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Running my hands up his back, I let my fingers dive into his hair, twisting in the longest part of it. As soon as he tipped his head back, I kissed his throat and nipped the side of his neck.
“I don’t know, but you’re making me fucking crazy,” I growled, pushing his head back toward my mouth and reclaiming his lips. My cock strained beneath him, as desperate as I was for release.
“I hope that means ‘bedroom now’ in Russian.” Breathing hard, his gaze practically melted me to my core.
Grabbing his ass again, I kept ahold of him as I stood swiftly. He wrapped his legs around my waist and kissed me as I carried him across the living room. More or less slamming him against the bedroom door, I kissed him back while he groped behind him for the door handle. As soon as he found it, the door swung open. It was only a few more steps before we crashed onto the bed.
I peeled my t-shirt off while he undid the front of my jeans and pushed them down, stopping only to yank the holster off my belt. He rolled his eyes and dropped the gun on the floor, ripping my pants off the rest of the way.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were compensating,” he murmured, his fingertips inching down the trail of dark hair from my naval to my groin.
“Good thing you know better.” I held the back of his head and punished his sarcasm with a bruising kiss as he dragged his fingers along the length of my cock teasingly.
Breaking apart, he smiled against my lips. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over this.”
“What?”
“How amazing you are.” He fisted my cock and gave it a few lazy strokes, glancing between his hand and my eyes.
I groaned and leaned forward, kissing him as deeply as I could. He let go of me briefly, slipping out of his jeans and kicking them off. As soon as his dick sprang free, it rubbed against mine, sending a rush of warmth through me.
“Fuck.” Rolling my hips against his, I pressed my palm against his chest. His muscles flexed beneath it, but I was more mesmerized by the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat. Replacing my hand with my lips, I kissed his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples on my way down.
He gasped and ran his hands through my hair, his back arching. Before he got too comfortable, I took his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head while sliding my hand up and down his length.
“Thisis amazing,” I murmured, licking the pre-cum off the tip. “And these.” I dropped down further, dragging my tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock. “And this.” With the barest amount of pressure, I slipped my finger between his ass cheeks, tracing his hole. “I can’t wait to see what this is like.”
“Don’t tease me,” he panted.
“Or what?” I tossed back with a smirk before sucking as much of his cock into my mouth as possible.
He swore softly, his lids dropping as he watched me with rapt attention. Licking and sucking his cock lazily, I moved down to his balls, ignoring his whining and the occasional jerk of his hips. When my finger was coated with enough saliva from the blowjob, I drew circles around his hole again, pushing in carefully.
“Oh, God, yes.” He pressed back against my hand, taking more of my finger. Returning to his cock, I teased the head while working my finger in and out of his ass slowly, adding more saliva when necessary.
The noises he made were like music to my ears, swearing and groaning and occasionally my name. He may have been fascinated by me for whatever reason, but I was enraptured with him. I loved touching him, tasting him, making him feel pleasure after I’d inflicted so much pain. I couldn’t take any of that back, but I could give him this, if only for a moment.
Encouraged by the rocking of his hips and his fingers scraping along my scalp, I added a second finger. He swore again, breathing hard, but it didn’t take long for him to relax. Soon both fingers were all the way in, stroking him on the inside, while I continued to lick and suck his cock.
“Sasha?”
“Hmm?” I made sure to hum the acknowledgment around his dick, taking pride in the appreciative noise he made.
“Get my wallet.”
I furrowed my brows but did as he requested. He practically snatched it out of my hand and flipped through it, handing me a small blue rectangle. Not a condom — a sachet of lube.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
“What?” Did he really just ask me that? Did that mean he wanted to...? I swallowed thickly, buying time, trying to calm the irrational flutter in my chest.
“A condom. Unless, you don’t want—” Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. Strangely, it washisapprehension that silenced the dozens of questions streaming through my head. If it was what he wanted, I’d give it to him. I’d give him anything.
I reassured him with a soft kiss. “I want to.”
“Ok...” He didn’t seem all that convinced, but he nodded anyway.
I leaned over and opened the top drawer in the nightstand, grabbing one of the foil packets I kept around for those times when my hand just wouldn’t cut it. Tearing it open with my teeth, I tossed the package aside and rolled it on.
