Chapter 19
Eric
We leave the fair after swinging that sledgehammer until neither of us can hold it up anymore. There’s a boner joke in there somewhere, but neither of us cash in on it. Both of us are too eager to divvy up the winnings.
“You’re sure you didn’t let me win?” I ask again, narrowing my eyes at Dmitri.
He smiles in the driver's seat, and his dimple digs into his cheek. His profile is silhouetted by the streetlights, and I trace the shape of his face with my eyes while he’s distracted by the road.
He’s just... beautiful, in a way I never realized a guy could be until him.
It goes beyond noticing he’s handsome. Any guy can acknowledge another is good-looking. I’m certainly confident enough in my masculinity to know when a guy is more attractive than me.
This is different.
It stops you in your tracks and makes you do a double-take, then a triple-take. The type of gorgeous that causes a physical ache.
It’s in the way his smile makes you feel lighter, and the way his dark eyes let you know you’re seen. The perfectly symmetrical planes of his face, and the rough scatter of dark stubble that’s always there, no matter how often he shaves.
There’s hardly a word that captures him better.
“Why would you think that?” he asks, voice low and amused.
I blink, realizing I’ve been staring so long I forgot the damn question. “Way to not answer. So, you did let me win, then?”
He turns, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah. Have you looked in the mirror recently, man? Your upper arms are the size of my thighs.”
“Oh please,” I shoot back, trying to hide my grin. “Your thighs aren’t that big.”
Three… two… one.
The words hit their mark. His mouth drops open before he whips around, gawking at me like I just insulted his entire bloodline. “You motherfucker!” His hand shoots over, and I yelp out a laugh as he dives under my shirt, fingers finding that ticklish spot on my side like he’s got a map.
My laughter explodes into loud, uncontrolled, hyena-level cackles. Even Dmitri can’t keep a straight face. His shoulders shake as he tries to look stern while his fingers dance mercilessly across my ribs. We hit the ridged edge of the road and I squeal his name as the vibrations rattle the truck.
“St-st-stop!” I shout, flailing around like there's anywhere to escape.
He keeps one eye on the road as he tickles me again. “You better apologize.”
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry… that you skipped too many leg days!” My words turn into a squeal as he doubles down, and tears blur my vision as my sides split from the laughter.
“You’re going to wreck us!” I shout as we hit the grooves again.
“Gonna wreck you,” he mutters.
A flare of heat courses through my body as he grins, knowing his words hit their target. He drags his hand back into his lap, and I already miss his touch.
“I should make you apologize for real,” he teases, glancing over and flicking his gaze to my lap. His fingers slide over my thigh, teasing over my shorts and inching closer. All that pooled heat spreads, and I groan as my cock bucks. Dmitri notices, and pulls his hand back with a devilish grin.
My voice is breathy and obviously affected, but I don’t stop taunting him. “I don't know what you're implying. That was a very sincere apology.”
He grins and drags his hand over his mouth. “Maybe your next one should be on your knees.”
Oh, fuck me.
The authority in his tone leaves me lightheaded.
Then that damn hand returns in teasing swipes and slow circles, inching closer until he finally brushes my cock.
My legs spread on instinct, giving him more room as a low curse rips from my throat.
But he just teases, never fully touching, and by the time we pull into my apartment lot, I’m a gasping, shaking wreck.
He slams the truck into park and barely unbuckles before I’m on him. My lips crash into his with zero finesse, groaning as I straddle his thigh and rut against him like an animal in heat. He fists my shirt, yanking me fully into his lap.
In hindsight, the cramped cab of his truck was never built for two big guys trying to climb each other like this.
But right now?
Neither of us gives a damn.
My head slams against the roof with a dull thunk, and I pitch forward. Before I can catch my balance, my ass hits the steering wheel, and the horn blares loud enough to wake the dead.
We both freeze, hearts hammering, waiting for the next disaster.
Nothing.
Dmitri grins, face so close I can only focus on one eye at a time. “You’re gonna wake the neighborhood with all that junk in the trunk.”
I groan, dropping my forehead onto his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Hey, do you know what we call that party trick around here?” I give him a dry look as he beams at me, all teeth and shameless pride. “A ba-donk-a-honk.”
