His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) (31 page)

Grim smirked and kissed Misha’s
shoulder while blindly pulling closer some pillows and stuffing them underneath
Misha’s back for a somewhat half-lying, half-sitting position. “We might
consider that.”

Misha closed his fingers over
Grim’s cock, and his slim hand only made it look larger. “So hot.” Even his
chest got a flush when their eyes met over the thick shaft.

Grim shuddered, watching Misha
spit on his hand and slowly tug on the whole length. “I wanna fuck you today,”
he said, stroking Misha’s thigh with one hand.

“Okay. I’m pretty sure we have
enough time.” Misha’s eyes were glued to Grim’s dick, and Grim couldn’t feel
prouder despite knowing that having a big cock wasn’t exactly an achievement.

Grim raised his eyebrows. “Not
with my dick. I got you a little something.”

“Oh! Show me.” Grim couldn’t have
dreamed of a more enthusiastic reaction.

Grim pulled him closer for a
deep, intense kiss and reached to the nightstand on his side of the bed.
Excitement was making his mind fuzzy, but he first threw lube on the mattress
and then followed it with the fabric-encased present. “Go on, unwrap it.”

Misha gave him a quick kiss, but
it didn’t escape Grim that he tensed the muscle in his stumps and pulled them
closer over the bedding as he uncovered the black, ribbed sex toy and moved it
around in his hands, as if trying to understand how it worked. It had a
T-shaped base for easy handling and a crooked shape with a round tip.

“You ever used anything like
this?” asked Grim, swirling his tongue into Misha’s navel. He gasped when
Misha’s cock poked the underside of his jaw, but the sensation was too
delicious to miss, so Grim squeezed the pulsing dick in the crook of his neck.

“Not like this.” Misha arched his
hips up to poke him with the cock again.

Grim laughed and gave the smooth
head a playful lap before taking the toy out of Misha’s hand and tapping the
round ending against his lips. “You will like this one, I promise,” he said
with a sense of purpose lingering beneath skin.

“I’ll trust you then.” Misha
opened his pink lips in invitation, and as Grim slid the toy in, he couldn’t
help but imagine his own cock in Misha’s wet, hot mouth. He exhaled, watching
that pink, slick tongue trail over the underside of the toy and playing with
the ribs. He loved toys. And he loved sweet, kinky boys.

“Trust in what?”

Misha gave the tip of the toy a
lick. “That you’ll make it good.” He took the dildo back into his mouth as if
in slow motion, looking into Grim’s eyes. It reminded Grim of the videos Misha
used to make, but from now on, he’d be the only one to see Misha’s lips
accommodate a cock.

He groaned, massaging Misha’s
thighs as he watched the black shape sink into Misha’s mouth. “I’ll let you
play with it now,” Grim whispered and grabbed Misha’s thighs, pulling them
apart for the best angle.

Misha’s gaze became hazy, and he
took the toy into his mouth all the way up to the base, spread out in front of
Grim, naked except for the vest, beautiful in his excitement. No one else
mattered to Misha now, and Grim would do anything it took to keep it that way
for the rest of his life.

Grim slid his hands underneath
Misha’s ass and pulled it closer to expose the pink anus. He smirked and lapped
at Misha’s balls as he flattened one hand on Misha’s abdomen and started gently
massaging the muscle beneath skin.

The suckling sounds became
louder, sending tingles of pleasure all over Grim’s back and making his cock
stiffen even more. If he had a smaller dick, he’d fuck Misha with it every day.
The one time they’d done it, Misha’s body yielded to him so beautifully, and he
seemed to enjoy the fucking too, always so responsive to touch. But penetration
was difficult for Grim, as it required self-discipline, so he learned to enjoy
other kinds of sex just as much. As long as he had a beautiful boy, as long as
they both came, anything could be equally pleasing to him.

He suckled on the salty skin of
Misha’s sac and poured some lube over the crack, letting it drizzle all over
the hole and the fingers that Grim brushed against those pert buttocks.

