If The Seas Catch Fire(87)

He pressed the head of his cock against Dom, easing himself past the tight ring so he wouldn’t hurt him.

Abruptly, though, Dom shoved himself back, and he took Sergei’s cock so quickly Sergei damn near blacked out. He grabbed Dom’s hips and steadied him.

“Jesus…” Exhaling slowly, he withdrew and then eased himself back in, and Dom squirmed in his grasp.

“Hard,” Dom pleaded. “Please…”

“I will.” Sergei licked his lips. “Just need to—”

Dom slammed back again and knocked Sergei off balance. In an instant, Sergei was buried all the way inside him, slumped over him, his lips parted for a breath that refused to move.

“Just. Fuck me.”

Sergei finally exhaled. He righted himself, gripping Dom’s hips tighter. “Not gonna argue with that.” Rocking his own hips good and fast, he watched himself disappearing into Dom. He kneaded Dom’s ass cheeks as he f*cked him, mesmerized by this sight even though he’d seen it so many times before. He loved the way Dom felt. The way he looked. The way he moaned and cursed as he took Sergei’s dick over and over.

This was definitely going to be quick. Sergei’s orgasm was already closing in, so he moved his hands to Dom’s hips and f*cked him for all he was worth. Deep, hard, violent, until the bed sounded like it was going to fall apart and every slap of skin on skin actually stung.

Dom cried out, and Sergei had no idea if he was speaking Italian or English or some other language, or f*cking gibberish. His own mind was too scrambled to make sense of anything, and as his eyes rolled back and his whole body started trembling, he thought he heard himself murmuring in his native tongue, but God, who cared because he felt so good, so good, so f*cking—

Everything went white. He forced himself as deep as Dom would take him and then tried to get even deeper, his hips jerking against Dom’s ass.

Finally, he exhaled. They both sank back down to the bed, and Sergei had just enough presence of mind to pull out before he’d gone too soft. He pushed himself up and managed to stumble into the bathroom to toss the condom, and somehow he even found his way back across the narrow stretch of floor to tumble back into bed with Dom.

Evidently, Dom wasn’t done yet. Sergei hadn’t even settled onto the mattress again before Dom pulled him into his arms and kissed him, and it was one of those kisses that said he meant business—they’d both catch their breath and recharge, but they were not done tonight.

Fine by me.

Sergei pulled him closer and lost himself in Dom’s needy kiss and warm embrace. They were both sweaty now and shaking, and they made out like they’d just gotten started. Postcoital fatigue tried to close in, but even that didn’t last long. Where Dom had found this energy—hell, where Sergei had found it—was anyone’s guess. Maybe it was just the need to disappear completely from the rest of the world. And what better place than between the sheets with someone who was willing and eager to provide as much distraction as possible?

Except this was all wrong. Sergei had no business offering a diversion from the very crime he’d committed. Was he assuaging his own conscience? Or truly trying to offer comfort? He didn’t even know anymore, and though it was wrong, it was right too, and he couldn’t let Dom go.

It was impossible to say how much time passed. They backed off for a little while. Started making out again. Backed off again. And then started kissing like there was no turning back—hungrily, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, fingers pressing into flesh and bodies subtly starting to mimic the motions of thrusting and rubbing. Sergei’s dick hardened. Then Dom’s did.

When Dom broke the kiss this time, he murmured, “Fuck me again.”

“You won’t be able to move tomorrow.”

“Can’t move now. Please…”

Sergei was hardly going to tell him no, so he nudged him to turn over, and then he wrapped an arm around him and molded his body to Dom’s. He wasn’t inside him, but he held him as if they were f*cking, as if he were one thrust away from making sure Dom couldn’t move tomorrow.

“Don’t want to stop,” Sergei slurred. “Condoms are—”

“Don’t care about condoms.” Dom rubbed back against him. “I really don’t. Just… please. Fuck me.”

Sergei kissed the side of his neck. They’d agreed to go bareback when Dom was on top, since he hadn’t been nearly as promiscuous as Sergei over the years, but what were the odds either of them had anything that would kill them before this life killed them both?

To hell with it. Dom needed this and Sergei knew damn well why.

You don’t want to think anymore tonight, do you?

He pressed into Dom’s already slick, stretched hole.

I’ll make sure you don’t think have to.



*



Sergei jerked awake with a gasp.

“Sergei?” Dom squeezed his arm, and Sergei realized that was what had woken him up—Dom’s touch. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I…” Closing his eyes, Sergei suppressed a shudder. He ran a shaking hand through his sweaty hair. “I’m good.”

“You sure?” Dom’s fingers trailed down his arm, making Sergei shiver. “You sounded like you were—”

“Just… dreams. It’s nothing.”