by Alexa Land
“That,” I grinned, “is an excellent reaction.”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, staring at me in open admiration.
“Speaking of fucking,” I said with a big cheesy grin, “do you feel like going one more round, you on top this time? I want to be sore tomorrow, too.”
“Christ, Jamie, you’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, crossing the room to me and running his hand down my back and over my ass.
“Is that a yes?”
He smiled at me and said, “Of course it’s a yes.” I started to sit up, but he gently pushed me back down and said, “Stay just like that.”
I did as I was told and he grabbed something from the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Open your legs for me, baby.”
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” I asked as I spread my legs a few inches.
He gave me a devilish smile. “Nope. This time, only you’re going to be naked.”
My cock liked that idea, and throbbed appreciatively underneath me. I ground my hips against the mattress, enjoying a bit of friction, and Dmitri applied some lube to his fingers. He reached between my legs and began to gently massage my hole, tracing little circles around my opening before pushing a finger into me. “Mmmm,” I murmured, and wiggled my ass a little.
“Hold still, baby,” he whispered. “Let me take control.”
A little shiver of pleasure cascaded down my spine, and I told him, “I’m yours. Do whatever you want.”
His other hand came to rest on my lower back as he began to slowly finger fuck me. I relaxed as he whispered words of encouragement, and then carefully worked a second finger into me alongside the first. “Oh God yes,” I murmured, loving how full I felt, loving the sensations his skillful fingers were creating in me.
He fucked me slowly, patiently, with two fingers and then added a third, breaking me in, getting me ready to take him. And then he whispered, “This is about to get a lot more intense, baby.”
And he hit that magic spot deep inside me with the tip of his finger as I cried out. The pleasure was absolutely mind-boggling and I bucked against the mattress, moaning, “Oh God, Dmitri,” clutching the quilt with both hands, spreading my legs wide.
“Do you want me to make you cum this way, Jamie?”
I shook my head and managed, “No. Fuck me. Please,” as he kept up a gentle pressure on that spot.
He pulled his fingers out of me and I yelled in dismay. He quickly hopped up between my legs and unzipped his shorts, then put on a condom and applied lube to himself before positioning his cock at my opening. All of that took maybe thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity as I writhed and panted and begged him to hurry.
And then he was inside me, mounting me in one long, steady push. “Oh fuck yes,” I ground out as his thick cock filled me, stretched me.
He gave me some time to adjust, then thrust into me, his hands on my waist as he established a rhythm inside me. I was practically incoherent. I think I was gasping the word ‘yes’ over and over again as he fucked me.
And then he took me deeper, pushing most of his length into me, which made me yell uninhibitedly. He didn’t stop. He kept driving into me as I went completely primal beneath him, moaning, panting, bucking, oblivious to everything but the pleasure. My orgasm tore from my body and I thrust my cock into the mattress beneath me as Dmitri pounded my ass. In the next moment he was crying out too as he found his release.
I was utterly, thoroughly spent, but also completely happy. Dmitri collapsed onto my back for a few moments, gasping for breath, before pushing himself up and carefully pulling out of me. He said something to me, then asked a question, and my reply was something along the lines of, “Mmmm.”
He chuckled softly and went into the bathroom. I was almost asleep by the time he came back and rolled me over. I felt a warm wet cloth on my skin, followed by a dry one. He was taking care of me, cleaning me up. “Love you so much,” I mumbled, eyes closed.
Dmitri pulled me into his arms and whispered, “I love you, Jamie.” I felt so safe, so loved as I snuggled against his warm skin, breathed in his familiar scent, completely at peace as sleep took me.
Chapter Ten
We overslept the next day. Well, Dmitri did, anyway. I didn’t actually have any place to go, so the concept of oversleeping didn’t really apply to me. “I’m going to get a quick shower. Then I’ll need to take off,” he told me, kissing me quickly as he rolled out of bed.
“It’s your club. Does it really matter if you’re late?” I asked as I stretched luxuriously.
“Remember all those interviews I pushed back to today? The first one’s in twenty five minutes. If I cancel on this guy again, he’s going to think I’m blowing him off. And he’s the one I really want for the bartender job.” Dmitri paused at the door to the bathroom and said, looking uncomfortable, “Ok, this is going to sound super gross, but can I borrow your toothbrush? I really don’t have time to run home to use mine.”
I had to grin at that. He didn’t think twice about taking my cock in his mouth, but my toothbrush was another matter. “There’s actually a new one in the cupboard. I got a five-pack at Costco, so you’re in luck. And obviously help yourself to anything else you need.”
“Thanks.” He ducked into the bathroom.
I decided to be helpful, so I rolled out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt (the Pink Godzilla one Dmitri had been wearing yesterday) and shorts from the floor, and pulled them on. Then I went over to the new clothes piled on a chair in the corner and put an outfit together for Dmitri. As I pulled off the price tags, I mused that this was all going to be a bit baggy on him since he wore a size smaller than I did. But then I thought, Good. That way the bartender candidates won’t get to ogle my man’s assets.
