Cervena (13 page)

“Sasha….” I placed a hand on his head and made him look up. “You need to know… you have nothing to worry about. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’ve been tested twice since then.”

Sasha reddened. “I didn’t think. I just… I….”

“Don’t worry.” I stroked his cheek.

“You don’t have to worry about me either. I’ve never done this.”

“I know.” I withdrew my hand, wondering if I’d spoiled the mood, but the conversation had been necessary. He needed to know I’d make sure he was safe.

My thoughts returned to my arousal as Sasha tugged down my boxer briefs and nuzzled my groin, letting my cock slide along the side of his face. Relieved to feel the door behind my shoulders, I allowed my weight to rest on it and shuffled my feet as far apart as the pants bunched around my knees would allow. Sasha blew gently on my balls, a warm brush of air, before he followed it with a swipe of his tongue. My knees trembled, and I laid a hand on his shoulder to support myself. He lifted his head and placed a kiss on the leaking tip of my cock, then rested his palms on my thighs.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing.” His tone was apologetic.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” He peeked up through his lashes and smiled. “I’m just warning you, I probably won’t be very good.”

“Sasha, anything you do will be good. You’ve no idea how much you turn me on. But don’t do things to please me if it’s not what you want.”

“I’m not.” He grasped my cock in one hand and guided it between his lips. I expected him to be tentative in his explorations, but he sucked half of my length into his mouth and promptly gagged. He released me, flushing, and muttered what I’d guessed previously was a Russian curse.

“Take your time.” I combed my fingers through his hair and massaged the back of his neck.

“Uh huh.” He didn’t take me in his mouth again immediately, but instead licked and nibbled his way up and down my shaft while he stroked the base in a firm grip and caressed my balls in his other hand. When he reached my partly exposed head, he swirled his tongue around the tip, teasing my foreskin back until it uncovered the crown. Flattening his tongue, he applied pressure to the thick vein in the underside of my cock, then returned to the tip and licked at my slit until it gave up another bead of precome for him to taste.

“Fuck!” I clenched my fist around a handful of his hair and had to force myself to relax my grip when he winced. I returned my hand to his shoulder and held on as he carefully took the head of my cock into his mouth again, sucked firmly, and let it slip free. Again he licked and teased, then took more of me in—two inches, then three. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked and continued to work me with both hands. I’d had a number of experienced lovers in my time, but it didn’t seem to matter if Sasha was tentative or clumsy, as he learned what made me squirm and groan. I was falling for him, and having the one who’d become so important to me in such a short space of time want to please me like this, made it all the more exciting.

My balls drew up and my cock swelled, much too soon. I didn’t want it to be over, but it had been a long time for me and there was no way I could hold on. The sensations of his hands and mouth were too much.

“Sasha.” I squeezed his shoulder. “Stop, baby. I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t stop, and when I looked down at his red lips stretched around me and his hand pumping the lower half of my shaft, I came in long pulses. My cock jerked on his tongue, and he gulped around me, allowing only one small droplet of my fluid to escape from the corner of his mouth. He released me and wiped his chin with one finger, then sat back on his heels. His erection jutted from between his thighs and a bead of precome rolled from his slit, making my mouth water.

“Get up.” I reached for his hand, not sure I had the strength to pull him up. He rose and pressed close, his erection pushing against my stomach.

“Was it okay?”

“It was more than okay. I can usually last longer than that.” Still breathless, I kissed his cheek. “But now it’s my turn. Will you come to bed with me?”

“You want to fuck me?”

“I do, but not yet.” The way I felt, shaky and weak, I doubted I’d be able to get it up again for a while. But even if I hadn’t just come, I didn’t intend for us to have penetrative sex yet. I wasn’t even sure I had condoms. It had been so long that if there were any left in my bathroom, they were probably out of date. Even though neither of us had anything to worry about, I wouldn’t do it without them.

