Chapter 13 Ilya #2
“You meant that I was teasing you,” I say, keeping my voice light. “Which is true. I am teasing. I like seeing you aroused like this.” I grip his cock and give it a firm stroke.
“I…” He shudders. “I like you touching me like this. Even if you are teasing me.”
“I like it too,” I say, which isn’t even a surprise at this point. I am hard, and I am enjoying myself, even if this is “foreplay.”
It was boring before, because it wasn’t with Micah.
I never cared about bringing my partner pleasure. Not the women in Russia, and not the few men I met with here. I made them come only so there would be no complaints.
But I think if all I do tonight is bring Micah to orgasm, I wouldn’t even care.
I get closer to his cock again and let it brush along my beard.
Micah jolts, and he lifts his head like he’s trying to see me through the sleep mask. He lets out another needy sound, and I do it again.
I drive him higher and higher, needier and needier, until I’m the one who wants to plead for more.
I pull back, shedding my pants and underwear without a second thought.
“Ilya?” he asks.
“One second,” I say, my voice rough with arousal. I grab the lube, then spread Micah’s legs wide. “Nice and open for me, Mishka. Show me your pretty hole.”
He obediently keeps his legs open, lifting his ass so I can get a better look at his hole. It’s small and pink, and it’s incredible to think that he’s taken my cock before. I push against the sensitive skin.
Only when he moans and thrusts his hips up again invitingly do I drizzle lube on my fingers and circle that hole, starting to push inside of him with my finger.
I’m astounded again by how warm he is inside. His body swallows up my finger, and I get it as deep as I can until I can push against his prostate.
He bucks against me. “Ilya!” he cries out, his voice increasingly desperate as I start to massage it. “Please, please, please.”
“Please take it out?” I joke as I draw my finger out entirely. I add more lube to my fingers and push against his hole again.
“No!” Micah says quickly. “I mean, unless you’re ready to fuck me?” His voice lilts in a blatant plea.
I chuckle and push two fingers inside. “No. I think you aren’t loose enough yet.”
“I’m loose enough,” he hurries to assure me, but I’m not ready to end this game yet.
I start to shallowly finger-fuck him, taking my time before rubbing against his prostate again.
His cock is hard and dripping pre-cum, and the desperation in his voice is almost enough to make me concede.
I stop moving my fingers, enjoying the sensation of Micah’s hole tightening around them. Soon, that will be my cock.
I use my other hand to massage his balls gently. Micah cries out and rises up on the bed, only to be stopped by the ropes.
“Ilya, please, I can’t… I’m going to…”
He’s so close. I kiss the tip of his cock. “You will come on my cock. While I’m fucking you. So you can hold out a bit longer, yes?”
“N-no,” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can. I’m too… too close.”
I consider pushing anyway. I want to see him come undone for me, and does it make a difference if it’s on my hand or my cock?
But I can also imagine his disappointment if he fails.
I don’t want to set him up for failure.
I release his balls and pull my fingers out. Micah shudders and sags into the bed. I wipe my hands on the sheets, then open the condom wrapper.
My hand is unsteady as I roll the condom on.
Unsteady from arousal, now, instead of repressed rage.
I quickly lube myself up, then get into position. “You are close? You can come as soon as I’m inside you, Mishka.”
He breathes out a sound of relief, and he nods quickly. “Okay. I… Okay.” He lets out a nervous-sounding laugh. “Can that be now, please?”
“Yes,” I say as I thrust into him.
I don’t know why it surprises me that his reaction is instantaneous. He wails, his hips jerking, as he comes. I feel the heat of his release against my skin, and he thrashes in the bonds as I start to fuck him.
If I’d been younger, it might have been enough to send me over the edge, the way he tightens and squeezes and writhes for me. I watch his face throughout it all, my own body so warm now that I must be as red as he is.
When his orgasm ends and his cock begins to soften, I reach forward to push the mask off his eyes.
He blinks up at me, his eyes dazed.
“Should I pull out?” I ask, unsure about the etiquette. He must be oversensitive now.
“No!” he says immediately, shaking his head. “Please don’t. Please, I want…” He huffs out a breathless sound that I realize is a laugh. “Fuck me?” he pleads.
He laughed for me.
He’s smiling for me.
I nod, returning the smile, and push into him again. I want to go slow, but my own balls are tight and need coils at the pit of my belly. It only takes a few more thrusts before my orgasm overtakes me, and I come inside him.
No, into the condom.
But I want to take him bare.
Another thing that requires far too much trust.
I ride out my orgasm, Micah tightening his hole for me. It’s so good, and so perfect, and it washes away the worst of the day.
It’s only when I’m starting to come down, when my cock has softened too much to remain inside of him, that I look back at his face.
There’s only bliss there, no lingering traces of fear or apprehension.
I pull out, gripping the condom so I don’t spill anything over Micah. “You wait here, Mishka,” I say. “I’ll grab towel for us.” The towel? A towel? Whatever. I don’t care about correct grammar right now.
Nodding, Micah rests back against the bed, his eyes drifting closed.
I hurry to the bathroom so I can dampen a washcloth to clean him up with. When I return, he’s languid and relaxed, and he opens his eyes to watch me as I carefully wipe away the remnants of his own cum from our bodies.
“You were good,” I tell Micah. “I needed that, but I didn’t know I needed it.”
I didn’t realize that making somebody else feel good could give me such inner peace. I know it won’t last, but for tonight? I’ll take it.
“I needed it too,” he responds softly as I untie him from the bed. He stretches out, his face and chest still flushed red. “Thank you, Ilya.”
“Thank you, Mishka,” I answer.
I’d wanted to claim him the moment I laid eyes on him.
Now, I know he deserves better than me.
But I won’t let go.
Anyone who comes between us will get to know my gloved fist.