Page 48 of Mistaken Prejudice

“O-Oh, G-God!” My hips bucked off the bed, and I was so close to the edge. With his hand still around my cock, he rose from the floor and moved above me.

“God isn’t here, Zaychik,” he whispered in my ear. “Only me.” He kissed my neck while rubbing his erection against my own throbbing length. “So if you want to scream, scream my name,” he said before he nibbled my skin between his teeth and bit me hard enough to leave his mark.

“Andrei!” I screamed his name while moving my hips harder. “Please,” I begged through the sounds of our cocks rubbing together. His hand gripped us both as he increased his rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to keep us closer. My balls drew up tight and I exploded all over us. I cried out his name as he continued to stroke me through my release until I was drained out.

All the tension left me, and I felt boneless when Andrei moved to his knees, so my head was between his spread thighs.

“Open up,” he growled, one hand wrapped around his massive cock while the other gripped my jaw. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. He hissed as he looked down on me through hooded eyes. His hand moved faster until his hips jolted, and he shot his load all over my face and chest. I tried to take as much as I could into my mouth, not wanting to waste a drop.

He probably sensed my neediness because he gathered his cum from my chest and mixed it with my release that covered his hand before sticking his thumb between my lips. I moaned around his finger, enjoying the taste of our pleasure mixed together.

“You’re my dirty little Zaychik, aren’t you?” he whispered over my mouth before his tongue darted out to lick the remains of his cum from my face.

Fuck, he is dirty, I thought as pleasure rippled through my body. And I love it.

***

“With how vocal you get, it’s a good thing your dads left us alone,” Andrei said as he came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low enough on his waist for his tattoo to be shown. After a very successful lunch, my dad was impressed enough with Andrei to leave us alone to study. Yep, sorry, Dad. The only thing I had planned on studying today was Andrei’s gorgeous body.

Andrei climbed back onto the bed and rested his head on the pillow beside me when I eyed the small tattoo.

“We are who we are,” I mumbled, my fingers tracking the words engraved into his flesh.

He followed my gaze to the short line written in a typewriter font under his right hip bone. I traced the faded ink with my fingers, Andrei’s eyes following my movement.

“I know, it’s such a cliché.” He chuckled.

“It is not,” I protested. “I like it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s like, we only see ourselves through other people’s definitions. Stigmas. Stereotypes. They all make us think badly about ourselves when in fact, we shouldn’t because eventually… we are who we are.” I talked while studying Andrei’s eyebrows. I loved how messy his brows were after the shower. “I like this line. It’s beautiful but also sad,” I said, thinking about how much I understood the meaning of it. Not wanting to think about the reason that made me identify with the feeling of being judged and ashamed of who I was, I decided to joke. “You should have written it in French.”

“Why is that?” he questioned.

“Because everything is better in French.” I laughed as I gave his side a small poke that made him jump.

Andrei grabbed my hips and before I knew it, he was above me. His minty breath fanned over my mouth, and I wanted to inhale him.

“You’re brilliant. You know that?” he whispered with that crooked smile of his that made one of his dimples pop.

“I’ve been told that once or twice before,” I murmured with a sleazy smile that was quick to disappear when Andrei closed the small distance between us and kissed me. I melted into the kiss, with my eyes closed, and my finger dug into his hot flesh. His spicy scent was mixed with my shampoo, and it made me happy knowing I’d marked him in a way.

Neediness took over me. As if Andrei was the sole reason for my happiness and life. Being next to him outshined everything that had ever happened to me before.

“You promise to come to Paris with me?” I asked as soon as we broke the kiss. Being with him right now wasn’t enough. I wanted to know if I would have more of him. No, I needed to know, to make sure. His presence beside me made so much sense. We make sense. So how could I go anywhere without him? Every second I didn’t have him close to me was a waste, so if he couldn’t come to Paris, I’d just stay here with him. Papa would be disappointed, but he’d understand. The idea of putting an ocean between us, even if it was for a weekend, was irrational at the moment.

He pursed his lips as he considered my question, and eagerness filled my gut. “C’mon!” I pushed him back and came to sit on his lap. My hand pressed against his chest. “It will be so much fun. I’ll take you to my favorite places,” I murmured as I bounced myself on his body.

“All right, all right!” He laughed and grabbed my hips to steady me.

“Yes!” I raised my hands in triumph before rolling onto my back. “Or should I say, oui?” I emphasized my accent just to tease him more.

He laughed and shoved me away from him as he got up from the bed. “You sound like Elliot.” He smiled at me over his shoulder before picking up his clothes from the floor. “I’ll have to talk with Chief and find a replacement at work, but I’m sure it will work out.”

I watched him as he got dressed and decided to do so myself so I could walk him out. “Do you have to go?”

I already knew the answer because I asked him the same thing before and after we took a shower together. I stepped out of bed and grabbed my pants while doing so.