He took one look at Dom, and grinned. Closing the door behind him, he said, “Now that’s something I could watch all night.”
“D-don’t watch.” Dom slipped his fingers free. “You said you’d—”
“Oh, I know what I said.” Sergei took off his shirt. He shifted to one side, then the other. Probably toeing off his shoes. “Did I say you should stop?”
Dom blinked.
“Well?”
Dom started fucking himself with his fingers again. Jesus—it was the exact same thing he’d been doing before, but somehow, doing it in front of Sergei made it a million times more intense. Maybe because Sergei was stripping off his tight jeans now, revealing the thick cock that Dom had been craving. He was quickly getting hard, and after he’d taken off his briefs, Sergei stroked himself slowly, bringing his cock to full attention.
Dom’s mouth watered. “Please…”
Sergei grinned. “You’re such a gentleman.” He climbed onto the bed. “Always asking so nicely.”
Dom bit his lip.
Sergei gently nudged his hand out of the way, and then he came down on top of Dom, his thick cock against Dom’s and his narrow waist between Dom’s thighs.
And he kissed him.
God.
In.
Heaven.
Dom thought he was going to lose his mind. Sergei was, as always, aggressive, but not overly so, and the taste of his kiss intoxicated Dom. His hair was damp and he didn’t smell like the mix of sweat, cologne, and booze that stuck to everything in that club, so he must’ve showered. Dom didn’t care—as long as he had Sergei in bed with him, he didn’t care about anything else.
Sergei pushed himself up on his arms, and then moved to his feet in a motion that was way too graceful and coordinated for a man with a hard-on. He beckoned to Dom. “Stand up.”
Stand up? Are you kidding?
But he did what he was told, even if his legs weren’t quite sure about it.
“Not sure I can stand very well,” he said.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t planning to keep you on your feet.” Sergei shoved Dom down onto his knees. Not that it required much effort—the faintest pressure on his shoulder knocked his knees out from under him.
Dom had barely hit the floor before Sergei forced his dick into his mouth.
Oh yes. Yes, this he could handle. Maybe his legs weren’t competent enough to keep him on his feet, but with a hand on Sergei’s hip and the other around his cock, he was pretty sure he could stay upright like this.
Stroking his hair, Sergei fucked his mouth. “You’re a hell of a distraction, you know.”
Dom moaned around Sergei’s dick.
“Kind of hard to…” Sergei exhaled. He gripped Dom’s hair and thrust just enough to push Dom’s gag reflex. “Hard to concentrate on dancing when I just… when I just want to come back here and fuck you.”
Dom moaned again, since it was the only sound he could make.
“In fact, speaking of fucking you.” Sergei pulled his cock free. “Bend over the bed.”
Didn’t have to tell him twice. Dom scrambled to his feet, legs still wobbly, and turned around and bent over the mattress.
Sergei quickly put on a condom, and then stood behind Dom. Dom held his breath. He gripped the sheets, ready to lose his mind from the sheer anticipation, especially as the head of Sergei’s cock teased him.
Dom was already slick and stretched, and Sergei took full advantage—one hard, violent thrust, and he was buried to the hilt. Dom moaned, eyes watering and elbows shaking beneath him.
“You did exactly as you were told,” Sergei breathed as he started thrusting. “You’re… God, this is perfect.”
Dom just moaned again. Words didn’t seem important anymore.
Sergei forced him all the way down, until his face was pressed against the sheets, and he held him there with a painful grip on his hair as he fucked him harder.
Everything ceased to exist. Even the rough sheets beneath Dom’s face and chest faded into nothing. All that mattered in the entire universe was Sergei forcing his cock deep inside, again and again and again, so hard he made Dom’s eyes water. He felt nothing except being fucked. The hand in his hair, the thick cock inside him, the thrusts that didn’t quit—please, please, please, do this all night.
He wanted his orgasm to stay back so he could lose himself, but he felt so good, and his impending climax was so deliciously intense, he didn’t fight it. He let Sergei drive him closer, his breath catching as the sheets beneath him added the most amazing friction. The room spun. The darkness behind his eyelids turned white.
Dom gasped. Every muscle in his body tensed. He was almost there. Almost there. Almost—
Sergei cried out something in his mother tongue, and the world exploded. Dom was coming, and Sergei was driving him down into the mattress with painful, erratic thrusts as he too fell apart.
Dom blinked a few times. They were still now. Had he blacked out? Maybe. Didn’t matter. Felt great.