“Okay.” He took a step away from me and toed off his shoes so he could remove the trousers and underwear that hampered his movements. I did the same, and we both took off our socks last. Then I stood naked with him for the first time. His gaze drifted down my body and back up to my face. I doubted he’d be as impressed by what he saw as I was when I looked at him. Every inch of him was beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to lavish my attention on him. I took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

I didn’t bother to close the drapes. The building was one of the tallest in the city and there were no others close enough for the occupants to see into the penthouse, unless they had powerful binoculars. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew Sasha onto my lap. He straddled me and his erection bumped against my stomach while his balls rested lightly on my softened cock. I’d been wrong about not being able to get it up again for a while. My dick stirred and slowly filled as Sasha brought our lips together in another heated kiss. He gyrated on my thighs, rubbing himself against my belly in an effort to gain some friction. I tucked my hands under his ass, squeezed the firm globes, and stroked the tips of my fingers along his crack. He broke the kiss and tucked his face into my neck with a groan.

“Is this okay?” I lowered myself back onto the bed, bringing him with me so that most of his weight rested on my torso.

“Yes.” He shuffled with me into the middle of the bed, his legs still spread wide and his knees resting either side of my hips. I groped for the lube I kept in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. I couldn’t quite reach, and I was forced to roll Sasha off me so I could get to it. When I turned back to him, he had stretched out on his side.

“Lie on your back.”

He turned over and lay with one knee drawn up, thighs slightly parted. His cock rested on his stomach, rigid and leaking, his foreskin fully rolled back. I moved over him and nudged his leg with my knee, encouraging him to spread himself open. He closed his eyes and rested an arm across his face. His chest heaved as he breathed, and he curled his free hand into a fist on the bed. Following his eager attempts to please me, now he seemed unsure and embarrassed, although his erection hadn’t softened. I touched his raised knee, then trailed my fingers lightly along his thigh to his hip.

“I won’t hurt you,” I murmured.

“I know.”

It felt good that he trusted me, despite my having disappeared for two months, leaving him at the mercy of Karel’s decisions. I stroked from his hip bone to his groin, then along the inside of his thigh to his knee. His flesh quivered beneath my touch, and he sank his teeth into his lower lip.

“You’re beautiful. I’ve wanted to touch you since that first night you showed up at the club and I asked you to get on the dance floor. You’re so hot when you dance.”

Sasha released his lip from between his teeth and removed his arm from across his eyes. “But you didn’t want me to dance anymore.”

“I didn’t want anyone else to look at you or try to touch you.” I met his eyes and smiled. “If you ever wanted to dance just for me, I wouldn’t complain.”

“I’ll remember that.” His lips curved up at the corners and he relaxed, allowing his bent knee to fall outward until it rested on the mattress and exposed the area behind his balls that had been hidden in shadow. My cock throbbed as I thought of him giving me a private dance, right here in my apartment. Ignoring it, I returned to the task in hand—pleasuring Sasha.

I began by exploring his body with gentle touches, but despite his squirming under my hands and the little moans and whimpers that burst from his lips, I didn’t touch his cock or his balls until he finally spoke.

“Please, Joel.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me. My dick… my balls… inside….” He groaned deeply as I brushed my fingers over his sac. The soft wrinkled skin became taut as his balls pulled up against his body. A small puddle of precome formed close to his navel and a sticky string trailed from the tip of his cock.

“You’re close.” Cupping his balls, I tugged firmly and his breath hitched. “Breathe. Slow and deep.”

He struggled to comply, and after a few breaths, his orgasm receded a little. He was still close, but I probably had a few more minutes. I reached for the lube, uncapped it, and squeezed some onto my fingers. Sasha watched, eyes half-closed and lips parted as he continued to take long, steady breaths.

I reached down and traced the ridge of his perineum back to his tight puckered hole, then circled it slowly. “Has anyone done this to you before?”

“No. I’ve done it myself a few times.”

I continued my slow circling, then ran my index finger back and forth over his anus, applying gentle pressure. He twitched under my touch, and his cock jerked against his belly. He made no move to touch it, even though I hadn’t asked him not to. When I pressed harder against him, my finger slid into his tight heat, up to the first knuckle. Sasha moaned and arched his back. I withdrew a little, then pushed in deeper, sliding past the ring of muscle. Completely relaxed, he didn’t show any sign of discomfort, but he was so tight. My dick leaked as I thought of filling him with it and feeling his body gripping me.

