The Flesh Cartel - Episode #7: Homecoming by Rachel Haimowitz, Heidi Belleau Read Free Book Online Page B

chocolate, like something sweet and beautiful to be savored, sliding his jeans down his thighs to pool around his ankles. There was a bit of a struggle after that, getting out of his shoes and socks, but the whole time Nikolai kept touching him, tracing whorling patterns over his skin, fingers brushing the edge of his panties. There was no doubt in Dougie’s mind how attractive Nikolai found him right now. Nothing about this was awkward or uncomfortable—not even the pink lace underwear. It was just . . . it was good. It was so good. Nikolai had made it good. Dougie could never thank him enough for that.
    But he could certainly try.
    “Would you like me to suck you, sir?” Dougie blushed, but he didn’t feel ashamed.
    Nikolai unzipped his fly and reached into his briefs, big cock springing free. “No. Not this time. Come here and straddle my legs.”
    Dougie tugged at the waistband of his panties in silent question.
    “Keep them on. Come.”
    Dougie went, sliding into Nikolai’s lap. Nikolai’s hard cock pressed insistently against the base of the plug still inside him. Nikolai took Dougie’s hips in hand, thumbs stroking the fabric of the panties, and then swept one hand down to cup Dougie’s caged cock and tight, aching balls.
    “Sir, please,” Dougie murmured, arching his back, emphasizing the curves of his body that Nikolai so loved. He knew he had no right to ask for anything—not for his own pleasure, not even for the right to pleasure Nikolai—especially after how generous Nikolai had already been, how giving and open and loving. And maybe that was the problem; here he was trying so very, very hard to remember his place, to grow accustomed to it, be comfortable in it, and Nikolai was spoiling him. Making it so easy to forget what he was now. Who was serving whom.
    And even though Nikolai didn’t seem to mind, Dougie murmured, “I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean— I mean, I’d never presume to—”
    Nikolai cut him off with a squeeze to his balls, not punishing or cruel, but just this side of sweet. He was breathing nearly as hard as Dougie was. “If you forgot your place just now, Douglas, I do believe that’s my fault.”
    Dougie nodded rapidly, touched, mute.
    The hand on Dougie’s balls slipped between his spread thighs, hooking into the crotch of the panties and giving a hard yank. The flimsy fabric tore. Fingers stroked his taint, teasing at the ring of the cock cage as if to say, Yes, you did forget your place, allow me to remind you now by leaving this here and driving you wild. But they didn’t stay—one stroke, two, and then they skirted back, wrapped around the base of the plug and pulled. Dougie’s hole clenched, not ready to give it up, even as the dragging sensation half undid him, might’ve made him come right then and there if his cock weren’t caged. He whimpered, fisted his hands lest they clamp themselves onto Nikolai’s shoulders where they so desperately wanted to go, and begged, “Please sir, may I touch you?” Still begging, yes, still asking for things. But not for himself this time. Or, at least, not only for himself.
    “Arms around my neck,” Nikolai said, and that was perfect, that was exactly what Dougie had been hoping for, and he felt so deliriously aligned with Nikolai, so cosmically in tune, that he didn’t even stop to marvel at Nikolai knowing exactly what he wanted and wanting the exact same thing in return. He just threw his arms around Nikolai’s shoulders and laced his fingers behind Nikolai’s neck and let his palms rub up against the soft, thick hair at Nikolai’s nape and thought, prayed , Fuck me, please.
    And maybe they really were communicating on some other level, because that was exactly what Nikolai did. Took hold of Dougie’s hips, raised him up and then pulled him back down, impaling him on his cock in one clean thrust. No need to prepare—he was still lubed from the plug, which had loosened him just enough to be tight for Nikolai,