“Stop.” I gently push him back with my hold on his head. “You’re still hurt.”
“Fuck that.” His fingers sink into my hips, pulling me closer so he can bite on my V muscles, and I grunt.
Fuck, that feels as if my veins have been injected with an aphrodisiac. I’m so turned on, I can’t see straight, my fingers relaxing in his hair. “Yulian…fucking hell…”
“Let me have you, hmm, baby, please?” He’s speaking against my groin as the towel slips from around my waist and falls to the floor by our feet.
Yulian groans as he tries to get down on the ground, but I push him back on the bed, so he’s lying on his back. “Don’t move.”
The disappointment in his face squeezes my chest.
“Mishka…”
“I’ll do everything, okay? If you move or I feel like you’re exerting yourself, we’ll stop.”
He nods eagerly, his cock tenting against the towel. I help position him so he’s lying on his back in the middle of the bed. The towel falls open, revealing his rock-hard, engorged cock.
I raise a brow. “Already?”
“I’ve been having withdrawals for weeks, can’t help it.”
I chuckle softly as I dig into the drawer, and I find lube and condoms. Uncle Maks is definitely the one who put them there.
“See?” Yulian grins, watching me. “Even your uncles manifested this.”
I grab the lube and position myself on top of him, my knees on either side of his thighs as I wrap my hand around his cock. He throbs like hell in my grip, the veins protruding more.
“You’re getting thicker, Volchonok.” My voice is slightly husky, thick with arousal as my own cock bobs against his thighs.
“It’s all your fault, Mishka.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh. Your big hands make me want to come all over them.”
“How about my mouth, then?” I lower my head and take him all the way to the back of my throat, fighting any gag reflex. He loves when I do this, and I trained my throat to fit him.
I light up at the string of curses that spill out of him as precum fills my mouth, and I swallow, breathing slowly through my nose. “Fucking hell, baby, yes…fuck…your hot, wet mouth is made to take my cock.”
“Mmm.”
“Choke on it…let me feel your throat.” His voice gets huskier as he grabs my hair and starts to move.
I shove his hips down and pull him out. “No moving, Yulian.”
“Ugh…” He looks at me, his chest rising and falling deeply but steadily. “This is fucking torture.”
“Shh.” I kiss and lick the underside of his cock, then take it in my mouth again, letting saliva fill my mouth, and then suck him off slowly, sloppily, choking on his girth and length like he wanted.
The sounds are obscene, echoing around us like a mantra, and I’m so hard from the feel and taste of him, I think I’ll burst.
It’s really been too long.
“Holy fucking Jesus…” He gasps. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby.”
“Mmm.”
“Your mouth feels like heaven.” He strokes my hair as he speaks, and I know I need to take it slow, but I’m so fucking hungry.
