He started to reach for Sergei, but hesitated. “May I?”
“Yeah.” Sergei leaned in closer, resting his hands on the back of the chair. “Please do.”
Dom slid his hands up Sergei’s chest, the fabric of his shirt pulling beneath his touch. This was even hotter than he’d anticipated. The juxtaposition—clothed stripper, naked customer—was a tease to end all teases. Though Dom could put his hands on him, he couldn’t touch him, and it was Sergei’s clothes, not his own, that kept their flesh from meeting. He could touch, but he couldn’t feel. Not quite. Muscles moved beneath the surface, but the shirt tempered the heat of Sergei’s skin.
Despite the lack of music, Sergei danced. Twisting, undulating, grinding—no wonder men threw wads of money at him at the club. An electric thrill surged through Dom. They could fall all over him, but how many of them could touch him? See him fully naked, in the throes of an orgasm? How many of them knew what his skin tasted like? What his kiss tasted like?
Sergei sat back a bit, and peeled off that rumpled shirt.
Jesus. He could look at this body a million times, and never stop marveling at the sculpted perfection. He brought his hands up, and a violent shudder rippled through him as he put them on Sergei’s lean, bare torso. Sergei kept on dancing, writhing, undulating, and as he did, he took Dom’s wrists and guided them. Suddenly they were part of the dance too, cresting muscles just as they contracted, sliding down them in the same moment they relaxed, palms and fingertips following lines that curved, straightened, curved again.
Dom pulled him closer, so Sergei’s clothed cock and balls rubbed against his bare chest. He kissed him, ran his hands all over him. There was no music, but Dom’s heart thumped hard enough to make up for it.
“Can I…?” He struggled to catch his breath. “Your clothes…”
“Yes,” Sergei murmured, rubbing his groin against Dom. “Definitely too many—oh, fuck…” He tilted his head back as Dom unbuttoned and unzipped his tight pants. Between the two of them, they pushed Sergei’s pants and boxers over his hips, revealing his fully erect cock.
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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking 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.