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“Your dick is amazing. You know that?” I sucked him into my mouth again, moaning around it as I savored the taste, the feel, everything about it—about him. It was neverjust sexwith Misha, it was an experience unlike anything else. Yeah, the physical part was really good but there was something to be said for that corny ass expression, “making love.” Because that’s exactly what Misha did and what I hoped I managed to do for him, too.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come soon,” he said, his hips jerking when I sucked even harder.
I popped off his cock with a grin and wrapped my hands around his hips. Sliding off the bed, I hauled him with me, positioning him at the very edge. “We can’t have that just yet.”
His eyes narrowed, watching as I snagged a bottle of lube from the nightstand and poured some into my hand, coating my dick thoroughly. “I thought I was fucking you tonight?”
“Changed my mind.” I trailed my fingers along his crease, rubbing his hole gently and spreading lube around. “Unless you don’twantto.”
“Iwantyou, detka,” he tossed back with a mock glare. It faded with a gasp as I slid my fingers inside of him. He regained his composure quickly, fixing me with a ravenous look. “However I can have you.”
“Well, I want to fuck this tight ass and make you come. Is that ok with you?” I twisted my fingers inside of him just to watch his eyes close as he bit his lip.
Forcing his gaze back to me, he nodded.
“Good,” I murmured, leaning forward and capturing his mouth with mine. I withdrew my fingers and guided my cock to his hole, inching my way in. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, plundering my mouth with his tongue as I sank deeper.
I honestly didn’t know which was the better feeling—Misha fucking me, or me fucking him. Both experiences were incredible, which made me beyond ecstatic he didn’t mind flipping. On top of everything else,thatwas another novelty he brought to the table. Most of the guys I’d been with before were so hung up on topping because it was somehow “less gay” that they wouldn’t even consider trying the other position. Frankly, it was nice to have the option once in a while.
Snapping my hips a little faster, I tore myself away from his mouth so I could gasp in a full breath. I pulled myself back into a standing position and gripped his thighs for balance, watching my cock slide in and out of him in smooth strokes.
He moaned, fisting his cock and jacking himself, completely uninhibited as he writhed and arched his back. It didn’t matter if he was toppingorbottoming, Misha was hands down the sexiest guy I’d ever seen. I thanked my lucky stars I had the privilege of being in his life—along with all of the dirty things we did to one another.
“Fuck yes. I want to see that big dick come for me,” I panted, driving into him again and again, hoping I could make it happen before my own orgasm got away from me.
He mumbled something in Russian as his ass squeezed around my cock so hard it stole my breath. The muscles in his chest and abs tightened. Clenching his teeth, he came with a grunt, splashing cum all over his chest and being a hell of a lot quieter than I probably would have been.
Making him come was so fucking hot, I didn’t make it much longer. Plunging my cock inside one last time, I bit my lip, managing to muffle most of the noise while the surge of pleasure jetted out of me, filling him up.
Balancing myself over the top of him carefully, I lapped up a droplet of cum from his pec. “Shower?”
He shook his head, looking worn out in the best possible way. The fact it was almost midnight and he’d been running on virtually no sleep for the past week probably didn’t help. “Not right now. I need a minute.”
“Then wait here.” I licked another spot clean and kissed his shoulder, easing out of him gently and climbing off the bed. For once I got to be the caretaker and I wasn’t about to fuck it up.
Wetting a washcloth with warm water, I hurried back to him, wiping up the various messes before dabbing him dry again with a hand towel. Once he was clean, I tossed both of them in the hamper in the bathroom and grabbed fresh sheets from the linen closet. When I returned, Misha had already curled up under the covers, so I tossed the sheets on the floor and crawled in next to him, snuggling against his broad chest.
Sighing softly, he wrapped an arm around me, kissing the top of my forehead.
Neither of us felt the need to speak. It was enough to lay there in the dark, soaking up each other’s warmth as we gazed out at the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows—a view I never thought I’d have with a guy I never thought I’d have. Rather than questioning it, I tried really fucking hard to appreciate it all in the moment.
I’d nearly nodded off when a burst of color exploded behind my eyelids. Blinking myself back to alertness, I waited for it to happen again before I asked if Misha had seen anything. Aside from the fact I’d barely had half a glass of champagne, I wasn’t a lightweight, so there was no reason why I should be seeing anything outside a window, thirty stories up.
It turned out I wasn’t hallucinating. Huge fireworks exploded in the distance, lighting up the night sky over the lake with shimmering colors and puffs of smoke.
Propping myself on my elbow, I watched the display for a bit before looking at Misha with a furrowed brow. “Is that from Navy Pier?”
“Happy New Year,” he said, smiling softly.
Sothat’swhy he wanted to be in the bedroom so badly and probably why he didn’t bother with a shower. He set this moment up perfectly. I had to hand it to him, the man knew how to play his cards right, making the most out of every occasion.
Shaking my head, I nevertheless pressed my lips to his for my first-ever New Year’s kiss. Normally I was behind a bar somewhere but I had a feeling it was going to be the most important holiday in our house.Ourhouse. Misha and I. And the fun sponges. Just one weird, happy little family trying to carve out a slice of the American dream.
45
MISHA
Movingthrough the busy diner with ease, I zeroed in on my target’s table in the back and headed toward it. I was less than a meter away before the man finally looked up and saw me, flinching in his standard government-blue suit.
