Free Gold Digger by Aleksandr Voinov Page A

And thought it was a shame that he couldn’t see Henri’s face, his lips, or that twinkle in his eyes. But thinking was overrated, and he concentrated on plowing into him with all his strength, that fierce need that sought to explode.
    “Nikolai,” Henri whispered.
    “Yeah?”
    “Look in the mirror.”
    Nikolai glanced to the side before he could stop himself, and saw that Henri was looking that way, too. Their gazes met, and then he saw the rest—his larger body on top of Henri, his cock vanishing over and over in Henri’s ass, their muscles, the sweat-gleaming skin, the way he possessively pinned Henri to endure the fucking. The way Henri’s face was blank with complete pleasure, yet watching him. Maybe it should shock him, but it didn’t. It turned him on more. They worked together, every gleaming line, every taut muscle.
    “You’re gorgeous,” Henri told him between pants.
    Nikolai changed the angle, bore down harder and faster, flesh slapping flesh because he was getting close and couldn’t possibly stop now. He needed to come, and even before he could properly formulate a question about how far along Henri was, Henri’s sounds became more desperate as he bucked his hips against the mattress, his inner muscles tightening. Wow. Was he coming? Just from being fucked?
    Nikolai thrust harder and faster, desperate to set himself off now, and it came sooner than expected, more violently, too, somewhere between explosion and blackout as he emptied himself into Henri, shooting what felt like an enormous load. He’d never seen himself orgasm, but in the mirror, his head was tilted back, lips open, eyes nearly closed, a frown as if he was in pain. Weird, but unspeakably sexy, and he thrust into Henri a couple more times for good measure while he was still completely hard.
    He then reached down to secure the condom before he pulled out and got off Henri. Henri’s ass was spread far enough that Nikolai could see the well-fucked hole, reddened and glistening with lube, and something twinged in Nikolai’s balls. Damn, he’d take that vision with him, no doubt.
    “That was . . .” Henri reached down toward his ass. “That was good.”
    Nikolai took Henri’s wrist and twisted his hand, took two of his fingers and pushed them in and out of his own hole a few times. “What a hungry little hole. You’d like another cock, wouldn’t you?”
    Henri groaned. “You filthy bastard,” he said in good humor, but Nikolai noticed no resistance.
    “You know, I bet you’d love a crew of rig workers to fuck you one by one.”
    Henri shuddered. “Would you be the one who starts?”
    “Maybe. If you blew me hard first.”
    Henri swallowed. “Shit, I wish I hadn’t come yet. Whole crew would hurt.”
    “We’d keep you from coming the whole night. We’d just use your hole and nobody would touch you.”
    Henri chuckled. “Damn, I’ve created a monster.”
    Nikolai grinned and released his hand. “Would that turn you on? A gangbang?”
    “I don’t know any gay guy who’d say no, you know. It’s a fantasy.”
    Nikolai nodded and sat up, condom dangling between his fingers. He didn’t quite trust his legs yet, but the alternative was to collapse in a heap and fall asleep immediately. So he pushed himself up and went to the bathroom, where he put the condom in the trash and looked in the mirror. The sex flush and glow reminded him of what he’d done, but he felt no different than before. Or even a week ago. He took the moment to piss while he was on his feet, then washed his hands, neck, and face and returned to the bedroom.
    Henri had turned around, sprawled on his back on the bed, looking debauched, hair damp with sweat, his dick not fully limp yet. Nikolai paused to study that male landscape and suddenly felt shy.
    “I think I’d better head home.”
    Henri opened his eyes and turned his head to study him. “You don’t have to. If you stay around, you could fuck me again. And in the morning.”
    It sounded too