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MAREK
Then do it.
Three of the sexiest fucking words I’d ever heard. Scratch that—everything that came out of Misha’s mouth was sexy, but that was on another level. Based on past experience, I’d assumed there was no way he’d be open to bottoming. But when it came to Misha, I should have learned not to assume anything.
Arching beneath me, he stretched an arm overhead and pulled open the drawer in the side table. I leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of lube he was obviously going for.
“Planning ahead?” I asked with a smirk, squeezing some of it onto my hand.
“I like to be prepared,” he replied, taking the bottle and applying more to my dick, stroking me lazily.
“Mhmm.” I kissed him anyway before shifting off of him so I was on the side. That way I could slip my hand between his cheeks and stroke his hole without contorting myself. Slowly, I pressed a finger into him as he sealed his lips to mine.
He groaned into my mouth, holding the back of my head to keep me close. As I slid my finger in and out, working him open, his other hand played with my cock, alternating between jerking and featherlight strokes.
After a bit, I added a second finger, curling them up in search of his prostate to see if that was an area I needed to pay attention to. I knew I found it when his hips bucked against me and he sucked in a breath, his eyes half-hooded with desire, so the answer was “Yes,” I would most definitely make that a priority.
Scooting downward between his legs, I pressed kisses to his bare skin, trailing my tongue along the hard lines of his muscles. I followed the ridges and dips in his abs, down his obliques, along the side of his thick cock. While my fingers moved inside of him, I sucked his dick into my mouth again, thoroughly enjoying the way his body tightened and he hissed between his teeth.
“That feels amazing,” he groaned, his hips rolling. “Oh, God. Right there.”
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and flicked the underside with my tongue at the same time I curled my fingers again. His body jerked beneath me and he moaned, running his fingers through the top of my hair.
He said he wanted me hot and needy but I wanted the same thing from him. I wanted him swearing and breathing hard, muscles twitching and that look in his eyes like he was going to eat me alive. I wanted him as hungry for me as I was for him. His response to my hand and mouth was hypnotizing, I could only imagine how amazing he’d look—and feel—when I finally got my cock inside of him. But as much as I was looking forward to it, I didn’t want to rush anything.
“Do you think you’re ready?” I asked when his breathing turned to soft pants and I couldn’t keep from grinding my cock against the couch cushion. Running my hand up his abs, I kissed along the inside of his thigh, glancing over his prostate one more time.
“Yeah. More than ready.”
“Get on your knees.” Sliding my fingers out of him carefully, I slipped off the couch and stood. Retrieving a condom from the drawer, I rolled it on and added more lube to my dick. He settled on his knees, bracing his forearms on the back of the couch with his back curved, presenting his ass at the perfect angle. I couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment, taking it all in and trying to wrap my head around the reality of what was happening.
“Fuck, Misha…” I stepped up behind him, caressing his perfect ass and sexy-as-hell thighs. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.”
“You’re not the only one,” he replied, sending a scorching glance over his shoulder that made my dick happy, even though a jolt of panic shot through me.Don’t fuck it up, a little voice whispered, adding to the worry that I wouldn’t be able to fulfill whatever he’d fantasized about.
I pressed one hand against the small of his back while I guided my cock up to his hole with the other. Pressing it inside, I slid in, slowly, enveloped by pure fucking perfection. It was hot and tight and everything I imagined. I couldn’t tell who let out the satisfied groan but I didn’t fucking care. It had been ages since I’d fucked anyone and even then it hadn’t been Misha, or anyone remotely near Misha’s level.
I was nearly all the way in when he pushed his hips back, seating me inside completely.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed, grabbing his hips to steady myself. Keeling over and splitting my head open on the coffee table was bound to kill the mood but seriously,thatwas the last thing I’d been expecting.
Apparently he didn’t need, or want, time to get acclimated since he pulled his hips forward and thrust back again. I might have been topping, but goddamn, he was by no means a passive participant.
“I can’t help it. You feel so good,” he said, rolling his hips when my pelvis was flush with his ass, a move as sexy as it was pleasurable.
“My God, so do you.” I backed out slowly and thrust in again, marveling at the feel of him, the sight of him, gradually increasing the speed. From the moment he let me inside, it was like a switch flipped inside me. I gave myself over to him, doing everything I could to make him feel good. He was always so concerned withmefeeling pleasure but for the first time in my life, I could honestly say that being the giver was turning me the fuck on. Hearing him moan and gasp and grunt as I pumped in and out of him, watching goosebumps spread over his golden skin, feeling each of his powerful thrusts—it fed my addiction to him. I wanted more. I wanted more of his sighs, more of his sweat, more of his lips against mine. All of it.
“That’s it, detka,” he moaned, gripping the back of the couch and meeting my thrusts with his own, fucking me as much as I was fucking him. The hand gripping the back of the couch tightened, the tendons popping beneath his tattoos. His other hand disappeared in front of him, jerking himself because mine were clinging to his hips. “I want to come on your cock.”
“God, yes… You feel incredible.”
Trying my best to hit his prostate each time, I swiveled or flicked my hips while thrusting. His breathing grew even more erratic after a couple of passes, so I think I mostly succeeded.
I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last, though. Usually, I did this shit high, or drunk. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex without some kind of chemical or liquid courage. But even if I had the stuff on me, I wouldn’t want it. I didn’t want anything to dull the experience, the feeling of… I didn’t even have words for it. All I knew was I’d never felt it before, whatever it was, and I wanted more of it.
“Oh my God. I’m going to fucking come again… you feel too fucking good.” I tried to push the feeling down, to ignore the steady build in my lower stomach, but every thrust, every moan, drove me that much closer to the edge.
