Dimitri lifted his head, pinning me with those eyes. “You mean it’s turning you on?”
“It’s not fair,” I whispered.
“There’s no cheating if there weren’t any rules,” he growled, and dipped his head to suck the other nipple into his mouth.
My cock brushed his abdomen where he’d leaned down close, and I realized it’d gotten all the way hard again, straining up and begging for attention.
Dimitri chuckled, the vibration going right into me, and released my nipple with an obscene pop. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I’d already lost, and he hadn’t even opened me up yet. Dimitri was going to make me come on his cock like a slut. I might come before he fucked me at this rate.
He worked his way down, kissing and licking, setting me on fire.
But all that pleasure wasn’t mine. Part of it trickled through the bond, showing me an echo of my own need.
“You want me,” I choked out as he nibbled my hipbone, hair brushing over my abdomen. “You really want me.”
He glanced up sharply. “I like to win just as much as you do, Brook.”
That deflated me like a pricked balloon, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut against the moisture that gathered there.
But it didn’t do anything about the gathering storm inside me, pressure demanding a release. The humiliation of it nearly took my breath away, but when he brushed his hand over my cock, I still pressed up into the touch, trying and failing to bite back a moan.
I didn’t expect him to suck me off, obviously, but it was a shock when he kept going, kissing down my thigh. I’d thought he’d stop at my hips.
But he hadn’t, and when his big hands pressed my thighs wide and his head kept moving down, it startled me enough to open my eyes and lift my head to stare down at him.
“What are you doing?” My voice came out all raspy and wrecked. “What—you’re straight.”
He shrugged, jostling my legs with his broad shoulders. Jesus, he had me opened up wide to fit him. I was a normal sized guy, but he made me look delicate, spread out like that with his huge body in between my legs.
“Yeah, I’m straight. But I’ve fucked women up the ass. Remember? And going down on that part of a woman’s not that different.”
Before I could begin to process what that meant, he lowered his head, lifted my balls out of the way with one hand, and pressed his tongue to my hole.
Nerve endings I hadn’t realized I had lit up like firecrackers, every swipe and wriggle of that hot, wet, muscular tongue of his sending shockwaves into my balls and cock and up my spine, until the top of my head felt like it might explode. My eyes rolled back in my head as he thrust his tongue into me, stabbing it inside my body and stretching the rim of my hole.
No one had ever done this to me. For me? Definitelytome, because Dimitri was in charge and in control, forcing me open, until the pressure in my chest built unbearably and I threw my head back and cried out helplessly, a garbled mixture of no words at all and, horribly, his name. My hands flew up and tangled in his hair of their own volition. I had to hang on to something, and my fingers wrapped in the thick strands, tangling and tugging.
“You going to come like this, Brook?” he asked, muffled against my flesh. He nipped me, quick and hard enough to make me yelp, the edge of my hole stinging and throbbing. A hot swipe of his tongue soothed the pain and had me nearly sobbing with the pleasure of it. “You love getting your ass played with. You’re such a fucking liar. Top, my ass.”
Oh, God, if only I’d had the wherewithal to deliver one of the obvious comebacks to that. But I didn’t, and he was going to make me come, and I let go of his hair with my right hand and wrapped it around my aching cock, because I had to comenow, I had to, and it only took two quick, hard strokes with Dimitri’s mouth on me, sucking hard on my swollen flesh.
Hot spurts hit my stomach and chest and spilled down over my hand, all my muscles seized up, and I tried to keep in a groan but ended up letting out a high, keening cry instead.
When I got my eyes open, panting and trembling all over from the aftershocks, Dimitri had sat up on his heels and was staring down at me, eyes wide and glowing.
“Look me in the eye and say the word ‘fluke’ again,” he said hoarsely. “Come on. I fucking dare you.”
I blinked up at him, too dazed to even be angry. But my brain had come back online, partially at least, enough for me to see the flaw in his reasoning.
“You didn’t knot me. That’s the part that was supposed to make me come. So it doesn’t count.”
Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned down in a way that would’ve had me shrinking back to escape if I’d had anywhere to go. My head pressed down into the pillows, but that was as far as I could get.
“You know, that sounds a lot like you trying to talk me into knotting you anyway. And you know what? I’m hard. I need a fuck too. So I’m going to.” He bared his teeth at me, and I flinched. He laughed and added, “And you’re going to come again when I do.”
“I’m not,” I protested weakly as he sat up and grabbed the lube out of my nightstand. “No way. Not a third time. And I don’t like it anyway.”
“Okay.” His mild, indifferent tone set my alarm bells ringing and had me all tense again in an instant. “Fine. So here’s what we’re going to do.” He popped the cap on the lube and poured a generous amount over his fingers. “I’m going to open you up.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his long, slick fingers as he lowered his hand to my hole. “And then I’m going to fuck you.” Two of those fingers were rubbing my hole, now, pushing inside slightly deeper on every pass. “And then I’m going to knot you.” Both fingers shoved in all at once, and I squirmed and bit my lips, refusing to give him the satisfaction of more moans. “And the whole time, you’re going to tell me how it feels. You know, how much you hate it.”
