Page 85 of Working Out West

“Turn around, moya lyubov’.” When I did, he pressed his cock against my ass and reached around to take hold of my aching dick. “I have been tested, West.”

I nodded, finding it hard to catch my breath because his hand on me ran up and down my length. “Same.”

“Bare?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, kissing my neck. “I love you, Moya lyubov’.I need you to know this.”

My heart burst with damn rainbows. Reaching back, I rested my hand on his thigh. “Love you, Adrik. And I’m pretty sure it happened the first day I saw you.”

“Da,West.For me as well.” He ground his cock into me and kissed my neck again. I arched to give him better access. “Let me prep you, moya lyubov’.”

“On the bed,” I told him.

Adrik shifted to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a bottle of lube, which he placed on the sheets. He climbed onto the bed first, lying on his back. He put his hands behind his head, content to watch me with, honest to God, smoldering eyes.

Leisurely, I lifted my knees onto the bed and scooted closer before I kicked one over his hips and rested my ass back onto the top of his thighs. With a cheeky smile, I placed my hands on his lower stomach. His cock twitched, wanting attention like my own dick did. Only I didn’t give it to them. Instead, I ran my hands slowly up to his ribs, his chest, and then back down his arms. I glided them over again and again on his warm flesh.

“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered.

“Nyet, Moya lyubov’.That is you.”

Grinning, I shook my head. “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that.”

“Da.” He smirked, but it was replaced with a question, “I can touch, da?”

“Baby, you can do anything you want.”

He groaned. “Do not tell me such things. I want everything from you.”

“You already have my heart, Adrik. There’s not much else to give.”

“Your body, your soul. All of you.”

“Then take it, baby. It’s all yours.”

He gripped my upper arm and pulled me down to claim my mouth. I let out a little yip but moaned as soon as I got his tongue in my mouth. I loved kissing him and could do it all day and night. It got me hotter.

I ground down over him, and he nipped at my bottom lip before deepening the kiss again.

Adrik slipped his hands down, jerking me up so he could cup my ass. I didn’t know when, but he’d already slicked his fingers, and when he ran them over my hole, I shuddered. He circled around the edge and slipped in slightly when he started kissing me down my neck. I panted and moaned.

He nipped at my throat, but I wanted his teeth in me. I wanted him to suck, bite, and mark. “More,” I demanded. “Teeth and fingers.”

Adrik groaned harshly and bit down, sucking my skin into his mouth, and he slid another finger inside me, both gliding over my prostate.

“Fuck,” I cried. “Feels good, baby, so good.” I held on as he played with my body, using his fingers and mouth like it was his own instrument. “Need you,” I pleaded. Already I was too close, and I wanted to finish with him inside me.

Gently, Adrik pushed on my shoulders, and I sat up.

“Take me inside you, moya lyubov’,” he ordered roughly, lust driving his tone.

He handed me the lube. I squirted some on my hand and pushed up on my knees, reached between us, and wrapped my hand around his rock-hard dick, rubbing lube all over him. His grip on my hips hardened. A noise in the back of his throat, half growl and groan, followed.

I held him at my entrance, met his gaze, and slowly slid him inside me. It burned for a moment. Adrik clenched his teeth and sat up enough to kiss me tenderly, his attention distracting me from the sting. I removed my hand and lowered myself even more, breathing heavily against his lips.

“Fuck, moya lyubov’.You undo me.”

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