Page 33 of Heated Rivalry 1
“Put me down.”
Rozanov turned and dropped Shane on the bed. Shane glared up at him. He was about to tell him off, but he got distracted by the tall, bare-chested, muscular form looming over him. Shane suddenly felt very small on the bed, which was ridiculous—he was five feet, ten inches and built of solid muscle himself. But Rozanov was gazing down at Shane, who was still fully clothed, like he was trying to decide where to take his first bite, and Shane felt...vulnerable.
And he was kind ofinto it.
Rozanov slid his track pants down and off and stood at the end of the bed wearing only his black boxer briefs, his gold chain, and his stupid fucking bear tattoo. Shane’s eyes went right to the briefs, and the hard length that was trapped beneath. He also noted the way Rozanov’s enormous thighs burst out of the legs of the shorts, hard muscles jutting out from the straining fabric.
Rozanov leaned down and planted a knee firmly on the bed between Shane’s sprawled legs, dangerously close to his crotch. Shane looked up, wide-eyed, as Rozanov descended on him and captured his mouth again. Two big hands landed on Shane’s chest, stroking him over his sweater.
“This is soft,” Rozanov murmured.
“It’s cashmere,” Shane said stupidly.
“Yes. Take it off.”
He did. Rozanov pulled up and watched as Shane stripped down to his own briefs.
Shane lay there, waiting for Rozanov to cover him again, to press his weight down on him, but instead Rozanov lightly dragged his fingertips up one of Shane’s legs, tickling his skinand making every hair stand up. He drew a path up to where Shane’s skin disappeared into the leg of his briefs, and then paused. Shane felt like there was an electric current running through him. He could see his own cock twitching in his shorts, begging for attention. He bit his lip and waited.
Rozanov dipped his head and kissed Shane’s stomach. He did it over and over again, his lips almost as gentle and teasing as his fingertips had been. Shane inhaled sharply. How was Rozanov so good at this?
Rozanov’s mouth found one of Shane’s nipples and bit it gently before licking it. Shane squirmed and Rozanov wrapped a hand most of the way around Shane’s thigh to hold him down. Shane once again marveled at how big his hands were.
When Rozanov returned his mouth to Shane’s, hefinallymoved his hand to palm Shane’s erection through his briefs. Shane made an embarrassing noise into Rozanov’s mouth.
“Did you bring everything?” Rozanov asked.
“Yes,” Shane said. He was pretty sure he had everything. Lube and condoms, right?
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yes.”
His hand slid inside Shane’s shorts and pulled his erection out. Shane slipped a hand in between their bodies so he could rub his hand over the front of Rozanov’s shorts.
Rozanov kissed him hard and ground his crotch against Shane’s, holding himself up with one hand planted next to Shane’s head.
Shane moaned at the feel of Rozanov’s hips and pelvis rolling against him.
He’s going to fuck me.
His whole body tensed up. Rozanov noticed.
“Relax,” he breathed against Shane’s ear. “You will like this.”
“Yeah,” Shane said, his voice strained. “Just...”
Rozanov pushed off him for a moment so he could quickly rid himself of his briefs. Shane did the same. When he returned his eyes to Rozanov, he was struck by how big his cock was. He’d seen it before, of course, and he knew it was a decent size, but looking at it now, with the idea that it was supposed to somehow fitinsideof him...
He must have been wearing his anxiety all over his face. Rozanov laughed. “It will fit.”
Shane blushed furiously, which made Rozanov laugh more.
“Trust me. Where is the stuff?”
Shane, grateful for something to do other than stare at Rozanov’s cock in horror, reached over and opened the nightstand drawer. “I’ve got, um, lube. I ordered it online. It’s supposed to be the best for...this.”
