Viktor reaches for the tray on the floor. I watch him recap a bottle of oil, his movements steady and slow. He isn't in a rush. He is savoring the way I’m falling apart. He wraps his hand around his cock and slicks it, the sound of the oil against his skin making my stomach flip. It’s huge. It looks impossible. I have seen bodies in the ER, but nothing prepared me for the sight of him ready to take me.
Viktor looks pleased as he takes the lube from my trembling hand and coats his fingers. “Has another man ever fucked your pretty hole?”
I shake my head. My mouth goes dry. My cock twitches in a steady rhythm.
Viktor taps my chin again. “Look at me,krasavchik.”
I turn my gaze up. The lust in his expression makes my skin prickle. He licks my throat while his fingertips graze my nipple. I cry out. My back arches.
“Oh, you like that.” He chuckles in my ear. His hand moves to my throat. When his fingers close around my windpipe, the noise in my head finally goes silent under the pressure of his palm.
His hand drifts down again. He teases me like he’s testing how fast I’ll react. When he pushes his hand inside my scrubs, every inch feels exposed.
“I'm not letting these stitches tear because of you.” His voice is a low rasp that overrides the physical reality of the room. “So you’re going to do the work. Good boy. Roll over.”
I don’t argue. I shift, straddling his hips. My knees sink into the silk. This is a surrender. I realize I’m glad to have no control over this. I can just let it happen.
He jerks my scrub pants down. The cool air hits my skin. My dick lies hard against my stomach, slick with need. Lifting mywrists, he pins them away from my cock, holding me open so he can look.
“Look at you. Trembling for me. So fucking hot.”
He doesn’t rush the preparation, pushing one finger against my opening. The lube makes me jump. “Oh god,” I whimper, my hips jerking away. He doesn't move. He lets me feel the stretch, the intrusion of his skin. I try to clench, to pull away, but his hand on my wrists is a wall. He waits until my muscles stop fighting and begin to yield.
He pushes a second finger in and the world narrows to the heavy stretch of him. It’s a sting that blooms into a heat I wasn't prepared for. I’m so full I can’t breathe, every muscle in my body clenching around the intrusion of his skin.
“Stop fighting it. You were made to take me.”
He moves slow, making lazy circles. “I... it’s too much,” I bark into the mattress, my head thumping back against his shoulder.
“It’s exactly enough,” Viktor grunts, his breath hot against my ear. “Stop overthinking and just feel how much of me you can take.”
He adds a third finger. I gasp, my fingers clawing into the silk sheets. I can feel the shape of him inside me.
“Relax.” He presses his forehead to the back of my head. “Take it.”
I try. I fail. I try again. He lets me struggle for a moment, letting the frustration build until I’m the one pushing back against him, searching for the relief of his touch. When his fingers scissor me open, pleasure bursts inside me. My hips jerk back without thought. It’s a deep throb I’ve never felt before.
“Viktor,” I gasp.
He groans against my skin. “Say it again.” I shake my head, a low whine trapped in my throat. He curls his fingers. Pleasure hits so hard I shout into the mattress. The sounds coming out ofme are foreign. I don't recognize my own voice. There’s no room for shame, only the desperate need for him to hit that spot again.
My cock aches against my stomach. I can’t reach it. I can’t think. He pulls his fingers out and my body clenches at the loss. Then the head of his cock presses against me with pressure.
“Oh God,” I whisper. “Fuck... it won't fit.”
“It will fit perfectly. Take all of me,malysh.”
I take a breath. My hands grip his shoulders until my nails sink into his skin. I begin to lower myself. The first inch is a stretch that makes my vision go dark. I shout, clawing at the sheets as my body screams at the displacement. I can see the sweat on his brow and the way his jaw locks, yet he doesn't slow down. I don't understand how he’s still moving with a hole in his side, but he’s pushing through the agony as if my surrender is the only thing keeping him alive.
Viktor doesn't push. He stays perfectly still, letting me adjust to the burn. I’m shaking so hard I can barely stay upright.
“Don't move,” I sob. “Just give me a second.”
Viktor stays still. He lets me feel the scale of him. It’s a burning ache that shifts into a heavy throb. Inch by inch, he enters me. My insides feel stretched and compressed by his weight. I’m shaking so hard I can’t find my footing.
“Don’t stop.” His hands clamp on my waist. “That’s it. You’re doing so fucking well. Most men would have broken, but you’re just getting hungrier.”
I begin to lift, then sink. The drag of him is intense. Every time I sink back down, he hits a spot deep inside that makes my knees buckle. I’ve spent my life watching from the sidelines of my own body, but this is a total takeover. I can’t look away. I can’t pretend this isn't happening.
