His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) (22 page)

Misha’s face went slack. “Is that
… not something your lovers usually do? Or say?”

Grim laughed and pinched Misha’s
chin, pushing him flat against the mattress, both hands trapped over his head.
“Still embarrassed about that moneyshot?”

“I’m sorry. I really didn’t know
I should have asked,” Misha whined but didn’t show a hint of discomfort when
Grim held him down.

“It’s fine,” said Grim and kissed
the side of Misha’s face before trailing kisses underneath his jaw. He needed
Misha as relaxed as possible. “No. They usually say that it’s the biggest they
have taken or that I’m gonna turn them inside out.” He exhaled, savoring the
tang of Misha’s sweat. “Or ask me to choke them as we fuck.”

Misha watched Grim with his lips
parted. “I just want to feel you all over. I want you to come inside me.”

Grim’s toes curled, and he
shuddered, sliding his tongue over Misha’s lips as red-hot excitement soaked
into his brain’s grey matter. “You don’t want my cock. You want
me
,
don’t you?” he whispered, rocking his hips between Misha’s thighs, and gasped
when his hardening cock ground against Misha’s.

Misha nodded and wrapped his arms
around Grim’s neck. “No one will ever know me the way you do.” He arched up for
a kiss as his body tuned in to Grim’s rhythm.

Grim pulled one of Misha’s thighs
closer and briefly touched the stump, focused on those succulent lips. “No. No
one will, my sweet birdie. Just like no one else will ever know who I really
am. I told no one else.” He blinked, watching Misha’s face emerge from the
shadow as it rolled to the side, toward the window. “No one knows who set fire
to that second house. Just you.”

Misha closed his eyes as they
kissed, and he ran his fingers over the leather at the back of Grim’s mask.
“It’s like we’ve melted together already.”

Grim lifted the hem of Misha’s
tank top and buried his face between his pecs, kissing the heated skin. Even
touching him mostly through a layer of leather, the contact felt more real than
with any hookup he could think of. “You want rubbers?”

“No. I’m bare with you.” Misha’s breath
hitched, and then he laughed out loud. “Oh, fuck. I’ve just had this phantom
heat sensation in my toes.”

Grim’s heart leapt. “Was it
good?” he asked and tickled Misha’s calf as excitement soared in his veins.
“You feel me touching them?”

“I don’t know. But it was good.
Like putting your feet close to the radiator on a cold evening.” The muscle in
one of the stumps twitched against Grim’s fingers.

Grim smiled and closed his front
teeth over Misha’s nipple, pulling on the salty flesh. “I’m gonna eat your ass.
You want that?”

Misha’s fingers tensed against
Grim’s nape, and he ground his dick into Grim’s stomach. “Oh, yes, please …
I’ve never had it done to me.” His voice was soft and pleading, just the way
Grim liked it.

“No? I wanted to have a taste of it
since the first time I saw it on the screen,” whispered Grim, tracing Misha’s
nipple with his tongue and then with the web underneath. He exhaled and
squeezed Misha’s cock through his shorts. It was as hard as his own. “I bet
it’s so warm inside.”

“You did?” Misha whispered,
stirring under Grim in the sweetest way and thrusting against Grim’s hand like
an eager puppy. His skin tasted fresh, with the aroma of the shower gel he must
have used, but arousal was evaporating off him already.

Grim smirked. “Yes. When it’s
open after you use a toy, it’s so pink and juicy inside. And now I’ll finally
have a taste myself,” he said and pulled on Misha’s top.

Misha lifted his arms to make it
easier for Grim and wiggled out of the garment with a smile and flushed cheeks.
“I did like the toys. I could do things at my own pace.”

It was like an alarm going off in
Grim’s head. “Maybe we should get you some then,” he proposed and pulled off his
tight long-sleeved shirt.

Misha reached up to Grim’s mask,
opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Grim swallowed his
words as the leather pulled on his lips and nose, peeled off by Misha’s
fingers. Once the mask was off, he could sense the cool air on his sweaty skin,
and he combed back his unruly hair. “Want you so bad ...”

“I know it might seem weird
because of what I’ve been through, but I do like the sensation of a good, hard
fuck.” Misha ran his palms up Grim’s stomach. All Grim needed to do now was to
pull down his shorts, and he’d have Misha naked. “What spoiled it for me was
usually the people I’ve been with.”

