Destructive Us: A Luxe Novel: 3

by H. Q. Frost

  JUSTIN's in love with a satellite

  I want her to touch me. I've wanted it since we walked in but I know her. She'll be delicate and I want her to fuck me. I want her to scream my name and beg me to stop because she can't take anymore. And the only way I'll get that is if I keep it from her until she demands it. She's about to put her mouth on me, around the head of my cock, and I fucking want this.

  "Stop," I say and her eyes shoot to mine.

  "B." She can barely get this out and I know she's on the brink.

  "What, El?" I don't think she likes my cocky tone but fuck do I like the look she's giving me.

  "Fuck me!"

  "Beg." This may have taken it too far. The shock on her face almost makes me laugh but I bite it back. I have to stay in

  control until she attacks me.

  Her eyes go to my cock that's noticeably throbbing. Her taking off that dress revealing there was nothing underneath almost made me nut in my pants. Now she's naked in front of me and I can't touch her so I can remain in control, but it's painful.

  "Please?" Her voice is too soft.

  "That's not begging."

  "Please fuck me." She's almost begging but it's not

  enough.

  Her eyes land on my cock and her lips part. I'd love to sink myself to her

  throat right now but I don't.

  "Beg me!" She's not afraid of this tone, I think it turns her on because every time I use it she squeezes her thighs together.

  "Please fuck me! Please. I'll do anything you want, just please touch me!" She sounds like she could cry; it shouldn't turn me on but I'm harder than I've ever been.

  She's kissing my legs inching more and more to my inner, upper thigh and it's hard to resist her.

  "Put your finger in your pussy."

  She's upright again and slides her hand down her stomach between her legs. Fuck, I should be between those legs.

  "Feel good, ZP?"

  "Mmhmm," she moans as her eyes drift closed.

  "Stop."

  Her eyes open wide and I snatch her hand, bringing her fingers to my mouth. When I let her hand go she scratches down my stomach but before she can touch my cock I stop her. With a yank I pull her down and flip her under me. I won't let my body touch hers as I hover over her.

  "What do you want, princess?" I'm looking down her body studying how lucky I am.

  "You."

  "Tell me what you want from me."

  "I want you to touch me, fuck me. Please just do something!"

  "You want to come, don't you?"

  "Yes!"

  I slide down her with my mouth hovering over her clit and she keeps trying to rise up off the bed to reach it.

  "Justin." She's panting. "Please, god, please."

  "Please what?"

  "Please touch me."

  "Like this?" I slide my tongue over her clit and she lets out a cry as her thighs shake. Fuck, she's the hottest woman to walk this earth.

  "Yes, like that," she quietly says when I stop.

  "That'll make you come?"

  "Yes, B." She's begging and whining. "Please." She sits up so she can see my face.

  "You want to touch yourself?"

  "No! I want you to touch me. Please, I don't care where, anywhere."

  "But you like it here." I flick my tongue over her clit and she lets out a shaky moan.

  "Please." Her hips are rocking while she tries to fuck my mouth. "Please. Please fuck me."

  "You haven't begged enough." I lay next to her and she gasps, sitting up with a jerk.

  "Justin!"

  "Beg me, El." Now I'm stroking myself. I could come just watching her pout. She likes this though, I can see the vein in her neck pulsing while she watches me. "You want to touch it?"

  She doesn't speak she just nods, staring.

  "Beg me."

  "Please!" she screams and now she's between my legs.

  I don't know how much more I need to push before she disobeys, but I hope it's not much.

  "How wet are you?"

  "So wet." She's trembling, I can hear it and see it.

  "Why are you wet?"

  "You!"

  "You're wet for me?" Goddamn, I love this game

  but she really needs to take control soon because I can't keep jerking it and watching these faces she's making without coming.

  "Yes, it's all for you. You make me so wet. I need to feel you." She's rubbing between her legs. "Please. Please fuck me. Please. I need you. I need to feel you. Please fuck me, B. I want to come all over you. I want you to come on my face, on my tits. I don't care where, just fuck me and come."

