And when I got nervous, I said shit that was meant to be kept deep inside.
“Is that the video?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Okay.” Vanya’s hand traced up my side, and then his palm pressed to the front of my throat. With the barest pressure, all the ugly, buzzing-bees feeling in my head suddenly stopped.
“Oh.”
Vanya murmured something in Russian, then leaned in and smudged kisses along my jaw. “You are safe. I am here. No one will ever know what we do. No one will ever know what you ask me. We are friends, Micah.”
I swallowed thickly. “Just friends?”
“Whatever you need me to be.”
His words sounded like a promise. Like a vow.
Like a hymn.
“I want you to make it all stop for tonight.”
He chuckled softly. “Yes. I think I can do this. Now, kiss me, then roll over, and I will make it all go quiet.”
I lost time. I lost all sense of myself.
The only thing I knew in that moment was Vanya’s tongue deep in my hole, my hips in the air, one of his hands massaging my dick and balls, the other giving me occasional slaps on the globes of my ass.
It was just enough to sting, nowhere near enough to bruise. But somehow, the juxtaposition between pain and pleasure crashed together, morphing into the perfect wave of ecstasy.
I was in fucking heaven. For a moment, I thought maybe I really was dead, and this was how I’d get to spend my eternity. Then he pulled his tongue out seconds away from when I was about to spill, and I let out a choked cry.
“No! I want…fuck.Please. I need to come.”
“I know. But not yet, pretty goalie. Spread your legs for me.”
I could do that. I would do a full fucking split if it meant he was going to get back to work and let me fucking orgasm. I had no idea how long we’d been going at it, only that I’d come close to letting go three times and had been cruelly denied.
But I wasn’t feeling mocked or used, and the fear was gone, replaced by the knowledge that Vanya was going to give me exactly what I wanted in the exact way I needed it.
I had to trust he knew me, because I sure as fuck didn’t know myself.
“Good. Yes.” Vanya shifted back as I spread my bent legs, my thighs burning as he pressed down on my hips. My hard, aching dick hit the sheets, and hegrunted as he wrapped around me, dragging a hand down my torso. “So pretty.”
“What,” I started, but then he began to rock his hips against me, making me hump the bed. Jesus. My face went hot. “Vanya,” I gasped.
“Just a moment. Just…let me watch you.” He did it a little longer, until I was almost at the edge again, and then he pulled back and flipped me until I was on my back once more.
“You’re a fucking menace! God, let me come, you absolute dickhead?—”
“Enough.” He silenced me with words first and then a kiss. “Be good for me, and I will give you exactly what you want.”
Groaning, my entire body went lax as he began to kiss along my neck, then down my chest. Then lower—lower—until his tongue was teasing at my slit.
“God, Vanya. Please,” I begged.
He chuckled softly, but not in a way that made me feel like he was mocking me. The sound was low and rich and joyful. He took my dick in his hand, swirling his tongue around the head before sucking it all the way into his mouth.
When he hummed, I damn near lost it. My dick kicked hard, spilling a thick dribble of precome, and I dug my fingers into the mattress as my hips bucked upward against his face.
