“Touch you like this?” he murmurs, before he traces the ridge of my cock straining against the front of my jeans.
“Yes, fuck…please,” I beg, thrusting off the bed.
He chuckles, then cups my bulge with that giant hand. My eyes roll back into my head at the friction, and the sound that leaves me is a desperate, pleading thing. Dmitri drags his palm along my length, a low groan forming in his throat as I grind against his touch.
“More,” I whisper, and when his fingers dip beneath the denim to trace the line of my hipbone, I’m sure I’m going to combust. His nails scrape lightly over the skin there, and I gasp at the sensation.
He pops the button with one hand then drags my zipper down with agonizing patience, and the sound of metal teeth parting is obscene in the quiet room. Cool air hits the heated skin of my lower belly, and then his fingers are right there, wrapping around me through the thin cotton of my boxer briefs. My hips snap up into his grip with a choked cry of his name.
“Shh,” he soothes, thumb circling the head through the cloth to spread the wetness there. “I’ve got you.”
I’m shaking now, desperate little thrusts punching into his fist in frantic, uneven jerks. My thighs tremble, muscles tightening deep in my core that coil tighter with every pass of his palm.
He watches my face the whole time in a way that’s almost worshipful in its focus. Like I’m something precious he’s afraid to break. His free hand slides up under my hoodie, fingers splaying across my stomachto feel the way the muscles jump and clench under his touch. He traces the soft line where my abs give way to that layer he called beautiful at the lake.
“You’re so gorgeous like this,” he says quietly, voice steady even as his own breathing has grown ragged. “Letting go. Letting me see you.”
The words hit harder than they should. My eyes burn, and I turn my face into his neck, mouthing and kissing at the skin there. The hoodie collar scrapes my cheek as I press closer, desperate to feel more of him.
“Don’t stop,” I plead against his throat. “Please don’t stop—need more—need you—”
His thigh presses between mine so I can grind against it, and he slips his hand into my underwear. Blazing hot skin meets mine as his fingers circle my cock, and I gasp against his neck as he collects my precum and starts to stroke. His thigh is solid between my legs, and the dual sensations push me to the edge in seconds.
“Dmitri—” My voice breaks as my entire body curls in on itself. “I’m… fuck… I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” he whispers, lips brushing my ear. “Let me feel it.”
That’s all it takes. My back arches off the mattress, hips snapping up into his grip as I spill over his fist with a choked cry. He works me through it, murmuring soft nonsense against my temple.
How I’m good, so good, and how he’s got me.
Pleasure hits me so hard it rushes out of me in a sob, and he doesn’t release me until the aftershocks fade. I’m trembling,boneless, and clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me from flying apart.
He doesn’t pull away, just keeps holding me, hand still wrapped loosely around my cock. His breathing is ragged now too, chest rising and falling against mine, but he doesn’t push for anything else. Just waits, letting me come back down.
When I finally manage to lift my head, his eyes are tender.
“Hi,” I whisper, voice wrecked.
“Hi,” he whispers back.
I swallow hard. “That was…”
“Yeah,” he agrees quietly. “It was.”
His weight shifts, and when his cock presses against my thigh, the heat practically seeps straight through his jeans. I’m still sensitive, still coated in my own cum, but the realization sends a fresh, dizzying rush of blood straight to my groin.
He groans low, the sound vibrating against my lips. His hips roll forward to grind against my thigh as his hand tightens around my cock just enough to make me whimper.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Someone’s needy,” he murmurs.
“Dmitri,” I breathe, voice cracked. My hands fist in his hoodie, pulling him closer until our chests are flush. “You’re… fuck, you’re hard.”
He exhales sharply through his nose as his forehead drops to mine, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. “Yeah. Been hard since the porch. Since you looked at me like that.”
“I can feel you,” I whisper, hips rocking in small, desperate circles. “Iwantto feel you.”
