His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) (23 page)

“Push them in.” It sounded like
an impatient complaint, and Misha arched his ass up, wiggling it against the
digits. He let his stumps rest on Grim’s chest, purposefully trying to fuel
Grim’s fire.

“You’re such a tease,” uttered Grim,
but after a few more rubs, he pushed in two of his fingers, knowing Misha could
take it now. The stump was a burning presence on his chest. One day, he would
fuck Misha on the table, and he would kiss his stumps all over while drilling
his dick inside that hot, shivering body.

All he got in reply was a moan,
and Misha closed his eyes with his lips still open. He did look different from
the porn vids he’d done with Gary. In the scenes, he was louder and had more of
a dirty mouth, and when Grim thought back to it now, the reactions reminded him
more of porn than real-life sex. Here, in the darkness, Misha was the picture
of quiet ecstasy, and that was only for Grim to see.

“Yes? Good?” asked Grim, swirling
his fingers inside as he leaned over Misha, kissing his bound hands, which were
clasped together, as if Misha were praying to some unseen god.

“Yes. Take your time …” A smile
bloomed on Misha’s lips, but he kept his eyes closed.

Grim smirked and scissored his
fingers, touching Misha’s taint with his thumb. “I think you should jerk off.”

Misha gave him a half-lidded look
and lowered his hands to his cock, pushing it in between. He was a very willing
prisoner.

“Slowly. I don’t want you to come
yet,” whispered Grim, fascinated by the way Misha’s foreskin uncovered and
covered the cockhead every time Misha moved his palms. He pushed one more
finger into Misha’s soft ass, making him thrust his hips up against the
invading hand. It made Grim want to go deeper and deeper, into the secret
places within Misha’s body that only he would get to experience.

“That’s ... hard.” Misha gasped
and stroked himself slower, as Grim’s thoughts drifted to the vids in which
Misha jerked himself off and fingered himself at the same time. They always
seemed more personal than the ones where Andrey performed with his masked
“boyfriend.”

He pushed his hand hard against
Misha’s hole and watched for his reactions, breathless as he noticed a bead of
fluid on the tip of Misha’s cock. He did it again and again, making sure he
nudged the prostate gently, not to overwhelm Misha with sensations yet. But
once he found that sweet spot, Misha’s moans became louder again, and Grim
could sense his partner’s inner muscles twitch around his fingers despite being
more relaxed than ever.

“Fuck! Oh fuck …” Misha whimpered,
and his stump slid all the way down to Grim’s lap, settling against his cock.
It was almost like being touched by a hot poker, but at the same time almost
good enough to send jets of cum all over the leg. Grim took hold of Misha’s hands
and pulled them off his cock, breathing hard as he looked into those big brown
eyes.

Misha trailed the stump over
Grim’s cock from base to head. It was heaven and hell combined.

Grim moaned and pressed on
Misha’s prostate with a bit more force, making Misha squirm even more. He
kissed Misha’s lips as he slowly added his pinky to the three fingers that were
already inside. It didn’t go in as easily, but after a moment of pushing and
twisting, his four fingers sank in almost to the knuckle.

Grim froze at a higher-pitched
whimper, but Misha just kept moaning and wiggling, smelling deliciously of
sweat and arousal. Grim added more lube for good measure and took his time
swirling his fingers in the slippery hole. It didn’t seem like any pain was
involved, and he smiled, kissing Misha’s cock before licking some of the
wetness it spilled on Misha’s trembling stomach. “Tell me when,” he uttered,
grabbing the base of his cock to calm down. The wait was maddening, and he
hoped he wouldn’t come straightaway, like an overeager teenager.

“When …” It was barely audible as
Misha’s chest heaved, and his lips trembled. Misha got to all fours once Grim
pulled out his fingers. His pink hole twitched as he arched his ass, presenting
Grim with the pert buttocks and his unique legs.

It was such a beautiful sight
that Grim couldn’t resist and kissed Misha’s tailbone, rubbing one of his
buttocks while pulling his slick hand over his own cock. “You’re ready? Will
you look back at me?”

