Lead and Follow(56)

“Just like that.” He bowed forward. His fists planted on the outside of Lizzie’s hips, but still he didn’t touch her. He couldn’t. Not yet.

He knew what she hoped for, in her soft pant and the way her hips tipped toward his mouth, but not this time. He couldn’t link them until he could take all of her—everything he’d wanted for so long.

There’d be no stopping him this time.

Paul wedged a hand over Dima’s ass, holding him open. Dima hissed at the first nudge of Paul’s cock. The slight sting. The deep and dark pressure.

Taboo, dangerous, goddamn gorgeous.

Dima dropped his head back at the invasion. It had been years since he’d taken another man, even without Lizzie watching the whole time. Her eyes burned with fascination, her lips open and glossy. The soft stroke of her fingers over her wet pussy distracted Dima until Paul was seated hip deep.

God, he was so much. Overwhelming. Especially when Paul shuddered and bent his forehead to the nape of Dima’s neck.

“Good,” he growled. “Good, fuck. Oh, so good.”

Dima couldn’t help a small smile. That was what he got out of bottoming, a feeling that he’d given his partner a gift unlike anything else, that he’d taken Paul’s world and completely shaken it up. He would forever be the first man Paul had fucked, which was only the icing on the cake.

“I’m glad you like it.” He smoothed one hand behind him, caressing the back of Paul’s head. Testing the thrust and fill, he flexed his ass. “Now fuck me.”

Paul huffed a short breath. “I’m so not going to last long.”

Lizzie liked that. Her eyelids drooped, and she pinched one of her dusky nipples. “Dima’s perfection, isn’t he? Worth your first time.”

“God, yes.”

“That’s it.” Dima moaned quietly. “Deep as you can.”

Paul started slow, his cock stroking languorously, but his pace didn’t stay that way. He drew long, juddering flourishes of pleasure from Dima. Hovering over Lizzie while Paul pulled in and out of his ass was only the crowning touch. He grabbed handfuls of twisted sheets, holding back the blooming pleasure as Paul slid over his prostate. Good was such an understatement.

Lizzie grinned. “Right here, Dima. Did you ever think?” Her fingers dipped into her pussy. She lifted them to her mouth, licking, before touching them to Dima’s lips.

Salty, clean and sweet at the same time. His Lizzie, no matter how this worked out. He sucked two of her fingers into his mouth. His tongue darted all around, cleaning her taste away. Taking it into himself.

He was riding so high on a wire. Sparks threw out, shining down his body. Paul worked his ass. Lizzie was so close, all soft flesh and toned muscle. He dove his hand into her hair and angled her neck to reveal another curve—one meant for him to take and mark. He locked his teeth on that vulnerable tendon and bit down.

“That’s what you don’t get,” he whispered. “I did think. Over and over.”

This moment wasn’t quite it. The taste was slightly off, like slamming down the wrong drink—something nearly as good, but not what he wanted.

He traced his mouth down to her breast, bit the tight bead of her nipple and licked it with the flat of his tongue. “I’ve thought of fucking you more times than I can count.”

Something about that worked on Lizzie, because her hand stuttered in her cunt and a low groan stuttered out of her slender throat.

Dima locked his hand over hers. Wetness slipped between their fingers, her pussy trapped beneath. “No,” he said sharply. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

“Fuck, that’s dirty,” Paul muttered.

He thrust once, twice, slamming harder. Sharp pleasure rocked all the way up Dima’s spine, but he held back the orgasm tingling in his own balls. He had a plan. Of course he did.

Paul’s hands froze, locked deep around Dima’s hips as he came. Two more surges coincided with a stream of curses from the easygoing man. Another rush of exhilaration swept Dima’s vision dark. The power was all that mattered. He’d be Paul’s first forever.

Now it was time to take what he intended. He couldn’t get the condom on fast enough, even while Paul was panting and withdrawing.

Lizzie knew what was coming. Her hands rose over her head to the headboard. The pose stretched her tits up in a pretty picture. Pure submission. She bent her knees, the better to shelter him. Her throat worked with a swallow.

“Dima.” Her voice was so soft that he wondered if he’d imagined it. “My turn.”

One rock forward was all it took.

His cock slid into her tight sheath. Arms twined together, his elbow just over her shoulder. One of her feet rose to hook over his ass. Fucking her was like being at peace in his own mind.