I nodded to the mattress. “I want you on your back. Let me see how well you prepped for me.”
“Not even a kiss first?”
So needy.
That was the part of him that affected me the most—this side of him which seemed out of character. Because how could I say no to a man like him begging me for my kiss? Sergei was no ordinary man, but he became one because he wanted me.
I traced the tattoo of my teeth marks on his neck, slipped my fingers into the hair at his nape, and guided his mouth to mine. I thought I was braced this time. After all, we’d kissed a few times already, but I was just as poleaxed the second his lips crushed against mine and his breath filled my mouth. His lips were demanding against mine, his neatly trimmed beard soft against my cheek.
I pulled back before I could drown in him, wanting to keep back a bit of myself that he couldn’t touch. He whimpered, stretching to kiss me again, but I turned my head so his lips grazed my cheek.
“Be good, dollface,” I whispered in his ear. “Get on the mattress for me. I want to take a good look at you.”
Sergei walked over to the bed, and my cock twitched, notjust at the sight of the tight swell of his glutes but his powerful, broad back. I could rest against that back when life got too much, and I knew he would let me.
For a brief second, regret knotted my stomach. A deep regret that we weren’t different people. That we had to meet the way we did.
Sergei climbed onto the mattress, grabbing a pillow to stuff under his hips as he spread his legs for me.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out, staring at his opened thighs, inviting me in. His hole was barely visible in the thatch of hair covering him, but I was grateful for that. If the little patch of pink skin I saw had my heart racing like that, seeing him shaved or waxed might have killed me.
His natural landscape worked well for him too. Somehow I couldn’t picture Sergei with a shaved asshole, even though I’d had a preference for clean shaven in the past. There was something sexy, manly about all that hair.
“What are you thinking about?” Sergei’s voice had turned husky.
I took a step, then another, and another, until I was close enough to the mattress to take a knee next to him. I gently moved his hand, which had been stroking himself, and replaced it with mine. He’d prepped well, his rim soft and pliant but still so tight when I slipped a finger inside him.
Sergei tipped his head back and sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck.”
Only then did I respond to his question. “I was thinking about whether it’d be better if you shaved.”
Sergei’s head snapped forward, and his eyes were wide. “Is—is that what you want me to do? Because I’ll do it.”
“There’s no need.” I leaned over to him, brushing our lips together. “I’ve decided I rather prefer you like this. It suits you.”
“Are you sure? Because I can get it all waxed tomorrow. I should have thought about it.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Your body is quite lovely the way it is. Feel how hard I am for you.”
I rubbed my cock against his stomach this time as I kissed him. With a groan, Sergei grabbed my hips, and we rocked against each other desperately. I kissed across his cheekbone, moving down his body. When I was eye level with his erection, I followed the prominent vein with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. His hips jerked, and he grabbed a fistful of the sheet.
“Fuck, Leo—” I applied more suction, and my name ended on a groan.
There was something inherently powerful about being able to turn another man to a whimpering mess, and I was on a dopamine high with every groan Sergei emitted. His body was so muscular, his movements should have been somewhat stilted, but he shifted against me with the grace of a dancer. I couldn’t think of anything—chiefly the reason for this contact in the first place—but drowning in him.
“Argh.” He pushed at my shoulders. “You keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”
I backed off slowly, kissing the inside of his thighs before trailing my lips over his taint. I circled his hole with my index finger, and he bore down until the tip pressed inside.
“Ah God, that feels good.”
All I needed to do was finger him, ensure he was ready for me, then push inside of him. But did I? Nope. I dove tongue-first into his hole, the urge to taste him too strong to ignore. Sergei stiffened at first, then gave a loud groan. Next thing I knew, his hand was in my hair, fingers gripping the strands, and his legs were in the air, my hands holding down his thighs as I fucked him with my tongue. It was all that damn rush again. The feeling of euphoria I got whenever I heard thatdeep moan, and he was even louder with my tongue massaging his insides, stabbing past the tight ring of muscles there.
“Fuck.” I eased back, aware my chin was wet with saliva, which pooled between his cheeks. “Hold your legs back.”
Sergei wrapped his arms around his legs, keeping them in the air. I spat on two fingers and slowly glided them inside him.
“We need more lube,” I hissed. “You’re still too tight.”