Misha looked over his shoulder
with some of the hair sticking to his face. “I know you’ll be gentle.”

Grim kissed Misha’s skin again
and straightened his back, grabbing the lube. He dropped his thick cock between
Misha’s buttocks and gasped, watching it move up and down the crack as he
rocked his hips. He already knew Misha would feel so tight around it. “Yes,
just look at me, sweet bird,” he asked, pouring the lube straight on his dick.

“I wouldn’t think of anything
else. You’re better than porn. I love the way your stomach muscles move when
you breathe hard. Your cock feels so good there already.” Misha’s stumps kept
shifting and twitching, only making Grim’s arousal harder to contain.

He massaged the lube all over his
dick and nudged the swollen opening with the head, pushing on it gently and
watching Misha through the haze of arousal that curled around his balls.
“Steady, baby.”

Misha’s body language invited him
in. They were skin to skin, and his cum would stay in Misha’s tight body. Just
getting to push his cockhead between Misha’s buttocks was making Grim hot all
over. This boy was all his. Not a fuck buddy, not a hookup. Only his.

He pushed in, with more force
this time, and Misha’s body opened up, sucking him into its endless warmth.
Grim moaned and squeezed his hand on Misha’s back as he kept a firm hold on the
base of his own cock. His mind was a mess of white noise, blocking anything
that wasn’t the echo of their joined pulsing bodies.

When he glanced at Misha’s face,
their eyes met, and there was so much need hiding behind Misha’s eyes that Grim
never wanted to pull out of the throbbing heat. “It’s big but feels good,”
Misha whispered breathlessly.

“Yes ... it is fucking amazing,”
muttered Grim, pulling Misha’s hips toward him. Misha needed to be as open as
possible once Grim pushed in deeper, slowly inching more of his cock into that
well-stretched hole. Next time, they would do it in full light so he could see
the flesh around him go a bit paler. For now, he’d settle on enjoying the view
of his cock disappearing in Misha’s ass. So fucking hot. And Misha still had
his hands trapped under him in the belt loop. If Grim wanted to, he could do
anything to this boy. Pluck his feathers one by one. He would never do so, but
he’d lie if he claimed he wasn’t enjoying the ultimate feeling of power it gave
him.

Misha’s ass tensed around his
cock, milking it already, and when Grim pulled back a bit, to ease the
pressure, Misha’s hips followed him, as if begging for more.

Grim rasped his pleasure and
petted Misha’s thigh, slowly working himself in, wary of any discomfort he
might see on that handsome face. But as hard as it was to keep his hips from
thrusting harder and giving Misha more than he could handle, slowly but surely,
Grim’s cock was sinking into that tight hole that didn’t seem to have lost any
of its appetite.

Misha panted and lifted his hips
slightly, making Grim wonder whether Misha was looking for space to stroke
himself. “It’s massive. God.” He groaned and hid his face in a pillow.

Grim laughed, and his heart
fluttered as he gave Misha’s ass a playful slap. “Told you,” he said, drawing
back, only to push in deeper, but in the end, he decided not to go farther that
first time and grabbed the remaining part of his cock, rocking most of the
length back and forth into Misha’s body. The flesh seemed to stretch over his
every vein, so hot and soft around him.

“I know,” Misha mumbled from his
pillow. “But seeing it, and
feeling
it? Two different things. You
haven’t really done that much but slide it in, and it already feels like I’m
really
getting fucked.” He spread his legs wider in invitation, so Grim
didn’t hesitate and moved back and forth at a faster pace, his free hand firmly
planted on Misha’s hip.

Grim made a small circle with his
hips, sending his cock in at another angle, and it only went wilder from there.
Seeing no evidence of pain from Misha, he let himself go and fucked him a bit
harder as the pliant flesh swallowed his dick without even a trace of protest.
It stretched to accommodate him, and he almost felt as if he was being sucked
on, pulled in deeper.

“Lay on top of me. Hold me
close,” Misha moaned, stirring under Grim and sending trembles down his cock.
His hair covered his face, but Grim was now certain Misha was pleasuring
himself as they fucked.

