TAKING OVER TROFIM (Dominion of Brothers series Book 4) (9 page)

Trofim twisted, looking down his body so he could see Shay’s face. His hand reaching for him. “And only for you.”

Shay was feeling exceedingly naughty and decided to play a bit. Feeling the mischievous grin on his face he pulled Trofim’s cock from his belly and let go, watching it slap back into place like a rigid spring board. He folded over then and licked over the swollen purple cap, lifting it within his suctioning lips then releasing it to slap against Trofim’s belly several more times, each one causing a hissing from Trofim’s lips. He never grew tired of it, whether it was t play and drive Trofim insane or to pleasure him with a different type of insanity, Shay loved Trofim and his lover’s body was his favorite playground.

He swallowed Trofim’s cock down, his hand shafting over the length with a firm grip working more precum from him, adding to the elixir of his attack. Shay knew it would be much longer so he grabbed the small bottle of lube already placed within reach, squeezed a small amount onto his fingers and spread it over the tight pucker of Trofim’s ass.

A loud groan sounded out from his lover and Shay eased two fingers inside Trofim’s hole. Hot steamy walls hugged his digits, flexed, then relaxed around him, welcoming him in only to tighten around him again. More groaning escaped Trofim’s lungs and he managed to still find some way to wriggle around.

Shay returned Trofim’s body to the edge of the chair, repositioned one of his thighs up on an arm rest, while keeping the other over his shoulder. Shay continued to suck and nibble on the goods with his mouth while placing more concentration on what he did with his fingers. Easing them in and out of Trofim’s tight hole, scissoring his fingers to stretch him to get him ready. And being the devil he was, Shay crooked a finger and caught Trofim’s glory spot with a nudging caress.

Trofim bowed in the chair and quite suddenly went rigid, his fingers fisting into Shay’s hair locking him down. Shay felt the firing pulse on his tongue and tasted the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat. He swallowed every sweet briny drop of its first shooting pulse down then pulled off, letting the next spill out over his hand as he moved up to find Trofim’s mouth for a probing kiss, even as Trofim’s orgasm continued to spill in Shay’s hand. He pulled away from Trofim’s lips, lowering back down, licking over Trofim’s chest, scooping up the spilled cords of white and fed them to Trofim, off his tongue.

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Somewhere in the storm of his first orgasm Shay had dropped back on the comforter pulling Trofim with him. His back falling against Shay’s chest, while firm hands lifted his ass to line up with the cock that was eager to kiss his sphincter. Trofim managed to get his hands under him and pushed up on his arms just as Shay lowered his body over his shaft. The first press was always the sweetest pain. The stretch of muscle being nudged little by little to remember what it was like to hug around the long cock.

Trofim’s tongue took on a life of its own, coming out to lick at his lips as he chewed at them as well. “Ohhh fuck—” he hissed, his eyes fluttering closed, willing himself to take on the intrusive thickness sooner.
Oh fuck, it was thick
.

Pain shot up Trofim’s spine followed with a ripple of exquisite delight when the flared head finally made it past the first ring. Now came the swell. For Shay’s cock, when fully thickened, had a swollen knot between the glans and the midway of his shaft. An added sweet stretch for Trofim’s body that as Shay slid in and out of Trofim’s hole was mind boggling to the senses, but also took some acclimating to.

Trofim bobbed his weight up and down working Shay into his tight hole, enjoying every ripple and nuance of the delightfully painful stretch. He felt his eyes roll the back of his head as he moaned. Gasping for his breath, Trofim made the decision he would just impale himself, and take it all at once. But, when Trofim pushed his hips down, Shay’s hands tightened, catching him, and preventing the sudden descent. “Oh fuck, baby, I just want to feel you all the way inside me— please.” Trofim groaned. He didn’t want to take any more time with this, he wanted Shay pounding him now.

The tight warning growl behind him said his lover was more than willing to comply, but words of logic spoke. “You know better than that. I’ll deliver all those salacious thrusts when your body has accepted my cock completely. Not before, sweetheart.”

Oh FUCK
— Trofim’s mind protested— the slow entry seemed to take too damn long for that to happen. Another inch added to the invasion and Trofim felt the thick knot working its way past the last tight ring of muscle. “Fuck— fuck— fuck— Shay please!” His head fell back on his shoulders as a sheen of sweat broke out on his back. His hips bouncing in micro movements to cheat out any added entry he could manage. He craved to feel the fullness only Shay’s cock could do to him. And there was just no way Trofim could handle the slow descent any longer.

