bottom lip between his teeth. God damn it, he was so hot.

“Friends? We’ve never been friends, DC.” I rolled my hips again, causing a deep groan to tumble out of his chest, inflating my sense of pride. “Not when I’ve only ever wanted to fuck you. Not when that’s all you’ve ever wanted, too.”

He laughed, trying to tease me and get in my head. “Why do you think I give a damn about you? I know how this story ends. You’ll go back to Hollywood and forget about me again. Forget about her.”

This might have started as play, but those words edged too close to the truth to be fake. I heard a sliver of doubt in his tone.

“Is that what you think?” I hissed, my temper starting to rise. “That I forgot about you? That I forgot about her?”

“Why should I trust a damn word you say?” He was trying to rile me up. He liked angry sex the best, and he especially liked it with me.

He wanted it like that? Fine.

I’d fuck that blue-blood smirk right into this goddamn blizzard. I didn’t give a damn who saw us.

“Why should you trust me? Because I love you, Lex,” I said. “I loved you first. I’ve always loved you.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but I pressed my lips to his to finally silence him. God, they felt so good. I melted against him, moaning as my cock sought his, rubbing against it, urging it to respond. His fists dug into my jacket, yanking me to him tighter, and when I broke the kiss, he panted to try to catch his breath.

“Chicago,” he started to say.

“Enough, DC.” I sat back and flipped him around so he was on his belly, his knees under his hips, ass up in front of me.

I wrapped my fingers over his mouth to keep him quiet and whispered, “Warm my hand up for me.” I tugged his pants down just enough so his ass was exposed. “So when I finally let you fuck my fist, your cock doesn’t freeze off.” He chuckled and the hot air of his breath surged between my fingers.

Then I dug in his pocket to find the lube. Because, of course, he tackled me with the sole purpose of fucking me out here in these quiet woods. He’d planned this. Though, I was sure my fucking him was not how he saw this going. Most of the time, I bottomed for Lex. But every now and then, Lex needed the reminder I, too, could take care of him. And that he, too, needed a good fucking to put him back in his place. I was all too eager to oblige.

I squeezed lube in his ass and worked my finger inside him. One finger became two, and soon, he was bucking back on me, mewling against my palm.

Fuck. Yeah.

To see Lex at his most vulnerable gave me the biggest hard-on in the world. Yeah, I loved being with Ivy, and fucking Miri was amazing. But Lex?

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

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