Chapter 24 #2
“Fuck.” I eased back, aware my chin was wet with saliva, which pooled between his cheeks. “Hold your legs back.”
Sergei wrapped his arms around his legs, keeping them in the air. I spat on two fingers and slowly glided them inside him.
“We need more lube,” I hissed. “You’re still too tight.”
“Is that a complaint?”
I felt the grin on my face as I leaned over him to kiss. “No, it’s not, but I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy loosening you up.”
I made a quick trip to the bathroom to grab one of the bottles of lube he had in the cabinet, then returned to find him fingering himself.
“God, that’s sexy.” I knelt between his legs. “Give me your fingers.” I squirted the lube on his fingers. “Now, continue. Stretch that hole out for me.”
I squeezed the lube into my hand, slicking it over my cock as I let my eyes linger on Sergei’s hand, those thick fingers methodically opening himself up for me.
He was uninhibited and unselfconscious, and I couldn’t look away from him exposing that part of himself just for me.
Every movement, every shallow breath, made my cock ache with need.
If this is just a ploy between us, why then do I want him this much?
“Slow down,” I murmured, my voice thick. “Let me see you.”
“I can’t. Want you too much, Leo. And the way you’re looking at me—”
“You like me looking at you?”
“Fuck yes.”
He was so touch-starved and needy.
“Then let me see everything.” I took his hand and pushed it aside, baring his relaxed hole to me.
“You like what you see?” Sergei was lazily stroking his dick and watching me with a small smirk. It struck me then that he always seemed more relaxed like this with me, as if submitting to me was his natural state.
“What’s not to like?”
“That’s not exactly an answer.”
I replaced his fingers with mine, filling him with two. His silky heat tightened around my digits. “Yes, dollface,” I said softly, twisting my fingers and stretching in the three-o’clock position. “I very much like what I see.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“What? Dollface?”
“Yes.”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
He glanced away from me almost shyly, and color rose in his cheeks. “I’m just curious. It’s not something someone would ever think to call me. Except you.”
Ah, he was embarrassed that he liked it.
“Hmm, because you remind me of one.” His eyes returned to my face, and he didn’t seem any less confused. “It’s a beautiful inanimate object that lets the owner do whatever they want with it. The way you let me do what I want with you.”
He inhaled sharply. “You want to own me?”
“I already do. Don’t I?” I leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead. “You were mine even before I wanted you because you decided that’s the way it would be.”
“Are you no longer upset about that?”
“No.” The opposite. Sergei was not at all what I’d expected. He was so needy for a little affection, so desperate for any kind of intimacy that he gobbled up what scraps I doled out to him.
“You think you can take me now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered too quickly.
I chuckled softly. “Not yet.”
“Then why did you bother to ask?”
It was my time to smirk. “Because I like to know how desperate you are to be laid.”
“Not just to be laid, Leo. To be fucked by you. Only you.”
He almost got to me then. The urge to take him was maddening, but I held back, scissoring my fingers inside him. He was so tight, slick, and pliant under my touch, but I still wasn’t ready to penetrate him yet. I didn’t anticipate lasting long.
This side of us is so simple. Why can’t it be real?
“Leo, if you continue, I’m gonna come.” Sergei’s abs crunched as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “But I want your dick inside of me when I do. I want to feel you bareback, your cum—”
I slammed my mouth to his, sucking on the tongue he shoved inside my mouth. Grasping my cock, I lined myself up, pressing the tip against his entrance. Sergei’s eyes flickered open drowsily, his gaze meeting mine, wide and trusting.
My heart skipped a beat as I felt that deep regret twist inside me again. But I had no room left for hesitation. I couldn’t turn back the clock. It was already too late, and I was afraid he wasn’t the only one caught up in this web of my making.
I pushed forward, slowly, letting him feel every inch as I slid inside.
The sensation was overwhelming—hot, gripping, perfect.
Sergei’s mouth dropped open, his head tilting back, and I fastened my lips to his neck, kissing and biting his skin there.
A ragged gasp escaped his lips as I buried myself to the hilt in his incredible heat.
“Fuck, Leo, baby.”
“You feel amazing,” I whispered, rolling my hips. “God, Sergei, your body’s so damn perfect for me.” Hard all over but soft where it mattered. So incredibly soft.
He let out a shaky moan, thighs trembling. “Don’t stop. Give me more.”
Drawing back, I moved him onto his side, one leg hitched higher up to his chest to expose him where we joined.
I settled on my knees, between his thighs, my hand pressing on his cheeks to separate them so I could watch the way my cock completely owned him.
Or maybe he owned me. At that moment, I couldn’t tell which.
I set a rhythm, deep and deliberate, my hips snapping forward, drawing back only to push in again and again, losing myself in the heat and friction and the way Sergei’s body clung so desperately to mine.
My nails were digging into his flesh, but it still wasn’t enough.
I needed more contact with his body against mine.
Pulling out, I shifted so I was lying behind him and hooked one arm around the back of his knee to keep him in position. He leaned his head back, and I kissed him as I pushed my way into his body. His groan rumbled through his chest and into mine.
Perfect.
This was exactly what I needed, his body flush against mine, his lips on mine, our breaths tangling, and my hands roving over the hard planes of his chest.
“You like that?” I asked into the open-mouthed kiss as I buried myself to the hilt inside of him and he shoved his ass back into it.
“Fuck yes. I’ve wanted this so much. You inside of me.”
“When I’m inside you, I lose the man I was supposed to be,” I whispered, then kissed him again because I’d revealed more than I’d intended to.
I wrapped my fist around his cock, stroking him in sync with my thrusts. Sergei bucked helplessly, trapped between the pressure of me drilling his ass and the tight hold I had on his shaft. His whole body shook with every stroke, every thrust, every smack of my pelvis on his ass.
“Leo—fuck—” His voice broke, his body tensing, every muscle pulled taut. “I’m gonna—”
My own release was building, pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my groin. “Don’t hold back, Sergei. I want you to come for me. Show me how much you enjoy me owning you like this.”
A hoarse cry tore from his throat, and he jerked in my hand, spilling hot seed over my fingers.
His climax racked his body with tremors, and I tightened my hold on him, grinding deep against his ass, milking every drop out of him.
The sight, the feel of him falling apart for me, was too much.
I slammed in deep, groaning as I let go, biting his neck as my orgasm burned through me and spilled into him, filling him with my cum.
For a long moment, all I could hear was our frantic breathing and the thready thrum of my heart.
When I released him and would have pulled away, Sergei grabbed my arm and pulled it around his body.
My first instinct was to resist, to hide in shame over what I’d just done with him, with all the lies and deception between us.
I waited for him to disturb the silence and ruin the moment with words, but he said nothing.
Slowly, I released the tension in my body. My cock slipped out of him, and I felt his butt twitch as he clenched around my seed inside as though unwilling to let it go. With a soft sigh, I settled against him, burying my face into the back of his neck.
If only we could stay like this forever.