Page 23 of His Favorite Color is Blood
“For you. Most guys would feel deceived. And they’d freak out that they don’t want to fuck a cripple.” Misha squeezed his hand harder around Grim’s.
“I honestly think most guys wouldn’t care. It’s all about confidence. They wouldn’t be afraid of stumps the way they’re afraid of my size. I’m too old to take this kind of shit.”
Misha shuddered, and shame curled around his neck again. “I only had confidence in front of the camera. I’m a coward around people. I went through a park when I left the hotel, and I couldn’t deal with all those strangersaround.”
“You’ll get there,” said Grim, petting Misha while his cock grew against Misha’s ass. It was hard to ignore its presence.
“Um … Am I affecting you too much? Do you want that pillow wall after all?” Misha muttered when his own body began responding in ways he’d rather hide from Grim, because they would lead to things Misha would later regret.
Grim growled and spooned even tighter against Misha. “It’s because you’re so fucking perfect.”
Gary never told Misha anything like that. He’d say that his ass looked fuckable or that he wanted to come down his throat. “You ... you smell nice.” Misha was treading a dangerously thin line, but what he should and shouldn’t do with Grim was getting blurred all too fast.
Grim gave Misha’s neck an open-mouthed kiss and gently ground his cock against Misha’s ass. “You know, when I’m with able-bodied guys, I get hard, but it’s not enough sometimes. I have no idea if it’s the size of my cock or just ... the way they look, but I sometimes need to pop the blue pills if I want to have sex with them. But with you ... you make my cock turn into a rock, birdie.”
Misha swallowed, and there was no denying it anymore. He was getting hard as well, and once that started happening, rational thinking became much harder. After all, Grim wasn’t someone who paid Gary for spending time in Misha’s room. Misha could deny Grim, and most probably, after two or three times of repeating “no,” Grim would back off even though he was so much stronger and didn’t really need Misha’s permission to take what he wanted. Hurt him, or fuck him. And it had been Misha who asked Grim to come into his bed in the first place.
“I can feel that,” he said breathlessly, letting his fingers trail down, over Grim’s wrist, and to a forearm that felt sturdy to the touch, as if it could hold all the evil of the world away from Misha.
Grim exhaled and spread his hand over Misha’s chest. His nose nudged the back of Misha’s throat, and then his tongue spread liquid heat from Misha’s shoulder up to the top of his ear. The touch was tender, incredibly arousing, and didn’t even have an element of sleaze behind it. Lust? Bucketfuls.
“I bet you want to see those two tapes I made.”
“I … I wouldn’t want to perv on you,” Misha uttered, slowly becoming liquid heat in Grim’s arms.
Grim’s laugh was low and sexy as it thundered all over Misha’s skin. “By all means, do. I want you to need me as much as I need you.”
Those words were soothing enough to let Misha shake the anxiety over Grim’s cock pushing at his ass. Misha knew not to trust pretty words, but Grim really did seem set on eliciting consent—even if his ways of going about it were sneaky at best. He’d never felt this way with any man. After he was kidnapped, every interaction had an undercurrent of fear and included calculating what to do to hurt the least once the encounter was over.
“I want you to promise that you’ll help me out even if you get bored with my body,” he whispered, tracing a vein on Grim’s arm with his thumb.
Grim pulled away, pushed Misha to his back, and leaned over him. He shook his head, frowning. “I won’t get bored. I’ve wanted you for years.”
Looking into Grim’s eyes made the dreamlike conversation in the darkness all too real, and Misha was glad for the comforter hiding his erection. The intensity of Grim’s lust was like a dark aura around him, ready to swallow up Misha and never let him go. Only as Misha tried to understand it did he realize that all of this was in fact new. He’d had the misfortune to meet men eager to fuck him, but they never spoke to him the way Grim did. In their minds, Misha was a commodity they’d paid for and would use. Grim sawhim, even if desire clouded his judgment.
Choked up with the onslaught of emotions, Misha went silent, and Grim pressed his forehead against Misha’s temple.
“I promise, okay? I will never leave you on your own.”
Misha was done with claiming that he was tough and could deal with the world on his own. He’d been on pins and needles since they’d left the base. “Thank you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Grim shuddered with such strength Misha noticed the tremor in his limbs and heard the soft gasp coming from his mouth. “Ever?”
Misha recounted his own life in his mind. “Ever. I’ve had a shit life. And the one time I’d hoped for a better one, I got burned so bad it nearly killed me.”
Grim slid his hand behind Misha’s neck and pressed their lips together in the gentlest of kisses. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re the good part.” Misha stroked Grim’s shoulder, loving how sturdy it felt. So unlike Gary’s.
Grim pulled Misha’s hand to his lips and licked his knuckles, staring into Misha’s eyes in the faint light coming from outside. Misha gasped, and yetanother shiver of arousal went straight to his cock. Grim’s face was so ridiculously symmetrical he could be a model. Just looking into his eyes made Misha forget about the danger he’d be in if Zero or his men found him. He swallowed and reached to Grim’s pec, feeling the heat beneath the skin with his palm.
Grim purred and opened his mouth, gliding his soft tongue over the underside of Misha’s finger, only to suck it in loudly without ever breaking eye contact.
Misha let out a moan and squeezed the sturdy flesh on Grim’s chest, remembering how well Grim had sucked him off the day before. He could hardly breathe, let alone think. No man had ever managed to let him feel both safe and aroused at the same time. Those two concepts had been mutually exclusive in his life when another man was involved.
“Fuck …” Misha whimpered, completely mesmerized.
Grim’s eyes twinkled, and their knees touched under the comforter as Grim slowly took two of Misha’s fingers all the way in, slurping around his knuckles and massaging Misha’s wrist with his thumb.
