No, better, he’d take Alexei’s truck—
Alexei smirked and turned to unlock his door. “A few.”
“And they’re all men?” Because he was starting to think he’d need a reinforced bumper.
“Did Erik Larsson look like a girl to you?”
Mike smiled. “You really want me to answer that? I wouldn’t want to insult your taste in men.”
Alexei rolled his eyes and threw open his door. Mike could have sworn he heard him mutter “you’re one to talk” under his breath.
Chapter Ten
Alexei chucked his bag in the corner and made a beeline for the fridge. He needed a fucking beer.
Mike was killing him. Every time Alexei had turned around today, there Mike was. And no, that wasn’t actually different than any other day, but today it was making Alexei crazy. And it was his own damn fault. What the fuck had he been thinking last night when he’d crawled into bed with Mike? Never mind this morning when he’d blown the guy.
And now he’d told him about Erik, of all things.
Jesus, he had no self-control around this man.
Like, right now he should send Mike back to his apartment, banish him from sight, but Alexei didn’t bother. He was afraid he’d only go looking for Mike in the end.
He spun to give Mike a beer and found him standing six inches away.
“Back off!” he barked.
Mike immediately stepped back.
Alexei sighed. What the fuck am I doing?
“Look, Mike, this morning…the other night. It was nice.”
Mike made a face.
“Ok, fine, it was fucking fantastic. But it can’t happen again.”
“Why not? What part of fucking fantastic isn’t working for you?”
Alexei slammed his beer down on the counter. “You don’t understand. I’m not like you.”
“What does that mean?”
Shit. He really didn’t want to have to explain this. “Just trust me. I’ve been around the block. A few times. You were a virgin the day before yesterday.”
“I never should have told you that,” Mike muttered.
He grabbed Mike’s arms and yanked him in close. “I’m glad you did, because—because otherwise—” Otherwise, I might have been able to ignore all the obvious signs that we are not compatible. Because god, look at those lips. Right there. So close. He shoved Mike away and took a step back. “You need to find a nice man who can make love to you the way you want.”
“And what the hell would you know about that?”
“Will you just trust me?”
“I’d trust you with my life,” he said looking Alexei right in the eyes, his gaze glinting with the determination he brought to all of their arguments. “But I’m not going to let this go.”
Alexei gritted his teeth. “That’s just it, Michael. You like to argue with me. Debate everything. And that doesn’t work for me. Not in bed.”
It would eventually be, Alexei was sure, the goddamn deal-breaker.
So why the hell was Mike suddenly kissing him? And why the hell was Alexei kissing Mike back?
God, Mike’s tongue. Lips. His taste. Alexei could kiss him like this all night.
With a frustrated growl, he shoved Mike away again. “Did you not hear me?”
“I heard you fine,” Mike said quietly, calm in the face of Alexei’s anger.
“Then why did you kiss me?”
Mike looked at him, into him, from where he slouched against the fridge. His hands pressed to the stainless steel. Cheeks pink, chin tucked, a little smile playing on his lips. Goddamn, he got under Alexei’s skin like someone had given him the operator’s manual.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t kiss me.”
Alexei gulped. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
Mike gripped the front of his shirt and towed him closer. “Show me.”
Alexei sighed and pressed his forehead to Mike’s.
“Alexei—”
“No, I’ll hurt you. I won’t be able to resist. I can’t…I can’t not hurt you,” he confessed, almost wishing it wasn’t true. To be with this man…But no, Alexei couldn’t change who he was any more than he would force Mike to do things he wasn’t comfortable doing.
Mike leaned back and cocked his head. “Like, whips and chains and stuff?”
“No, none of that shit. Just…rough.”
“Tell me what you mean.”
At long fucking last, Mike looked serious. Almost wary.
Dancing around the truth hadn’t worked, so Alexei went with brutal honesty. “I like to be in charge. I want you do what I say, as soon as I say it. I want you to feel me—my hands, my teeth—for days afterward. To know your ass is sore from my cock and glowing red from the palm of my hand. I want you to wince when you sit, and then think of me. Do you understand?” He looked down Mike’s long, lean body and took a deep, shuddering breath. “I could not possibly touch you again and not bite your perfect ass. Hard.”
