Page 38 of Bratva's Mercy
“I don’t give a fuck about other men.” I nuzzled his neck and sucked on a patch of skin there. “Leo, put your cock inside me already.”
“You’re still so tight.”
“I’m on top. I can control how much I take.”
Which would be fucking everything, even if it burned.
Leo withdrew his fingers but didn’t remove them right away. He petted me, stroking my asshole, and my cock twitched, leaking precum against his stomach. He ran his thumb over my rim, which was pure torture.
“Ride me,” he finally said. “Fuck yourself on my dick.”
A shudder ripped through me as I took him in my hand, lining his length with my entrance, feeling the slickness of thelube, the bulging head of his cock. I teetered on the edge, for the first time realizing I was about to fall into something I might not be able to get out of, but it was already too late.
My gaze locked with Leo’s as every inch of him invaded my body and pushed past the resistance he found there. His pupils were blown, and he clenched his jaw, his hands coming up to grip my hips, preventing me from moving.
“Oh fuck,” exploded from him. He looked almost dazed, as if he’d never expected the way our bodies would pulse in unison once joined.
He wasn’t the only one. My eyes fluttered shut as I took a moment to revel in the fullness, in the mix of pain and pleasure that thrummed through my body, stealing my breath. I wanted to memorize this moment, imprint it on my heart forever. My hands tightened on his shoulders, grounding me in the reality that this was happening, that Leo was inside of me.
“Oh, God. Move, Sergei,” he demanded hoarsely. “For fuck’s sake, move.”
I opened my eyes, meeting the smoky depths of his gaze. There was an unusual softness there, a secret tenderness hidden in the furrow of his brow and the tension in his jaw. His lips brushed against mine, a featherlight touch that spoke of a hundred unvoiced sentiments. I groaned into the kiss, pressing my lips against his, losing myself in the taste of him.
I moved, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of him filling me up and pulling back. With each thrust, we found our rhythm, our bodies falling into sync like it was something we already knew how to do. There was no hesitation, no awkward adjustments, none of the careful, transactional choreography I was used to from the men I’d paid to warm my bed. With them, everything had been functional, but this was different.
This was instinct.
It didn’t take long for my body to give in, to soften into him, to trust the way he moved with me instead of against me. He met every thrust with one of his own, driving up into me with a force that felt deliberate, like he knew exactly where to hit, exactly how to meet that aching need from somewhere deep inside me and satisfy it in a way no one else ever had.
“Fuck, Sergei…”
He slapped his hands onto my cheeks, spreading me open and moving me up and down his cock. Thank fuck for the leg-and-thigh gym days I followed religiously. I pumped my hips, clinging to Leo’s shoulders. In the past, the men I paid for sex had just been bodies I used to get off, but for the first time, I cared for another man’s experience more than my own.
I wanted him to feel even more than I did riding his dick, and that said a lot because holy fuck.
I quickly learned Leo was more of a quiet lover. He let his hands do the talking, and fuck if they weren’t screaming in the way he grabbed up my ass, squeezing then releasing them, slapping them, and pinching them. His fingers raked over my back, digging into my skin and leaving his marks wherever he touched.
Compared to him, I was shameless, my moans loud, my cries unbridled, and it wasn’t just for the ache of his thick cock stretching my walls. I felt so full of him, so fucking full.
My wet ass hit his lap, and I threw my head back. Leo’s lips bit into the sensitive skin at my pulse point, his teeth scraping down my neck, over my collarbone.
“So sexy,” he whispered as though to himself rather than for me to hear, but I did, and the last vestige of decency I still had was shredded to bits.
“Leo…” I pressed my palm to his cheek, keeping his gaze steady on me. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?”
“But why me? With a body like this, you could have any man you wanted.”
“Maybe I only want you.”
11
LEO
Touching Sergei might have been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have known better than to think I would ever be able to tame a man like him. I was struggling to remember the purpose of this interaction. Of what I truly expected to accomplish by testing him.
Because holy shit, the grip of Sergei’s ass around my cock was the kind of sensation that could make men compose symphonies and write odes in its honor. Just like the rest of him, he had a thick ass I’d been losing a fighting battle with since he straddled me. I hadn’t planned to touch it, but after the first slap, I couldn’t get myself to stop. I liked hearing the echo of my palms against the soft, fleshy underside of his cheeks and how firm they felt against my skin.
I was an ass man. Loved fingering it, fucking it, putting my whole face in it. And he had one of the most tempting asses I’d ever come across.
