Page 65 of Mistaken Prejudice

The neon light painted his pale skin pink, and with the darkness surrounding us, it was a beautiful sight.

I pulled his boxers down and tossed them somewhere in the car before I grabbed a handful of his bare ass and squeezed the perky flesh in my hands.

“Fuck, I love your ass,” I growled before I pressed my mouth to his nipple and sucked on it until Miles started to moan. His voice sent jolts of pleasure to my leaking cock, and I couldn’t wait another second without feeling his tight walls wrap around me.

“Hurry up. P-please,” he begged, and his pleading was music to my horny ears.

I pulled out the packet of lube and condoms I had in my back pocket and brought them to my mouth. I took my lips away from his erect nipple so I could use my teeth to tear up the lube. As soon as my fingers were lubed and pressed against his needy hole, my mouth was back on his nipples.

By the time he was ready to take me inside of him, he was a needy mess. Just the way I loved him.

“Andrei, f-fuck me already. Please,” he demanded as I leaned back against the tattered seats and pulled myself out of my jeans. I gave my throbbing cock a long stroke, starting at the base and squeezing the tip before I put on the rubber.

“Come on, Zaychik. Show me how well you can ride my cock.”

His eyes shone in what I could only assume was desire, and he drew his lower lip between his teeth and nodded his excitement.

I loved how eager he was to please me.

He reached behind and grabbed my cock before slowly lowering himself on me. We both let out a long groan as my dick breached his first ring of muscles and sank deep inside him until I was all the way in.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled through gritted teeth as I did my best not to come right on the spot. Usually, I had better self-control, but with the ecstasy and how Miles looked on my dick? There was no way I would last, and when he started rocking his hips and riding me like the champion he was, I knew it was an end game for me. He was so tight and warm that the condom did nothing in lowering the pleasure. My dick felt raw inside his flesh as my heart hammered fast behind my rib cage.

“Holy fuck.” I threw my head back as Miles continued to rock my world with his hips. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, and I was pretty sure he was too lost in his high at the moment to care about anything but his orgasm. And neither did I. All I wanted was to come with my cock deep inside him.

I grabbed his ass and started to move him faster as I chased my orgasm. His sweet, tight ass squeezed around me so good, and I wanted to die buried deep inside of it. It was the best sensation known to man.

I grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to look at me. His pupils were blown to the size of a coin, and his dark, sweaty hair hung around his pleasure-soaked face. His lips curved into a beautiful shape with each moan that breached them, and the sound of it mixed with the feeling of his body rocking against me was all I needed to send me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I warned a moment before I exploded into the condom. I rocked my hips to match his rhythm until I was drained out. A moment later, Miles’s body started to shake on top of me, and he rode me through his orgasm, screaming my name loud enough for angels to hear. Once it was over, he collapsed on top of me.

I wrapped my hands around him and held him as close to me as possible.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear, hoping he was still awake to hear me. “I love you so much, Zaychik.” And if he wasn’t, I’d just tell him again tomorrow. And the day after it, and after it… Hopefully, for as long as he’d allow me.

Chapter 21

Miles

I opened my eyes to the sounds of crashing waves and seagulls’ calls. I drifted my head from the pillow I drooled over to meet with a wooden wall. What the hell? This wasn’t my room.

The smell of the ocean filled my nostrils, and only after I heard Jessie’s voice coming from somewhere in the house did I understand where I was. Andrei’s room.

I had no memory of how we got here, but we did. And as for the moment, I was curled up in the heaven known as Andrei’s bed that smelled just like him.

I buried my face in his pillow and inhaled the spicy scent deeply when images of last night came back to me. The ecstasy and the dancing. Me riding him in a broken car and… I love you. I love you so much, Zaychik. Heat rushed to my face as I recalled his words. I was too tired to say anything back, so I guessed he thought I was asleep. But I wasn’t.

It was hard to imagine how a person who once was a complete stranger to you now became your everything.

I glanced around the small room that was crowded with stuff. Surfboards, books, video games, shoes, and clothes. I wasn’t surprised they were all in place, and the room looked clean and neat. After all, Andrei was an organized person.

There was another bed in the room with a mess of clothes thrown on it. Thanks to the empty pack of cigarettes underneath it, I assumed it belonged to Diesel. I also remembered that Andrei once mentioned they shared a room.

I spotted my phone on the nightstand beside me. Charged. Thank God for that.

After grabbing it, I rolled to my stomach and quickly opened my phone to tell Papa good morning and assure him I was okay. For all he knew, I spent the night at Andrei’s. I didn’t enjoy lying to him, but it wasn’t a complete lie when you thought about it.

I already had several missed calls from him and a bunch of texts. I tried to call him back, but he was unavailable. Since it was Saturday morning, he was probably in his Pilates class with Timothee, so I texted him instead, telling him I’d just woken up and that I’d be home for lunch.