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do was groan.
    “Does that feel good?”
    Mike practically sobbed. “I thought we were done asking questions with exceedingly obvious answers?”
    A calloused palm landed against his ass, hard, the loud crack of skin meeting skin echoing in the air around them. Fire spread from beneath Alexei’s palm straight into Mike’s cock, blitzing Mike’s brain.
    “Do you want another?” Alexei asked, his deep voice loaded with threat.
    “ Yes .”
    A second finger pushed into his ass, catching Mike off guard. He yelped.
    Alexei stilled.
    “I thought you meant another spank,” Mike gasped, his head floating somewhere above his body. He’d clenched tight when Alexei had spanked him and now Alexei’s second finger felt big. Bigger than it should. Way fucking better than anything.
    “Is that a complaint?”
    Mike gave a breathless laugh. “No. God, no.”
    “Good.” Mike could hear Alexei’s smile.
    His sweet reward was a whack to the other cheek. He clenched again, the zing heavenly. “More.”
    “Do we need to review who’s in charge here, Michael?”
    “No.” Not even a little.
    Mike grabbed great handfuls of his own hair in his fists, trying to ground himself as he lay still, silent, and waited. He took a deep, stuttering breath when Alexei began to pump his fingers, deep in his ass. Thrusting, then scissoring them apart.
    It was too much. Not enough. Too good . Mike was desperately afraid he was going to embarrass himself.
    Alexei’s thrusts became more powerful, deeper, the muscles loosening quickly, opening for Alexei. Pleasure unraveled, sending jolts of ecstasy to every part of Mike’s body. He swore he felt each hair on his body stand at attention.
    “Please, god. Hurry.”
    “You’re not ready,” Alexei said gruffly, not bothering to remind Mike he wasn’t the one making the decisions. They both understood now that Mike was begging for exactly that reason.
    “Yes, I am.”
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    I do. I want you to hurt me. Just a little. Please.
    Mike couldn’t say it. He buried his face against the bedding and tried to breathe. Again, he lamented his utter lack of experience. Maybe lots of guys were like him? Maybe Alexei would—
    Insert a third finger.
    Mike lifted onto his elbows and shouted something unintelligible.
    Alexei chuckled. It was the sexiest sound ever .
    Mike spread his knees wide, his cock dragging across the bedding with every trust, leaking pre-come on the sheet, his belly. Heat spooled in his spine, his stomach twisting with the need for the release he held back.
    “Please, Alexei. I need you ,” he cried.
    Alexei’s hand stilled, thrust deep, and Mike hung his head between his tense shoulders, furious at his own stupidity as Alexei slowly withdrew his fingers.
    Mike was ready to beg, seriously get down on his knees on the floor and beg Alexei to finish what he’d started, when he heard the sound of tearing foil.
    He smashed his face to the mattress, his hands fisting in the sheets on either side of his head, and tried to remember to breathe.
     
    Alexei stared down at Mike’s long, lean back. His thighs spread wide across the bed. His white-knuckle grip on the sheet.
    He wanted to fucking ravage the man.
    He counted to ten, slowly.
    Alexei’s hands steadied enough to roll on the condom and slick his shaft with lube. He studied his red handprints on Mike’s ass and almost lost sight of his intention to go gently.
    “Roll over.”
    Mike did as he was told. Instantly. Without question.
    Alexei ran his hand down Mike’s chest, admiring the strength, all the more entrancing because it lay waiting quietly, for him. “ Moi milyy.”
    “Yes?” Mike couldn’t possibly know what the fuck those words meant, but he apparently could intuit they were for him.
    “Kiss me again.”
    Mike smiled. “If you insist.”
    Alexei would have insisted if he’d had to. Anything to keep his mouth busy so more crazy declarations—in any language—couldn’t fall