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He grunts as he thrusts his hips quicker now, but still not fast enough to make either of us come. A good pace to draw out the pleasure for both of us as he continues to kiss around my neck, stopping occasionally to bring our lips together.

Those kisses I’ve already discovered I like best.

Or I thought I did, until he surprises me by breaking our kiss to move his lips down my body. He presses kisses against my collarbone, then moves to my pecs, one of which he squeezes with his hand. After my pecs, he makes his way down my abs, paying attention to both sides. When he reaches my hip bones, he stops and licks across the vee formation of my lower abdomen. From there, he grabs the base of my cock and looks up at me with hooded eyes.

His pupils are so blown open I can barely see the rich green color of his irises. That color has been replaced by a look of pure desire.

“May I?” he asks with no need to clarify what he means.

And even if he did, the answer would still be the same. “Fuck yeah, you can,” I say, then quickly cover my mouth as that came out much louder than intended.

He chuckles into the crease where my hip meets my thigh. Then, once he’s regained his composure, he wraps his lips around the head of my cock and swirls his tongue.

My eyes roll back in my head and I let out a breathy moan that I attempt to cover with my fist. Like everything else I’ve been experiencing with Nikolai, this right here is the best it’s ever been. I’ve had my dick sucked before but never like this. His mouth, his tongue, the way his throat vibrates as he moans his own enjoyment while working me over, is better than any blowjob I’ve ever experienced.

Within minutes he has me on the brink, and I reluctantly place my hands under his jaw to encourage him to release me from the glorious wet heat of his mouth. He comes up my body with a look of concern on his face.

“Fuck, you are good at that,” I tell him. He leans in and kisses me and as soon as our lips are locked, I use my strength to flip us over, placing myself on top of him. “My turn,” I say, then quickly make my way down his body to bring my mouth to his dick before either of us can change my mind.

I grab his shaft and hold it steady, then slide my hand down enough to expose the head of his dick out from where it was covered by his foreskin. Then, closing my eyes, I lower my head and start by licking across his tip. A quick taste. A trial run to see how it feels.

Magnificent. That’s how.

As I wrap my lips all the way around the head of his cock then begin to draw him in deeper, the way his hard length feels on my tongue is better than magnificent. It’s perfect. It’s right. It’s the only thing I want to do at this moment. Use my mouth to give him pleasure.

Thanks to his soft moan and the way he’s running his hand through my hair, I think it’s safe to say I’m at least doing a decent job of it.

I draw back, bringing my lips back to the tip then slide my mouth as far back down his dick as I can. I find the place that’s as far as I can go and bring my fist there so my mouth and hand can work in tandem as I glide my lips up and down his shaft.

Finding the right technique is surprisingly easy. For one, he was working over my dick first, so I’m able to mimic what he did. And two, I’m a man myself. I have a dick, one I enjoy having very much. I know what I like. I know what feels good to me. Working with the same equipment is like accessing a cheat code. So I do all the things that I know would make my toes curl.

“Fuck…” he says slowly, drawing out the word.

I look up to see him propped up on his elbow, staring down at me. His other hand is still lightly gripping my hair. The look of complete bliss on his face makes my cheeks flush. I did that. I’m the cause of him looking at me that way.

After a few more swipes of my tongue around the head of his cock, he uses that hand to guide me off him and pull me back up his body. Then, just like I did to him, he flips us and brings me to my lie on my back. It’s quite amazing how quickly the two of us learned how to navigate this tiny bed. I guess it’s an easy task to manage when sex is the motivator.

Now that he’s on top again, he goes back to how this all started and brings our erections together between our bodies. But this time, after me working his dick over with my mouth, there’s more slip occurring between them.

With each thrust of his hips, our cocks grind and slide together. The hard muscles of his abdomen help to keep them in place and supply more pressure. The space between our bodies is tight and wet and warm, and I can feel my orgasm building.

He presses his lips to mine and begins thrusting his hips faster.

I place one of my hands on the back of his neck, keeping his lips locked to mine. My other hand finds its way to his ass. I squeeze his firm butt muscles and use my strength to press his body even more firmly against mine.

It’s so good. Too good. Better than it needs to be. But also perfect. We’re just two grown men, dry humping each other on a mattress that’s way too small for one of us.

My balls start to tighten. My abs begin to strain. And all too quickly, I come hard between us, creating a hot, sticky mess that throws him over the edge to meet me as well.

Thank god he keeps his lips attached to mine. Because if he didn’t there isn’t a doubt in my mind that this entire house would know that Nikolai Ivanov just made me come harder than I ever have in my entire life.

TWENTY-ONE

Nikolai

Never in my life have I dreaded getting out of bed in the morning as much as I am right now. Last night was perfect. Yesterday, perfect. The night before, that’s right—perfect.

This morning? Fucking awful. Second only to waking up after losing game seven of the Stanley Cup finals last season.