Page 85 of Enemy Within
Sasha turned his head, and his cheek brushed over Sergey’s. His stubble caught on Sergey’s skin, an almost-burn. “Never with someone I cared about. Or wanted.” Slowly, he spun, facing Sergey. Took Sergey’s hand in his own roughened palm. “No feelings, ever. That is how I survived.”
Leaning in, Sergey pressed his forehead to Sasha’s. “I am sorry, Sasha.” As he spoke, his lips dragged over Sasha’s, almost a kiss.
Sasha shook his head. He reached for Sergey, both calloused hands cradling his neck. “Krasivyy…”
“I am not.” Sergey held his waist, his thumbs massaging the tops of Sasha’s jutting hip bones. His waist was narrow, the point of a deep V at the end of his torso. Muscle corded beneath his palms, abs and obliques that were as thick as his forearm. “I am old. Too skinny. Gray. Wrinkled—”
Sasha kissed him, shutting him up. “You are beautiful to me,” he murmured against Sergey’s lips. “So beautiful.”
And then they kissed, slowly. Lips slid softly, learning a new lover. Tasting each other as hands rose, stroking skin and clothing-covered chests. The curve of Sasha’s pecs pushed against Sergey’s fingers, his chest heaving with deep, shaking breaths. Sergey’s fingers went to Sasha’s top first, undoing each button with shaking fingers. Sasha’s hands covered his as he reached the last button.
He pushed the uniform top off, stroking his palms across Sasha’s chest and over his shoulders. Beneath his touch, Sasha shivered, and his eyelids fluttered. The top fell to the floor, crumpled. He went for Sasha’s undershirt next, lifting it slowly over his tight, pale skin, his taut muscles, and over his head. Sasha’s nipples hardened beneath his hands. Red splotches appeared on Sasha’s hairless chest and around his neck as Sergey gazed at him. Perfection. Sasha was perfection. Full, broad shoulders, thick and dusted with a smattering of freckles. Had he gotten those when he was a boy? Or when he was older, working shirtless on the flight line beside his jets? His skin was light as the moon, soft like cream, and as Sergey watched, goose bumps rose beneath his gaze.
“If one of us is beautiful, that man is you.” Sergey stroked one hand down the center of Sasha’s trembling chest and down his flat abdomen.
“I want to touch you,” Sasha breathed. “But…” At Sasha’s side, his hands trembled, clenching and unclenching, as if he were holding himself back, straining against his desire.
Sergey reached for his own uniform. “Then touch me, Sasha. I am yours.” He started on the first button.
Growling, Sasha tore his hands away and ripped his jacket open. Buttons flew, peppering the cabin walls with hard, fast plinks. He peeled it off Sergey’s shoulders, shoving it halfway down his arms, and then grabbed him around his waist, hauling Sergey close. Sasha curled over him, bending him backward. Sergey’s arms stayed tangled in the uniform, and Sasha bunched the fabric behind Sergey with one hand, keeping him trapped.
Gripping the back of his skull, Sasha kissed him, his tongue sliding over every one of Sergey’s teeth before tangling with Sergey’s.
Sergey’s hips jerked, grinding against Sasha’s as he groaned. His cock was already hard, and it somehow grew even harder at Sasha’s dominance, the way he seized control of Sergey’s body. His hip brushed against Sasha’s cock, straining his uniform. Hewanted, so badly. Days ago, had he been confused? Had he thought that he didn’t want this? What a fool he’d been. He needed this, needed Sasha.
Through the kiss, Sasha yanked the uniform top from his arms, releasing Sergey’s mouth only long enough to rip his undershirt over his head before pulling Sergey back. His wide palms gripped Sergey’s hips, almost bruisingly tight. Their skin met, naked chest to naked chest, and Sergey moaned into Sasha’s mouth. His hands rose, running up Sasha’s muscled back as Sasha sucked on his tongue like he would a cock.