A laugh huffs from between my lips before I can stop it. “That's it. I didn't think I had hard limits, but you hit them,” I say as I try to climb off him and reach for the door.
He laughs and holds me in place as he grips my ass and gives it a rough shake. “Not my fault you've been taunting me with this all night.”
“Unreal,” I mutter, but settle back into his lap as his fingers dig in deeper. The teasing turns focused as he kneads the muscle, exploring closer to the center with slow, deliberate pressure. My cock presses hard against his stomach as he brushes my rim.
Raspy and low, he whispers against my ear, “Should we get inside?”
“Definitely,” I agree breathlessly.
Another swipe of his fingers makes my hips buck, and I’m so hard the zipper of my shorts feels like it might give up the fight. Lust rolls through me in wild, unstoppable waves, my skin buzzes, and my thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm.
We scramble out of the truck like horny teenagers who just got caught, half-stumbling, half-laughing, and thank fuck the parking lot’s deserted because the tent in my pants could house a family of four.
Honestly? Kind of impressive. I should get that thing its own zip code.
I fumble with the keys, and Dmitri’s wandering hands make it impossible to focus. He doesn’t give a damn who might see—he presses in behind me, chest flush against my back, one palm sliding up the length of my cock through the denim with slow, deliberate pressure.
I nearly drop the keys entirely.
It takes three pathetic attempts to line up the key with the lock, my breath coming in short, desperate bursts while his fingers keep teasing. We stumble inside and close ourselves away.
“Shorts off,” he commands, not giving me a chance to move before he unbuttons them. He shoves them and my boxer briefs down in a single push, letting the fabric pool at my ankles. My cock juts from my body, darker and redder than my tanned skin, with a strand of precum dangling from the tip.
Hunger flares in his eyes as he stares. “Turn around.”
There’s no time to obey as he grabs my arms and spins me in one swift, possessive motion.
He pushes on my back, bending me over until the couch digs into my ribs.
The way he manhandles me and the sheer strength in his hands only turns me on more.
I love the command in every touch, the way he takes control without asking, like he already knows exactly what I need.
Fabric rustles as he sheds his pants, then he’s against me, with his cock sliding hot and heavy between my cheeks. I’ve done my homework… hours of “research” in the form of good old-fashioned porn, so logically, I know my virgin ass can take him with enough prep.
That being said…
He’s fucking huge.
Another slow arc of his hips grinds him against me, the friction delicious and terrifying all at once.
He leans forward and bites my shoulder, and the dull, sharp pain arches my back and makes me gasp. Always perceptive, Dmitri catches the sudden tension in my body.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, warm breath tickling my skin as his tongue traces soothing patterns down my back. “I promise I’m not pressuring you. Remember, you call the shots, and you’re not ready for that. Just relax for me, okay? Let me make you feel good.”
He drops to his knees behind me, lips and tongue continuing their slow, reverent descent along my spine. Teeth sink into flesh, and my gasp mingles with his words.
“God, this ass. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve dreamed of how you taste.”
“You dream of my ass?” It’s supposed to be teasing, but it comes out breathless.
Apparently, needy is my default setting now.
“Mmm, I do. Every. Single. Night.” He nips at me between each word, teeth delivering tiny, perfect stings that make my skin tingle and my breath hitch. “Biting it.” His tongue drags across my hole in patient, deliberate laps, warm and wet and relentless. “Tasting it.”
His hands grip my cheeks and spread me wide, exposing me completely.
Deep down, it registers that I should feel self-conscious being vulnerable and spread open like this, but the low, hungry noises rumbling from his throat and the way he laps at me like I’m his favorite meal tell me he’s loving this just as much as I am.
Maybe more.
A long, sensual lick has me flexing forward, cock sliding against the couch and the friction makes my toes curl.
Okay, maybe not more.
He twists his head and gently draws on the skin of one cheek, sucking lightly before switching to the other. I whimper, instinctively pushing back against him, and the vibrations of his chuckle travel up my spine like electricity.
“Impatient, huh?” he murmurs. “I take it you like that?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he licks around my entrance again, using his hands to spread me even wider.
When he probes me with his tongue, my cock bucks hard, a fresh surge of precum dripping down my shaft.
He pushes and twists until he breaches me, and I’m quivering, every nerve alight with the need for more.