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I pushed against his hips with mine and shifted my foot forward, getting him to back up. We kept going until we reached the bed and broke apart, gasping. My lips and chin already felt raw from his five o’clock shadow, but I didn’t care. I could spend hours kissing him and not care.
Grabbing his belt, I unbuckled it and shoved his pants down past his hips. They crashed to the floor with a heavy clunk and I glimpsed a gun on the carpet. Ignoring that, I pushed against his abdomen. He took the hint and sat, kicking off his shoes and pants while simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging out of all of the fabric on his upper body. Two more heavy thunks accompanied his clothes. Not one but three guns were now scattered on the floor.
In a matter of seconds, he was completely naked, reclining on his elbows. As much as I wanted to pounce on him, I forced myself to take a moment and look at him, really look at him, to marvel at the magnificence in front of me. The tattoos didn’t stop on his arms and torso, he had them on his legs too. I could have spent hours studying each of them, trying to decipher their meaning. And then there were his muscles…
“What are you looking at?” he asked, his voice tight.
“You. All of you.” The sudden desire for skin-on-skin contact was overwhelming. I pulled my shirt off and cast it aside. He sat up so quickly I thought he was going to run, but he didn’t. He grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me forward, pressing kisses to my abdomen.
Fumbling with my jeans, I finally managed to push them down. As soon as I did, Sasha yanked me onto his lap. We didn’t stay like that for long. He rolled quickly so he was laying on top of me, reclaiming my mouth with his.
I reached between us, gripping his dick and stroking him with long, slow movements. Moaning into my mouth, he deepened the kiss while his hand skimmed across my chest, down my stomach, and straight to my hard-on.
The roughness of his palm, the heat, the weight of his body against mine, it was just as good as the first time — no, better, because I was free to touch him,reallytouch him, in return. And I did. The hand that wasn’t stroking his cock was off exploring other areas; the silkiness of his hair, the tightness of his traps, the sculpted wave of his abs.
He explored me too, with his handsandhis mouth. Working down my throat to my chest, he caressed and kissed as he went, moving lower and lower until his breath swept over my dick and the inside of my thighs. He ran the tip of his finger down the V in my lower abs, still avoiding the one place I wanted his attention more than any other.
Pressing kisses along the inside of my thigh, his fingers continued tracing different muscles, dropping down to my balls for a bit. No matter how much I squirmed or tried to make contact with his hand, he kept avoiding it until I actually whined.
“Please,” I exhaled. “You’re killing me.”
“Please what?” He dragged the tip of his tongue along my thigh before biting it and sucking the sensitive skin.
I gasped before spitting out the answer. “Touch me. I want you to touch me.”
His hand gripped the base of my cock and his mouth came down on the crown. I don’t know what kind of noise I made, a groan or a sigh. Hell, probably both because it felt fucking fantastic.
His tongue swirled around the head, while he jerked the length of me. Watching him, his black hair and his tattooed hand moving up and down in tandem, was a thing of beauty, but I still wanted more.
“Sasha…” I ran my hand through the longer hair at the top of his head and tugged. He glanced up before pulling his mouth away, brows dipping. “I want to taste you.” When he quirked a brow at me, I smiled and tossed my head to the pillow behind me. “Come here.”
He crawled up my body slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. I still didn’t know why they called him the Wolf, but at that moment, with the way his pale eyes were locked on me, the moniker fit perfectly. Pausing only to kiss my lips roughly, he kept going. Once he was situated above my head, he lowered his torso and picked up where he left off.
Wrapping my arms around his thighs, I pulled myself up, licking the underside of his cock. A shiver rippled through him and I smiled to myself, swallowing as much of him as I could. His moan reverberated through my dick, spurring me on. It was the best kind of competition there was — who could out-do whom, who could make the other twitch or shudder, who would make the other lose it first.
Breathing hard, he popped off the end of my dick, swearing in Russian. “Roan…”
He was so close, I could see it, feel it. Squeezing his firm ass, I sucked harder. His hips jerked forward, shoving his cock further down the back of my throat. His head dropped to my leg, grunting something I didn’t understand. I ignored what was probably a warning and kept going. A second later, his cum coated the inside of my mouth.
As I swallowed the lot of it, his lips wrapped around my dick again. He sucked me hard and jerked even harder, like he was punishing me for “winning” our so-called race. Warm pressure built below my stomach; I wasn’t going to hold out much longer.
“Oh God, you’re going to make me come,” I said, thrusting into his hand and mouth.
Just like me, he ignored the warning. The orgasm ripped out of me and straight into his mouth, an act in and of itself that magnified the blissful haze I was floating in.
Struggling to catch my breath, I forced my eyes open when he climbed off of me. I thought he was leaving like last time, but he didn’t. He flipped positions so his head was up by mine and we were laying side by side, our forearms resting against one another. It was probably the closest thing to snuggling in his fucked up world, but it still made me smile.
He tucked his other arm behind his head and exhaled a deep breath, ending with a soft “Fuck.” Staring at the ceiling, his mouth pressed into a hard line. I didn’t have the foggiest idea what he was thinking about, if the swearing was meant for me, what we did, or the situation in general.
“Thank you,” I murmured, turning my face toward him and trying not to laugh. Apparently playing with fire was my new past time and I couldn’t get enough of it.
His gaze snapped to mine, flashing with irritation, but the slight curve to his mouth gave him away. I discovered the impossible — his armor had a chink in it. “What the fuck did I say about that?”
I shrugged innocently. “I guess I don’t listen.”
He snorted. “Yeah. No shit…”
I couldn’t help but laugh that time. Naturally, he didn’t. The annoyed look he sent my way made me laugh even harder.
