I squirt the cold gel on my palm and open my legs farther, then lift my arse before I press it against my rim.
A gasp falls out of me when I find Nikolai watching me with depraved intensity and flaring nostrils, his strokes slowing down.
“Fuck yourself for me. Let me see your fingers plunging in and out of your hole.”
A rush of lust overwhelms me and I bite my lower lip as I breach myself with a finger. My muscles tighten around it and I groan.
“Did you touch yourself back there while we were apart, baby?”
I nod, focusing on his tattooed hand that squeezes his length. My cock leaks all over my stomach at the view.
“Mmm, naughty. Did you imagine it was my fingers driving into you?”
I shake my head and add another finger, fucking myself in the same rhythm he touches himself and trying not to get too excited, because I want to come while he fucks me.
“Then what did you imagine?”
“I imagined…ummfuck… I imagined you were fucking me with your cock.”
“Fuck, baby. I need inside you. Now.”
I remove my fingers and trace them on his chest. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
“Mmm. Talk dirty to me.”
“I need your cock inside me.”
“More.”
“I want you to pound me until I’m screaming.”
“Fucking more.”
“Fuck me until you fill me with your cum.”
“Oh fuck. Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“From you.”
His face erupts in a gorgeous grin as he lifts my legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Our eyes collide as he drives into me. Agonizingly slow. So slow that sweat beads on Nikolai’s forehead and sticks his hair to his temples. His brows furrow as he obviously restrains himself to not thrust all the way in.
A shiver goes through me and it feels like forever before he’s fully sheathed inside me.
It’s been a long time since Nikolai last fucked me, and I almost forgot just how huge he is. It often burns when he first buries himself in me, but he always, without exception, gives me time to adjust.
We’re both panting, our chests slick with sweat as we bask in the moment, our ragged breathing echoing in the air.
The only other sound is the rain beating down on the ceiling.
A droplet of sweat rolls down his brow and falls on the corner of my mouth. I dart out my tongue and lick it then bite my lip. Nikolai’s eyes rage a dark blue as he expels a large breath.
“Fuck. I missed your ass. I love how it swallows me whole. Mmm. Can you feel how you’re welcoming me home?”
“Ummfuck…”
“You’re my favorite fuck hole, baby.”
“S-shut your mouth, Nikolai.”
“Make me.”
I grab a handful of his hair and tug him down, smashing his lips with mine.
It’s a mess of tongues, teeth, and lips as he drives into me. Slow and shallow at first, but the longer I kiss him, the faster he finds his rhythm and pounds me like a madman.
The back and forth of his abs creates friction on my rock-hard dick, milking it until precum splutters all over us.
Through it all, he doesn’t stop kissing me, doesn’t stop binding me to him one thrust at a time.
My body is a mess of overstimulation, but it’s my battered heart and nonexistent soul that are fucked over.
I dig my fingers in his back, feeling my balls fill up and my cock ready to burst.
Nikolai pulls away from my lips and reaches between us, then squeezes my cock, his thumb pressing savagely on the tip.
“Don’t come until I tell you to.”
“Fuck… No…” I tug on his hair, wiggling my arse to chase the pleasure. “I’m going to come…”
“Not yet.” His thumb blocks my opening as he goes harder, his piercing brushing against my sensitive spot with every thrust.
I thrash on the mattress, mumbled voices slipping from my throat as the pleasure builds to an exasperating high.
“Niko…please…please…fuck…”
I want to come. I want to come. I want to come.
The thoughts repeat in my head like a chant. My vision becomes blurry and I let out what sounds like a pathetic whimper.
“Let me come…please…please…” I’m begging at this point, my whole body tightening, my abs contracting, and my balls aching.
“Say you missed me.”
“W-what?”
“During the time we were apart, tell me you fucking missed me. Even if it’s a lie, say it.”
“I did…I missed you… I missed you so fucking much.” I feel a rush of air whooshing out of me with the words.
I don’t think I’ve ever said anything that I felt to my core like those words.
Because yes, I missed him. I missed him to the point of insanity. I missed him until I couldn’t breathe.
And the only reason I can suck air into my starved lungs is because he’s touching me again.
“Come for me, baby.” He releases my tip and squeezes my balls.
“Ummfuck…Niko…fuck…I’m coming for you…” My cock jerks and my cum splatters all over my abs, his hand, and the sheets. Everywhere.
“Love it when you make a mess.” He thrusts faster, his muscles tightening and a vein popping in his neck. “I love it when you come.”
“Umm…” I’m still groaning, riding my orgasm as my cock slowly withers to half erect.
“Wanna know what you look like when you come?” He speaks against my lips, his breath stroking my skin and his intense eyes swallowing me in their depths. “You look like fucking mine.”
My cock twitches, trying to force its way back to life as he bites my lower lip and fills my arse with his cum.
He comes hard and he keeps coming, until I milk him of every last drop.
Our slick chests press together and I glide my fingers into his half-damp hair, bringing him closer and wrapping my legs around his waist.
Then I do what we both love.
I kiss him deep and hard, trying to brand myself under his skin so he’ll never leave me again.
Nikolai pulls out of me and I can feel cum dripping onto the mattress. But before I can fall into that sensation, he wrenches his lips from mine and flips me onto my stomach.
I glance behind me and my lips fall open at the decadent desire shining through his eyes.
Blood rushes to my groin and my cock stands at full attention.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I’m going to fuck you again. This time, like an animal.”
24
BRANDON
After a long battle with the image in the mirror, I manage to cut eye contact and drag myself out of the bathroom.
The more intense the pleasure, the more crippling the pain.
The longer I forget, the more cruelly my head torments me.
But I’m done with my daily dose of self-loathing now. I’m fine.
Probably.
Hopefully.
I step into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my middle and another one drying my hair.
My feet come to a halt when I don’t find Nikolai waiting. Usually, he’d be doing push-ups, punching the air, or pacing like a caged lion.
Though he did say he’d take a shower in the second bathroom down the hall. Maybe he also takes long showers.
I put on a pair of his shorts and a gray T-shirt, then pause when his cologne fills my nostrils. My fingers bunch the cloth and I lift it to my nose to drag in a long inhale.
For some reason, his rich, masculine scent has a calming effect on me.