If The Seas Catch Fire(58)

Dom was tempted to grab Sergei’s ass, pull him up, and suck his dick until he lost his mind, but instead, he whispered, “Come on me again. Like you did the first—”

Sergei swore in Russian and started f*cking against him, the chair protesting beneath them as his hips rocked and his dick slid up and down Dom’s abs.

“God,” Dom whispered. He ran his hands along Sergei’s hips and sides. “I think about that night all the time. You were so…” He looked up, gazing into Sergei’s heavy-lidded, watering eyes. “You were so f*cking hot.” He grabbed the back of Sergei’s neck and brought him down, and Sergei whimpered when their lips met, and his thrusts became frantic, the friction so hot it should’ve been painful.

Sergei broke the kiss with a gasp. His whole body quivered, and then his hips jerked forward, and hot semen jetted across Dom’s abs and chest. He exhaled, trembled, and he’d barely finished coming when he murmured, “Please f*ck me.”

“Absolutely.” Dom ran his hands all over Sergei’s sweaty, trembling torso. “I want you just like this. On my lap.”

“I like the sound of that.” Sergei reached past him, toward the table where they’d tossed the lube and condoms. The motion stretched his long, lean torso and made Dom’s mouth water.

When he came back, though, he had lube in his hand, and a small towel, but no condoms.

“What about—”

“Bareback.” Sergei grinned, wiping the semen off Dom’s stomach. “I want you bareback.”

Dom blinked. “But I—”

“You said yourself you hadn’t been with anyone else in ages.”

“You sure you should trust me that much?”

Sergei’s lips pulled back across straight white teeth. “I think I have a good grasp on who the dangerous one is in this arrangement.”

If you only knew.

Sergei covered Dom’s cock in lube, and then positioned himself above him. Dom steadied himself and, with a hand on Sergei’s hip, guided him down. He watched Sergei’s eyes, and goddamn, in the same instant Dom breached him, Sergei screwed his eyes shut and moaned.

“Like that?” Dom asked.

“Uh-huh.” Sergei lifted up, then came down a little more. “I f*cking love the way you feel.”

“Likewise.” Especially like this. With no barrier. With Dom immobile, unable to do a thing except sit here and watch Sergei ease himself down. Dom’s head fell back. He groaned, overwhelmed as Sergei took him deeper.

And Sergei didn’t just ride him—he swiveled and wove like he did during the lap dance. He moved in ways Dom had never felt before. Not while he was this deep in someone.

Dom’s hands slid off him, and he gripped the armrests instead, digging in with his fingers as he held on for dear life. “Oh shit, Sergei… that is…” He tried to blink his eyes into focus, but they wouldn’t cooperate. Still, he tried—he had to see this, to drink in the way Sergei danced on him and rode his cock at the same time. He could barely see. Could barely breathe. His body didn’t know what to do with this much pleasure, this many insane electric sensations, and the climax to end all climaxes was closing in fast, and there was no stopping it even if he wanted to.

“Keep going,” Dom slurred. “Jus’… just like…” All the air rushed out of his lungs. He gasped. Tensed. He pulled Sergei all the way down and didn’t make a sound as he exploded deep inside him.

Sergei kissed beneath his jaw. “Please tell me we can f*ck like this again.”

“Yes, please.”

“Good.” He lifted his head and pressed his lips to Dom’s. “Because that was hot.”

“Oh my God, yes.”

When they could finally move, they got up and moved into the bathroom for a shower.

“You really don’t mind going bareback?” Dom asked as the lukewarm water ran over both of them.

“No.” Sergei hesitated. “But, uh… probably only when you’re on top.”

Dom cocked his head. “Why’s that?”

“Well, it’s been fifteen years since you’ve been with other men.” He shrugged, the gesture almost apologetic. “I’ve… been around a bit more recently.”

“Still, I—”

“It’s safer.” Sergei wrapped his arms around Dom and stood up on his toes to kiss him lightly. “It’s better this way, I think.”

Dom ran his fingers through Sergei’s wet blond hair, a few cool droplets sliding down the back of his hand. “I can still use condoms when I’m on top. If you want.”

Sergei shook his head. “No. I…” He shifted his gaze away.

“What?”

Sergei hesitated for a moment. Then he looked up at him with those intense blue eyes. “This, what we’re doing, is the only chance you have to be with a man. I want you to feel it. Really feel it.”

A condom barely makes a difference in what I feel when I’m with you.

Really feel it? I do. I definitely do. Every f*cking time.

But he just drew Sergei in for a soft kiss.

The water was starting to get cold, so they shut it off and dried themselves. Then they turned down the bed that they hadn’t even touched so far, and climbed under the covers.