Chapter 15 #2
He takes my mouth in a kiss that has me shifting until I’m over him, sliding my hardening dick along his silky smooth rod.
Precum—mine, his—slicks our cocks, making them slide easily against each other.
The tip of my cock catches on his and we both moan.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks as he rocks into me.
Every slide of our cocks becomes more frantic as we hump into each other.
But I need more. I want to sink into him, lose myself in his heat, his feel, his scent.
“I want you,” I grunt, then nip at the freckle that sits at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
His finger slides along the crease of my ass and his lips twitch while he shifts his hips, adding more friction and causing my breath to hitch. “You have me.”
My movements still, and I search his eyes for meaning. He holds my gaze. Pupils blown, his blue eyes are the color of the midnight sky. But I don’t ask for clarification and he doesn’t offer, as if we’re both afraid of what the other will say.
I kiss the crevice in his chin, giving it a gentle bite, his whiskers scraping my lips. Dropping my hand to his bottom, I squeeze it, and tease his hole with my thumb. “I want inside.”
“Yes.” He pushes his ass against my thumb, driving it deeper.
He’s so fucking sexy and all I can think about is filling him in every way possible.
As he fucks my thumb, I trail open-mouthed kisses down his torso, spending time to suck the spot just below his hip bone.
His cock slaps against his mostly flat stomach as I move to the inside of his thigh.
He smells of our earlier sex, but underneath that is the always present sweet honey scent.
Unable to resist, I lap up what I can of him, licking the crease of his thigh.
Above me, a low hiss of unintelligible words as I nuzzle his balls and inhale.
“Dmitri.” My name comes out between a breath and a moan, and he shifts his legs wider.
I place soft kisses on his ball sac, perineum, and tongue around the thumb he’s still grinding.
He lets out a sigh and cards his hand through my hair at the top of my head. “More.”
The rough scrape of the word, the neediness of it, hijack what little control I had. Scooping both hands under his ass, I haul him closer and dive in. The low groan and shudder egg me on, and I lap at and suck his hungry hole.
“More. More. More,” he chants as I massage his cheeks and pull them apart.
I point my tongue, and his hole readily opens to me.
His hips jut, his ball sac bumping my nose with every shift of them.
I could live in the musky scent of him down here, feasting on him until the end of time.
But my dick is so hard, it’s painful and getting as deep inside of him as possible is my new vocation in life.
Forget music, forget the violin. Between Ever’s legs, with the pinpricks of pain from his tugging my hair, the heat of his thighs surrounding me, and the husky moans and growly curses streaming from his gorgeous mouth is where I belong.
Pulling away from my feast, I wipe my mouth and take in the man beneath me. His glistening chest rises and falls in quick succession as he reaches for my hip, digging his fingers into my flesh. Like I’d go anywhere.
I grab the lube we used earlier from the nightstand and rip off a condom from the strip that lay next to the lube. I toss him the bottle and rip open the foil wrapper with my teeth. “Get yourself ready. This is going to be hard and fast.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He squirts a glob of lube onto his fingers and shoves two in with no finesse.
I hold the base of my cock to keep from coming as I watch with rapt attention. His movements are hurried and jerky, and there’s something about seeing him as desperate as I feel that settles me.
He rips his fingers from his ass, then shuffles onto his hands and knees. “Hurry.”
I chuckle, but do as he says and line up behind him. Without warning, I thrust into his slick hole, easily sliding past his breach and sinking deep, deep within him. His body takes me like I’m made for it, like it’s been waiting for this moment.
“Fuuuuck,” I growl, stopping only when I bottom out. Sweat slides down my temple and I have to close my eyes and count to ten for fear if I don’t, I’ll come instantly.
He wiggles his ass and I bite the inside of my cheek. Eleven, twelve, thirteen…
“You better start moving and do what you promised.” He looks over his shoulder and I lean over and capture his mouth, plunging my tongue into it with a rough and demanding kiss. He returns it with demands of his own, claiming me in a way I’ve never been before.
I rip my mouth from his, simultaneously pulling out almost completely, then slam back into him.
The headboard thunks against the wall with his grunt.
I pull out again, and this time, when I thrust into him, he rams into me.
The bed squeaks, our thighs slap together.
The squelch of sweat and lube is the background music to heavy breaths, low moans, and filthy talk.
Tingles erupt low in my spine and my grip on Ever’s hips tightens. “I’m close.”
He grunts, a squeak piercing the air as I hit his prostate again and again and again. His shoulder blades quiver and his arm is a blur as he pumps himself.
I want to bat him away and take his cock in my hand. Want to feel his hot cum shoot over my fingers so I can lick it off later, but I’m pounding into him so hard and so fast, I need to hold on with both hands to keep from toppling over.
A burning blazes low in my belly and my balls suck up into my body, but I want—no, need—to feel and see his orgasm from the inside out.
In a desperate move, I pull out, flip Ever over, shove his legs to his chest, and dive back into him.
Eyes as wild as I feel, he looks at me as I take his cock in my hand and jerk him.
It only takes three tugs, and he’s coming.
His back arching off the mattress and his ass clamping down, strangling my dick as ropes of hot sticky cum cover his chest and my hand.
Before the shakes and shivers of his aftershock have ended, I’m shouting his name.
I spill into the condom, and I have a vision of one day seeing my cum spill from his hole, and me licking it up as it runs down his thighs.
My body contracts and shudders with the power of my orgasm, and I collapse onto him.
His sweat and cum-slicked skin is warm and cozy, and I sigh, my muscles like putty. His dick twitches in my hand and I roll off him.
“I think I blacked out for a second there,” I say, trying to catch my breath while I stare at the wooden beam directly above us.
He rolls onto his side, slinging his leg over mine and draping his arm over my middle. A puff of breath hits my cheek with his soft chuckle. “I know I did.”
I turn my head, meeting his gaze, then raise my fingers to my mouth. Ever’s earthy saccharine flavor is my new favorite, and I close my eyes, savoring it as I lick my fingers clean.
The soft cock pressed against my thigh twitches and I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his mouth open slightly. “We better have more of that on our London itinerary.”
“Anything you want,” I say on a chuckle. Little does he know I mean so much more than sex.