  "No." I say and put my hand behind my head.

  "No? No? No!" she screams.

  "I'm not going to fuck you." I'm going to fuck her

  brains out until she can't think.

  She's furious, enraged with anger and sexual frustration. This should be it.

  She slaps me in the face, hard. Really fucking hard but now she's on me and I'm so deep in that pussy I don't know what feeling to give in to. I wasn't expecting that slap and it hurt but, fuck, it turned me on. She's thrusting so hard, I don't know how long I'll be able to hold back. These noises she's making, like a primal animal who's been waiting a long time for this. All of this makes it hard for me to hold back. I wrap my arm around her and flip her to her back, pushing as deep as I can. She lets out a screaming moan and her nails are in my flesh drawing blood but it only makes this better.

  "Fuck me!" she screams and bites my shoulder, my chest, my neck. These are real bites too, no love bites. She's leaving deep purple marks and fuck if it's not only making me want to come harder. "Fuck me!" she screams again.

  I'm slamming so hard into her I'm almost afraid I might be hurting her, but judging by her moans, I'm not.

  "I'm going to come." She starts to gasp and I pull out.

  Her eyes pop open and I'm hoping for another slap but I don't think she

  knows what to do she's so shocked.

  "Fuck me!" she growls dragging her nails deeply down my back.

  This causes me to bow into her so I slide back in. I lift her legs over my shoulder; I can get nice and deep this way.

  "Right there," she pants and I stop again and there's

  the slap. "Fuck me!"

  That slap may have cut my lip but all I can do is smile at her.

  "Fuck me," she moans.

  I get off her and grab her hips, flipping her face down.

  "You want me to fuck you?" I yank her hips so her ass is up in the air.

  "Yes! Yes, please fuck me," she's whimpering and still trembling.

  Shoving my hand into her hair, I yank back and thrust myself into her, making her cry out.

  "You want me to fuck you?" I growl at her.

  "Yes, B! Fuck me please." I like how it sounds like she'll die if I don't. As I pound into her I pull her hair back more. "God, yes!"

  "Pussy's so tight," I groan in her ear as I slam into her.

  "Fuck my tight pussy, fuck it hard."

  I can't hold back much longer and I yank her head back farther.

  "Fuck, fuck." She's panting and won't stop saying it.

  "You gonna come, ZP?" I growl at her. "Fucking come."

  "I'm gonna come. Oh god, I'm gonna come." The tone of her voice gives away she's coming right this minute and I finally let go.

  She's pulsing around me so tight as I unload in her and still pull her hair. The squirt of her orgasm starts running down my thighs and it's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.

  When her screams die down I stop shoving as deep as I can and I let go of her hair, collapsing on her. She lets out a hum and reaches back to rub my side.

  "Holy fuck, El," I pant, kissing the side of her head. Rolling off her, I yank her to me.

  There will be a lot of pain tomorrow. I may have popped a stitch, but I'm not going to draw attention to it. This was the best sex I've had in my life and I don't want to let her go. I want to hold her li
ke this for hours.

  "Oh fuck!" She jerks up. "I have to go!"

  Fuck.

  "It's five? It's five! Justin, I have to go. Oh my god." She's already out of the bed, there's no stopping her.

  She's found short shorts and settles on one of my shirts from the floor. I see her smell it. Holy shit, I shouldn't find that so arousing.

  She's clothed and picks up her dress from the night, laying it over the chair.

  "I'll be back for that. Will you call me a cab please?" Her frantic tone

  makes me feel bad that I had her come over.

  "I'll drive you."

  "I fucking have to work. Oh my god." I can hear her panting but not in a good way now. "Please call a cab?"

  I'm out of the bed dressing. "I said I'm going to drive you." I look at her and she shuts up until we're walking out of my room.

  "Are you drunk?"

  "No." I grab my coat and throw it over her shoulders. "You're going to freeze." I pinch her ass and she jumps.

  With a giggle she pushes me against the door and kisses me then lets out a pleased hum.

  "Thank you," she says.

  "For?" I laugh.

  "The amazing sex."