Misha let out one of those little
moans that Grim was getting drunk on. In the corner of his eye, he saw Misha’s
stumps dragging over the bedding, and all he could think of was sweat, sperm,
and goose bumps all over Misha’s soft skin. He’d never have a more perfect
partner. So sexy but also so dependent on him, so sweet in his need for help
while never losing his sarcastic nature and sharp intelligence.

Misha licked all around the black
toy while Grim massaged his anus, asking the muscles to let him in. They were
loosening up, and with Grim applying gentle pressure over Misha’s cock and
balls, he could soon slide in one digit, which he crooked, pulling on the
sphincter from inside.

“I’m gonna be so slow today, you
are gonna beg me to finish you off,” he promised.

Misha popped the toy out of his
mouth, already flushed and breathing harder with arousal. Grim enjoyed getting
off just like anyone did, but he loved watching his partners even more.
Especially the amputees, as their bodies were particularly unique. Misha was
such a glorious sight with the planes of muscle and golden skin spread out in
invitation and asking to be admired. His pale nipples hardened, his cock
twitched every now and then, where it rested next to his navel, and his ass
tensed over Grim’s finger, as if asking for more.

Grim pulled the foreskin of
Misha’s cock down to expose the whole head, so soft and sensitive, especially
below where it met the rest of the shaft. He already knew that touching Misha
there would send his beautiful boy into a frenzy of lust.

“You make it so good,” Misha
whispered and reached out to Grim’s cheek, running his fingers over it. His
chest was rising and falling rhythmically, painting the prettiest picture in
front of Grim’s eyes.

Grim smirked, watching the flush
on Misha’s face and chest darken in the bright daylight coming through the
window. He loved the fact that Misha wasn’t ashamed of his body, even more so
now that he was comfortable with Grim touching his stumps as well.

He scissored his fingers,
checking if the hole was sufficiently relaxed, and then drove his fingers in
deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” Misha tensed and
raised his stumps off the bed.
Bingo
. He mewled when Grim touched the
little bud again, and he dropped the toy next to him. “Again,” he pleaded, arching
and spreading his thighs.

Misha’s insides were molten hot,
and Grim wanted to enjoy them a bit more before going further, but if the way
Misha rocked his hips and rolled his head back was any indication, the sweet
bird was ready for more.

“Greedy bastard.”

“You do it so well,” Misha
whined, shifting and writhing, as he grabbed the bedding with one hand. “I
promise I’ll make you feel good too.”

“I bet you will,” said Grim,
though he would be fine just masturbating while kissing those shapely stumps
all over. Touching them gave him a rush that awoke vibrant noise in all the
sensitive parts of his body. He sucked in the head of Misha’s cock and reached
for the toy, eventually sliding his fingers out of Misha to cover the massager
with lube. Just seeing the clear gel drizzle over the ridges was a thrilling
sight when Grim imagined what it would be used for.

Misha pulled his legs up and held
them to his chest, shamelessly exposing his ass. Grim had to stop everything
and take a deep breath to admire the view without losing it. Misha even wiggled
the stumps for his pleasure, and the blatant temptation was more than Grim
could take.

“Fuck. You’re teasing me,”
whimpered Grim, sliding first the round head and then the ridges of the toy
against Misha’s tight, sensitive opening. Let him have a taste of his own
medicine.

The muscles of Misha’s thighs
tensed, and he let his head fall back with a moan. “The ridges … I’ve always
liked ribbed dildos.”

“I remember. That’s why I got
this one,” whispered Grim, thinking back to a porn clip in which Misha fucked
himself on a purple ribbed dildo, which he earlier attached to the wall with
its suction base. His hair had been all over the place as he pushed back
rhythmically, accepting the uneven shaft into his tight body.

He popped the round head in, and
the groan he got in return was music to his ears. Misha wiggled his ass
impatiently. “Come on … fuck me …”

“Patience. I promised you nice
and slow, didn’t I?” Grim laughed and pumped Misha’s cock with the lubed-up
hand as he moved the toy in a circular movement, massaging Misha’s sphincter.

“I like it fast and rough,” Misha
said in a raspy voice, spreading his thighs to look at Grim from between them.
“I love watching you handle your cock.”

“But I want you to suffer,”
teased Grim, slowly pushing the massager in, twisting his wrist for more
titillation to Misha’s entrance. He twisted his thumb over the head of his own
cock, shuddering when the pleasure pooled in his abdomen.