I added more lube and gradually worked a second finger into his body. He groaned and drew his brows together in a frown as his breathing quickened. I paused and let him grow accustomed to the invasion before I moved again. Eventually he relaxed, and I pressed deeper, searching for the small bump of his prostate. When I found it, he arched his body up again and cried out. “Joel! So close.
Fuck
. I need to….” He reached for his cock, but I pushed his hand away.

“Let me.” Bending over him, I wrapped my free hand around his shaft and guided the tip into my mouth. The bitter taste of precome exploded on my tongue, and I licked at his slit, urging more to ooze from it. When I took him deeper into my throat, I began to thrust with my fingers, carefully but firmly, bumping his prostate with each upward curl. He stretched his arms above his head and clutched at the decorative metal headboard, the small muscles in his arms bulging. His mouth opened as he panted for breath, and he closed his eyes, long lashes fluttering. I moved my hands and mouth in time with each other, and Sasha pulled his knees up again, feet flat on the mattress to give him leverage as he bucked his hips. I quickened my pace to encourage him, but it was already over. Thick spurts of fluid filled my mouth and I swallowed, then continued to suck out the last drops until he lowered his hands to my head and pushed at me.

“Please… stop. Oh fuck!”

I released him and withdrew my fingers, and he lowered his hands and his legs back onto the bed. His slender frame appeared boneless, limbs splayed out, chest heaving. Sweat glistened on his forehead and upper lip, and the flush of color gradually receded from his face and chest. I wiped the lube off my hand and lay down at his side. When I draped my arm across his waist, he turned toward me and nestled against my chest.

“So good.”

“I love touching you.” I kissed the top of his head and held him closer.

“Me too. But next time, I want you to fuck me.”

Chapter Nine

I WOKE
to the faint sound of running water. For a moment I lay still, trying to remember if I’d left a tap on, but then I remembered Sasha had stayed the night with me. The sound came from behind the door of my en suite. Grinning, I rolled over onto the side of the bed he’d slept in and breathed in his scent from the pillow. My morning wood throbbed beneath me, and I gyrated my hips, gaining a little friction from the mattress.

“Next time I want you to fuck me.”
His words echoed in my head and I suppressed a groan. One of the first tasks for that day would be to buy condoms.

I waited impatiently for Sasha to finish in the bathroom. The need to piss warred with arousal, and by the time he emerged with one of my towels wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping, my cock had softened. I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

Sasha flushed and grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Oh, you know that expression, then.” Winking, I reached out to tug him between my knees. A droplet of water rolled from his collarbone down the side of his chest and onward. I leaned in to capture it with my tongue before it reached the towel. His warm, damp skin smelled of the ocean-scented shower gel I used and I lingered, trailing kisses across his abs until his cock rose and pushed against the towel. Reluctantly I maneuvered him away and stood up. “Give me a couple of minutes, okay?”

“Okay.” Sasha pulled the towel free and rubbed it over his hair, giving me a glimpse of his erection before he turned his back. I hurried into the bathroom to take care of business. A new toothbrush along with its discarded packaging lay on the side of the sink, indicating Sasha had made use of one of the spares I kept in the cabinet. When I was done, I checked the small cupboard for condoms, just in case. My cock had hardened while I stood in front of the sink, toothbrush in hand, and I ached to press Sasha onto the mattress and push into his body. But I found a single dusty square of foil in the corner of the cupboard that had been there who knew how long. Without the box to tell me its expiry date, I wouldn’t risk it.

I opened the bathroom door and found Sasha sprawling on the bed, idly stroking his chest. My gaze slid lower to his erection and mine twitched, eager for contact. I climbed onto the bed and pulled Sasha into my arms, rolling him so that I rested between his thighs. The thick length of his cock rubbed against mine as he squirmed under me, and I shivered when he ran blunt nails down my back. I lowered my head and brushed my lips over his, then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw to his neck. A faint shadow of growth roughened his skin, and I took care not to graze him with my own stubble. I pressed his thighs farther apart and braced my knees between his, lifting myself enough to take my weight off him but not so much that our dicks lost contact. He slipped a hand between us, curled his fingers around my shaft, and rubbed it against his own.