Way Off Plan (Firsts and Forever 1)

I grinned at him and said, “Babe, you’re buck naked and the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d agree to absolutely anything if it means getting to fuck you in the very near future.”

“Ok. Then grab the rest of those ties and follow me.”

We ended up bending him over and tying him face-down to his mahogany dresser, ankles bound to the legs of the big piece of furniture. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Dmitri was incredibly turned on and tantalizingly held in place by the bindings, breathing rapidly as he begged, “Fuck me, Jamie. Take me. Please.”

My cock was throbbing, and I stood behind him and rubbed it against his ass, running it between his cheeks and moaning appreciatively. I coated my fingers with lube and pushed two inside him. “Oh God yes,” he gasped as I worked him open. “Take me. Fuck me. Please.”

I applied a condom and lube, then pushed the tip of my cock against his tight opening. A harder push and I was in him. He was in the perfect position, and I started thrusting into his body, taking hold of his hips for leverage. He was incredibly turned on, crying out and then mumbling words of encouragement, urging me to take him harder.

I pumped into him deeper, faster, and still he begged for more. He kept up a litany of, “Please Jamie, take me as hard as you can. You won’t hurt me, I promise. Please baby, fuck me hard.” In increments I did as he asked, fucking him harder and harder until my body was slamming into his, the big heavy dresser creaking and rocking under us as he chanted, “Yes, yes, yes!”

I was yelling his name as I came, grasping his hips to anchor him to me, thrusting wildly into him as I shook with waves of blindingly intense pleasure. And then he was yelling, too, shooting his load onto the side of the dresser as I fucked him almost violently.

Finally when it was over I dropped to my knees, exhausted, and pulled off the condom. I leaned against his body for a moment, then kissed the gorgeous ass that I rested against and fumbled with the ties around his ankles. When his feet were untied I forced myself up and quickly unbound his hands, and immediately he sunk to his knees.

I gathered him into my arms and cradled him as I said softly, “You ok, baby?”

He tilted his head up to look at me, and what I saw in his face made me catch my breath. Dmitri stared at me with raw adoration, almost awe. And he said with a sweet smile, “I’m far, far better than ok, Jamie.”

“I was afraid I’d been too rough with you.”

“There’s no such thing as too rough with me. That was perfect. I love you so much.”

I brushed his hair back from his face and looked at him closely. He was relaxed, content. Happy. “I love you, too.”

We eventually got up from the floor and took a leisurely shower, washing each other tenderly. Then we dressed in t-shirts and sweats (mine borrowed from Dmitri), and wandered downstairs hand-in-hand.

And we both stopped short when we walked into Dmitri’s kitchen, frozen in shock.

Assembled in the kitchen were Catherine, Jess, and six other women I didn’t recognize. It was a sea of big hair and big earrings, lip gloss and eyeliner. They were seated along the breakfast bar or leaning against the counters, chatting over coffee and bagels, and all of them stopped what they were doing and turned to us when we came into the kitchen. “Good morning, sunshines,” Catherine said cheerfully as Dmitri gripped my hand tighter.

“What’s going on?” I asked, glancing at my boyfriend. He looked stunned.

Jess said, “Hey guys. I’m here as discussed.”

Catherine said, “Last night, I texted Dmitri’s sister Ani – ” a cute blonde waved at me from across the kitchen, “– who in turn texted the rest of Dmitri’s sisters. They all came to help.”

“With what?” I asked, feeling like I’d missed something.

“With your and Dmitri’s situation. Hi Jamie, I’m Lena, the oldest of Dmitri’s sisters. Well, by seventeen minutes, anyway.” A woman stepped forward and shook my hand, jingling the collection of gold bangles on her wrist. She had blue eyes and thick black hair cascading almost to her waist in waves, and her resemblance to Dmitri was unmistakable. “And this is my partner, Marley.” A tall, elegant African American woman that looked like she’d just stepped off a runway shook my hand.

“Sorry to catch you both off guard,” Marley said with a grin. “We all assumed Catherine told you we were coming, but apparently that wasn’t the case.”

“When was I supposed to tell them?” Catherine exclaimed. “They’ve been having sex nonstop since last night!”

“Oh God,” Dmitri whispered, a deep blush creeping up from his collar. He gripped my hand tighter still.