“Evil …” Misha whimpered when yet
another ridge passed his sphincter, swallowed by slick, puckered flesh.

Grim pulled the toy back, angling
it so it would push on the sphincter instead of sliding out. “I am. I kill. I
maim, I bleed. And I keep my boyfriend from being fucked hard.”

Misha panted, and Grim groaned
when he saw Misha pull his leg up and lick the underside of his stump. He’d
seen it many times on video, but it was the first time Misha seemed comfortable
enough to milk Grim’s fetish.

Grim stared at him, and his cock
pulsated, ready to come all over those graceful legs. “Don’t stop,” he uttered,
shocked by Misha’s flexibility in real life. “Fucking hell ...” He gave Misha
what he wanted and pushed the toy in deeper, screwing it into the depths of
Misha’s flesh and already angling it for the prostate.

Misha’s brows drew closer, and he
moaned before suckling on the stump, obscenely spread out. It made Grim
remember how soft the flesh was to the touch. How each scar felt different
under the tongue. Misha’s ass tensed over the toy once all of it was inside with
only the T-shaped handle left in Grim’s hand.

“Good? You want it harder?” asked
Grim, making sure to apply almost too much pressure to Misha’s prostate.

“More …” Misha whined, his cheeks
red and his brand new haircut in disarray. He pulled his other leg closer too
and gave it a lick before rubbing his cheek against the narrower part of the
stump.

Grim twisted the handle,
experimenting with pressure as he slid his lubed-up hand over Misha’s cock and
pumped it in the same rhythm. He was slow, languid, and the way Misha reacted
with both impatience and hoarse moans of pleasure was already keeping him on
edge.

“You’re killing me.” Misha let
his head fall back, and he humped Grim’s fist like a dog in heat.

“Not yet. I need you to make me
come, too,” whispered Grim, watching Misha’s cock fuck his fist, and just
inches below, Misha’s hungry ass swallowing all the ribs with ease. It was
funny how commanding Misha could be when he wanted something, but it was
ultimately up to Grim to grant him his wish. Like at the stairs, where Misha
could technically go up on his own on all fours yet left it to Grim to carry
him. If Misha really wanted to, he could jerk himself off.

“You’re gonna come so hard.”
Misha sped up the thrusts of his hips, and the toy disappeared and emerged at a
rapid pace, which was only stressed by the volume of Misha’s desperate moans.

“You must repay me for this after
all,” rasped Grim, twisting his hand when he noticed Misha getting too
restless. It wasn’t time to come yet, and the possibility to stop Misha from
ejaculating gave him a high from the power he now held over his lover.

“No! I can’t!” Misha gasped in
frustration and put his stumps on Grim’s shoulders. His body was so open to
Grim. Lips parted, cock throbbing, and his ass squeezing over the toy. He was
exactly where he wanted to be.

“That’s up to me,” said Grim,
turning to one of the stumps and licking its smooth skin. He pumped Misha
harder while still holding his orgasm prisoner.

Misha huffed as a drop of precum
slid down Grim’s fingers. “So unfair … Please?”

Grim watched his beautiful boy’s
eyes glaze over before finally making the pressure milder and twisting his hand
up and down Misha’s slick cock.

Misha closed his eyes when he
came with a long groan, fucking Grim’s fist and shifting on the toy. Watching
him spurt cum all over his chest was the best moneyshot Grim had ever seen.
Misha was left a heaving mess, but even breathless, he still poked Grim’s cheek
with his stump.

Grim moaned and let go of the
toy, ducking between Misha’s thighs and scooping the fresh, warm cum with his
tongue. He kissed the bitterness off Misha’s skin all the way to his chest,
moaning quietly when the familiar taste made him shudder.

A small smile appeared on Misha’s
lips, and he glanced at Grim with half-closed eyes. “Yes. Lick me up,” he
whispered when his stumps touched Grim’s thighs from both sides.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” said Grim,
nipping on Misha’s skin and twisting his body against the short calves. “I
wanna lock you up in a golden cage and have you sing only for me, birdie ...”