That gets his attention. One corner of his mouth twitches in a cruel smirk. “But it does.” Then his hand closes around my throat and pins me to the tile. “That's why a sweet boy like you needs to be careful.”
He presses in, closing my airways. I can't breathe. But my body yearns for it, locking and leaning at the same time. It's like I've crossed a line I can't uncross.
“You like a bit of pain, don't you?”
I don't answer. I don't have to. He turns his back to me and lets me wash him there, before he turns back to face me. He watches me with that tight, held focus.
“You like it when I control your body.”
I shake my head, but feel embarrassment heat my face.
Hooking two fingers under my chin, he forces our eyes to meet. “I want to control your body. Your every single breath. Don't ask me why. I just do.”
Taking the washing gel from my trembling hand, he squirts some onto his palm and tosses the bottle away. He starts washing me with firm strokes that make my body both lock up and relax. This is all so confusing. We stay like this for a moment. Until my thoughts become too loud.
“Talk to me,” I ask him. “Tell me what happened when they took you.”
“Later.”
The word is soft, but it shuts me out. I know I shouldn't push. Still, I can't leave him standing here with all of it locked inside him. I draw a breath. As if he hears it, his eyes flick back to mine.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just… I want to make you feel good.” Resting my palms on his thick thighs, I lower myself to my knees. “I want to be good for you.” He goes still, but his cock lifts, hardening as I nuzzle it. “Jonah. Fuck, krasavchik.”
I feel his eyes on me as I kiss his tip. I lick him. Short strokes of my tongue that make his abs tighten. I open my mouth and take him in, inch by inch, until my mouth is full. His hand in my hair tightens. It stings. Tears spring up as he rolls his lower body and I choke. The water is pounding against my back, the heat of it a sharp contrast to the cold tiles under my shins.
“That’s it. Take all of it.”
I grip his shaft and set a steady rhythm. I love the way Viktor starts to break with those low sounds and Russian words of praise. My free hand cups his balls and the way he moans tells me he's close. His dick is so big it makes my jaw ache, but it doesn't stop me from bobbing my head and trying to give him my best.
“F—fuck…” He moans. He pulls my head back. “Let me see. You look perfect with my cock in your mouth. You want to drink from me?”
I nod. I'm dizzy with need. I was so scared he wouldn't be okay. Now all I want is to take care of him. My body hums with it. His hand fists in my hair. The pull bites at my scalp and forces my head back. I look up at him through the spray, the pain sharp enough to keep me still.
“Take your own cock in hand, krasavchik. Make yourself feel good.”
I blink. My hand closes around my hard-on.
“Good boy. Stroke it.”
I nod, but that's all the time I get. His hand drives me deeper onto him. I gag. Tears spring up. I love it. Love his hand on my head, love how he uses me. I'm so close.
“I'm gonna come, malysh. Fuck.” Viktor shudders. Every muscle in his stomach and thighs jumps. “Keep it in your mouth, krasavchik.”
I'm caught off guard by my own climax. It tears through me and I spill onto the shower floor, gasping. I hang there for a second, shaking. Hot cum fills my mouth. It's hot and bitter on my tongue. His fingers swipe my cheek, then lift my chin. “Open your mouth. Show me.”
I do as he says. Viktor's eyes flash. “Fuck. You look good like that. Kneeling there with my cum in your mouth.”
The taste spreads over my tongue. It's sharp at the back of my throat, enough to steal my breath.
“Swallow.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
VIKTOR
