Page 80 of Diamond Desire

“I want to fuck you.” He said. “That’s what I want to try, but I… I don’t know whether you like that or not. Or if you prefer to be on the other end. But that is what I would like to try today.”

“We can do both and see what you like.” I replied. “Maybe not both today, seeing as we have to catch a flight later on and we really ought to pack.”

We had no idea how long it would take us to speak with Shannon O’Malley, so we were preparing for the worst, and if we wound up having to stay in England for a couple of weeks. Though ideally it wouldn’t be more than a few days, as Darius had already started the process of tracking where she lived now, and it was only a matter of hours before they found her.

“Both.” Misha agreed. “I’ll try both. But definitely not today.” He snorted. “I think we have enough free time until Saph grows bored of the others and decides dinner is more important.”

As he spoke he sat up, moving to his knees and wriggling down the bed. I followed his lead, moving my body into a better position for him, only pausing on my back for a moment before we carried on.

“Do you want to use a condom?” Neither of us used one with Sapphire, but that didn’t matter. We had to set our own boundaries and just because I knew Misha had a penchant for making our girl filthy, didn’t mean he would always want to do it.

He shook his head. “Not unless you want me to.”

Usually I did, both for men and women. But I hadn’t bothered with my girl since we were exclusive in our own way, and if Misha was happy to follow suit, then so was I. I wouldn’t be fucking anyone other than the pair of them, and knew exactly who they were with too. It was fine for me.

“I’m all good, Mish.”

“Okay.” He grinned. “Then put your face onto the pillow and shut up for a minute. I need to concentrate.”

“So demanding.” I snorted but did as he asked, getting myself into the exact position he wanted as I reached my hand down, stroking myself whilst I waited, just to get rid of some of the strain.

A moment later, there was a click of a bottle and the cold sensation of lube being squeezed onto me. Misha’s hand followed it, as he used his fingers to rub just enough where he needed it. He was slow and steady for a few minutes, taking his time to make sure that I was ready, and so was he.

His nerves were so adorable, they always had been. But I kind of liked his dirty mouth too.

“Hold tight.” He ordered. “I’m a little too desperate for this to play nice.”

“Yes, sir.” I chuckled against the bedding as he finally gave into what he wanted, instantly making me crave more.

I felt him push inside me, hesitant inch by inch despite his words. And I couldn’t stop myself from grinning as I listened to his moans starting up. That only increased when he was situated all the way down to the base of his cock. The noises of pleasurehe made were more than enough to make me sure that I was happy to let him fuck me just as much as I wanted to fuck him. I didn’t care what he wanted to do so long as he kept making such pretty sounds and boy did he.

When his hips got faster, his thrusts got harder, his voice only got louder. I might have been moaning myself, but Misha was louder and it was egging me on far too much.

“What’s wrong, Mish?” I groaned against the bedding as I clenched the sheets in my fist. “You like it?”

“Yes.” His hands clenched against my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

“Good.” I panted. “Now fuck me hard until you come. I know you like to make a mess.”

He did just as I asked, fucking me hard and fast enough for the headboard to slam against the wall, the bed to creak rather dangerously. And though I probably ought to have been concerned for people who could hear us, I didn’t give a fuck. I was in heaven and I refused to tap out. Not until I could feel him shaking, his words a nonsensical blur of whimpers that made me harder than a fucking rock.

God, I liked how he sounded. Each moan made me more and more desperate, even without what he was doing to me.

“Go on, pretty boy. Make me nice and filthy.” I egged him on as I moved my hand faster, using the added friction against my cock to send me over the edge, staining the sheets and ruining them in the best way.

“God,Price…” Misha did as I had asked, spilling himself inside me as he fell apart with a whimper that I memorized in my brain, knowing full well I would want to hear it again and again…

We collapsed against the bed, sheets a mess and panting far too loud. Both of us were sweaty and in need of another shower, but it could wait. I wanted to hold him against me, and it seemed he had the same thoughts.

“I have an idea to try one time.” He choked out.

“Anything.” I panted.

“I want to do what we just did, but whilst Saph is here and you’re fucking her.” He snorted.

“Damn.” I whistled between my teeth. “That sounds hot. I’m down for that.”

He laughed and turned in my arms, resting his head on my chest. “I also wanted to ask something.” He paused. “How long did you like me?”