Trofim’s pleas did him no good to get passed Shay’s guard, so he dropped his arms lowering down on Shay’s chest. He slid sideways until he was able to crank his head around just enough to be delivered in the hungry kiss of Shay’s mouth. Trofim felt his legs being spread further apart by Shay’s knees and then the pumping began and Trofim groaned happily for it. The long cock wasn’t all the way in, but the ride had begun and like any thrill ride, it was only matter of time.

Shay’s hands released his ass, snaking around his waist, gripping him tightly as they kissed, broke, nibbled, then kissed some more until there was just too much growling and whimpering taking place for either to actually get in a solid kiss.

While Shay’s hips curled up, sliding his cock in and out of Trofim. Trofim worked his own hips in a figure eight, increasing the sliding sensation, which every so often passed the bulbous head right across his prostate. “Oh shit, babe. You feel so good inside me. I’m going to crawl out of my skin.” Trofim whimpered and purred at the same time, trying as he could to lick and kiss his man’s lips. But it was no use, as the thick cock worked its way deeper and closer to the final penetration, Trofim was anything but skilled at keeping a focused thought or act.

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Fuck, it’s been so long— too long. It was torture having to ease his way in slowly, but he didn’t dare chance hurting Trofim’s body. Waiting for him to heal would be even harder. And after going without his love for five years, that was not going to happen.

Kissing became a match of fumbling licks and some considerable growling on his own part. He was going to have to explore some ways on how to keep Trofim still. Shay loved the wriggling and whimpering and oh when the high pitched hyperventilating sounds came— those were the best. But sometimes Trofim bucked and rocked too much. Trofim managed to get a hard downward buck of his hips that took almost every last inch of Shay’s cock in which sounded off a pained moaned, despite Trofim’s attempt to stifle it even as he kicked his head back slamming past Shay’s shoulder and into the carpet floor.

Shay let out a growl of his own, being almost all the way in the sweet hot heaven and then the tight clamping of muscle. Shy nearly bit down on Trofim’s neck, catching himself just as his teeth were about to leave a mark that would get his lover in some serious trouble. Trofim wasn’t even aware, his body screamed out curses that manifested out of Trofim’s mouth.

“Shit, shit. Oh god, fuck me, Shay.”

Well that was it, he couldn’t bring himself to argue that any more
. He reached down, scooping Trofim’s legs up and over until he had Trofim nearly folded over his own body. Then he let loose to the need to be all the way inside Trofim’s tight ass. He withdrew until only the head of his cock was in, curled his hips and then push all the way in again.

He felt every contraction and dilation of Trofim’s walls with his descent, pausing as he was nearly all the way in and when he felt the next relaxation of muscle Shay pushed the rest of the way in until his belly slapped against Trofim’s ass cheeks.

“Oh god, yes-sss.” Trofim hissed and from there it all seemed to be a mindless blur of fucking and heat and salacious tumbling as Shay picked up his speed, gyrating his hips with some added side grinding, thrusting his cock in and out of his lover’s body, building up the explosive finale, like kindling that leads to a bonfire. At this point, Trofim made no attempts to hold still. Which caused Shay to drop from the hot world he’d spent too much time out of. Trofim’s hands fumbled between them easing Shay’s cock back where they both wanted him and the gyrating spell started up again.

Shay was soon releasing his lover’s legs, rolling them both over until he had Trofim belly down, and Shay was about to throttle into him uninhibited by his lover’s movements. The room was a sauna filled heavily with the smell of spicy food, combined with the warming scent of a cologne called Euphoria Men Intense he wore. It’d been one of the ad campaigns Trofim modeled for two years ago. The night fragrance released blended notes of rainwater, cedar leaf, pepper and ginger. It was a fragrance that went well around the neck and even more so with the potent aromatic scent of pure male sex. A smorgasbord for their senses that only kept them saturated with the pleasure that consumed them.

