“I like you touching me.”
“Why?”
“It makes me want you.”
“You did not want me before?”
Another shudder passed through Jonah. “Stop talking in circles. You know you make my dick hard.”
“I know nothing.”
“Liar. You’ve had my cock in your mouth.”
Jonah had a way of speaking filth that made Sacha’s head spin, ridding him of the migraine he’d been fighting all evening. It was magic, or it would’ve been if Sacha had believed in such things. But he didn’t. He believed in science, and the biological reaction his body had to Jonah. In the pulsing heat sluicing through his blood, and the slight shake of his hands as he turned Jonah again and pressed his lips to the nape of his neck.
It wasn’t magic, it was inevitable.
Sacha trailed his lips down Jonah’s spine, gripping Jonah’s hip, pinning him in place as long as Jonah wanted him to. And then it occurred to him that his conclusion on their earlier struggle had been wrong. Or at least, biased. Sacha hadn’t won just because he wanted to,Jonahhad wanted it too. He’d wanted Sacha, with his bruising grip and biting kiss. His rough touch. His teeth.
His cock.
More heat flooded Sacha. He undid Jonah’s suit trousers and shoved them down his hips, taking Jonah’s underwear along for the ride.
Jonah was hard, his dick jutting out, straight and long. Sacha wanted him in his mouth again, but more than that, he ached to be inside him, and his characteristic patience deserted him. He’d tease Jonah later. Perhaps. Maybe. If they did this again. But if they were only doing it once, Sacha couldn’t wait. He wanted him now.
He pushed Jonah onto the bed and unbuttoned his own trousers while Jonah stretched across the bed to the bedside table. Lube and condoms appeared within Sacha’s reach. His pulse kicked up a gear. He freed his dick and laid a hand on Jonah’s back, drawing him closer.
“Wait,” Jonah said.
Sacha stilled. “What is it? You want to stop?”
“No. I want to feel you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your clothes, Ivanov. Take them off.”
A slow smile curled Sacha’s lips. “You want me naked?”
“Of course I do. I can’t remember everything from last time we did this, but I remember how you felt, and I want that again.”
It was probably the sweetest thing anyone—man or woman—had ever said to Sacha. And he recalled Jonah’s earnest desire to see him that night too, and the fleeting fear in his gaze when Sacha had kept him waiting. For whatever reason, Sacha fucking him with most of his clothes still on dampened his smile, and Sacha wasn’t here for that.
Give him what he wants.If only everything in life was so easy.
Sacha shed his clothes, taking care to toss his shirt where Jonah could see it. Then he crawled onto the bed behind him and melded their bodies together again, his cock finding home in Jonah’s crease as if they’d been born to fit together this way. “Better?”
Jonah let out a low hum and dropped his head. “Much. Sorry, I—”
“Shh. You can have what you want. Always. I am just bossy.”
“I like that.”
“I know. Is why I do it. Not to keep you quiet.”
“You told me to be quiet last time.”
“Yes, and you asked me to take my clothes off, so we both get what we want, no?”