  "Oh!" I laugh. "Thank you? Wanna leave my money on the dresser?"

  "B." She rolls her eyes, pushing her lips to mine.

  Now I let out the pleased hum and I wish she was staying. "I love you." I can't help but say it.

  "I love you." She rubs her nose over mine.

  I don't want to let her leave but I know it's not an option. She's tired and freezing. I almost feel guilty keeping her up. Almost. I rub my jaw a little from her two hard slaps then I smirk. She's so tired she doesn't notice.

  When I pull in the driveway of her condo she jumps onto me, straddling me, and fuck it hurts, but I could fuck her again right here. She's kissing all over my face then she stops on my lips.

  "You're so sexy," she whispers and gets off me, quickly pushing the door open.

  I try to reach over and stop her, touch her, something, but all I get is a handful of her ass and that's nice but it's not enough. She grins at me and now she's running to the door…barefoot. I laugh loudly. It's gotta

  be painful; there's an inch of snow on the ground.

  I'm going to go home and watch that video because I recorded it all. I'll probably be watching this everyday.

  Lilith wanted to kill Tash for suggesting she keep her January dates. She didn't know how she'd hide them from Ian, but she managed for a week. Or so she thought.

  "Jacks," Justin grumbled upon answering the phone.

  "She's still fucking taking the dates." He huffed.

  "I don't know what to do. She's fucking lying to me. Is there maybe someone else?" Justin stressfully pushed his hair back.

  "No. I don't think so." Ian rubbed his face. "I have a feeling it's about the money. She's worried about Luxe and trying to bring in the money."

  "What the fuck, man! Why don't you tell her you don't need it!"

  "Because we do," Ian growled. "Luxe does need it." With a groan he rubbed his face again. "Meet at O'Gradys. I'm fucking hungry and talking to you over the phone pisses me off."

  "Aww, you want to go on a date, Jacks?"

  Ian rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I want to discuss how we're going to handle this with my wife."

  "Fuck you, cock sucker. I'll be there in forty minutes." Justin hung up.

  As they sat at the restaurant, Ian looked at his ringing cellphone. "Hey, baby," he answered Lilith's call.

  "Where are you?"

  "At dinner."

  "Are you at a bar? It's loud."

  "Me and Justin got some food."

  "What?" The panic in her tone made him shake his

  head.

  He wasn't sure when she'd get used to the fact they could be cordial. They were sharing the same woman for God's sake!

  "Where are you?"

  Justin stared at a mounted television, upset she called Ian first.

  "I just got my car from Luxe. No one's there."

  "It's eight, baby." Ian chuckled.

  Justin quietly huffed and pulled his cellphone from his pocket. She did text him, he just didn't hear it.

  EL: I'm off work. Are we still getting together today? I really need some

  sleep

  He grinned, satisfied that she text him before calling Ian.

  "You wanna come up? Have you eaten?" Ian said into the phone.

  Justin looked up at him and when Ian hung up, asked, "She coming?"

  Ian paused a beat then shook his head yes. "I didn't really think it through," he admitted.

  "We're gonna have to get used to this shit," Justin muttered.

  "No." Ian chuckled, picking up his barely touched beer. "We can keep two separate lives."

  "I fully agree and am all for that but you know when we do shit like this, we get together, get along, nothing makes her happier."

  Ian stared at the table contemplating that fact then nodded. "We need to set some boundaries." Ian looked over at him. He wasn't being cocky or desperate, he just wanted to prevent a jealous fight between them.

  "Agreed," Justin said uncomfortably, clearing his throat while leaning his arms onto the table.

  "That's pretty." Ian nodded at Justin's cast and grinned, thinking it was an insult.

  "El did it." Justin stared at the art.

  That made Ian feel stupid; it was girly and that was

  supposed to be the insulting part, but finding out Lilith did it, he actually liked it.

  "She's really talented, man," Justin said in a low tone

  like he was afraid to talk about her with Ian.

  "I know." Ian shifted then took another drink of beer.

  "So uh, boundaries?"

