My words end on a moan because he’s cupping me and his low, growly voice rushes close to my lips. “My attention is theonlyattention you’ll crave, Volchonok. Are we fucking clear?”
Yes, sir.
I bite my tongue before I can say that, because what the fuck? Why do I love his possessive dominant streak a bit too much? The little fuck is a year younger than me, damn it. It should be insulting.
“From now on, I’m the only one who gets to touch you.” He squeezes my cock, and I thrust my hips, chasing the burn, but he just shoves me back down with his grip. “Say yes.”
“Mmm, I’ll think about it.”
“Yulian…”
“Yes, baby?”
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” I grin, and it ends up in a moan, because he’s licking a trail down the center of my chest, and my mouth is watering, my dick throbbing like crazy in his hand.
“Or maybe you just love being used…” He trails off, his hazel eyes flashing toward me. “Your dick is surely performing a standing ovation for me, making a fucking mess as usual.”
Yup, that tracks. Precum is already coating the tip and dripping into his hand as he jerks me, lubing me up with that delicious control.
“You like it.” I thrust powerfully, pushing my hips forward.
“What was that?” His words are muffled because he’s kissing and licking my chest, nipples, and abs, he’s biting on the tattoo and sucking the skin around it over and over, and I’m surprised I don’t come from the sensation.
My balls draw up, strung tight, every nerve raw as his touch makes me feel worshiped. His lips are soft, his hands merciless—one grips my hip, the other rubs me with violent urgency, only to turn achingly gentle the next second, snapping my nerves like whiplash.
“You love that I’m so hot and bothered for you,” I pant, yanking at his hair. “It makes you horny.”
He huffs a chuckle that vibrates against my nipple. “Youmake me horny, you goddamn idiot.”
“Me?”
“Yes,you.Why do you think I keep coming back? Something about you, Volchonok…”
I’m listening with bated breath, but he doesn’t continue, just trails his lips lower, sucking on my abs, biting viciously, and I flex, which makes him bite harder.
Fuck. This violent asshole is my own brand of crazy. I love the tinge of pain, the way he squeezes me so roughly.
“Something about you…” he repeats, this time biting and sucking along the lines of my V, lingering there far too long.
“Are you giving me hickeys?” A chuckle escapes me, darkened by lust at the scrape of his teeth and the drag of his tongue.
“What if I am?”
“Mm, want to mark me, baby?”
“If anyone sees you, they’ll know you’re taken.” His eyes rage a darker color, almost brown, as he releases my cock and grabs my hips.
“They’ll go away in a few days…” My breath hitches on the last word because his lips are so close to my cock, glistening wet from all the marks he’s left on my chest and abs.
“Then I’ll leave new ones.” A rough sound rumbles from his chest as he sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth.
Vaughn’s lips are on my cock.
Not the first time, but it definitely feels like it. During the sixty-nine galore, I was also giving him head, and he was following my lead.
This time, he’s taking the initiative to have my cock in his mouth.
