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 fuck 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 fucking 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.
For a while, they just lay there, enjoying the lingering buzz of amazing sex, until Sergei finally broke the silence.
“So.” He propped his head up on his hand. “I’m curious about something.”
“Hmm?”
“You were out on a date with a woman tonight, and then you texted me and wanted to hook up. And let’s face it—you were horny as fuck.” His eyebrow arched. “If she turned you on that much, why aren’t you in bed with her?”
Dom sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s… not quite that simple.”
“Let me guess—she has to be a virgin when you marry her?”
“No, no. In fact, I’m pretty sure she isn’t.” He lowered his hand. “For a woman raised in this bullshit environment, she’s liberated as hell. I doubt she’s been a virgin for a long, long time.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“Of course not. It’s fucking refreshing.” Dom shrugged. “Just seems like a shame that a woman like her would wind up with a man like me.”
“Except she does apparently turn you on?”
“No, she doesn’t.” Sighing again, Dom stared up at the ceiling. “She’s beautiful. She’s intelligent. She’s everything I would want in a woman if I were straight.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “But I’m not.” He dropped his hand to his side, but still didn’t look at Sergei. “When I left the restaurant tonight, yeah, I was horny as hell, but not because I wanted to be with her. It was because being on a date with her, knowing how much pressure there is to marry her, it just made me realize how little time I have left to be who I really am.”
“Whoa.” Sergei touched his arm. “That’s… rough.”
“Yeah. And if Brigida and I don’t agree to get married soon, my uncle will find me another woman. And there will be even more pressure.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t know why he doesn’t just throw a goddamned ball and make me find the woman with the glass slipper.”
“Well, with as much as he has you meeting potential suitors—” Sergei flashed a toothy grin. “Does kind of sound like you’re a Disney princess or something.”
Dom laughed, but it took work. “Sometimes it really does feel like it, and not in a good way.”
Sobering, Sergei tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“Because my life is run by people who don’t give a damn if I want to be a part of it.”