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TWENTY
‘I WANT TO’ ROSENFELD
Gio
After Lexi and Luce had their snap, I got a call from Juny and stepped outside the apartment to speak with him. He’s on Alan duty tonight, and it seems my father has woken up with me on his mind. Doc was tending to him during the call, but I ordered for him to keep the bastard alive, not comfortable. No pain killers, only enough fluids to keep him from dying on us.
Can’t have that misfortune.
I have to say though, Doc’s decision to cauterize the bullet wound as I listened in was more than satisfying. While Alan howled in the background of the phone call, Juny told me the bastard was demanding to see me, telling him to pass along the message that I’d want to hear what he has to say.
If you want to keep the doll alive, you’ll want to hear what I have to say.
But for tonight, I have no interest in hearing his manipulative words. Besides, Lexi said he was working with someone, and we already know it's Pink. He’s being hunted like the dog he is at the moment, and I have a gut feeling the coward has run far away from the city by now. You don’t fuck with me and my family without knowing the full consequences of that foul choice. Pink will learn the true meaning of the Hooligan name when he’s under my blade.
How the fuck he could become such a despicable turncoat is beyond me, he was well on his way to becomingsomeonein this crew, his reputation as the boss’ muscle . He was surrounded by family, and from what he’s told us, his father abandoned him and his mother the day she found out she was pregnant with him. We gave him what he always wanted, brothers and a life where he’d make a name for himself.
I told Juny to keep Alan talking, seems the fucker just loves to hear himself. Of course, I won’t be getting secondhand information since the cell Drake provided us with has a secured security system that runs on its own internet service that his brother, Nico, built a few years ago for dark web dealings. The firewall and code is practically impenetrable, but I know I can get through it if I really tried.
Right now, all that’s on my mind is on the scene before me, and I can’t rip my eyes away from what I see.
Luce stands between the legs of a very naked Lexi, both of their bodies dripping with water as though they just took a shower together. I’ve always known I wanted Lexi, and I’ve always considered myself a possessive man, but somehow, seeing Luce with Lexi doesn’t bring out an ounce of jealousy in me. In fact, it has me as hard as a rock.
Lexi has her head tipped back in ecstasy, her eyes rolling as Luce pumps into her, his ass flexing with each thrust, and I can’t help but let my eyes roam over both of them. Fuck, they look better than any porno I’ve ever seen. Aside from the obvious, they look like two people made for each other, the same way I know me and her look together. Luce has always been a philanthropist when it came to providing pleasure to others, men and women, but the way he holds Lexi to him, the way his lips leave a trail of maroon hickies down her neck and to her heaving breasts…it’s like she’s his first.
“Luce, oh fuck.”
Her normally airy voice is raspy as she closes her eyes and grips his hair, her mouth dropped into the perfect O shape that practically begs me to fill it with my aching cock.
“Yeah, sweetness, you feel so fucking good gripping my dick like a good girl.”
Fuck me, I’ve not only seen Luce fuck plenty of people in the time that I’ve known him, but his voice has never come out sounding like a beast rather than a man. The sounds of his heavy breaths, her moaning, and the loud clap of their connecting thrusts is like a symphony of sensual music to my ears.
It’s a serenade of pleasure and need, of lust and desire. There’s no other sound like it.
I grip myself through my jeans as I watch them, wishing I could interrupt and join, but also not wanting to end the euphoria I see on Lexi’s beautiful face.
Fuck, these two people mean the world to me, I can’t invision my world without them. If they had been taken from me as Maxine was ripped from us, I would follow them both to the grave. There is no color without them…nomewithout Luce and Lexi.
I desperately want to stroke myself to the scene before me, but then Lexi, at the order of Luce, begins to slap her clit making my world spin as I bite back a groan. Through the reflection of the mirror, I can see her hand moving as Luce’s abs flex with each of his powerful thrusts, but I can’t see his cock sliding in and out of her, nor can I see her clit play.
A fucking travesty.
Suddenly, as Lexi’s orgasm begins to roll into her, Luce’s eyes connect with mine through the mirror before dipping down to where I still grip my hard as fuck cock through my pants. I give myself one more stroke as he watches then squeeze when he slams into Lexi once more, her hips rotating as they both find release with each other. Their bodies twitch as they breathe heavily, but I can’t stop myself from finally interrupting.
“Is it my turn, or do I only get voyeurism tonight?”
Lexi gasps at my voice and peeks over Luce’s shoulder as he pulls free from her before grabbing a towel and cleaning her. I grin when I see her face reddening with embarrassment a second before she ducks her chin down, but she has no reason to be, not with us.
“That depends,” Luce says, tipping Lexi’s head up with a wink, “doeseveryoneget to play during your turn?”
She blushes hard, her eyes bouncing between us as she chews on her bottom lip.
“You’re not mad?” She pulls the towel up to cover herself, much to my dismay.
Her voice is small, and it takes everything in me not to rip off my clothes and pound into her pussy just to show her how un-fucking-mad I am.
I walk over to her while reaching over my head to pull my shirt off and step between her legs when Luce gives me room. I lean down and kiss her lips softly, loving the feel of how swollen Luce has gotten them. I lick the seam of her lips, almost pleading for her to open, and she doesn’t disappoint me. The mix of Lexi and Luce on my tongue has me groaning and wrapping my fingers around her wrist before placing her hand over the tent of my jeans.
