Chapter 10 #2
Our tongues tangle and I suck in his flavor of hazelnut and mint.
His palms travel over my shoulders to my chest and tweak my nipples, while every shift of his hips brushes our cocks against each other.
Each jut ignites an internal fire, the intensity so great, I fear I’ll combust. But I want more.
Electric sparks prick, skipping along my skin like a live wire.
With a mind of their own, my hands skim over every inch of him, but still, it’s not enough.
Fevered with want and need, like touching him is essential to my very existence, I take in every muscle, every dip, every divot, mapping his body.
Each discovery a new world of wonder, but still I want, I need more.
“C’mere.” Palms on his ass, I urge him forward until his knees are on either side of my head.
His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his hands swirl through my chest hair.
With reluctance, I remove one hand from the perfection that is Dmitri Fairchild’s ass, but I’m rewarded with the silky heat of his gorgeous cock as I wrap my fingers around it.
Thick and long, with a slight curve to the right, the tip glistens with precum.
He sucks in a breath. His fingers dig into my chest, and his thighs tighten near my head. I turn my head, inhaling, then press my lips to the hot inner thigh. The heady scent of musk and spice make my mouth water. Shifting his hips, he presses the tip of his cock to my lips. “Suck me.”
My body shudders with anticipation and I lick the droplets from his cockhead. An explosion of flavor bursts onto my tongue and I can’t hold back. Flattening my tongue, I lick him from base to tip, then swallow him whole.
“Holy— Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut, his jaw tight, nostrils flaring with every intake of breath, like he’s trying to center himself, but having a hell of a time doing so. His throat bobs. Once, twice, three times before his eyes open, pinning me with his gaze.
I smile around his dick. My lack of a gag reflex has benefits, and the wide-eyed wonder and blown pupils of Dmitri is one of those benefits.
Sucking in my cheeks, I create pressure as I bob my head, releasing him almost completely, then swallowing him down to the root. Release. Swallow. Release. Swallow.
Surrounded by the thighs I’ve ogled and spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about, I revel in every flex, twitch, and shudder as he tries to maintain some semblance of control.
But I don’t want his restraint. I want to suck the composure one needs to become a world-renowned musician out of him.
As if doing so will be some kind of proof that he’s as affected by this attraction, this connection, as I am.
Then, maybe, I won’t feel so untethered.
If we’re both unrestrained, we’ll be bound together in whatever this is.
No sooner does that thought pass through my brain and Dmitri shouts, “Fuck!”
His hips piston. Fast, hard, urgent. I grab his ass, holding him to me and open my throat, losing myself in the feel of him fucking my mouth. Using me in a way I haven’t been used, haven’t wanted to be used in—
“Nghhh. I’m gonna—” He jerks and trembles as hot streams hit the back of my throat. Wave after wave after creamy wave of cum shoots from him. I suck and swallow, trying to consume all of it but some dribbles from the corner of my mouth.
Wild for this man, I don’t give him time to bask in the afterglow and flip him onto his back, pressed deep in the couch cushions. Grabbing my jeans and yanking my wallet from the back pocket, I pull out a condom and lube. “Want to fuck you.”
Typically, I would have a brief conversation with a partner about preferences.
Being vers, fucking or being fucked doesn’t matter to me.
It’s all good. But there’s something primal in me that needs to be deep inside of him.
Like if I don’t get to see his expression as I sink into him, to feel his heat, to fill him, an essential part of me will be lost.
“Yes,” he pants. I rip open the foil with my teeth, cover my fingers in lube, and find his hole. “Yeeessss…” Eyes all pupils, he throws his head back, and his body sucks my finger in like it’s dying of thirst.
Pressing my lips to his throat, I kiss and bite, wanting to mark him. “Your hole is greedy for me.”
“Yessss.” The hole in question clamps down on my finger. His breaths heavy, he pants, “More.”
I slide another finger into him and claim his mouth. Claiming me right back, he grabs the back of my head and holds me to him, demanding more and more. And I willingly give him what he wants.
Dick painfully hard and ready to explode, I rip my mouth from the invasion, no matter how much I want to be conquered by him. “I need in you. Now.”
Instead of saying anything, he takes the foil package I dropped onto his stomach and rips it open, sliding the condom onto my sensitive cock with sure and steady fingers even as his body trembles at my slightest touch.
My fingers in his ass still, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the feel of his hands on me.
Honeybee, bumblebee, carpenter bee, apidae, habropoda laboriosa…
“Careful or I’ll come before I’m in you.” My voice is a rasp. All the blood in my body pooling in my dick.
He squeezes the rest of the lube onto my overly sensitive cock, slathering on with the most sexy, evil grin seizing his gorgeous face. “Then I’d rip off the condom and catch everything you have in my mouth.”
“Fuck.” I bat his hand away and his deep chuckle morphs into a low groan as I push into him.
Tight, hot, perfect. In unison, we exhale long, shuddering breaths.
Once I’m fully seated inside him, I pause, catching my breath and blinking back the white streaks of light behind my eyelids.
Dmitri spreads his legs wider, forcing my body to move. So I do.
His walls hug me, gripping my cock like they’ll never let go as I pump in and out of him.
Slowly at first, but within seconds, I’m pounding into him.
His blunt nails dig into my shoulders as encouraging, dirty words spill from his mouth.
Sparks of electricity, like millions of tiny lightning strikes, charge up my spine only to whiz back down and pool at the base.
His spent cock comes to life with every piston of my hips, and were my brain not glazed over with lust and everything that is Dmitri, I’d marvel at his quick recovery rate, considering our ages.
Gaze on where I’m entering him, I bite my lip so hard I taste metal, but it does nothing to slow my movements.
When he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping in rhythm with the thrust of my hips, holding out is impossible.
My fingers dig into his thighs, unable to quell the storm that ravages me, annihilating everything in existence as I topple from the highest altitude, flailing and thrashing until a blaze of brilliant lights detonate before my open eyes.
In a blinding daze of praises, curses, promises, and denouncements, I howl his name, twitching and stiffening.
Wrecked, I collapse onto the sweat-slicked planes of Dmitri’s chest. His spread legs wrap around my waist, holding me in place as he cards his fingers through my hair.
My gaze falls to the French doors that overlook the backyard and the gray skies that give the room a subdued feel with their muted light.
There have been a handful of moments in my life in which I experienced peace.
The first time I played Saint-Saens’ ‘The Swan’ from the Carnival of the Animals , when I decided to move back to Maplewood, and now.
“I’m playing at The Striped Maple Saturday night. Want to come?” My head rises and falls with the swell of his chest and I match my breathing to his.
His fingers slide from my hair to rest on my neck. “I’ll come anytime, anywhere you want. Just say the word.”
“Ass.” I pinch his side, and the vibration of his laughter rumbles through me.
He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll be there.”
“And tonight?” The words are out before I can stop them. Trevor would shake his head if he heard me asking a tourist to stay. Even if it is after the hottest sex I’ve had in forever.
Fingertips dance along my spine with the same grace and surety he has when making his violin sing. “What are you asking?”
“If you’d like to stay.” I don’t know how long his work on the album will keep him in Maplewood, but I hold my breath, waiting for the longest two seconds of my life for his answer.
A soft smile cascades over his mouth, and he trails his fingers through my hair. “I can’t think of anything I want to do more.”
Relief floods in a long exhale from me. I tip my chin up so he can claim my lips in a kiss that has my toes curling and my dick twitching.
I have a feeling I’ll never get enough of Dmitri Fairchild.