“I’ll have to remember that. But time’s up for you tonight, I’m afraid.” He reached down and slipped a hand between us, spreading my cheeks. “I want inside this exquisite body of yours.”
I wanted that too, and just so there was no mistake, I widened my stance.
“Yes,” Dimitri growled. “Show me that pretty hole. Show me where you want me to put my cock.”
Putain. When was the last time I’d had someone talk to me like that? A long damn time. The men whose beds I usually visited were refined, sophisticated, gentlemanly types.
Dimitri was none of those things. He was rough, brash, and lethal, a combination that was turning out to be one hell of an aphrodisiac. I wanted to go wild with him. I wanted him to take me without constraint.
A hand at the nape of my neck held me in place as he nudged up against my back entrance, teasing me with the head of hisdick. My fingers curled around the bedcovers, then he breached my stretched hole, and the burn of his intrusion—despite the thorough tongue lashing he’d given me—had my teeth gnashing together.
“I fucking knew it…” he said to himself as he slid into me, inch by tortuous inch.
His fingers tightened at the back of my neck, the one on my ass digging into my skin as he spread me even further apart, and I knew he was looking at us. The way his cock was now fully lodged inside me. The way my ass was stretched around his thickness.
My balls tingled at the visual I’d just painted for myself. Then Dimitri began to pull out of me, and I couldn’t stop my cry.
The hand at my neck let go to reach for my other hip, and when he plowed forward this time, the entire bed shifted under the power of his thrust. The scrape of the legs on the wood floor was almost as satisfying as the grunt of pleasure from the man behind me.
Dimitri had lost his words, his ability to form coherent sentences, and I clenched my ass around the intruding length inside it.
“A tease even between the sheets…”
“Not. Between. Sheets,” I panted as I pushed back onto him.
Dimitri moved down over me. “Gonna get so deep you forget what it’s likenotto have me in you.”
I didn’t have an answer for that—just a sound, one full of lustful yearning, because I wanted that. I wanted that so fucking bad I almost came from the mere promise of it. But when Dimitri gripped the covers by my head and started to rut me like an animal in heat, I closed my eyes and allowed all the sensations to flood through me, over me, inside me.
I was no longer in control.Hecontrolled every nerve ending, every sensory hot spot on my body. I was his to use, to have.His totake. And my leaking cock could attest to that—it was making an absolute mess of the bed beneath me. The friction of the covers added a whole other sensation to go with the intense prostate massage Dimitri was administering.
“More,” I begged, delirious with the kind of pleasure that led to obsession.
Dimitri seemed to understand, though. He stilled, deep inside me, let go of the covers, and slid an arm under me. Then he straightened and pulled me to my feet, his forearm firm against my collarbone.
Teeth sank into my shoulder, hard. “More?”
I nodded, and he slid his palm down the middle of my body and wrapped it around my erection. I cried out from the touch, the heat of his hand exactly what I wanted and needed to take this to the next level.
“That what you want?” he asked, and jutted his hips forward, nailing my P-spot.
“Yes.Putain, oui.”
He stroked up my shaft as he pulled from my body, swiping his thumb over the slit. Then he let go of me, brought his hand up, and said, “Lick it.”
I swiped my tongue over his palm, tasting myself there, then spat in it.
“Let me fuck it,” I said. “While you fuck me.”
A harsh curse echoed around me as Dimitri once again took hold of my cock, and this time there was no teasing, no playing around. The second his fingers surrounded me, I shoved back on the dick inside me, then fucked forward into the fist waiting for me.
Dimitri gripped my hip and immediately picked up the pace.
It was only when his bare chest slapped against my back that I realized I hadn’t gotten a chance to look at him, not the way I wanted to. But I couldn’t focus on that right now,not when he was fucking me into oblivion. I’d get a chance to explore Dimitri’s body the way I wanted to soon, and from the brief glimpse I got, it was rock hard with a dusting of dark hair covering his deeply tanned skin. God, he was delicious in a way I craved. Such a bad, bad boy, with the looks and power to match.
I shouldn’t be as turned on about that as I was.
His thumb swiped over my slit on a stroke, just as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves again, and it sent me gasping.
