Page 27 of The Primary Pest (Iphicles Security #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY

Ajax

Ajax woke after dawn with the feeling something was very wrong. Behind him, Dmytro’s whole body shook. He turned over with a start, cold dread hitting him, along with the memory that Dmytro suffered seizures.

Dmytro’s eyes were open and fixed on him, blue eclipsed by the darkness of his pupils. He whispered, “You’re awake?”

Not a seizure, then. Ajax chafed Dmytro’s free arm. “You’re shivering. Are you cold?”

“No.” Dmytro lowered is lashes and gave a minute shake of his head.

Ajax’s breath rushed out with surprise. There were other reasons Dmytro might be trembling. Other things that made a man’s pupils bloom and caused sweat to dot his forehead.

Recklessly, he reached for Dmytro’s hip and pulled their bodies together, offering his warmth, showing his desire—sharing heat and quick, sharp breaths.

Dmytro swallowed hard. “You—”

“Do you want me, Dmytro?” Ajax asked.

Dmytro’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Indecision hovered on his face as need lit him up from within.

“Come here.” Ajax drew him close enough to feel the scorching heat of his body.

Dmytro’s trembling turned to quakes. He was fighting himself , Ajax realized. Dmytro was wholly at war with what he wanted, and he fought it so hard he shook with the effort.

“I won’t push,” Ajax whispered. “But you can take what you need.”

“You don’t push. Right.” Dmytro leaned forward and gently bit his upper lip, drawing it out, letting it go with a snap . “You make googly eyes and pry and hammer away at my self-control, and—”

“Is it working?” he asked.

“Yes, goddammit.” He took Ajax’s hip in a bruising grip and pulled Ajax on top of him. “What do you think?”

Oh yeah. The thick cock beneath his left no doubt.

This wasn’t what Ajax expected but it felt too— ungh —good to stop. He gave an experimental pump of his hips and groaned when fire burst in his groin. Under these circumstances, after all their flirting, he wasn’t going to last, even if they just rubbed off on one another.

Is that what Dmytro wanted? He gave another roll of his hips, this time pushing harder, dragging his cock across Dmytro’s until a thousand dots of pleasure burst in his spine and over his buttocks where Dmytro still had him in a death grip. Is this what I want?

Christ, yes… I want this. I want you, you stubborn, shifty bastard.

Something of his answer must have shown on his face because Dmytro gave a quick look over his shoulder at the open door, then rolled them over again, hiding their bodies deep in the part of the bed where sunlight coming in from the window didn’t reach.

His hand came down on Ajax’s mouth while he looked deeply into his eyes.

“You truly want this?”

Wide-eyed, Ajax nodded. He wanted whatever Dmytro wanted to give him. But this? Crushed beneath Dmytro’s hard, muscled body with Dmytro’s hand over his mouth?

The hint of dominance was fucking awesome.

Dmytro gave a full body shiver. “Mmph.”

“Be quiet,” Dmytro whispered.

Ajax’s body shook with pure lust and his hips shot up. Dmytro grabbed his knee with his loose hand, pulled his legs apart to settle between them, and delicious heat flooded his veins.

Dmytro ground down, and Ajax arched and arched and arched.

He bucked up, sliding their dicks together as if he was trying to start a fire between them.

There was clothing in the way, and parts of the bedding, but it didn’t matter.

All he cared about was the feel of Dmytro’s dick, grinding along his in a parody of fucking, with the added fillip of big daddy energy from Dmytro shutting him up.

He opened his lips to lick Dmytro’s palm and tasted sweat. Dmytro closed his eyes in pleasure, then opened them again to gaze down at Ajax as if he were the only man in the world.

“Suck my fingers,” Dmytro ordered. Ajax did as he was told. “Yes, God. Your mouth is goddamn fire . I can’t wait to make you suck my dick.”

A burst of pure hunger hit Ajax at the image, making him groan around Dmytro’s slick fingers. Yes, he’d get on his knees for this cold, beautiful man. And he’d love it.

Three fingers meant he couldn’t speak, but he couldn’t anyway.

He was dying. Pleasure was killing him. He sucked Dmytro’s fingers and arched his hips up over and over.

He had to get Dmytro off, that’s what their frantic movements felt like—as if he were a doll and Dmytro was using him for his own pleasure and whatever Ajax needed was secondary.

Ajax figured Dmytro was going to feel bad about it later, because it was selfish and rough, but the joke was on him because Ajax wanted more and harder and … uhn …. he wanted everything.

Ajax was a doll in a claw machine with ecstasy gripping him tighter and tighter…

Dmytro’s rough hand squeezed his knee. Ajax got a good grip on Dmytro’s tight ass and wrapped his legs around the bodyguard’s thick thighs.

He curled himself between Dmytro’s weight and the thin, lumpy mattress.