  "I don't expect you to give a fuck but she is my wife and it's all a secret so you're the public boyfriend and I'm the private husband." He cleared his throat, staring at his hands on the table while talking. "You two can publicly be affectionate." He looked up at Justin.

  "I get it." Justin nodded looking away. He didn't want to care, but for some reason he did, partially because he worried that Ian would take her away one day. "I'm not going to push her away though." Justin stared him dead in the eyes. "No way in hell I'll do that."

  Ian understood this, he knew Lilith would take offense if Justin denied her affection, he just wished Lilith wouldn't be that bitchy to publicly rub it in his face.

  "I don't blame you." Ian waved over the waitress.

  The overly attentive server bounced her way over.

  "Can I get another." He held up his beer. "And a chicken Caesar salad, dressing on the side. Also a glass of water. Borg?"

  "Another beer. I'm done with this." He pushed his plate forward.

  The waitress stared at him while picking up his plate then looked back at Ian. "You all set?"

  "Thank you." Ian pushed his plate at her but wouldn't look her in the eyes.

  When she turned to walk away they both looked to check out her ass.

  "See something you like?" Lilith pulled out the chair.

  Their heads quickly snapped to look at her.

  "The game." Justin pointed to a TV that was

  in the direction they looked to check out the waitress.

  "Titillating I'm sure." She knew better. "Are you boys playing nice?" After she took off her coat she went to Justin's side, hugging him and lightly kissing him. He smiled at her, letting her go when she pulled away. "How are you feeling?"

  "Well."

  She rounded the tall bar table to Ian and hugged him,

  swiping her fingers through his undone hair before sitting.

  "So?" She looked between them. They were both staring at her. "Are you guys getting along?" She was growing annoyed they weren't answering. She didn't care she caught them checking out the waitress. It wasn't anything that worried her.

  "Why wouldn't we be?" Ian spoke first.

  "Because you're both assholes." There was a t
race of indignation in her tone. She picked up the drink menu, directing her attention to it.

  Both Ian and Justin looked at each other, able to tell she wasn't in a good mood. They didn't realize it was because she was tired and felt guilty about hiding the dates from them.

  Neither of the men responded to what she said, they were both afraid to set her off, still worried because she caught them looking at the waitress. Their silence was annoying but she continued to look over the drink menu.

  The waitress approached the table and her flirty seductive manors quickly shifted when she saw Lilith. The salad was set in front of Ian and he picked it up, shifting it in front of Lilith. Lilith put the drink menu down and was going to order a drink but when the waitress saw her open her mouth to order, she turned to walk away.

  "Jody," Justin quickly called the waitress. When Justin said her name, Lilith looked at him a bit confused. "She wants a drink," he said looking at Lilith.

  "Oh, I didn't know." The waitress annoyingly

  giggled.

  "I'm sure you didn't." Lilith's irritated mutter came out through a forced smile.

  Ian and Justin stared at the table.

  "I'll have a pint of winter lager."

  "We're actually out." The waitress tapped her pen on a notepad.

  "Holiday porter?"

  "Nope."

  Lilith looked up at her with a fire in her eyes. Ian put his beer to his lips and Justin sat back uncomfortably.

  "Why don't you tell me what you do have." She locked

  her fingers, leaning into the table.

  "Uh. Well." The waitress huffed. "Bud, Bud Lite, Pa—"

  "Stop." Lilith put her hand up and looked at Ian. "What're you drinking?"

  "Killian's." He set the beer on the table.

  "I'll have a Killian's."

  "You sure?" The girl's condescending tone made Lilith's eyes widen.

  Ian and Justin looked at each other with silent gasps.

  "Are you kidding me!" Lilith snapped. "Is she fucking kidding?" She looked at Justin while she stood.

  "I mean it's just not like the winter lager." The waitress tried to redeem herself but was only making it worse.

  Lilith picked up the salad plate, holding it out. "I'm not eating that or paying for it."

  Jody fumbled for the plate while Lilith pulled her jacket on.

  "Don't you dare pay for that." She looked at Ian then Justin.