Pushing him back, Sasha maneuvered Sergey until he backed into the bunk along the wall. His legs hit the edge, and he collapsed, falling to his ass on the thin mattress. He came face-to-face with Sasha’s crotch and his cock, straining against his blue uniform.
Sergey reached for Sasha’s pants, but Sasha slapped his hands away and dropped to his knees. He stripped off Sergey’s boots and then his own.
He hesitated, looking into Sergey’s eyes.
Yes, more.Sergey reached for his own belt, his shaking hands fumbling with the buckle. He should say something, tell Sasha how much he was enjoying this. His hard cock, of course, was one signal, but he should tell Sasha. He opened his mouth, right as Sasha yanked down his uniform pants and briefs and swallowed his cock, all the way to the base.
Whatever he was about to say vanished, lost in a breathless string of curses, a mixture of Russian and English and Ruslish. He fell back, hands flying to the bulkhead, the mattress, the perfectly tucked sheets. He fisted the scratchy wool blanket, balling it up, as Sasha sucked him, swallowing his head and sucking like a vacuum before rising and twirling his tongue around the tip of his cock. Sasha buried his nose in Sergey’s crotch, swallowing around the head before rising with a sloppy, slurping moan. Spit dribbled down his dick, down Sasha’s chin, and over Sasha’s hand as he jerked Sergey when he wasn’t deep-throating him.
He was slick, coated in Sasha’s saliva. Sasha’s other hand grabbed Sergey’s ass, gripping one cheek in a firm squeeze. He scraped his fingers over Sergey’s skin, around his hip, and down his thigh, until he pulled Sergey’s legs farther apart.
More. He needed more. Sasha’s mouth wasn’t enough; he wanted them to be together. Reaching down, Sergey grabbed Sasha behind the neck and tugged, dragging him up his body. Sasha rose like a tiger, sleek and powerful and pressing his chest against Sergey the whole way up, dominating him again as he pushed Sergey to his back on the bunk, slipping out of his pants as he moved. Over him, above him, Sasha surrounded him on all sides, his arms pinning Sergey, his broad shoulders enveloping him as he leaned down and ravaged his mouth.
Sergey’s hands dragged down Sasha’s chest, down around his waist, and finally buried themselves in Sasha’s crotch, in his fine, curly hair. Sergey hesitated, but then wrapped his hands around Sasha’s hard cock.
Sasha groaned around his open-mouthed kiss. His arms shuddered, and he almost collapsed as Sergey stroked him.
He didn’t know what to do or how to hold Sasha. Everything was backward and in reverse. Was he stroking too hard or too soft? Sasha captured his lips in another kiss, and his questions melted from his brain.
And then, Sasha pulled back. Staring down at Sergey, he seemed to focus, the fire in his eyes banking, just slightly. Just enough to chain back the unrestrained passion that had exploded from him, that he’d unleashed on Sergey as he’d manhandled him across the cabin and dominated him into the bunk. Restraint, regret, and retreat. Each paraded through Sasha’s eyes as he gulped.
No. Sergey ran his hands through Sasha’s blond hair, gripping the strands tight. He pulled Sasha close. “Look at me,” he breathed. “Look at me, Sasha.”
Something jumped in Sasha’s eyes as Sergey yanked on his hair, a white-hot spark. He hovered over Sergey’s lips, staring into his gaze.
Slowly, Sergey closed the distance between them, kissing Sasha slowly, greedily, all tongue and teeth, with his eyes wide open.I want this, he tried to say, speaking through his gaze.I want you. I wanteverythingabout you.
He felt Sasha’s hands in his hair. Fingers pressed against his scalp. And then, an answering pull, Sasha jerking his head back, but keeping their eyes locked together, their almost savage kiss continuing.Yes. Yes, Sasha.
Slowly, Sasha lowered himself down onto Sergey, his strength covering Sergey from head to toe. Their cocks brushed, and Sergey jerked, rocking his hips up and sliding his cock against Sasha’s.