Fuck, the world spun about with every plummeting drop of his cock inside Trofim’s ass. Every chorused whimper from his love’s lips that graced those movements was for him. Trofim was once again pivoting his hips. Too much energy trapped inside him, he had to move. Shay pushed up on his knees and pulled Trofim up on hands and knees. He lined his cock up and before he could initiate the firs thrust, Trofim came slamming back on him. Shay let out a tight growl as his cock bottomed all the way out with a final slap in one thrust. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

“Mmmmm.” Trofim purred, apparently well drunk in the penetrating euphoria.

Well if that’s how he wanted it, Shay saw no sense holding back either.
And the pounding began. He gripped at Trofim’s hips, the muscles on his legs bending up as he throttled forward. A cacophony of slapping flesh rang out like symbols while his balls swung forward to collide with Trofim’s undercarriage.

Trofim reached back with a hand, trying to catch Shay’s leg. But the way they were bucking and fucking with such ferocity, Trofim was unsuccessful. Eventually having to brace himself, planting both the heels of his palms into the carpet to keep up with the colliding of their bodies.

Their bodies were soon drenched in sweat and Shay slowed so he could run his hands through the slick sheen of sweat from Trofim’s back. He brought his fingers up and licked the salty dew from them and moaned.

Shay rolled Trofim’s body over until he was on his back, scissored their legs so that one leg stretched between Shay’s while he propped the other over his shoulder just as he had when he was sucking him down. Shay came down folding Trofim over, pinning him where his ass was forced up off the floor and in perfect alignment. With ease, he slipped his cock back inside is lover’s inner walls. Sinking deep into the heat that waited for him. He let out a hard sigh. Melting into the pleasure of Trofim’s body.

Cries tried to squeak pasted Trofim’s clenched throat, filling the air with whimpering gasps that sounded more painful than moaning pleasure. His arms coiling and uncoiling around Shay’s shoulders and neck as his lover fought to anchor his out-of-control passions. Sensations Shay had no intentions of allowing to be brought under control. He wanted Trofim a mindless ball of response and sated sex.

He yanked Trofim under control, repositioning him just as he wanted him then straightened up on his knees keeping Trofim’s right leg draped up his chest and began to pound inside him. He angled back on his heels, using Trofim’s leg like a rudder, to keep his lover’s body aligned with the angle of his cock. And with every entry Shay bottomed out inside him until Shay’s cock kissed the back of his nethers— never stopping until he felt Trofim’s legs trying to curl around him like a hug and draw him back to fold over him.

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Oh god he was going to fucking die
, but before that happened he wanted one more kiss and as soon as Shay bent over coming within reach, Trofim caught Shay’s face and forced their mouths together. He lapped for the kiss he needed from him, whimpering into it then tearing away to gasp for air. “Oh god, I’m going to cum again.”

Trofim curled up into Shay’s body. But, the orgasm that was coming to claim him wasn’t coming out of his cock. That part of his body was still flaccid in euphoric bliss. This one was culminating from the sensitive walls of his anal canal. So intense, it boggled the mind and threatened to render him helpless to his lover’s control.

Shay came down over Trofim, pressing him into the floor. A hand caught Trofim’s other leg and brought it up over Shay’s shoulder mirrored to his other, while Shay’s hips rolled up, surging into deeper, longer thrusts inside Trofim, feeding the coming wave.

Trofim curled and thrashed like a mad man under Shay. The gasps and cries clutching in his throat sent waves of rippling intensity through his own body. He felt the coiling muscles and nerves draw tight at the base of his scrotum, building and escalating until the bitter sweet sounds of his lover’s growling request for him to cum locked around him. The explosion that lit up behind his eyes rang out and filled Trofim’s ears and shot straight for his cock. The spasming ring of muscles that hugged around Shay’s shaft, did his lover in and Shay’s own euphoria shot out to join with Trofim’s.

Trofim felt every muscle, every nerve ending pulled taut in his body like bow strings drawn too tight as his body convulsed in the arms that held him tight with a strength that said they would never let go.

The warm liquids that splashed the back walls of his ass seeped through him and it was only then that Trofim felt the first muscle let go in surrender. One muscle then one nerve then another muscle easing his body from the rigid hold they had on him.

Trofim sucked in a deep breath and let it out, matched with a warm wind against his neck where Shay had buried his face. And it was then Trofim was done and well spent, falling completely limp into the floor with only his lover holding him to the earth.