Sodom and Detroit (2 page)

Luke snorted out a laugh. “That would be pretty
disheartening.”

“It was twelve years ago, and I was an idiot back
then. A very insecure idiot who didn’t know how good I had it. This
was before I became Angel and I was just Rafe, the punk kid with
piercings and blue hair. If I knew then what I know now…”

“Well, now you’re Angel. Millionaire bachelor,
virtual-reality god, and boyfriend to one of the hottest fucking
guys in the world,” Luke teased him, and they wrapped their arms
around each other, enjoying their reflection in the glass. “Don’t
worry, I’ve got your back on this. While she may be able to resist
your bumbling charms, she’ll be like warm putty in my hands.”

Angel grinned, recalling the interview on CNN with
Maeve and Larry King. He had sat straight up in bed and hit record
the second he recognized her. She had grown into her beauty and
wore it like a fine perfume. Confident and intelligent, she’d
handled the interview with class even as Larry had tried to trip
her up with some trick questions. He couldn’t believe the girl that
had made love to him in the rain was the woman verbally sparring
with Donald Trump. The sound of the TV woke Luke from his sleep
next to him, and when Angel explained who she was, Luke had been
intrigued.

“Do you think Maeve will be…open…to our lifestyle?”
Luke asked delicately. “When you sent me out to New York City to
spy—”

“Research.” Angel glowered at him, and Luke rolled
his eyes.

“Fine, research her, stalk her, whatever.” Luke
ignored Angel’s warning growl and continued, “She seemed to be
devoted to her job, and that’s about it. Everything about her is so
straitlaced, I don’t know if I can picture her happily living with
two men.”

Angel loved sharing his women with Luke. It was the
best of both worlds. He had his man and his woman and didn’t have
to worry about either straying. He trusted Luke completely and vice
versa. To tell the truth, Angel loved watching his women getting
fucked by Luke as much as he loved Luke fucking him. It just flat
out did it for him. While he really hoped Maeve would fit into his
life, he wasn’t leaving Luke for anyone.

Turning Luke by his trim waist, Angel sought out his
lips with a soft brush of his own. Firm, gentle, they explored each
other’s mouths with the intimacy that can only come from two people
in love. A groan stole from Angel as Luke dug his nails into
Angel’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss
in a dance of tongues and heat. Angel ran a hand through Luke’s
hair and savored the sensation of the short, silky strands moving
through his fingers.

They broke their kiss and Luke’s blue eyes darkened
to sapphire with passion. Angel studied his man, reassuring himself
again that Luke was okay with this. His heart ease as the other man
looked back at him with a small smile.

“I really want this to work out for us. I know I’m
extremely picky about my women.” Luke brushed his lips across
Angel’s again, soft and decadent. “But I think that you’re right:
Maeve is the one. Beyond finding her utterly delicious to look at
with that full and soft body, she is wicked smart and owns enough
lingerie to open a store.”

“How do you know that?” Angel gave him a suspicious
look, and Luke laughed, leaning back in his arms.

“Easy there. I didn’t break into her apartment and
go digging through her underwear drawer.” His lips twitched with a
grin, and through Angel’s dress shirt, he traced the thick gold
ring piercing the right nipple. “I hacked into her credit card and
checked out what she spends her money on.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Luke watched him closely, his smirk turning into a
full smile as Angel’s cock thickened against his. Damn him, he knew
Angel’s weakness was women in sexy lingerie. With a firm grip, Luke
drew him closer and whispered against his lips, “Don’t you want to
know what she bought?”

Soft cotton pants slid beneath Angel’s hands as he
pulled Luke closer. The press of Luke’s goatee tickled Angel’s
throat as Luke brushed his lips over the banging pulse in his neck.
“She buys her corsets custom-made from France. Can you imagine her
big, beautiful tits all pushed up and waiting for us? And did I
mention that she seems to have a fondness for crotchless
panties?”

Luke tugged the edge of Angel’s shirt from his pants
and fumbled with the buttons. He growled as Angel licked the outer
rim of his ear. Desire, harsh and burning, roared through Angel’s
body, making his cock ach and his balls draw up tight. Their shirts
hit the floor at almost the same time, and Angel sighed as he
wrapped his arms around his lover, tracing his fingers in familiar
paths over Luke’s muscled back, the thick gold of his nipple rings
rubbing against Luke’s chest.

