“What happened with David doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
He reaches up and cups my face gently. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’m better now, I need you.”
He leans back a little and spreads his legs more, and I feel him growing under my hand, my cock twitches at the sight of it. I climb onto his lap without saying anything, straddle him, and the second my weight sinks down, his hands are on my hips dragging me into him.
Our mouths crash together, and he kisses me like he’s starved, tongue already pushing into my mouth, messy and rough and so good I can’t help the sound I make when I grind against him.
I kiss down his neck, teeth dragging against his skin, and when I suck hard near his collarbone and feel him flinch, I do it again. I want everyone to know he’s taken. If anyone sees the edge of his shirt shift, sees his collar pulled down, they’ll know someone’s been on him.
I pull back just long enough to see dark red against the ink on his neck, and then he’s grabbing my face and kissing me again, groaning into my mouth when I grind down harder, rubbing against each other through too much fabric.
“Let me taste you,” I whisper, breathless.
His eyes are black when he pulls back, pupils blown, chest rising fast. He drags his thumb over my mouth slow and then presses it in. I suck on it, moaning around it, watching his face while he watches mine.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “You’re making me so fucking hard,zaychik.”
Nodding, I give his thumb a final deep swirl with my mouth, then I bring my lips to his neck and start kissing down to his chest as I slide off his lap to the floor, knees hitting the rug. He lifts his hips when I reach for his waistband, and I yank his pants and boxers down fast, my breath catching when his cock drops free and leaking already.
I tug my own sweats down with one hand, stroke myself once just to take the edge off.
“C’mon,” he says, breath ragged. “Let me fuck that mouth.”
I lean in and lick the head, tongue slow and heavy, then close my lips around him and feel the sharp jolt of his hips. Salty taste of pre-cum floods my mouth, making me desperate for more.
His hand grips my shoulder as I take more of him in, slow at first, letting my jaw adjust while I stroke myself with my other hand, chasing friction. He groans when I slide deeper, and when he lifts his hips again, I feel the head hit the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and keep going, eyes fluttering half-shut.
His hand tightens on my shoulders as he starts to move, shallow thrusts that get sharper every time.
“Fuck,” he grits out, voice shaking. “Da. That’s it. Take it. Look at you.”
I moan around him, louder this time, spit already running down my chin. He’s fucking into my throat, making it hard to breathe right, but I don’t want to stop. My throat’s raw already and my eyes wet. I just want him to lose it.
His phone starts ringing. He sighs like he’s about to murder someone. “Blyat.”
Seriously?
I pop off his cock and glare up at him. “Don’t you dare answer that.”
He looks down at me, breathless, cock thick and slick against his stomach. “I’m going to answer it, and you’re going to keep me in your mouth while I do. And I want you to come all over yourself while I fuck your throat.”
My stomach flips. That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
His hand slips from my hair just long enough to yank the phone out of his pocket. He checks the screen, then lifts a finger to his lips.
“This better be important, Calder. Do you have the intel I asked for?”
His accent is thicker than usual. He never talks like this on the phone around me. I don’t know if he’s doing it because he trusts me now or if he’s just stopped caring.
His hand slides into my hair, and I take him into my mouth again, hot and heavy on my tongue. I swallow the pre-cum and gag a little when he pushes deeper. He doesn’t let me stop.
“Good. Send everything to Mikhail.”
I moan around him and reach down, stroke myself with my free hand, my hips already moving. His fingers tighten in my hair. He starts moving his hips. Not fast, but deep. I hear the hitch in his breath even if he’s trying to play it cool.
“I’m busy. We are going to take care of it soon.”
