Dom obeyed, and Sergei turned up the music. Then he climbed onto Dom’s lap, straddling him, and claimed a deep, hard kiss.
Dom’s hands were immediately on him. All over him. They were unsteady, but not like they were the first time they’d fucked. It was as if he was no longer uncertain about touching a man, but uncertain about… everything. Like he needed an anchor. Or reassurance. Or something.
Between the two of them, they unzipped Dom’s pants, and as soon as Sergei’s fingers were around that rock hard cock, Dom broke the kiss and let his head fall back.
“Oh God,” he breathed almost soundlessly. “Yes. Please.”
Sergei stroked him, and leaned down to kiss his neck as he whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
“You. That’s… that’s all.”
“But, you’re—”
“Don’t.” Dom shivered, thrusting into Sergei’s hand as much as this position allowed. “Just need to… forget.”
Forget what?
But Sergei didn’t ask questions. He pumped Dom’s dick harder. He wanted to turn him around and fuck him, but he was certain the slap of skin on skin would attract one of the bouncers. Or someone would just know and they’d get caught and then he’d be out of a job in the place where his contacts came to give him the truly lucrative work.
And besides, no condoms. No lube.
Damn it, no space.
“Can you hear me?” Sergei whispered in Dom’s ear.
Another whimper, this one an obvious affirmative and the sound of a man about to come unglued.
“After this,” Sergei went on, “you’re going to meet me at a motel. You’re going to text me with an address and room number, just like always, and then you’re going to wait—naked, lubed up and ready for me. And I’m going to fuck you right.”
Dom shuddered. “Please…”
Sergei raised his head. Dom’s eyes were wide, wet as if he was about to break down in tears, and his lips were apart as he struggled to catch his breath. Tightening his grip on Dom’s cock, he said, “When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you again, and I’m going to make it fucking hurt.”
And just like that, Dom lost it.
His eyes rolled back. He held onto Sergei’s shoulders for dear life, and fucked against him, shooting hot semen all over Sergei’s hand and arm and stomach as his lips formed soundless, breathless curses.
Still shaking, he looked up at Sergei. “Promise?”
“Yeah. Promise.”
Chapter 14
The orgasm he’d had in the club kept Dom semi-sane, but he needed more.
Waiting for Sergei was going to drive him out of his mind. He’d already taken two showers—one before the club, and one after he’d checked into the motel room because maybe this time it would get hot enough to rinse away the gunpowder residue on his hands. By the time he’d finished showering—nope, not hot enough—he didn’t have much time. Sergei would be here any minute.
Sergei had ordered him to wait naked, so he didn’t bother getting dressed after he’d dried off. And that wasn’t the only thing Sergei had demanded.
Dom poured some lube on his fingers, and then lay back on the bed with his legs apart. Eyes closed, he reached down and pressed one fingertip against his ass.
As his hole started to relax, and his finger slid inside, his thoughts disintegrated. The rest of the night ceased to exist except for that little preview in the booth at the club. The guilt, the shame—it was gone. Temporarily maybe, but he’d take what he could get, and he pushed a second finger inside just so the stretch and the burn would erase even more of his mind.
Oh, it did. And it felt amazing. It was also deliciously rebellious. Ever since he’d almost gotten caught with a man years ago, he’d been so paranoid, he was sure if he finger-fucked himself or used a toy or anything, someone would catch on. The potential for embarrassment was one thing. Knowing all too well what could happen to him if someone suspected he was gay? That was more than enough to keep him from touching himself this way.
He’d jerk off—what man didn’t?—but this? He hadn’t dared. And now he was. And as he pushed his fingers inside himself, his toes curled and he was getting unbearably hard.
What if he got caught this time?
Oh hell. He was going to get caught. Sergei was going to walk through that door, and he was going to find Dom like this—legs spread, two fingers inside himself, dick hard and breath gone.
God, yes. He wanted Sergei to see him this way. And he wanted him to make good on his promise to fuck him, and then fuck him again until it hurt.
No shame. No holds barred. No consequences because no one would catch them. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d truly needed this arrangement until tonight. With Sergei, he could be the man he was forbidden to be—a gay man who wanted to feel another man. Just a night of sex. Raw, primal sex. No lies, no gunfire, no filling a role he’d never wanted to fill.
Footsteps outside raised goose bumps on Dom’s arms. The click of the door made his breath catch.
And there he was—Sergei.