Angel turned them to face the window and teased
Luke’s pants down his long, muscular legs and off his feet. With a
grin, he nipped the back of Luke’s knee and ran his tongue over the
soft skin there. He loved the smell of Luke, the way he made him
feel, and most of all the trust that they had in each other. He
moved around to Luke’s front and pulled his pants down with
exaggerated care, holding Luke’s gaze as his cock sprang out. A
rumbling growl of appreciation met this gesture, and his dick
throbbed when Angel lightly gripped it. Angel loved how he affected
Luke, how Luke totally gave himself over to the moment and focused
only on Angel. Always a bit of an exhibitionist, Angel enjoyed
displaying himself for Luke’s pleasure.

Angel knelt, and the soft blond hairs on Luke’s
thighs tickled his palms as he ran his hands up Luke’s legs to his
hips. Angel positioned his body so Luke could watch their
reflection in the big dark window. Stroking himself, he thought
about what it would be like to share Luke’s cock with Maeve, to
have their lips locking together over the rock-hard flesh.

Luke ran his hands over Angel’s head, gently urging
his willing mouth toward Luke’s erection, which demanded attention.
Angel teasingly took only the head of Luke’s cock between his lips
in a hard suck. Long and thick, Luke’s cock had a very wide head,
and Angel loved the feel of it in his mouth. The salty taste of
Luke’s precum hit his tongue and he swiped at that small slit,
seeking out more.

With a rasping moan Luke shivered. Slow and steady,
opening his throat, Angel swallowed him while jerking off in
unison. Luke’s hands ran over Angel’s smooth head, distracted and
tightening as he whispered Angel’s name. Deeper sucks now, fighting
against his gag reflex as he tried to fit more down his throat. He
felt Luke’s cock thicken, and he reached up his free hand to cup
Luke’s balls as they drew up tight.

“Stop.” Luke gasped and pulled himself out of
Angel’s mouth. Luke quickly dropped to his knees and reached
forward to stroke Angel’s shaft. Angel loved the way Luke got all
worked up and intense in his passion.

“I want to fuck you. I want my cock deep in your
tight ass,” Angel said in a low growl. Luke grinned and gave
Angel’s dick a hard squeeze.

They exchanged a kiss, and Angel ran his hands over
the tight muscles of Luke’s chest, fingertips tracking down the
hard bumps of his abs. He pressed Luke’s body against his own,
their cocks rubbing together as they groaned and thrust. The
thought of someone out there watching them right now, just
happening to look at their window through a telescope made Angel’s
passion soar. He could imagine how they looked and wondered if
right now some guy was jerking off to the sight of their hard
bodies.

Pressure began to build in his sac and settled into
a low throb. He shuddered at the feeling of their cocks, slippery
with precum, pressed tight between their stomachs. With one final
nip at Luke’s lower lip, Angel turned him around and whispered in
his ear, “Give it to me.”

With a shudder, Luke bent over onto his hands and
knees and thrust his ass into the air. Angel wet his fingers and
worked them into Luke’s ass. Even after five years of taking
Angel’s girth, he was still deliciously tight and responsive. A
light sweat misted Luke’s body as he bucked back against Angel.

“I’m close already.” Luke squeezed his internal
muscles around Angel’s probing fingers.

Chuckling, he withdrew his fingers and gave Luke’s
ass a light slap. “Don’t move.” A quick trip to the desk and he
returned with a condom and a tube of lube. Luke tensed as Angel
squeezed some of the cool gel over Luke’s rectum as Luke pushed
back into Angel’s firm touch.

“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to kill you,”
Luke threatened as Angel sheathed himself in the condom.

A moan tore from Angel’s lips as he held the head of
his cock against Luke’s puckered hole. The sight of himself sinking
into that firm flesh made his balls draw up tight, and he fought
the urge to just bury himself. When the outer 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.”

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 this.”

“I know what a personal fantasy consultant is,”
Maeve grumbled. “And if you had talked about anything more
interesting on the plane besides the number of orgasms you planned
on having, I would have paid more attention.”

“Bitch,” Trinity said with a good-natured grin and
swayed across the room to the doorway of her bedroom.

The concierge tried to cover his laugh by clearing
his throat. “If there is anything you ladies need, please don’t
hesitate to call. Everything you order is included in your prize
package, including any spa treatments you wish to indulge in.” He
closed the door with a smile, and Maeve couldn’t help but grin at
Trinity. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all, Maeve thought as
she took a deep breath and let her shoulders relax.

She stepped out of her five-inch black heels with a
grateful sigh, leaned on one of the leather bar stools, and rubbed
her stocking-clad foot. She’d stayed at work until well past
midnight in an effort to make sure everything was in place before
she left, and now she was paying for it. “Would you be mad if I
went to bed early?”