Checking It Twice (Crashing Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

the chair.  Mike leaned back to appreciate the
view, sucking in a deep breath when Alexei forced the plug back into his ass
and ground it up into him. His eyes fluttered closed and for a moment, all he
could do was ride the waves of sensation streaking through his body.
    God, that was good. And he was getting
close. Too close.
    He needed a distraction. Immediately.
    As much as he wanted to stay right where he
was, he forced himself to tip forward again. He nuzzled along Erik’s shaft and licked
at the head of his cock, reminding himself to breathe as best he could while
Alexei continued to torment him with the plug.
    The taste of precome exploded over his tongue,
telling him he wasn’t the only one enjoying what Alexei was doing to him. He
focused there, on that taste, gasping against the sensitive skin when Alexei
tugged the plug from him one last time and it landed with a thud next to his
leg.
    Mike glanced down to see the towel Alexei
had spread over the rug around him. When had that happened?
    He discarded that trivial concern when two fingers
slipped into his body, testing the already well-used muscles of his anus. The third
finger barely registered, Mike was so open. So ready.
    He didn’t bother to tell Alexei to hurry.
It wouldn’t do any good, and it might just make him slow down. Mike contented
himself with torturing Erik as best he could within the limits set by Alexei.
He tickled his tongue behind Erik’s balls, testing the seam of skin there, and
Erik slid further down the chair, forcing himself against Mike’s tongue in a
blatant invitation for Mike to go further.
    Mike moved back to Erik’s shaft, almost
smiling at Erik’s disappointed whine. Mike liked to rim Alexei, and god knew he
loved it when Alexei rimmed him, but that wasn’t something they shared with
other people. That was just between them, and that’s how Mike liked it.
    He moaned against Erik’s shaft when Alexei
spread his fingers, stretching him wide. His legs shook, his cock dripping on
the towel, and he shoved himself back against that delicious pressure.  He
thought about reaching down to grab his dick to try to force back the building need
fueled by the anticipation of getting Erik into him at last. The thought was
lost, along with any others, when Alexei pinched the fresh bite mark on Mike’s
right cheek.
    He keened, high and needy.
    Alexei leaned in close and whispered in his
ear. “He’s big, Mike.”
    “I noticed,” Mike gasped between pants.
    “How much do you want to feel it?”
    Mike considered his answer, knowing Alexei
wouldn’t accept anything less than the truth, but too far gone into his own
head to be able to know what that was without giving it some concerted thought.
Once he had, though, he knew what he wanted.
    “I want to feel it. A lot. I want it to be
like Montreal.”
    Alexei’s hand slipped away and he stood.
“Come,” he said, putting a gentle hand under Mike’s arm and helping him to
stand.
    Mike’s legs felt like Jell-O, but he
managed to stay upright with Alexei’s help. Erik, apparently, was on his own.
    “Follow us,” Alexei said as he grabbed the
towel, and whatever was wrapped up in it, and turned toward the kitchen.
    Mike had thought they might use the couch,
or the coffee table, but of course, Alexei knew better. They would have been
too low, and made it harder for Erik to thrust as hard as Mike would want him
to. Need him to.
    Mike shivered as he stood in the middle of
the kitchen, Erik standing a few feet away as they both watched Alexei carefully
clean off the long rectangular table at which they’d just eaten dinner. Alexei laid
the towel across the head of the table and set two chairs by the legs on either
side.
    Alexei then hopped up on the table, his ass
perched on the towel and at the very edge of the hard, flat surface. He planted
his feet on the chairs, which were far enough apart that his legs were spread
almost impossibly wide.
    “Goalies,” Erik muttered behind