His thighs stiffen. The stomach twitches, and he gently rests one hand on my back, struggling for air.
“Oh fuck... so good... don’t stop...”
My mind should be on his dick, but as he glides his hand over my skin, I do wonder whether he’s lost his fingerprints. As horrible as that is, it would be useful.
Logical thoughts halt when Seva grunts and presses on my nape, forcing that glorious cock into my throat. I gag a bit, but I’m not the inexperienced idiot who arrived at his house uninvited. I adjust the position of my head,and let him in deeper, so horny I’m probably leaking into my pants already. But he’s very aroused too, and I gorge myself on the flavor of his pre-cum as I work him with my hand and mouth.
I lived without sex for years, but this forced thirst has me gagging for him and literally waiting for him to come, just so I can make him hard again.
“Too good...” Seva mumbles, folding over me, as if he’s overstimulated already.
He opens his legs wider, but then I realize what he’s actually doing when I feel his toes against my cock through the pants. Oh God… I rock against his foot like a bitch in heat.
I moan over his cock, so very excited to connect with him again. All the poetic emotions I feel for him are being shoved aside in favor of drool, cum, and sweat. I’ve missed his body, his confident touch, and his desire for me, but he must have missed me too, because his cock feels even harder, and his foot twitches between my thighs. A raspy noise escapes his lips just before cum shoots over my tongue, a reward for my patience.
“Fuck, you’re so good. Your mouth is made to be fucked. So hot and wet, and tight when you suck me...”
That’s all the praise I needed. I arch to his hand like a happy kitten, and make sure to swallow every last drop. Impatiently, I pull my pants down enough to release my cock. Sure, I could jerk off and get there in a matter of seconds now, but I wanthimto make me come. I want it to be Seva’s doing so I feel his excitement even in that.
I moan in relief when his warm foot flattens against my cock, rubbing it mercilessly while I embrace his thigh with one arm and trail hurried kisses over it. Lights dance at the backs of my eyelids when he speaks.
“You neglected me long enough. I expect more from now on.”
“Me?” I whine in frustration. “I was… ah… waiting for your move. I didn’t… want to push you. Oh fuck, almost there.” It reminds me of that first time at his breakfast table, me tied up, his foot against my cock, his cum on my tongue, and I was so, so desperate to finish.
His raspy laugh sends a shiver down my spine, because in this moment I truly believe we will be all right.
“You’ll have to make it up to me with many more blowjobs.”
His foot twists against me, and despite the sting it causes, I come, drooling on his thigh while seed splashes against his sole, making it deliciously slippery.
I whine and lick his salty skin, drowning in my own personal heaven. “I will. Gladly,” I murmur, my heart full, and my mind empty. No worries, just bliss. I grab his foot and shamelessly lift it to my mouth. I never thought I’d be into foot stuff, but all I wanna do is suck his cum-stained toes, and I don’t care what that means. He’s all mine and I will lick every inch.
He rewards me with an approving hum. “Good boy. Always clean after yourself,” he tells me, amusement flickering in his eyes as I suck on his big toe, longing to be closer, to wait for my next portion of cum right here—on my knees, with my chin resting in his lap.
“I missed you calling me that.” I give his sole one more lick that makes him chuckle and curl his toes at the tickle. I slowly climb up and sit my bare ass on his thigh.
For a few minutes, we remain quiet, enjoying each other’s warmth. If he never wants to leave, I guess we’ll die here one day. I just hope I won’t have to see him suffer.
I hope I go first, even if that’s selfish.
Chapter 22
Sevastyan
I’vemissedthis.
Missedhim, but since that first time we came together after the attack, the flame inside me reignited. I can’t believe I managed to convince myself we would be both better off if he left. He’s never going away.
He’s mine.
Mine.
I croak his name when pleasure pulses through my body, washing over me in hot waves as cum fills Victor’s snug hole. I squeeze the cheeks of his ass, pulling them apart to see it stretch around me as a droplet of spunk trails down his taint. Even if my hands still ache at times, I’m not giving up on touching him.
The way he whimpers and moans for me is the cherry on top.
Victor’s gorgeous ginger waves are spilled all over the kitchen counter I’ve bent him over. He’s arching his spine until it seems his many freckles move over his skin. Such a treasure to behold, legs spread for me, cock dripping on the cabinet.
