“Use your lips. Use your tongue.”
My cheeks burn at the sound of his voice, but I keep going. I lick a wet stripe up the side of his shaft, all the way to the base and back again. My tongue traces the thick vein that maps the underside, feeling it pulse against my taste buds. I reach down, my palm cupping the warm weight of his balls. I use my other hand to anchor him, my thumb dragging over the flared tip before I swirl my tongue around the rim.
“Fuck,” Viktor grunts. His pupils are blown wide. I try to take more, but when his crown hits the back of my throat, I gag and pull back immediately, my eyes watering.
“Take it,” he growls. He doesn't let go of my hair. His grip is a warning. Fingers trace the smear of spit that leaks from my lips. “Show me how wide you can open for me. I want to see you stretch.”
I draw a shaky breath and let his cock slowly slide down as far as I dare. This time it goes better. A muffled moan slips out of my mouth. Viktor’s grip tightens, just enough to sting, just enough to make the world blur.
“God, you feel good,” he rumbles. His hips give an instinctive twitch against my mouth.
I work him in earnest until he's breathing in harsh, broken hitches.
“Come here now.” Viktor’s fingers dig into my scalp, pulling me back up. “Unless you want to swallow already.”
I release him with a wet pop and wipe my lips with my sleeve. They feel sensitive and swollen. Viktor reaches down and pulls me back up against him. My fingers find his cock immediately, stroking without thinking. Viktor tips his head back, his nostrilsflaring. “Your mouth, krasavchik, is fucking heaven. That’s it. A little faster.”
I lean in and catch his bottom lip between my teeth. His growl hits my mouth like heat. His arm tightens around my ass. I hear the soft click of a bottle opening. A wet finger presses at my rim. The first time scared me, but right now I'm wound so tight I can barely breathe. I push back too fast, and he slaps my ass with a sharp tssk.
“Slow. Let me prep you. You don't get to rush this.” Viktor circles my rim with one finger, slow enough to make my spine bow. I grip his shoulders and breathe through the tease, but he doesn't give me more. He keeps me right on the edge of needing it.
“Viktor… please.”
He pushes the tip of his finger inside me, just enough to make my breath break. My thighs shake. I try to push back again but he holds my hip in place. “Hold still,” he says. “Let me feel you open.”
I grip his biceps so hard my knuckles ache. His finger slides deeper. My body stretches around him. The pain is sharp but keeps me from drifting. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “You take my fingers so well.”
He curls the finger once, and my cock jerks against my stomach. He knows exactly what he's doing. He slides the finger out, my body clenching around nothing. He coats his fingers again with lube, letting me hear it, doing it slow on purpose. “You want to feel full?” His voice drops lower. “Tell me.”
“I want you… I want you inside me.”
Viktor presses two fingers against me. I push back before I can stop myself. “So desperate today, aren't you? Open for me.”
The pressure builds and then gives. My breath catches. Two fingers fill me and my whole body reacts. “Good,” he says. “Relax around me.”
I try, but it doesn't work. My muscles flutter around him. He thrusts his fingers a little harder, working me open with short, controlled pushes. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes. He watches every reaction I have. His fingers work inside me, slow at first, then faster when he finds the place that makes my hips jerk. “Viktor… God—don't stop?—”
“I won't,” he answers. “You're almost ready.”
He angles the next thrust. My vision blurs. My cock twitches against my stomach in sharp, helpless pulses. “You feel that? That’s where I'm going to fuck you.”
A sound rips out of me. He pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the way my body clenches after them. He reaches for my shoulders and pushes me flat on my back. “Lift your knees. Spread them for me.”
My legs rise without hesitation. The cold air hits me and my whole body feels open and exposed. Viktor kneels between my thighs. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy in his hand. He strokes himself once, coating his length with lube, and his breath stutters as he tries to keep control. He presses the head to my rim.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He pushes in, just the tip. The stretch is blunt. The pressure is heavy. It forces me open until I can't think. He fills me until my body doesn't belong to me anymore.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Open for me.”
He slowly sinks in the rest of the way. When his pelvis meets mine, a broken sound tears out of my throat. He's inside me. All of him. And I can barely breathe. Viktor stays still at first, buried deep inside me. The stretch is overwhelming and perfect, and my body doesn't know whether to tense or melt.
He grips my hips and pulls me onto him one more inch. “Good,” he praises. “You're holding me so tight.”
