Chapter 21 #2
“Are you mine?” he rasps, voice low and ragged against my ear as the car rolls past. If they’d looked hard enough, they’d see us leaning against this tree, sweaty and flushed, faces slack with Dmitri’s hand buried in my pants, both of us teetering on the brink of madness.
The thought of being caught sends a dark thrill through me, twisting low in my gut and making my skin flush hotter.
Why does that turn me on so much? The risk, the exposure?
The idea that someone could see how completely he owns me right now?
“Yes,” I gasp, thrusting harder against his palm, the slick friction driving me wild.
“Say it, Eric. Say you belong to me. Tell me you’re mine—that those pieces of yourself you give away on that stage are only for me. No one else.” His desperation cracks open something inside me, every muscle tensing as release tingles down my spine. “Say it!”
The way he begs will be my undoing. In that moment, I know I’ll never deny him anything.
Never again.
“They’re yours, Dmitri. I'm yours.”
“All of you?” he demands. “Everything?” He pumps me with one hand while he shoves at my jeans with the other, pushing them low enough on my hips to expose the head of my cock
“Every… every… fuck, everything,” I agree breathlessly. “Yours, all yours. Fuck, I’m—”
His hand moves to my balls again as he falls to his knees, lips circling my exposed head.
My hips arch as I bite my lip, trying to contain my moans as I come.
Hot spurts shoot into his waiting mouth as my cock pounds, trapped between my jeans and my stomach.
His lips seal around me as his tongue laps at my release, and he doesn’t let go until I slump against the tree.
He stands, eyes dark as he runs the back of his hand over his mouth. After I ground myself with a few panting breaths, I glance both directions and find the street is still empty. I kneel in front of him and yank his pants down just enough to expose him.
“Fuck, Eric…” he argues. “Baby, wait. I’m sweaty.”
“Don’t care,” I mutter, wrapping my fingers around him and giving him a few strokes. I glance up at him with a teasing grin on my face. “What’s a little extra seasoning between friends?”
“Friends?” he demands, eyes wild.
My smile spreads as I inch closer, and his eyes never stray from the sight of me on my knees before him. “Well, maybe a little more than friends,” I tease as my tongue flicks out across his slit. “Maybe a lot more.”
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling back in their sockets before refocusing on me with raw hunger. He gives a slow, deliberate thrust forward. “I’m already close. It won’t take much.”
“Good,” I rasp around him. “I want to see you lose control.”
My lips surround his cock again as I grab the backs of his thighs, pulling him deeper. His palms slam against the tree as he pitches forward, rocking his hips in shallow, needy thrusts. My tongue slides along his length as I bob, and I cough and sputter when he bumps the back of my throat.
“Sorry,” he gasps, trying to pull out, but I grip his legs and tug him forward again. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts. Another blast of precum splashes on my tongue, and he thrusts faster.
Distant headlights sweep past, but his eyes stay locked on mine as his body goes rigid with the edge of release. I’m entranced by the heady flavor of him flooding my mouth and the velvet slide between my lips.
Nothing compares to this… to him losing himself in me.
Because of me.
He looks at me like I’m the only thing anchoring him in the universe, like he's floating without gravity just like me.
As I hollow my cheeks and suck with all my might, his whimpers grow louder. The passing headlights paint a kaleidoscope of shadows across his stunning face as he falls apart. He swells in my mouth, grunting, “Shit, I’m coming, baby.”
He tries to pull away again, but I lock him in place.
He moans loudly as he slams his hips forward, and the first salty blast of his release hits my tongue.
Streams of cum flood into my mouth, and I swallow what I can, but the rest seeps from my lips and drips down my chin.
It’s more than I expected and heady. Undeniably him.
As the pulses gradually subside, I clean him with slow, gentle swipes of my lips and tongue, savoring the last salty traces of him until he’s soft and spent against my mouth.
Satisfied, I rise to my feet and drag his mouth to mine.
For a few tranquil minutes, we kiss like we have all the time in the world, but eventually, the real world calls.
Dmitri sighs, resting his forehead against mine, the faint scent of sweat and sex clinging to him. “We probably need to get back.”
“Yeah, probably,” I whisper, pulling him in for one more kiss.
We finally separate, walking hand-in-hand until the bus comes into sight.
Guilt flickers sharp in my chest as I slide my hand from his, but his smile is understanding.
He lets me shower first, and by the time he’s cleaned up, we’re both drained.
My body is heavy with exhaustion, my skin still flushed and sensitive, and my muscles ache in the best way.
Wishing I could crawl into bed with him, tangle our limbs and breathe him in all night, I do the next best thing and climb into my bunk above his.
I’m staring at the ceiling, mind still buzzing with the feel of him, when my privacy curtain ripples.
Dmitri’s head pops up, hair damp and messy, eyes warm and tired in the low light.
Without a word, I lean forward, meeting his lips in a silent, secret goodnight kiss.
It’s soft and sweet, lingering just long enough to paste a stupid, contented smile on my face as I drift to sleep.