Ivan glanced over his shoulder as he led Winter inside the bedroom. “Yes. I hired a lady to ready the place for us. She was nice enough to stock the pantry and run all my errands for me, so we’re not trapped without food and whatnot.” Ivan parked their suitcases near a gigantic and cozy-looking bed before focusing on Winter. “I wanted your first Christmas with me to be perfect.”
His first. Winter’s brain latched on to those words and his heart tried skipping a beat. He knew Ivan didn’t really mean it. Winter couldn’t think of a way to respond. Ivan didn’t force him to think of something to say.
“What do you want to do first?”
It was already almost midnight. That had nothing to do with why Winter didn’t bother trying to delay the inevitable. He wanted Ivan. “We should go to bed. Don’t you think?”
Ivan’s mouth lifted in one corner. He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at the floor between his feet. “Come here.”
That hard Russian accent, Winter couldn’t disobey it. He immediately moved to stand between Ivan’s knees.
“You are exquisite.” All Winter could do was fight a blush and stand there in silence as Ivan’s hands found Winter’s hips. He squeezed. “I’ve had you many times in my mind.”
Winter’s knees weakened. He shifted closer, hoping to hide how unsteady he had become.
Ivan wasn’t finished. “You’ve had me in several ways too.”
Oh, goddamn. He was perfect for Winter. Winter’s lust loosened his lips. “Which version of me blew you away the most?”
Even though Winter felt certain Ivan knew what he meant, Ivan didn’t give him what he wanted. “This version right here. I wish to have the real you.”
This time, Winter was the one who smirked. He had never been this turned on or wanted anyone this much. They were nearly a thousand miles from anyone Winter knew. He could be anyone this weekend. Do anything. “Take off your shirt.”
Ivan immediately did as told.
Winter wanted more. He felt powerful as he watched Ivan obey. His soft sweater disappeared, leaving a solid and slightly hairy chest for Winter to enjoy. Winter’s hunger rose. “I want you on your back, undoing those pants.”
Light blue eyes stared at him with hunger as Ivan eased onto his back and reached for the button on his dark jeans. Winter’s gaze slid down Ivan’s body and latched on to Ivan’s hands. He watched as Ivan undid the button and slid down his zipper. Winter’s mouth watered. His bravery grew.
“Take your dick out.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, Ivan lifted his hips and slid his pants down, setting his erection free. Like all of Ivan, it was sexy.
Winter swore his stomach growled. Ivan had a pretty body—like a runner. He was trim and toned. The guy was always well-groomed. He smelled good. Ivan screamed money and refinement. He was so far above Winter that Winter didn’t understand why Ivan had noticed him, but he had. Now Winter planned to keep his attention. Winter reached over his head and grabbed the back of his shirt. He tugged it up and over his head in one quick motion. Winter held on to it as he crawled onto the bed and straddled Ivan’s body.
“I wish I had asked for your number,” Winter confessed as he claimed Ivan’s mouth. This kiss differed from the last. It was carnal. Winter wanted there to be no misunderstandings. He was about to fuck Ivan. But first, he wanted to taste Ivan’s cock. He nipped and sucked at Ivan’s lips and curled his tongue around Ivan’s. Winter massaged every place he could reach until he had Ivan panting. He moved lower, kissing Ivan’s jaw before moving to his throat and then his chest. Winter spent a moment savoring Ivan’s hardened nipples before slipping lower. He licked his way down Ivan’s stomach until he reached Ivan’s crown. Winter stared up the line of Ivan’s body and held the man’s stare as he gripped Ivan’s shaft and sucked the tip of his dick.
Ivan’s eyes looked crazed. “More.”
Winter fought a smile. Ivan was still trying to be in charge, even though he wasn’t in that moment. Winter intentionally didn’t take Ivan any deeper into his mouth, but he sucked harder. Ivan dropped his head and gasped. Winter stroked upward, meeting his mouth. He took Ivan a little deeper. Ivan scratched at the blankets beneath him until he white-knuckled a handful, holding tight. Winter noticed every detail of the way Ivan fought to keep himself restrained. Winter wanted to watch him lose control. He didn’t want an obedient Ivan. He wanted the Ivan who had demanded Winter stand between his knees. The one who had told Winter to be ready to leave in two hours, expecting obedience. Winter intentionally refused to suck more than two inches of Ivan’s cock. He watched Ivan struggle and waited. He realized something a half second before aggravation had Ivan exploding into action; he knew Ivan. Maybe they didn’t talk, but they spent every night in each other’s company. Winter obsessed constantly about Ivan and had stalked Ivan’s life, searching his details online and watching him from the window of the bar each time he left his office. He knew what Ivan drove, his favorite color and suit. Winter knew Ivan would not relinquish control for long just to please a teasing boy.
Ivan jackknifed from the bed and Winter found himself staring at the ceiling with no clue how it happened. He didn’t have long to think about it before his dick was in Ivan’s mouth. Ivan had flipped Winter onto his back and de-pantsed him so quickly that Winter hadn’t had time to catch his breath. It was his turn to grab the blankets and hold on. Unlike Winter, Ivan didn’t tease. He swallowed Winter’s dick over and over, sucking hard and blowing Winter’s mind. Ivan played with Winter’s balls and fingered his asshole, stretching him. Winter couldn’t do anything but take it. He was turned on past the point of insanity. His hips rolled and thrust upward, trying desperately to race toward release. Then Ivan curled two fingers upward inside him and pressed as his throat tightened around Winter’s cock. The air left Winter’s lungs. His entire body jerked and then shook as waves of pleasure pulsed through him. Ivan didn’t stop sucking. He forced Winter to ride out every aftershock.
While Winter still gasped for air, he watched Ivan finish stripping before rolling a condom down his length. He coated the condom in lube as he held Winter’s stare. “I can tell you like to tease and play,” Ivan said as he crawled between Winter’s thighs and spread them wide. He lubed Winter’s asshole. “Maybe one day I’ll have the patience for that. Tonight, I don’t. I’ve wanted you for too long.” That was all the warning Winter got before Ivan shoved his way in. Thankfully, he was still floating in the clouds from his orgasm. Otherwise, it might have hurt. Ivan showed him no mercy. He thrust hard, slamming inside Winter, but he hit at the perfect angle. A moan slipped from Winter. He couldn’t be passive. Winter snagged the back of Ivan’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips and tongues stroked and clung. Winter actively worked at blowing Ivan’s mind the way Ivan had done for him. He wanted to watch Ivan come unglued. Ivan felt damn good inside him. Winter let him know it.
He tore his mouth away and moaned. “That’s it, gorgeous. Fuck me. Goddamn, you feel amazing inside me. It’s like you were made for me.”
Ivan grabbed Winter’s jaw and held tight, forcing Winter to meet his gaze. He looked almost frightening as he stared down at Winter. “This isn’t just a fling.” Winter blinked at Ivan’s intensity. Ivan’s hard expression never wavered. “You belong to me.”