Page 52 of Lose Me In The Shadows

For a moment, Conor forgot Luke, turning toward Micah. He grabbed the mindfucking, rational asshole’s shoulders and pushed him relentlessly to the ground.

Micah pushed back, planting his feet firmly and becoming the brick wall he was shaped like. Conor didn’t give a fuck that Micah was fighting him. He didn’t care that his muscles screamed at the strain, that part of him knew Micah was right. Especially when Micah said:

“No talk, no orgasm, Conor. I mean it.”

“Boss,” Conor said, gathering all his strength and fighting back until Micah collapsed to his knees. “I’m your boss, and you’re going to act like it, soldier. Now open wide.”

Micah glared up at him. “You aren’t acting like it. Maybe it’s time for someone else to step in and take charge.”

But he opened his mouth.

Conor glanced at Luke, who had grown hard in his sweatpants from the display. The flush on his chest gave Conor an idea. Gently, he pulled Luke around and in front of him and gripped Luke’s sweatpants in his hands. Luke gave a surprised, satisfying groan when Conor slowly lowered the other man’s sweats and fisted Luke’s long cock in his hand, directing it toward Micah’s mouth. Luke’s moan was even more satisfying; so was the way Micah, a shocked look in his eyes that turned to eagerness, slurped Luke’s cock into his waiting mouth.

“If you think about it,” Conor said, trying to keep his voice even, “this is the penance you’re paying for Luke getting shot. Testing Kara was your idea. She had the gun in her hand, but you might as well have pulled the trigger yourself.”

Micah pulled his mouth off Luke’s cock. “You know as well as I do that Kara has power,boss. She may not want to admit to it, but don’t let her ostriching rub off on you. That’s your problem. She has agency. If you don’t recognize that, we’ve already lost.”

“I know she has agency. I know she has power. But if we make it clear we’ve given it back to her, she’ll leave us once it’s safe.”

But if he kept her, if they kept her with them despite what she wanted…then she and Micah were right. They’d never truly have her. What’s more, it made them no better than the professor. Something that made Conor’s chest ache as he fought for breath.

Is this what a panic attack felt like?

Conor dismissed it, slowing his breathing. He gripped Luke’s hips, shoving the man forward and his cock deep in Micah’s throat as punishment. Micah swallowed around Luke, and the concerningly silent Luke, whose cock had gotten the better of him, took over, shoving deep in Micah’s mouth and setting up a furious pace. Micah moaned around Luke, moving his own hand inside his pants and working himself.

Good.

Fucking was always preferable to talking.

Keeping an eye on them, Conor went to the nightstand. And yeah, there was a bottle of lube in the drawer, because Marcus was like the Hugh Hefner of hosts.

He quickly slathered his cock with lube as he stalked back over to where Luke and Micah were going at it, Luke still silent.

Conor would get him to talk. Not talk-talk, but he didn’t want a silent, broody Luke; he wanted the filthy talker Luke he knew.

So he grabbed the filthy talker’s hip with one hand, stilling him briefly as he worked two lubed-up fingers inside Luke’s ass. Luke’s desperate groan and the way he strained against Conor’s hold centered Conor, quieting the disturbing thoughts in his brain. Replacing his fingers with his cock, Conor shoved deep into Luke’s ass, his whole body lighting up with the pleasure of the sensation.

Micah gurgled around Luke’s long cock. Conor couldn’t see him, but he could picture it, and it lit a fire in his balls. Fuck, he’d only thrust once and he already wanted to come.

Instead, he restrained himself.

“That feel good, Boy Scout? You’re always the top, how does it feel to be the bottom for once? I’m controlling your every movement, and I’m controlling Micah. I tell him to stop, he stops. I tell him to swallow you down, and suck you dry, he does. I’m in control of this, and you’re lucky, because I want you to fuck Micah’s tight throat so that you’re balls deep and you give him all that dirty, bad boy come. All you have to do is tell me you want it. All you have to do is tellhimwe’re keeping Kara.”

Luke didn’t speak, but shook his head. Maybe in negation of Conor’s demand, or maybe because he didn’t think they were keeping Kara. Either way, it pissed Conor the fuck off, so he stilled, pulling Luke backward. Luke groaned in protest.

“You really want to give her up? It feels good being deep in Micah’s throat. How does it feel when you’re in Kara’s? Imagine if you never had that again. Imagine if you never had any of her again.”

“You just told Kara it wasn’t about sex, didn’t you?” Luke countered.

Conor paused in his thrusts, stymied. “How did you know that?”

“Marcus has cameras everywhere, the perverted, paranoid fuck. Forget that. The point is, I’m not willing to settle for her body when I want all of her. So do you. You make it about sex, you prove her fears are true.”

Well, that wasn’t the filthy talk Conor wanted from him. He shoved fingers from his clean hand into Luke’s mouth to shut him up.

“We’re not settling. We’ll apologize to her. We’ll fucking grovel on our knees if we have to. But we are not—” he thrust, “giving—” he pulled out and thrust again, “her up.”

Luke garbled something around Conor’s fingers, then bit them. Conor embraced the sting, and shoved his fingers even deeper in response.

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