CHAPTER FORTY
O skar
I shift in Dmitri’s lap, and he makes a small noise of protest, pulling me closer against his chest, eliminating any space between us. When our faces align, Dmitri knows just how to apply the right suction, just how to make every nerve ending in my body sing with joy that we are together.
“Maybe we should move to the bed,” he suggests softly.
“Okay.” I grin. “I like that idea.”
Dmitri lifts me up like I weigh nothing, ignoring my protests that I can walk perfectly fine.
“Bragging, huh?” he teases.
I giggle happily, and he tosses me onto the bed, then lunges himself beside me. The mattress bounces, a pillow falls off.
Dmitri is unconcerned, focused on me.
I laugh as he tosses me onto the mattress before landing beside me. The bed bounces and a pillow tumbles to the floor, but Dmitri only has eyes for me. His gaze is intense but nervous as he reaches for the nightstand drawer.
“So...” he hesitates.
“Dmitri?”
“If you want, we could do it the other way.”
For a moment, well, more than one moment, I’m just frowning at him, bemused.
But then I get it.
I take the condom. “You want me to...”
He nods. “If you want. Only if you want.”
“But what if I’m not good at it? I might hurt you.”
“I play hockey, Oskar. I’m used to things hurting.”
“You’ll be inside me. That sounds pretty amazing. I have a lot of fun doing it the other way. I want you to experience it too.”
I stare at the condom. I didn’t think I would be entering Dmitri. He’s... Well, I just didn’t think it would happen.
“I want to see all of you,” I tell him.
“Is yours,” he says simply.
Shit. My pulse thunders.
Dmitri reaches down and pulls off his sweatpants. He flays his legs as he tries to kick off the rest. His ass is exposed, round and firm and muscular.
I run my hands over the firm muscles of his ass, exploring this new territory. The room feels twenty degrees warmer. When I spread him open, revealing that intimate place no one else has touched, my breath catches.
“Touch me,” he urges. “I want to feel you.”
I slick my fingers and circle his entrance, remembering how incredible it felt when he did this to me. When I press inside, he’s impossibly hot.
Somehow none of my fantasies were about this, but it’s amazing. I’m seeing Dmitri’s most hidden part of his body. I run my finger down his crease. He writhes below me, obviously not too dismayed by this action.
“Touch it,” he says. “I want your finger...there.”
I squirt some lube on my hand, then rub against the puckered rosebud, remembering how good it felt when he did the same to me.
Then I venture into his hole. “It’s hot.”
“That makes sense,” he says, amusement rippling in his voice. “I’m hot.”
I want him to be amused. I want him to be distracted.
Though ideally he’ll be distracted by the sensation of having a cock in his ass, and not by some spectacular failure. But my hand trembles slightly and he notices, turning to look at me.
“You nervous, baby?”
“You nervous, baby?”
I give a miserable nod.
He scoots up. Then takes the lube and condom.
Right.
I failed. I missed my chance. I didn’t give Dmitri what he needed, what he wanted.
Dmitri tears open the condom wrapper, and I prepare for him to put it on his cock.
He doesn’t.
He takes my flagging cock and strokes it multiple times until it’s pulsing in my hand. Then he slides the condom down, moving the latex down my cock. He takes the bottle of lube then squirts some on his hand, then rubs it on my cock. The latex crinkles.
“Is so big,” he murmurs appreciatively, adding more lube.
“I was reading about this, and...”
My eyebrows jolt up. “You were reading?”
He elbows me. “I know how to read! Just funny characters in English. Not very many of them.”
“We have extra letters in Sweden,” I say.
“Very sensible,” Dmitri says.
I giggle.
Troy is right. Sometimes Dmitri’s English makes him sound like he stepped out of a Regency novel.
I giggle. Then the reality of what we’re about to do hits me. I run gentle hands over his muscled back. “I’ll go slow.”
“Yes,” he says, more serious now. “And don’t worry about being perfect. Is first time.”
“I might not last very long,” I warn him.
“Good,” he says happily, settling into position, like he’s doing some obscene yoga position. “You’re not supposed to be happy about that!”
He eyes me. “Is sexy if you come at once. Sort of um, flattering. And if you don’t, also sexy.”
“Oh.”
“Is what they call win-win,” he explains. “Not a hockey thing. And after it’s over, Oskar, I’ll fuck you really hard.”
My heart thrums, and heat swirls inside me. I blink multiple times.
“Right.” I move into position behind him.
I stretch my hands around his hips, so I grab his cock. It jerks in my hand, and from the startled, happy sound Dmitri makes, he didn’t expect me to pay any attention to it.
My cock glistens from the lube, but I take my time stretching Dmitri’s hole. I remember what felt good when he did it to me.
I stare at the hole, then I kiss his cheek, sucking his skin into my mouth.
“Gug...” Dmitri sputters.