Alexei watched Mike’s face, waiting for the distaste, maybe outright disgust, to show. His breath caught in his throat when Mike’s lips curved in a slow smile.
Mike wanted to laugh. Hell, he wanted to jump up and down and whoop and then tackle Alexei to the floor and beg him to have his way with Mike. Instead, he smothered his grin—while still not being able to completely mask his smile—and watched the mixture of frustration and determination on Alexei’s face turn into panic.
It didn’t take a genius to figure that Alexei had believed Mike would run screaming when he told him the truth.
That wasn’t going to happen. Not when Mike wanted exactly what Alexei wanted. Jesus, Mike was so fucking lucky. Maybe this was some attempt by the universe to restore balance, a little slice of karmic payback for the shit in Quebec City.
Whatever it was, there was only one answer. One thing Mike needed to say.
“Yes.”
Alexei blinked. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, please?”
“You can’t mean—”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
Alexei shook his head, scowling. “No.”
“Yes. And not because it’s what you want,” Mike said quickly. Honestly. He ran his thumb over Alexei’s cheekbone and wrapped his hand around his jaw. Because he could. And because he didn’t want Alexei to run away. “I’m not saying yes because I think that’s what you want to hear.” In fact, it was fairly obvious the opposite was true, though Mike still couldn’t quite figure out why. “I want this for me. This is what I’ve always wanted. It’s just beautiful fucking kismet that what you just said, the things you want to do, I want you to do that. To me.”
“Mike, you love to argue with me. You’re arguing with me right now.”
Mike smiled. “I do. I am.”
Alexei rolled his eyes.
Mike slid his hand down Alexei’s neck and chest, feeling a thrill of power when he cupped Alexei’s erection in his palm. “And you like it.”
“Not in bed, I won’t.”
“Not in bed,” Mike agreed, a shiver working down his spine. “I promise, it never even crossed my mind to argue with you then.”
“You were upset. I took advantage of that, and I didn’t realize you’d never—”
Mike stroked his hand over Alexei’s cock again, harder. “You didn’t take advantage of me.”
“I did. That was too rough for your first time. I should have—”
“I wanted it rougher.”
“You did?” Alexei sounded genuinely bewildered. Mike almost felt sorry for him.
“I did.”
“You can’t know what you really want.”
Mike fought the urge to grind his teeth. “I’m not a child. I know what I want. What I like.”
“But you haven’t been with anyone.”
“I’ve been with you,” Mike reminded him, watching how the flush on Alexei’s cheeks deepened. It was hard not to be distracted by that. By the still-solid erection beneath
his palm, proving that Alexei didn’t mind Mike arguing with him sometimes. A lot of the time. “Let me ask you something. Your first time. Did you just lie there? Did you let him take charge?”
“No, I—” Alexei frowned harder. “That’s not the point.”
It was exactly the point. “I’ve never done a lot of things. Anything, really, that I couldn’t do to myself. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it. What it would be like. How I’d like it to be done or do it.”
He let Alexei think about that for a long moment, trying very hard not to smile at how Alexei’s hands fisted in Mike’s shirt, effectively pinning him to the refrigerator.
“I’ve never given a blow job, for example,” Mike continued innocently as he ran his palm back and forth the length of Alexei’s shaft.
Alexei’s pink cheeks went red. “Is that so?”
“But I know I’d like to. Give a blow job, I mean. I don’t have to have experience to know that would really…do it for me.”
Alexei just stared at him, green irises glowing around pinprick pupils. Mouth hanging open. It took a nice, satisfyingly long time for Alexei’s eyes to regain focus and narrow on his face. “What are you waiting for, then?”
“For you. The man in charge.”
Suddenly Mike was pinned to the refrigerator. His pulse leapt, working double-time to pump blood into his cock.
