And he does, whining and whimpering as I lick and suck at his hole, alternating between broad, flat strokes and pointed jabs.
When his legs start to shake, I stop, then stand, turning him around to face me. “On your knees. Time to apologize for dancing with that jackass.”
Viktor sinks to the shower floor without hesitation, his eyes locked on my aching cock. He leans in, nuzzling the hard length, his soft lips brushing the sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hand fisting in his wet hair. “Stop teasing and suck me.”
“So impatient, Becks. Don't you want me to savor it?”
“What I want . . .” I growl, tightening my grip. “. . . is for you to put that bratty mouth to better use.”
Viktor grins, then parts his lips, taking just the head into his hot, wet mouth.
I groan, my hips bucking. “Deeper. Show me how sorry you are.”
Relaxing his throat, he swallows me down until his nose presses against my pelvis. I hold him there, reveling in the tight, fluttering heat of his throat.
“Never going to forget how you look with your mouth full of my cock.” I rasp, my thumb stroking over his hollowed cheek. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
Viktor whimpers, the sound muffled around my flesh. He looks up at me, his eyes watering.
“You like having your mouth stuffed with me, don't you?” I rock my hips in a shallow thrust. “Nod for me, Chaos.”
He does, as best he can with his mouth stretched wide. The sight makes my balls tighten, pleasure coiling hot and heavy in my gut. Grabbing onto his head with both hands for leverage, I thrust into him roughly, using his mouth how I like. He takes it beautifully, his throat working around me just like last time, his fingers digging into my thighs.
My orgasm builds fast, too fast, and I pull out abruptly. Viktor cries at the loss, his lips swollen and slick with spit. “Not yet. Iwant to be inside you when I come. Want to feel you squeezing my cock.”
“Fucking finally. Thought I would waste away to dust before you decided to wreck my ass.”
Rolling my eyes, I scoop him up and carry him to the bed.
He laughs, a rich, self-satisfied sound. “Oh, so it's the princess carry, huh? Guess I’m precious cargo now.”
I press my lips into a thin line, fighting back a smirk as I carry him into the bedroom, then toss the brat onto the bed, enjoying the little "oof" he makes as he bounces on the mattress. He props himself up on his elbows, his legs falling open in clear invitation.
“Well, come on then, big boy,” he taunts, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Show me what you've got.”
I slap the inside of his thigh, making him yelp. “On your hands and knees, facing the cheval floor mirror.”
“Ooh, kinky. You want me to watch while you take me apart?” He winks, then arranges himself on the bed, presenting his perfect ass to me.
“Always have to run your mouth, huh?” I slap his ass hard enough to turn the skin pink. “And no. I don’t want you looking at me. I want you to see how beautiful you are. How good you look getting fucked.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Viktor needs attention just as much as he needs oxygen. He’ll do anything for it, and based off his earlier admission, I can’t help but wonder if he knows what he genuinely likes.
Or if he goes along with whatever his partner wants to guarantee he gets the attention he craves.
I grab lube and a condom from the nightstand, quickly preparing us, then I kneel behind him, lining up and pushing in with one smooth, relentless thrust.
Viktor's mouth falls open, a broken moan escaping as he's filled. His arms tremble, struggling to hold himself up.
I reach out, fisting a hand in his hair and yanking his head up. “Watch yourself, Chaos. Watch as I destroy this ass.”
His eyes are locked on his reflection, wide and dark with lust as the sound of skin-on-skin echoes in the room. His body jolts with every thrust, his cock swaying heavy and hard between his legs.
“Look at you taking my cock so well, like you were made for it.”
His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen and parted as he pushes his hips back to meet my thrusts. One of his hands drifts to his chest, fingers tugging on a nipple.