I continue stroking my hand over his cock. This is the same angle I would use when touching myself, and I move my fingers over his shaft and twist under his head, just like I would to myself. Pre-cum spills from his cock, and a salty scent that wasn’t in the room before wafts around my nostrils.
God. Is this my last night here? And tomorrow night I’ll be back in my apartment with my childhood bear to keep me company?
I don’t want to think about it.
No way.
Because that might involve tears, and I’m totally not going to do that. People get teased for crying after seeing sex on TV shows. No way am I going to cry before sex.
I kiss Dmitri’s bottom again, sucking on his skin. I move closer to his hole. My cock is harder now, and before I know it, I’ve buried my face inside his crease. The musky scent isn’t unappealing. I kiss inside his cheeks, venturing to a place I know other people venture but which I’ve always been somewhat skeptical of.
I’m not skeptical any longer. Dmitri moans beneath me, and I go ahead and lick his puckered hole.
It’s good. It’s so good.
My cock hardens, and I bury my face between his cheeks, continuing to lick his hole.
His breaths sputter unevenly, growing louder and more frantic. I massage his cheeks with his hands, gripping hold of the firm globes, and move my tongue into his hole.
God, I want to be inside him.
I want to be inside him in every way.
I want our bodies to be joined.
I raise my head up. My cock jerks; I’m harder than I’ve ever been. I run my fingers along my cock once more, ascertaining that I’m still slicked up for him. I delve my fingers into his hole, spreading him open.
“Oskar...” Dmitri says, and that’s my cue.
I place my cock against his hole. I inhale.
Dmitri has already taken my anal virginity, but this, I’ve never done.
Then I slide in.
It’s amazing.
Of course it’s amazing.
Everyone says it’s amazing.
Dmitri might be experienced, but I’m doing something with him that he’s never done before. His body tenses.
“Are you okay? Was it too fast?”
He chuckles, but his voice sounds strangled, as if he’s really struggling.
“Keep on going.”
I hesitate, unsure.
Then Dmitri reaches behind himself, clutches hold of my cock and starts to slide up against.
“You want it in you?” My voice is soft.
“Of course. It’s you.”
And then I push deeper inside him, into a tight, hot world that is all new to me. His channel is smooth, and it grips my cock in a new, unfamiliar way.
I smooth my hands over Dmitri’s body, because there’s no way I can be satisfied with just my cock inside him. I want to be as close to him as I possibly can. Because I am not just creating a glorious, oh-my-God evening with him, I am creating memories to sustain me.
His body is slick with sweat. It glistens, as if he needed anything else to make the muscular planes of his body look anymore stunning.
He lets out a gasp.
“Was that okay?”
“That was...” He halts, as if struggling to speak. Guilt moves through me. Maybe I didn’t stretch him enough. Maybe I was hasty, too eager, too excited—
“Do it again,” he orders.
I move out, until my cock is almost out, then I slide into him again.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Like that.”
I do it again.
And again.
I’m thrusting, I’m having sex, and Dmitri is moaning beneath me. His muscles writhe below me. Even with his back turned he’s the most beautiful person in the world.
Happiness darts through me, and I forget all the sadness. The world only consists of me and Dmitri and the pants and moans and incredible tension squeezing my cock.
Then Dmitri squeezes around me, and I explode. My body flails, and a few moments after, Dmitri’s body pulses in such a manner that I’m pretty sure that he’s exploding too. Dmitri collapses onto the mattress, taking me down with him, then he wriggles away.
“Is wet. Very, very wet.”
I kiss the back of his neck. “I guess I should, um, move.”
“Do you think they’ll believe we’re married if we show up joined together in the immigration office tomorrow?”
I give a weak laugh. “Now, I really don’t want to pull out.”
“You liked being inside me?”
“Was pretty amazing.”
He nods in the direction of his pillow. “Is why I wanted you to have the experience.” He hesitates. “I wanted to feel you inside me.”
I swallow hard.
My cock is spent, shrinking inside my condom. It looks indecent.
I grab the condom edge and make sure it’s tight around my not-so-very-thick-anymore cock and pull out.
Dmitri groans.
“Did it hurt you?”
He springs around, and his eyes glitter. “I miss you already.”
“Maybe you’ll get to stay,” I say.
He nods, but I have the vague sense he’s saying that to comfort me. God, they’re going to send him away. We just got together, and he’s going to be sent to the other side of the world and not even be allowed to enter this country.
He watches me and extends his arm out.
I tumble into at once, then curl around his chest and legs, my heart thumping wildly. I wrap myself around him as tightly as I can, so I feel each breath he inhales and exhales, like he’s my raft in the middle of the ocean, and I’m floating on him.
His arm shifts, then his hand moves to my head. He plays with my locks.
“We should think about nicer things,” he says.
“Any suggestions?”
“Hmm...” His grin turns wicked. “Like what position I should fuck you in?”