His hands were still in fists from Sacha’s very first touch. Sacha reached over Jonah’s shoulders and uncurled them, finger by finger. “You are tense,” he whispered. “Would it help if I took my clothes off too?”
A strangled noise escaped Jonah. He couldn’t help it. Then he panicked, the fear that Sacha would keep his clothes on after all leaving him dizzy.
Sacha’s smirk morphed briefly to the kind of smile that had no place in an encounter so heady. He cupped the back of Jonah’s neck and held his hand there, unmoving. Comforting, almost. Soothing. Jonah’s pulse slowed, and breath moved freely in his lungs. Then wickedness returned to Sacha’s deep gaze.
He stepped back from Jonah and retreated into the bedroom, logic drawing him to the bedside table where he found condoms and lubricant. He dropped them at the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. The expensive fabric fell away, revealing a strong torso that the hazed reflection did no justice.
Jonah clenched his fists again, desperate for more. I need to see you. It felt wrong to have a man inside him who remained such a mystery.
As if he’d heard the sudden doubt clouding Jonah’s mind, Sacha moved into his eye line and slouched against the glass as he pushed his shirt over his shoulders. Up close, his body was even hotter. Long, lean, and hard. Jonah bit his lip. “More.”
“You want to see everything?”
“Yes.”
“As you wish.”
Sacha’s velvet voice wrapped around those three simple words like liquid sex. Jonah dug his teeth deeper into his lip, tasting the iron tang of blood. He’d already broken the silence, but he kept his groan in, letting it swell in his chest instead, suffocating him in the sweetest way as Sacha’s hands moved to his belt buckle.
The leather slipped slowly through Sacha’s belt loops, as if time had caught in Jonah’s throat. He’d never been so eager to see a man’s cock, to feel it pressed against him, and inside him. He wanted to taste it too, and grip it with his fingers, feel the weight of it. “Hurry up,” he ground out.
“Why? Do you need to be somewhere else?”
Jonah made a low noise. Sacha paid him no heed and continued his unhurried dance with his belt. He let it fall to the floor and unbuttoned his fly, opening his trousers to reveal expensive underwear that did nothing to conceal the prominent bulge inside.
Jonah’s mouth watered. Fresh sweat beaded his skin. “I want to see you.”
“I know.”
“So let me…please?”
Sacha’s grin turned snake-like. He let his trousers fall and kicked them away, then he toyed with the waistband of his underwear. “Maybe I should keep them on.”
“Sacha.”
“Or maybe not if you say my name like that. I like it. Say it again.”
“Sacha.”
“Again.”
“Sacha.”
The underwear disappeared. Sacha’s cock sprang free. Thick and long, it jutted out from Sacha’s powerful hips, and Jonah yearned for it as much as he yearned for Sacha’s kiss. Maybe more. A kiss was intimate, an act between lovers. This was sex. A casual hook-up that could just as easily have begun on an app. He had no right to demand affection from Sacha, but god, he wanted his cock.
Sacha licked his lips, appraising Jonah. His eyes were darker now, hooded with the desire that flowed between them. “I had grand plans to fuck you slowly, but I know now that you might test my control too much.”
“Control?”
“Self-control,” Sacha amended. “I have asked you to stay still and quiet. I will not force you.”
Jonah knew that, and perhaps he had all along, but he kept his hands on the glass all the same. Moving felt like conceding, and he’d conceded enough tonight.
Perhaps.
Or maybe they’d barely got started. Either way… “You don’t have to force me. I can take it.”
“Take what?”
“You. I can take you.”
Sacha hummed and pushed off the window. Upright, he seemed stronger than ever, but in reality, they were evenly matched pretty much everywhere. Sacha was an inch taller, Jonah a little broader.
“Turn around,” Jonah blurted.
“Why?”
“I want to see your back.”
Sacha gave him a long stare, then turned, showing Jonah the leanly muscled expanse of his back. His hair was neater than Jonah’s and his elegant neck was exposed. A jagged scar stood out from his smooth skin. Jonah wanted to kiss it so badly his lips burned.
He settled for staring until Sacha faced him again.
“Did you see enough?”
Not even close. “Yes.”
“Good. I am going to fuck you now. I will stop any time you wish. You say, yes? I will hear you.”
“You’ve said that already.”
“So? You think it can be said too much?”
Jonah didn’t know what he thought. With Sacha’s dick pointing at him it was hard to translate anything that flashed through his mind into something coherent. He shook his head, out of words to explain himself.
Sacha stepped closer and kissed Jonah’s neck. “I will hear you.”
Jonah nodded, but it was cut off by his low groan as Sacha’s lips travelled south, along his collarbone, and down his chest. He hadn’t been expecting so much attention, and was unprepared for the light pressure of Sacha’s mouth on his nipple. The slow, pinching suck turned his brain to mush. His cock jumped, knocking Sacha’s hip, and Sacha moved just enough so the impact switched to his solid length.
Wow. If Jonah hadn’t been ready for Sacha’s lips, there was no way he was equipped to deal with the sensation of his cock just about anywhere, let alone on his own dick. He pitched forwards, couldn’t help it.
Sacha let him have his way, but briefly, and it was worse than if he hadn’t let Jonah move at all. The friction was electric. Mind-bending. And then it was gone.
Sacha stepped back, taking his dick and his wicked lips with him, and Jonah was alone. At least, it felt that way without Sacha’s touch, despite the reality that he hadn’t gone far.
The tearing sound of a condom wrapper reached Jonah’s ears, and the click of the lubricant bottle. He shivered, not because he was scared it would hurt, but because he knew how absolutely this man was about to take him apart.
He’s going to dismantle me, and I’m going to love it.
How did he prepare for that?
Jonah had no idea. So he waited, head bowed, eyes closed, fists still pressed against the glass wall, and tried to make ready for a hurricane.
Sacha returned, pressing up behind him. His body heat warmed Jonah’s skin, and he slid his palms up Jonah’s back, all the way to his shoulders. “Okay?”
“Yes.”
“How about if I do this?”
One hand left Jonah’s back, and returned as slick fingers dipping into his crease, probing, searching. Sacha’s touch was still devilishly light, but Jonah felt it everywhere. He groaned again, widening his stance with little conscious thought. “That’s good. I like that.”
“And this?” Sacha pressed a finger inside Jonah and found the sweet spot with laser precision.
At Jonah’s nod, he added another finger and fucked Jonah with them, slow and sweet, massaging Jonah’s prostate with every thrust, building a desperate pressure that unhinged Jonah’s jaw.