Grim dropped forward, holding
himself up with one hand, and let go of the base of his dick in favor of
pushing one arm underneath Misha and holding him to his chest. The world was
spiraling out of control as he thrust hard, and Misha cried out. Grim moved his
hips back and kissed him, brushing the heated, sweaty skin of his lover’s back
with his teeth. “I’m here, birdie. Not letting you go.”

“You feel so good. I’m gonna come
so soon,” Misha whimpered, and when Grim kissed his ear, he could feel it
burning up with heat. Now that he lay on top of Misha, he could feel all the
little stirs of that lovely body, every wiggle of his ass and tensing of
muscles.

He never got this far with Coy. Back
then they were young and just fooling around. He’d wished for rougher sex
later, but no other partner came even close to forging the kind of connection
Grim had shared with his first love. Until now.

No one else was as vulnerable
with him as Misha was, and no one else had the body of Grim’s dreams, with
smooth, lickable stumps. Just the fact that Misha’s legs were shorter made the
whole experience unique. Like when he put them on Grim’s chest in a way that
wouldn’t work with a full-length limb. The way the stump slid over Grim’s dick,
its touch different from any other body part. And now that a bond of trust had
been forged, Misha surrendered to Grim so beautifully.

When Misha came, pushing his ass
even harder on Grim’s dick, the throbbing inside of him was like an explosion
of arousal. Grim cried out, pulling Misha against him and licked his shoulder
blade, breathless as climax rippled through his body as well, turning him into
a trembling mess. He curled over Misha, kissing his skin fervently until
explosions of pleasure died down, leaving Grim with a lingering buzz that made
him feel as if he couldn’t possibly be any happier.

“Misha?”

“Yes?” came after a few ragged
breaths.

Grim toyed with the things he
could say, but eventually settled on, “You want me to pull out now?”

Misha turned his head and looked
at Grim, all flushed and heaving. “I just want to … be.”

“Okay,” whispered Grim and very
slowly rolled on his side, keeping his dick inside Misha as he pulled him
along. They were a sweaty mess, and he loved it.

Misha whimpered and put his stump
over Grim’s knee. “Oh … This position feels different too.”

Grim smirked and reached to
Misha’s front, pulling the belt off his hands and holding one of them gently.
He hadn’t thought it possible, but the afterglow, with them spooned so tightly,
could be even better than the sex itself. Misha pushed his back into Grim, murmuring
something with a smile ghosting across his mouth.

“What was that?” asked Grim,
enjoying how his cock softened inside Misha’s still-tight body.

“I just can’t remember the last
time I felt this good.” Misha entwined their fingers.

A strange, tingling feeling
spread over Grim, and he rested his head over Misha’s, drinking the warmth of
his cheeks. “I’ll make you feel like that more often then.”

Misha pulled Grim’s hand to his
lips and kissed his fingers. “You help me forget.”

Grim exhaled and slowly pulled
his cock out of Misha’s body before cuddling up to him in earnest. It felt good
to lie down together like this. So peaceful. “It’ll be all right. Promise.”

“I think I’m still getting used
to not having to worry every single day.”

“Are you? You told me all your
days were the same,” whispered Grim, breathing in the smell of Misha’s cum. He
couldn’t imagine how narrow such a life would feel to him when he was used to
cruising the open roads and finding new places to stay all the time.

“Every day, Gary could have
changed his mind about me. Every day, I could have been sold off if he felt
like it. No one would consult me about it, so one day, it could have just
happened.”

Grim pulled on Misha’s shoulder
and rolled him to his back so they could look at one another. “How was it?
Living with him?” he asked, suddenly really wanting to know. Not because he
needed even more reasons to hate the man, but because he wanted to understand
Misha better.

“I got so used to him I stopped
seeing him as the bad guy.” Misha reached out to stroke Grim’s cheeks. “There
were days when I felt happy, just because he let me roam around his living
room, or when he got me something stupidly insignificant. And sometimes I’d
block everything out and like the sex. He wasn’t too rough.” Misha looked away
from Grim’s eyes, still flushed and with disheveled hair, but with an unwelcome
sadness to his gaze. “I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have liked it.”