Grim covered Misha with his own
body, gasping when their chests touched creating a vacuum of warmth. “Don’t
think about them now. I’ll make it good. I’m gonna come so deep inside you,” he
promised.

As soon as he pulled the shorts
off Misha’s legs, the perfectly erect, darkened cock would be all his.

“Yes …” Misha hugged Grim tight
and pulled him in for a kiss. “Ouch, your belt.”

Grim laughed and pulled Misha’s
hand to his buckle, loving how those warm fingers felt against his hard dick.
“You need to deal with that yourself, birdie. Unpack it.”

The undeniable lust in Misha’s
eyes was a tickle to Grim’s ego. Misha didn’t waste time, unbuckling the belt
and pulling it out before he unzipped Grim’s pants, easing the pressure around
Grim’s stiff cock.

“Fuck, that’s good,” whimpered
Grim and briefly rolled over to get rid of his remaining clothes. He was back
on top of Misha within seconds, his heart light. “Give me those hands,” he
said, grabbing the fallen belt and pushing himself back between the spread
thighs that already felt more masculine with Misha’s body hair finally starting
to grow back.

Misha gasped but reached out to
Grim with an endless amount of trust in his eyes. Grim could swallow him whole,
like the big bad wolf he was, and Misha wouldn’t even know what hit him.

“Good boy,” Grim said and looped
the belt around Misha’s wrists, tightening it around them. If Misha felt like
it, he could easily get his hands free, but it wasn’t about real captivity.
Grim wanted to see yet another sign of his claim on the beautiful bird that
would stay with him even if he left the door of its cage wide open. “Spread
your legs,” he said, leaning down toward Misha’s dick, his eyes focused on the
shadows beneath the scrotum, his nose already picking up the musky scent of
Misha’s lust. He shuddered, imagining his cock buried below Misha’s sac, veiny
and firm as it slowly pushed its way inside.

Misha’s eyes trailed all over
Grim’s body, and Grim tensed his stomach to seem bigger, sexier, for the one
pair of eyes he wanted following him forever. But the moment Misha parted his
legs, Grim could only think of the young body that was opening up to him so
willingly.

He couldn’t stop the low growl
that came out of his throat, and he started massaging Misha’s legs in little
circles, moving the touch all the way to the stumps and back. Misha’s thighs
twitched when Grim leaned in, following the musky scent of arousal, and pulled
a thick pillow closer.

Grim touched his nose and lips
against the underside of Misha’s cock and lapped at his balls, nuzzling them
before he moved lower, tracing the tip of his nose up and down the crack.
Misha’s puckered hole squeezed slightly at the touch, and Grim couldn’t wait to
tease it, imagining all that young muscle tightening around his cock, Misha’s
innocent eyes swallowed by lust, and their lips sharing oxygen-less air.

He kissed one of Misha’s buttocks
and then leaned up again, suckling on the loose skin around Misha’s balls while
he lifted Misha’s hips just enough to push the pillow underneath Misha. He
started tracing Misha’s buttocks with the featherlight touch of his fingers.
When he opened his eyes, he could see all of Misha—the cock twitching where it
lay on his stomach, Misha’s pleading eyes, and the hands that remained tightly
fastened with the belt.

Arousal stabbed Grim’s stomach at
full force when Misha moaned and spread his legs wider in invitation. He was
the sweetest sexual treat Grim could imagine, but it also struck him just how
connected to Misha he felt. How he couldn’t compare this to even the sexiest of
hookups. There was a tenderness gripping at his throat whenever his eyes met
Misha’s, and the sex, while dirty and carnal, would also make them melt
together.

He pulled his finger over the
entrance of Misha’s body and lapped at the tip of Misha’s cock, savoring the
bitter precum as he already anticipated more. When he lowered his body, moving
his face back to those round, succulent buttocks, he could hear Misha’s breath
speeding up. He glanced up into the bright, hazy eyes and blew hot air all over
Misha’s anus.

