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ring of Luke’s ass
gripped his head, he paused and enjoyed the sensation, allowing
Luke to control the movement and push the rest of the way. He
reached between them and stroked Luke’s sac. Luke made a sound of
pleasure from deep in his throat and twitched his hips as Angel
sank in all the way to the base of his cock.
It was too much. He had to move, had to chase the
orgasm that trembled just out of reach. The focus of his world
narrowed to just the two of them as he held on to Luke’s hips and
worked him hard and deep. So tight and slick, Luke’s ass flexed as
he threw his head back and groaned.
“Going to come.” Luke gasped, and Angel leaned
forward, grasping his shoulders. He could feel his own orgasm
almost there. Body tight, muscles tense, he groaned and pounded
into Luke. Beneath him, Luke’s ass gripped and released Angel’s
cock as he shuddered and bucked.
So good, so tight and hot . Almost collapsing
on Luke, Angel bit the back of Luke’s neck as his own release
burned through him. Luke shiver beneath him and drew their orgasms
out by slowly clenching and releasing his anal muscles.
Panting, he rolled off Luke and held his hand,
staring at the ceiling as they both tried to catch their breath.
After he settled enough that he could walk without stumbling, he
disposed of the condom and quickly cleaned both Luke and himself
before tugging his lover over to the wide leather sofa against the
far wall. Luke pulled him onto his chest, and Angel listened to his
racing heartbeat.
“Love you,” he murmured and placed a gentle kiss on
Luke’s lips.
“Love you too,” Luke said in a content rumble. “Fuck
what the rest of the world thinks. I can’t imagine spending the
rest of my life without you and our perfect woman at our side. The
best of both worlds.”
Angel placed another gentle kiss on Luke’s chest.
“The thought of you fucking her while I—”
Luke placed his hand over Angel’s lips and laughed.
“As much as I would love round two, we don’t have time right now.
Our lovely lady is going to be arriving soon, and we have to put
the seduction to end all seductions into action.”
Angel grinned at him. “I plan on testing the waters
doing some fantasies with her tonight and see how she responds. The
Maeve I knew had more love to give than anyone I’ve ever met.” He
gathered Luke into his arms and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I
just hope she’ll give us a chance to prove how good it can be.”
Chapter Two
Maeve and Trinity followed the sable-haired
concierge into their suite in stunned silence. Comfortable
chocolate brown leather furniture filled the massive living area
dominated by an elaborate bar. Done in shades of hunter green and
bronze with accents of blue, the room had a definite Irish feel
emphasized by a massive tapestry done in twisting Celtic knots. An
elaborate crown molding graced the high ceiling with more elaborate
scroll work. Scattered jewel tone pillows surrounded a real
fieldstone fireplace, and at the far end of the room
floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over downtown Detroit.
“Welcome to the Celtic suite,” the concierge said in
a smooth voice. “Your luggage is in your rooms. Ms. Burgundy, your
room is on the right. Ms. Jacobs, your room is on the left.” He
stood in the small foyer leading into the suite. “Dinner will be
served in an hour. You have your meeting with your PFC after
that.”
“Our what?” Maeve asked as she ran her hand over the
rich wood of the bar. She had always loved Ireland, and this room
was a surprise that delighted her.
Trinity rolled her eyes and strode over to the
window. “Our personal fantasy consultant is the person that sets us
up with our VR sessions. They are trained sexual psychologists who
specialize in helping us find and fulfill our hidden fantasies.”
Trinity turned back and said, “If you listened to a word I said on
the plane instead of trying to run the office from forty thousand
feet, you would know