Page 45 of Heated Rivalry 1
“Starving for it, yes, Hollander?” Ilya slid forward, positioning his body closer to Hollander’s face. To his mouth. Hollander’s chest was heaving beneath him, and he glared up at Ilya with dark, intense eyes. “Is okay,” Ilya said soothingly. He tapped the head of his cock against Hollander’s lips. “You can. Take it.”
“I hate you.”
“Yes. I know. Show me.”
“Fuck,”Hollander whispered, seemingly to himself. Then he parted his lips, and licked the moisture off Ilya’s slit.
Ilya’s hand shot out and gripped the headboard. It seemed like a nice headboard, sturdy. He expected he’d find out exactly how sturdy soon enough.
Hollander teased the head of Ilya’s dick for a maddeningly long time, but, damn, what a show. Ilya watched Hollander’s eyes flutter closed as he sucked the head into his mouth. His tongue rolled around it, flicking the underside of Ilya’s dick andthen dipping into the slit. It was so fucking good, and not nearly enough.
Hollander growled, seemingly as frustrated with the angle as Ilya was, and pushed him down to the mattress before taking Ilya’s cock into his mouth again. This time Hollander made a meal of Ilya’s dick, his head bobbing in a quick rhythm that Ilya wasnotgoing to be able to endure for very long. Not if he also wanted to fuck Hollander in their allotted hour of time.
But Hollander wasn’t letting up. He tugged at Ilya’s balls with just the right amount of pressure, and Ilya could feel Hollander’s erection sliding along his thigh.
“Hollander...” he warned. He was flying way too high, too fast.
Hollander moaned, or maybe he’d tried to form a word around Ilya’s dick, but all it did was cause vibrations that Ilya reallydidn’tneed right now.
“Fuck.Fuck.You have to stop. If you want me to fuck you...”
Hollander ripped his mouth away from Ilya’s cock, but then he went very still. “Shit. Oh god. Fuck.”
Ilya felt wetness splash against his thigh. Hollander’s body jerked a couple of times, and then he buried his face in Ilya’s shoulder.“Fuck.”
“Hollander?”
“I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I can’t believe I just...you didn’t eventouchme!”
And Ilya just...laughed. Because it was fucking funny.
“Don’t fucking laugh at me.”
“Been a while?” Ilya teased.
Hollander kept his forehead planted on Ilya’s shoulder, hiding his face completely. “Shut up.”
But Ilya laughed harder. He laughed until Hollander joined in, and then they were both holding each other and laughing until they were wiping tears from their eyes.
“You could win the fastest shot competition.”
Hollander punched him lightly in the chest. Ilya rolled to his side, dumping Hollander on the mattress beside him. “Is too bad. I wanted to fuck you. Do you still want?”
“I don’t think I can. I think I’m too fucking embarrassed to get it up again.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No. But can I...finish what I was doing?”
Ilya flopped onto his back again and folded his arms behind his head. “Go for it.”
And Hollander did, but this time he was far less frantic and took his time. Ilya enjoyed every second of it.
Ilya would be lying if he said Hollander had the most talented mouth that had ever been wrapped around his dick. But he was so...eager to please. So determined to be good at this. For Ilya.
There was something very sweet about the way Hollander was sucking him off right now—like he wasn’t trying to just get it over with, even though Hollander had already had his own orgasm. He seemed to legitimately enjoy making Ilya feel good.
Ilya always did feel good with Hollander. He didn’t want to say it was better than it was with anyone else, but it was...different. And not only because Hollander was a man. Ilya hadn’t been with a man who wasn’t Hollander in...huh. Over a year. Almost two, maybe? But that wasn’t it.