He didn’t fight Alexei’s restraint. He fucking relished it. Was mesmerized by the fierce need etched into every line of Alexei’s face.
“Suck. My. Cock.”
Alexei released him and Mike was on his knees, both hands in Alexei’s waistband before Alexei had even managed to take a step away.
The determination he’d channeled into winning his argument deserted him, replaced with a desperation that made his hands shake, his whole body shiver as he fumbled with the button at Alexei’s waist and peeled the fly open. Coordination shot, he clumsily shoved jeans and underwear out of his fucking way.
Alexei’s rigid erection hit him in the face and he dove on it with a desperate whimper, dignity be damned. He wanted the taste of Alexei’s sweat and skin on his lips. The heavy weight of Alexei’s thick shaft on his tongue. Musk filled his nose, the scent stronger, richer, sharper than he’d dreamed.
He sucked in as much air as he could before he lunged down. And choked.
He backed off quickly, fighting the need to gag and the rude noises spilling from his throat. He was furious. Frustrated by his lack of practice that didn’t come close to trumping his desire, his need, to feel Alexei in his mouth. In his throat.
Alexei’s big hand stroked his cheek. “So eager. There’s no rush.”
Mike closed his eyes and nodded when Alexei’s hand brushed his cheek again, soothed by his touch and the timbre of Alexei’s deep voice. He forced himself to slow down, then tried again, worshipping Alexei’s cock with his tongue. His lips. Figuring out what was manageable. Confirming what he loved about it—everything he’d thought he would, and the rude noises, the drool on his chin, the ache in his jaw—and set about discovering everything Alexei loved about it. The latter was trickier, but he thought he was learning to read the signs.
He wrapped a fist around Alexei’s shaft and listened to him gulp air. He dug the tip of his tongue into the slit, and noted how Alexei shifted on his feet.
Throughout, a hand petted his hair. His cheek. Quiet murmurs of pleasure and encouragement flowed over him and he sped up, so the words came faster. Louder. Mike felt drunk with relief. With joy.
He was finally doing this.
“Take my clothes off.”
Mike pulled off with a gasp and Alexei’s strong hand at the back of his neck pressed his face to Alexei’s belly. They both fought to catch their breath as Mike wrestled Alexei’s jeans down his legs and licked any and every inch of skin he could reach.
Alexei toed off his shoes and kicked out of his pants, his shirt landing on top of the pile beside them. Mike wished he could have taken it off for him, but it was just as well Alexei had spared him having to stand up. Mike was pretty sure his legs wouldn’t support him right now.
He stared at Alexei, naked, gorgeous, standing in front of him. Mike’s hypersensitive fingertips skimmed over Alexei’s long, strong legs, his thick thighs and perfectly round, rock-hard butt. Burying his face against the thatch of hair above Alexei’s cock, his forehead pressed to the soft skin on his belly, Mike inhaled deeply.
Alexei groaned. “God, what you do to me.”
The words were another caress. Another pleasure Mike stored away. Savored. He took Alexei’s shaft in his mouth again, only this time, he kept a hand around the base as he worked up and down the length. He rubbed his tongue under the head, tickling the divot there, then plunged. Retreated. Soon Alexei had a fistful of his hair and was guiding his head. He didn’t shove Mike down, though Mike sort of wished he would, gag reflex be damned, but he turned his head this way and that, sometimes smashing Mike’s face to his belly to lick around the base of his shaft, other times holding Mike away so he could gently thrust just the head through Mike’s lips.
“Jesus, Michael. So good.”
Yes, it is. Mike’s dick ached where it was bent in his pants, but he ignored it. He needed both hands on Alexei. Hell, he wished he had more than just the two. He had so many things he still wanted to try, to experience, he thought he might never get to them all in this lifetime, let alone today.
When the grip in his hair eased just a little, he pulled off Alexei’s cock with a crude popping sound that made him smile. He lifted the shaft and eagerly licked his way down the underside but then paused and looked up at Alexei.
Alexei cocked one eyebrow, clearly understanding what Mike wanted. “Go ahead.”