Ah, jealousy. What a pointless emotion.
I found his shoes and belt and set them with the outfit. Then I scooped up his clothes, which my nephews had pretty much destroyed yesterday, and set them in my laundry basket. There was still one thing he needed, and with a wicked grin I went to my dresser and found one of the pairs of skimpy underwear that Jess had insisted I buy. This one was basically a tight-fitting black jock strap. I had to wonder if Jess watched more gay porn than I did to come up with something like that.
I’d just added the jock strap to the rest of the outfit when someone knocked on my door. Another sister invasion, I assumed, and with a dramatic sigh went and opened my front door. And my eyes went wide with shock.
Charlie – Charlie! – my ex stood there, looking crisp and pulled together in a light blue short sleeved Oxford shirt and khakis. “Hey Jamie. Is this a bad time?”
I couldn’t form words for a minute, I was that completely stunned. I’d avoided him like the plague since he broke up with me five months ago. And to now be confronted by my former friend, my former boyfriend, my former almost-lover, all before coffee (and before toothpaste…and a shower…and a comb) was just a little too much to process.
“Can I come in?” he asked, his brow wrinkling in concern as his pale green eyes slid from my rumpled hair to my rumpled clothes.
I stepped back automatically, and he brushed past me into my apartment. He looked around curiously, as if he expected big changes since he’d been gone. And while he did that, I just stared at him.
Charlie was dark haired, 6’2 and broad-shouldered, and still had the muscle definition of a football player, which he used to be in high school. He looked good, as much as I hated to admit it. His fake straight lifestyle was apparently agreeing with him, and I almost said so, except that even in my head it sounded catty.
I finally did manage to say, “What’re you doing here, Charlie?” I wished to God I’d had a shower this morning and put on some of my new clothes. He really had a way of bringing out my insecurities, and not being dressed like a disheveled high school kid would’ve helped shore up my self-esteem a bit.
Charlie turned his gaze away from my living room and focused on me, h
is brows again knitting in concern. And he said, “I ran into your brother-in-law Jeff at Flannigan’s during Monday Night Football. He…well, he told me some worrisome things, Jamie.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. San Francisco sometimes felt like such a small town. “Like what?” I asked, as if I didn’t already know what he was about to say.
Charlie shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. The polite thing would have been to offer him a seat. But I wasn’t feeling polite, so I just let him stand there and fidget. After a moment he said, “Well, he told me…he said you’re dating some guy, some criminal. Naturally, I got concerned. So I thought I’d come here, talk to you. Plus, I wanted to see how you were. I’ve been worried about you. I know you took…well, everything kind of hard….”
“You mean when you broke up with me to go off and pretend to be straight? Yeah, you could say I took that hard,” I told him, anger building as I anticipated his rebuttal.
And there it was: “We didn’t break up, Jamie. We were never really together.”
I seriously wanted to punch him in the face. But instead, I managed to keep my voice relatively steady as I told him, “So even now, you’re living in denial. That’s fucking awesome, Charlie. That after eight years of telling me you loved me, you can now pretend that none of it ever happened.”
“I did love you, Jamie. I do love you. As a friend.”
“You know it was more than that.”
“To you, maybe….”
“Oh, cut the crap, Charlie! You can lie to the world, you can lie to yourself, but don’t for one fucking minute think you can lie to me. I was in love with you, and you cannot pretend that it wasn’t mutual. I know you loved me, even if you never had the guts to fuck me. And for you to now pretend it was something less? That’s fucking insulting.”
Charlie sighed with frustration and crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, Jamie, I didn’t come here to rehash the past. I came here to see if you’re ok. Obviously I fucked up. Obviously I hurt you. And I’m sorry for that, ok?”
Yeah, he sounded real sorry. He waited for a response, but all I did was cross my arms over my chest, too, and glare at him.
And then he said, “So, is this thing you’re doing with some criminal your way of trying to hurt me back? Or is it an attempt at getting my attention? Ok then: you have my attention. Here I am. Is this what you wanted?” He actually had the nerve to sound annoyed with me.
I stared at him for a long moment. “You always were one arrogant son of a bitch, Charlie Connolly, but that’s over the top even for you.”
“Jamie – ”
“Nothing I do now has the first fucking thing to do with you! Since I’ve been with Dmitri, I’ve barely given you a second thought!”
“Really.” He looked smug, and I again had to fight the urge to punch him.
“I’m not with Dmitri to get your attention!” I fumed. “I’m with him because he’s sweet, and kind, and fun, and sexy as hell, and amazing in bed, and a million other good things. Oh, and he’s fucking gorgeous. I mean drop-dead beautiful. And really, that doesn’t even begin to cover it!”
Charlie sighed, that fucking annoying smug expression still on his face as he said, “Come on, Jamie. It’s so obvious that you’re inventing this perfect guy to try and make me jealous.”