“Oh, fuck,” Misha hissed and
rolled his head back to the pillow, his face out of Grim’s sight. When Grim
traced the pucker with the tip of his tongue, Misha tightened his thighs,
hugging Grim’s head. He smiled when Grim’s hair tickled the sensitive skin.

“Good?” asked Grim and gave a wet
kiss to Misha’s inner thigh before spreading Misha’s buttocks. He looked up, and
instead of going straight for the musky flesh, he traced his tongue over the
smooth tissue where the buttocks sloped toward Misha’s hole.

“Very good. I like doing new
things with you.” Misha arched his ass up, and despite taking his time to tease
him, Grim couldn’t wait to see the cockhead of his dick pushing inside. He
would not miss the chance to watch Misha’s face when that happened.

His tongue made a little dip into
the puckered hole, and when it squeezed in resistance, Grim lapped around it,
groaning at the salty taste of skin. He would make Misha so frantic that the
boy would beg him to push in.

But when Misha closed his legs
over Grim’s shoulders, resting his stumps on Grim’s body, Grim was moaning and
begging for more. For years, he’d longed for a reciprocated sexual relationship
with an amputee, and now he finally had that with not one but two stumps
rubbing against his skin.

Grim moaned wantonly and gave the
pucker a wet, demanding kiss, arching against the smooth touch of Misha’s legs.
He wanted them all over. He wanted them on his dick, but most of all, he wanted
them around his face. His cock was so hard he needed to raise his hips off the
bed not to come from all the combined sensations.

“More …” Misha pleaded, and Grim
couldn’t wait to grant his wish. Every inch of his tongue yearned to push in
and loosen Misha’s sphincter for what was to come later.

“Yeah? More of that?” he rasped,
tracing the clenched hole with teasing licks of his tongue and holding Misha in
place when he tried to buck his hips.

“Yes. Do it to me.” The movements
of the stumps over Grim’s upper back were making Grim’s brain hazy with lust.
Each one of his dark needs would be satisfied tonight.

Grim hummed and stabbed Misha’s
anus with his tongue, massaging the meaty buttocks as he spat on the hole and
swirled his tongue over the tiny folds of skin around the heat that was Misha’s
hole. Pushing his tongue through the sphincter seemed to always elicit a
reaction. Grim couldn’t wait to find out what that reaction would be once he replaced
his lips with a cock.

At one point, Misha tensed his
asscheeks, and Grim squeezed them harder, only to have one of the stumps slide
over his nape. He was in heaven, and he wanted to give Misha the same, so after
a few seconds of relentless teasing, he pushed his tongue in, deep this time, straight
into the molten heat of that wonderfully tight hole. The ring of muscle would
later throb all over his cock and pull him in, the same way Misha’s sweet words
could tug on the heartstrings he thought he’d lost. He couldn’t wait to turn
around and suckle his own sweat off one of the stumps sliding over his back.

Grabbing Misha’s hips hard, he
moved his tongue in and out, drilling it inside and sliding it out occasionally
to tease the entrance. Misha’s body was relaxing at a rapid pace, and all Grim
could think of was that hole stretching wide to accommodate him.

Normally, he could play like this
for hours, but if he was to finish inside of Misha, not all over the sheets, he
needed to move fast. He slipped his tongue out, kissed Misha’s taint, balls, and
his cock, and leaned over to the bedside table where he left lube earlier.
“You’re so damn hot.”

“Tell me more,” Misha whispered
between one gasp and another. Grim had much more he could say about Misha’s
body. He’d watched it for years, drooling in front of the screen and hoping to
at least get a response to his letters, when now he had Misha gasping,
squirming, and willing to take his cock.

“You accept who I am,” said Grim,
spilling lube into his hand and rocking his hips so that his dick would rub
against Misha’s balls. Just this had him shivering.

Misha arched up and looked at
him, red-faced. “Yes. I do … Fuck, it looks so good.” His gaze lowered to
Grim’s cock, and with his hands tied together, for a split second, Grim
imagined Misha without arms as well, helpless and ready to take whatever Grim
chose to give him. Grim wouldn’t want this at all, not really. He wanted Misha
smiling and happy, and while the fantasy made his cock twitch with excitement,
he knew better than to share it with his traumatized lover.

“It’s coming,” said Grim and
tickled Misha’s entrance with his lubed fingers.