Mike opened his mouth wide against Alexei’s firm sac and sucked the soft skin into his mouth. With a roll of his tongue, he eased one ball past his teeth and wrapped his lips around it.
Alexei hissed, “Holy shit,” his voice a strangled mixture of laugh and groan. The hand in his hair curled into a tight fist again.
Mike hummed, intending only to indicate he’d heard.
Alexei shuddered under his hands. ”Fuck!”
So Mike hummed again, leaning in when Alexei rose up onto the balls of his feet, his grip on Mike’s hair eye-watering. He massaged Alexei’s sac with his lips. His tongue. He’d seen this, read about it, but as with everything else he’d tried so far, the reality was so much fucking better. The salty taste, the even more intense musk, set his blood on fire. His poor cock, still trapped and at an ever-more unfortunate angle in his jeans, strained and ached.
He wrapped a hand around Alexei’s big thigh and pushed it away. Up. Trying to lift it.
Alexei grunted above him. “What are you doing?”
“Please,” Mike said, his voice muffled as he released Alexei’s sac and nosed along the seam. He felt frantic. Pushed harder on Alexei’s leg. It was awkward as hell, his neck straining, but Mike shoved his nose behind Alexei’s balls and licked along his perineum.
Alexei froze, then Mike’s head was yanked away by the fierce grip in his hair.
“If you’re going to do it, let’s do it right.”
Mike’s cheeks burned. “I don’t know how,” he admitted.
“Yes, you do. You were doing it better and with more enthusiasm than anyone else I’ve ever been with.”
Mike felt his flush deepen at the compliment. Then he watched, wide-eyed, as Alexei turned, slid a knee onto the island counter, and spread himself open.
He’d seen Alexei go almost into a split in the goal, but this was just…wow.
Mike threw caution and every insecurity he had about his inexperience to the wind. If Alexei liked enthusiastic, he’d fucking get it. Mike buried his face against Alexei’s ass, running his tongue the length of the crease and bumping over the knot of muscles before tickling the perineum again. He lavished his attention there, licking, sucking, biting as best he could, his hands clamped around the glo
bes of Alexei’s ass to spread him open and tilt him to Mike’s mouth.
He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but Alexei clearly liked it. He shoved his ass into Mike’s face, barking out orders that Mike gleefully followed.
At Alexei’s command, Mike teased the tip of his tongue around the edges of Alexei’s anus, soothing the muscles there. He’d done this with his fingers to himself countless times, but he was still amazed to feel Alexei’s muscles easing. To hear Alexei shouting his approval.
He thrust a finger into his mouth, then pressed the tip right alongside his tongue.
“Put that finger in me, Michael. Now.”
Mike eased forward gently.
“Harder! Push it in!”
Mike shoved his finger deep into Alexei’s ass and Alexei cried out something in Russian, his hips rocking. For one stunned moment, all Mike could do was stare at his finger plunging in and out of Alexei’s ass.
He was perilously close to coming in his pants. “God, that’s so hot,” he breathed.
“Another.”
“What?”
“Another finger, Michael. Now.”
Mike did as he was told, his arm shaking, his head spinning. Alexei barked out orders, each one dragging Mike closer to the abyss. He thrust and scissored with his fingers, fucking Alexei exactly as he demanded.
Mike fucking loved it. Too much, it seemed. Without so much of a brush of a hand against his cock, he was losing it. “Shit, I’m going to come. I’m gonna—”
He gasped when Alexei grabbed his wrist and yanked his fingers out of Alexei’s ass. Alexei grunted at their abrupt departure, then spun and took Mike’s face in both his hands.
“You don’t come until I tell you to. Understand?”
Mike nodded, his stomach knotted from the need that had been boiling there for what felt like hours. Being told he wasn’t allowed to climax only brought him that much closer to the edge. Jesus, how did Alexei know how to push all his buttons?
“Yes,” Mike said, his voice hoarse. “I understand.”
Alexei held his upturned face and stared at him like he’d never seen him before.
“You really do want this,” Alexei said, amazed.
“More than anything.”
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