Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“No, and even if it was silly, so what? You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
“That’s all that matters. Now, let’s keep going. We need to find pretend-you-live-here land.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
One of my favorite parts of the store were the model rooms and apartments, furnished down to the last detail. “Here we are,” I said, when we reached the first living room. It was mostly black and white, with accents of lemon yellow. “Can you picture yourself living here?”
“Definitely not. It just brought back a memory, though. When I was growing up on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, it was gray and cold for a large part of the year. My mother’s solution was to paint the walls of our small apartment almost exactly that shade of yellow, which she thought would make it seem cheerful. In case you’re wondering, it didn’t help.”
We wandered through three more rooms with our stuffed animals under our arms, before we paused in one that reminded me of his den. The color scheme was white, dark blue, and gray, with fairly simple furnishings, and I asked, “What do you think?”
“This is safe and predictable. It’s who I was for the last year. Hell, maybe it’s who I always was. But I want my home to reflect who I’m becoming, not who I used to be.”
“I totally get it.” We started walking again, and after a minute I exclaimed, “Oh wow, look at that one!”
The next room was the most dramatic of the lot, retro-modern with dark, rich colors and artistic, eclectic details. I said, “This is so chic,” as we both took a seat on the sofa. It almost looked black, but it was actually very dark purple.
“It is. It feels good, too.”
“Can you imagine entertaining in here?”
He looked amused. “Who am I going to entertain? You’re the only person that ever comes over.”
I set aside both of our stuffed animals and straddled his lap. As I draped my arms over his shoulders, I grinned at him and asked, “In that case, can you imagine making out with me in this room?”
That made him grin, too. “Let’s find out.” He slid his fingers into my hair as we met in a deep kiss.
I started to get hard right away, and as I rubbed myself against the bulge in his jeans, I asked, “What do you think?”
“It’s definitely good for kissing.” A spark of mischief appeared in his eyes. “But what if we decided to do more than that?”
“Such as?”
“You tell me.”
I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Like stripping me naked and eating my ass while I suck your cock?”
He nodded. “What else?”
“I think this couch might also be good for pinning me down and fucking my throat until you come.” A tremor ran through him. His pupils were totally blown out, and I could feel how hard I was making him, since my cock was pressed against his. “Also, I bet it’d be particularly good for spanking me.”
“Are you disappointed because we haven’t done that yet? All we’ve done is get off by talking about it.” One of his hands slid to my ass, and he squeezed it through my clothes.
I shook my head as I reached down and adjusted my hard-on. “You’ll do that when you’re ready.”
“Maybe I should practice a little.” He started caressing one of my ass cheeks.
“Good idea.”
He looked around and confirmed we were all alone before giving my butt a quick slap. I smiled at him and said, “Harder, please.”
He slapped my butt twice more. I practically purred and ground against his hard-on, and he whispered, “Fuck, Tima.” Then he surprised me by flipping us around, climbing on top of me, and claiming my mouth in a deep, demanding kiss.
His tongue was in my mouth and I was tantalizingly pinned underneath him sometime later, when someone said, “Hi, guys. Just so you know, the store’s closing in about twenty minutes.”
I tilted my head back, over the arm of the sofa, and got a look at the twenty-something IKEA employee who was standing in the aisle. He had a big grin on his face.
“We were just trying out the furniture to see if it meets our needs,” I told him.
“Of course.” The guy clearly found this entertaining. “It pays to be thorough. So, what do you think?”
“We’ll take it.” Aleksei said that without making the slightest move to get off me.
“The couch?”
“All of it,” he said. “Everything in this room.”
I asked, “I know this is supposed to be self-service, but is there a way to expedite buying a whole bunch of stuff all at once?”
The employee was still grinning as he started to walk away. “Let me go grab an iPad while you two finish up.”
Once the guy was out of sight, Aleksei climbed off me and adjusted the front of his jeans. I got up too and did the same thing as I teased, “Look at you, playing it cool even though we were caught being naughty.”