My mind goes hazy, just feeling him touch me—licking, biting, consuming. Until he finally pulls away and stares down at me. His hair is a mess, his cheeks red.
“I want to come all over you. I want you to wear me.” His eyes gaze into mine. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes.”
A moment later, his cock is out and I’m watching him stroke it. It doesn’t take him long, cum erupting in streams across my chest, his body shaking as he makes a mess of me.
And then he slumps down, his hands smearing it into my skin.
“Don’t wash it off.”
“Mm.”
He slides off me, and I watch as he divests himself of his clothes before snuggling up against me. His hand drags across my chest, his face stuffed against my armpit. I want to get up andwash myself clean, but I don’t. I can’t make myself move. So I just lie there with him cuddled up against me.
“Oh, I’m so rude. Do you want to come? I can suck your dick.”
I don’t reply quickly enough because he adds, “Or you could touch yourself and I can watch.”
“I don’t need to.”
He huffs as he continues to stroke my chest. He won’t stop. Did I open this door I’m unable to close? Probably. And yet, for some reason, I don’t mind that I did.
“I’m going to close my eyes for a bit. If you want to stick your dick in my mouth while I’m sleeping, go ahead. You know I’m yours.”
And with that, his hand slowly stops moving, and minutes later, I hear soft snores coming from him, his warm breath hitting my sensitive skin.
My finger trails across my abdomen and up to my chest, feeling the essence of Bane there.
I don’t hate it as much as I should.
12
BANE
Idon’t remember this time. Instead, it’s just darkness, and I only wake when I hear a shuffle next to me. I peel back my eyelids, seeing Georgiy beside me, my face on his bare chest, my hand resting over his heart.
Oh. Oh my. He didn’t move at all. Didn’t escape. And he let me touch him last night.
I’m horny just thinking about it.
“What time is it?” I ask, blinking at the sunlight coming through the open blinds.
“Morning, chortyónok. You slept all night. You barely moved and didn’t make a sound.”
“Oh. Well. It was pure darkness this time. Seems you tired me right out.”
I lean up and he stares up at me. He looks sleepy, his hair a mess. I want to run my hands through it, but I resist.
“I should get angry at you more often.”
“I’d prefer you didn’t.”
I wriggle on top of him, and my hands hover above his chest. “Can I touch you again?”
He hesitates a moment and then murmurs, “I need to meet with Anthony.”
My bottom lip juts out, and I find myself pouting. “Can’t it wait?”