The board beneath them was the fabled Omega Point—where fierce pressure against his ass began and ended and from which he bucked mindlessly toward heaven.

There was no place to go. Nothing to do but to submit to each surge of Dmytro’s hips.

Nothing to do but accept the waves of delight Dmytro was offering, to thrust, and shove.

To offer Dmytro as much as he could give in return.

Upward and upward they spiraled, until Ajax whined around the fingers that choked off his moans and Dmytro drew a gasping breath next to his ear and became utterly silent, holding his body stiff.

His cock pulsed between them. Stuttering puffs of air heated Ajax’s neck—a soft, broken sound—and Dmytro came like a boy, dampening his shorts and the jeans he wore.

Ajax seized on the knowledge and let his body join in, his climax like a bottle rocket that shot and soared and burst. He let out a soft groan when it happened, head falling back onto the flat pillow, body relaxing all at once.

He couldn’t let go of Dmytro. If he let go, it would be over and he wanted to savor it, to wait until his heart slowed and what little breeze there was cooled his sweaty skin.

Dmytro kept his face in the juncture of Ajax’s neck and shoulder but withdrew his hand, allowing Ajax to breathe. He missed Dmytro’s fingers. Couldn’t wait until he could choke on Dmytro’s cock.

Ajax pressed soft kisses to Dmytro’s temple, his ear. He cupped the back of Dmytro’s head, cradling him, wondering what was going through Dmytro’s mind. He didn’t ask.

“I’m sorry.” Dmytro swallowed against his neck. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s all right,” Ajax held him tightly. “S h … It’s all right.”

Dark laughter met his skin. “I should be reassuring you, little mink.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m a boar, remember?” Ajax did not regret a second of their passion. If Dmytro thought he did, he hadn’t been paying attention. “We’re dangerous and unpredictable.”

Dmytro lifted his head. “The cabin will stink of sex.”

“If we did it right.” Ajax thumbed Dmytro’s jaw. “Thank you, Dmytro. That was…”

“Trouble.”

“I like trouble,” Ajax smiled. “Trouble is my superpower.”

“This situation is fucked up.” Dmytro hesitated for a moment but rolled off him. “Bartosz will know, and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Is that all that worries you? Whether your coworkers will tease you?” Ajax tried worrying about things, but other than the squishy mess in his underwear, he felt absolutely fabulous—boneless, and relaxed, and maybe even a little happy. “They got any tissues around here?”

He was rarely practical, which was why he hadn’t checked beforehand.

Dmytro shrugged and sat up, dropping his legs over the side of the bed. He began going through the drawers, one by one, until he found an old T-shirt.

“Here.” He offered it to Ajax, who wiped himself as clean as possible before handing it back.

Dmytro took it without looking up and did the same.

“We’re good, right?” Ajax couldn’t believe he had to ask. “I want what happened to be… something. Not a thing we did because—”

“You frayed my last nerve?”

Ajax had to smile at that. “We’re good, right?”

“Of course.” Finally, Dmytro’s pale blue eyes lifted. He seemed defeated, but a small smile hovered on his lips. “Very good?”

“Indeed. This isn’t Stockholm Syndrome or anything. I’m drawn to you. I like you. God knows I wanted you—”

“What you feel belongs to Anton. You know nothing of me.”

“I know what I’ve seen. And you barely know me, yet here we are.”

Despite his gruff demeanor, Dmytro took his hand and laced their fingers together. He brought them to his lips for soft kisses over each knuckle. “Here we are.”

Dmytro dropped Ajax’s hand and moved forward slowly. If Ajax hadn’t wanted his kiss so badly, he could have avoided it a hundred different ways. Instead he lifted his face, and Dmytro gave him the most delicate, the most hesitant kiss Ajax had ever gotten from anyone.

Dmytro’s shy grin crushed him, utterly. He was adorable.

He drew back, flushing like he’d been caught masturbating at prom. “This is weird.”

“What?” asked Ajax. “Kissing?”

“Kissing you.” Dmytro glanced away again. “With you I give butterfly kisses. I don’t know how to act.”

“Well, I am injured.” Ajax thumbed his cut lip. “Plus, there’s a time and place for all kinds of kisses. I loved your sweet kiss just now, but it was super hot when you jammed your fingers down my throat. Put that one down in your diary as a yes, more, please .”

“Oh yeah?” Dmytro tilted his head and shot him a sexy glance through his lashes. “You like it a little rough?”

“Sometimes.” Ajax brushed Dmytro’s thick hair off his brow. “Sometimes I want things slow and sexy, and sometimes I want it red-hot. I want it all.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Dmytro rolled his eyes.

“My point is…” Ajax held his gaze. “I could have it all with a man who was willing to try it all with me. You gonna be that man?”