“Well, that's what it felt like.” Kon grinned. That grin softened as he stared at me. “Forget the blow job, baby. I want you to ride me.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“There's a bottle of lube in the bag.”
“Oh, someone was confident,” I teased as I fetched it.
“Hopeful,” he corrected.
“That's better.” I poured lubricant over his amazing erection and rubbed it in, taking the time to learn his contours and press my thumb up the base, following the line up the underside to the notch at the top. Nestling it beneath the rim of that gleaming head, I circled the tip, then slid up to nudge gently into the weeping eye. My cock ached at the mere thought of what would happen next—where this glorious piece of flesh would go.
Konstantin took my hand and moved it to my shaft. “Coat yourself too, Misha. I'm going to want to stroke that pretty dick of yours. In fact, bring it here first.”
“What?”
“Straddle my chest. I want to taste your cock.”
“You want to . . . all right.” I hurried to straddle him.
“Bring it to me, baby,” He said as he laid back. “Get right over my face and fuck my mouth.”
“What?” I gaped at him.
“You heard me.” Kon grabbed my ass and pulled me forward with it. “Give me that dick.”
I leaned over Konstantin's head, offering him my member, and he greedily sucked it inside him. With a cry of bliss, I let myself go, falling onto my hands above his head, and my body took over, pumping into his hot mouth. He tightened his lips around me and kneaded my ass, but what sent me over was when he slid a finger into my hole. Just a little poke, a tap that sent me jettisoning into climax.
My tiger growled as he drank me down, keeping a tight grip on my ass so I couldn't take it away from him, then sucked off my flesh with a triumphant cry. Wild-eyed, he shoved me down his body. “Get on my dick now, Misha! I need you! I need to be inside you this fucking instant!”
Limp in body and cock, I still found the strength to poise myself over his erection. Kon's words stirred my blood and revived my lust faster than it had ever been stirred before. As I sank onto his thick, wet tip, my shaft began to stir. Oh, Goddess, I was twitching down there, trying to pull him in. As anxious as he to get that flesh inside me. I needed this too. Craved it.
“So fucking beautiful,” Konstantin's voice went deep and rough. He licked his lips and gripped my hips. “Be careful, baby. Take it slow.”
“Fuck that. I'm tired of waiting.” I dropped my full weight upon him.
We cried out together, his hands clenching around my waist as mine went to his hard belly.
“Oh, Gods!” I shrieked, going into a full-body shudder.
Nothing could have prepared me for the ecstasy that surged through me. The King's steel phallus was cold and lifeless compared to Kon's silken flesh. And the King's cock? It was utterly forgettable. In fact, I had already forgotten how it felt inside me. All I knew was this fantastic fullness. Konstantin's cock drove into my body as if seeking to become a part of me, seducing my flesh into giving it the space it needed. Into allowing it deeper than anyone had gone before.
Anyone? Who was I kidding? there had only been Niko before Konstantin. And with that thought, I realized that this was the first time I was having sex with someone who wasn't Niko. Instead of feeling guilty, I felt liberated. I had done it. I had taken a lover. Kon's cock was inside me, defying the King, and the world hadn't ended.
No, life was just beginning.
“Oh, Misha, my beautiful swanling,” Konstantin murmured, his stare locked on my face. “Sing for me.”
“Sing?” I rotated my hips, churning that hot, pulsing length inside me, rubbing him against places of pleasure that I didn't know I had.
“Yes, sing.” His hand slid up my chest. “I've dreamed of two things, Misha. Making love to you and hearing you sing again. Give me them both, and I will worship you.”
Worship? Had anyone ever said such words to me before? No, not even close. To hear them again, I would give this man everything he asked for and more.
I began to slowly ride my tiger, moving to music that bloomed inside my head, and the song lifted from me as if it had been waiting inside my lungs for just this moment. Waiting for my Konstantin. It was my favorite love song,Una Furtiva Lagrina—The Secret Tear. So beautiful, the dramatic rise and fall of the notes, but of far greater import were the lyrics.
The song told the story of a love discovered. A man pining for a woman who, through a secret tear he spots in her eye, learns that she loves him back. He feels an explosion of joy. A glory so great that he could die and be at peace. That sacred moment when two hearts beat together. And this wasourmoment. Konstantin's and mine. Our joining of hearts and merging sighs. Our discovery of love. Our secret tear.
For the first time, I was singing the song with true emotion behind it, finally understanding what those words meant. And as I sang, tears rolled down my cheeks. And these weren't secret; I shed them openly.