Just then Dmitri strolled into the room, saying, “Hey baby, why don’t you drive me to work today? Then you can use the Maserati while I’m conducting those interviews.” I turned to look at him. He was twirling his key ring around a long, graceful finger – and good Lord, he was dressed only in the little black jock strap I’d set out for him, exposing almost every inch of his absolutely flawless body. He smiled brightly, displaying his perfect teeth and perfect dimples, and said, “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t realize we had a visitor.”
He crossed the room to me and put his arm around my waist, then planted a big, wet kiss on my lips before slipping the keys into my pocket and turning his gaze to Charlie. “Hi. I’m Dmitri Teplov, Jamie’s boyfriend.” His smile increased another few hundred megawatts and he stuck out his hand. Charlie shook it automatically, looking like the proverbial deer in headlights.
“Charlie Connolly,” he managed.
Dmitri turned to me then and said with a smoldering look, “Come join me in the bedroom, baby, when you’re done here.” He planted another ostentatious kiss on my lips before turning and strolling out of the room. As he walked away, his perfect ass was totally exposed in that skimpy jock strap, framed like the work of art that it was by a few well-placed black elastic bands.
I fought with all I had not to burst out laughing. Man, he’d laid it on thick! I turned to look at Charlie, who was staring wide-eyed at Dmitri’s retreating butt.
I managed to say, “Sorry to cut this short, Charlie, but I’ve got to get going. See ya around,” without totally cracking up, and opened the door. He stepped out into the hall, completely dazed, and stared into my eyes like he was seeing me for the first time. I smiled cheerfully and closed the door in his face.
Wow, was that satisfying!
I hurried to the bedroom and found Dmitri standing beside the bed, still dressed only in that jock strap, nervously chewing his thumbnail. “Was that ok?” he asked. “Did I lay it on too thick? You’re not mad at me, are you? It was just pissing me off, the way he was talking to you, so I–”
I grabbed him and pulled him down onto the mattress with me, and hugged him tightly as laughter burst from me. I rolled over on top of him and peppered him with kisses, and told him, “I love you so much, Dmitri. I mean so fucking much!” My lips found his and I kissed him passionately as his hands wrapped around my waist.
When I finally sat up and looked down at him, he was grinning happily. “Oh good. You’re not mad.”
“Mad? Hell no. That was better than every revenge fantasy I dreamt up after Charlie dumped me, combined.”
He smiled at me and said innocently, “Well, what’s the point in having a hot boyfriend if you can’t use him to make your exes jealous?”
“You are hot. Modest, too,” I grinned.
“I suppose doing that to Charlie was kind of mean of me,” he said, smiling and lightly caressing my waist. “And mentioning the car was just gratuitous.”
“It was. And thank you,” I said, leaning forward and kissing him again. Then I remembered something and jumped up quickly. “Oh shit, Dmitri, your interview! I’m so sorry I made you miss it!”
“You didn’t. I texted my office assistant when Charlie got here and told her to reschedule my first interview for noon. You were right before when you pointed out that it is, in fact, my club and I can go in when I want.”
“So, you have two hours before you need to go in?” I asked mischievously.
Dmitri stood up and kissed the tip of my nose. “No, I have interviews scheduled every thirty minutes. And I’m going to miss the second one if you don’t stop being such an irresistible temptation.” He grabbed the polo shirt I’d laid out for him and pulled it over his head.
“I’m not that irresistible if you’re getting dressed.”
He smiled at me and pulled on the pants, then ran the belt around his waist as he told me, “You have no idea. And I’m sorry I have to go, but I’ll spend all day tomorrow making it up to you if you’ll let me.”
“Tomorrow? What about tonight?’
“I’m going to have a late night at the club,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling on his socks and shoes. “You’d be asleep by the time I got home.”
“Oh.” I felt deflated all of a sudden, which was ridiculous. It wasn’t like he was required to spend every moment of his life with me.
He looked at me closely. “Is that ok?”
“Sure. Of course.” Ok, so my self-esteem was a house of cards, ready to get knocked down with even the slightest tremor. Seeing Charlie this morning had already shaken my confidence to its foundation. And now I was doing even more damage to myself by remembering the night I’d me
t Dmitri, remembering the boys at the club, lined up to meet him. No, I didn’t think he was going there to pick up men. But that whole environment just made me feel really insecure.
“Baby,” he said softly, “I’m going to be there for business. Not pleasure. You know that, right?’
“Yeah. Of course.” I bit my lip, then blurted out, “I guess…I guess I don’t know what kind of business you’d have there at eleven, twelve o’clock at night, but sure.” Ok, now I sounded like a jealous, suspicious asshole. I could be so fucking stupid sometimes.
“The kind of business I do for my uncle,” Dmitri said quietly. “Tonight I’m entertaining delegates from one of the most powerful crime families on the eastern seaboard. It’s going to involve lots of ass-kissing, hundreds of dollars worth of my finest liquor, and a few working girls hired for the gentlemen. It’s all very sleazy, all very shameful, and I will most definitely be keeping my dick in my pants throughout all of it.”