Page 78 of Bratva's Mercy
“Is that a complaint?”
I felt the grin on my face as I leaned over him to kiss. “No, it’s not, but I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy loosening you up.”
I made a quick trip to the bathroom to grab one of the bottles of lube he had in the cabinet, then returned to find him fingering himself.
“God, that’s sexy.” I knelt between his legs. “Give me your fingers.” I squirted the lube on his fingers. “Now, continue. Stretch that hole out for me.”
I squeezed the lube into my hand, slicking it over my cock as I let my eyes linger on Sergei’s hand, those thick fingers methodically opening himself up for me. He was uninhibited and unselfconscious, and I couldn’t look away from him exposing that part of himself just for me. Every movement, every shallow breath, made my cock ache with need.
If this is just a ploy between us, why then do I want him this much?
“Slow down,” I murmured, my voice thick. “Let me see you.”
“I can’t. Want you too much, Leo. And the way you’re looking at me?—”
“You like me looking at you?”
“Fuck yes.”
He was so touch-starved and needy.
“Then let me see everything.” I took his hand and pushed it aside, baring his relaxed hole to me.
“You like what you see?” Sergei was lazily stroking his dick and watching me with a small smirk. It struck me then that he always seemed more relaxed like this with me, as if submitting to me was his natural state.
“What’s not to like?”
“That’s not exactly an answer.”
I replaced his fingers with mine, filling him with two. His silky heat tightened around my digits. “Yes, dollface,” I said softly, twisting my fingers and stretching in the three-o’clock position. “I very much like what I see.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“What? Dollface?”
“Yes.”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
He glanced away from me almost shyly, and color rose in his cheeks. “I’m just curious. It’s not something someone would ever think to call me. Except you.”
Ah, he was embarrassed that he liked it.
“Hmm, because you remind me of one.” His eyes returned to my face, and he didn’t seem any less confused. “It’s a beautiful inanimate object that lets the owner do whatever they want with it. The way you let me do what I want with you.”
He inhaled sharply. “You want to own me?”
“I already do. Don’t I?” I leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead. “You were mine even before I wanted you because you decided that’s the way it would be.”
“Are you no longer upset about that?”
“No.” The opposite. Sergei was not at all what I’d expected. He was so needy for a little affection, so desperate for any kind of intimacy that he gobbled up what scraps I doled out to him.
“You think you can take me now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered too quickly.
I chuckled softly. “Not yet.”
