“I’m not being quiet now.”
Sacha rolled his eyes, feeling Jonah everywhere from his toes to his fingertips. “I did not ask you to be.”
It was an exchange that could’ve lasted forever, and if not for the burning arousal making his eyes mist, Sacha might’ve let it. But his desire for Jonah won out. He pulled back and rubbed his hands over Jonah’s pale skin, leaving marks that built a possessive growl in his chest. The lube was close, but he found himself ignoring it and dropping to his knees behind Jonah, pressing his face to his hole.
His mouth made contact and Jonah jumped, perhaps expecting something else. Something harder and thicker than the feather-light touch of Sacha’s lips and tongue. “Fuck.”
Sacha smiled and slipped his tongue further inside Jonah, probing, circling, searching for the cadence that made Jonah’s strong thighs shake, and Sacha’s own cock pulse with need.
The sounds Jonah made were everything. Sacha had long been addicted to mapping the pleasure points of the souls he shared a bed with, but Jonah was a whole new thrill. Sacha had never wanted someone so much. Had never trembled with want like he was right now.
His own moans escaped him. Shocked him.We’re not even fucking yet. And they wouldn’t ever get to that if Sacha couldn’t tear himself away from taking Jonah like this. He wondered if Jonah could come this way, with just Sacha’s tongue inside him. Then he flipped the consideration to himself and pondered the ridiculous level his arousal had already reached. If Sacha didn’t fight it, it wouldn’t have taken much to push him over the edge.
Unbidden, Sacha’s hand drifted from Jonah’s hip and to his own dick. He took himself in hand and squeezed, but the rush of pleasure was too much. If he wanted to fuck Jonah, he had to stop. Like,right now, and it was another new sensation Sacha didn’t quite understand. He’d always prided himself on restraint. He could fuck all night if he wanted to, not coming until the final throes of an encounter. His self-control was absolute, his edging game flawless. But…this was Jonah Gray. Apparently, his bewitching powers extended beyond the fact that he’d coaxed Sacha into a third encounter.
Farbeyond.
Sacha drew back, leaving wet kisses in his wake, and up the wicked path of Jonah’s spine again.
Jonah shook beneath him, a layer of sweat dampening his skin.
Sacha’s dickached. He grabbed for the condoms with clumsy hands. He ripped one from the strip and tore it open with his teeth. “I’m going to fuck you now. Is that okay?”
“I’d murder you if you didn’t.”
Sacha laughed, deep from his belly, in a way he hadn’t for a very long time.
Jonah raised his head and turned his gaze over his shoulder, snaring Sacha in a trap of forest green and surprise. “Deadly rage amuses you?”
“Youamuse me,luchik.”
“Yeah? What else?”
“What else do you do to me?”
“Yes. Tell me.”
Sacha didn’t usually talk so much when he was fucking someone, but giving Jonah what he wanted had become so important that words spilled out with little thought. Raw. Unfiltered. “You make me think less and think more at the same time. It is very strange.”
“Strange how?”
Sacha rolled the condom onto his dick and finally reached for the lube. “It is strange because I have never felt such things until I met you,” he said, but in Russian, so Jonah could not understand him.
“That’s not fair.”
“I know, but I don’t always know how to say things in your language.”
“So you cheat.”
“No, I say them anyway. It is not my fault you don’t speak Russian.”
Jonah laughed, as deep and free as Sacha had done. His eyes blazed at Sacha a moment longer before he dropped his head.
Sacha missed the connection, but the feeling was brief as heat rose between them again. Jonah called to him like a siren. He gripped his cock and guided it to Jonah, easing inside with a slow slide, closing his eyes as Jonah’s tight warmth enveloped him.
It was as consuming as he remembered, traversing every muscle and nerve, wiping all thoughts from Sacha’s brain except the overwhelming need to move. To drive in and out of Jonah with a rhythm that made Jonah groan and arch his back.
Sacha fucked him with steady thrusts, intensity building with every snap of his hips. He’d had wild plans to draw it out and fuck Jonah for hours and hours, until the sun rose and it was time to go to work, but Jonah’s spell on Sacha was complete.