Heels digging into the sofa, I arched upward just a little. The barely there action caused a cool breeze to fan across my cock in a way that made me whine. The tip was an angry red, flushed and wet with my need. Ivan’s eyes were hungry as he stared, but instead of wrapping his fingers around it, he shoved his face in my groin and exhaled. A shiver tore through him, and he began to suck patches of my sensitive skin into his mouth, leaving behind a trail of bruises.
It was a primal, animalistic way to worship, and oh, I loved it.
Burnedfor it.
“Ivan,” I gasped. “Please.”
“Hush.”
Slapping a hand against my stomach, he caught the fabric of my shirt in between his fingers and tugged it up the length of my chest.
“Open your mouth.”
Lips parted, I gasped when he shoved the end of my shirt into my mouth. He made a pleased sound and ran his knuckles down the firm slope of my cheek.
“Papa’s going to make you feel better, baby. I promise.”
I nodded, and he rewarded me with a “good boy.”
Flicking his tongue over my nipple, he caught it between his teeth and tugged. Mouth stuffed, I still managed to whimper, and he made a sound that said he liked evidence of my pleasure.
I nearly came off the couch when he captured my balls in his palm, pinching at the tender skin with deft fingers.
Evidence of my arousal leaked down my cock. He caught the liquid on the tip of his finger and brought it to his mouth with a grin. Painting it across his lips, he made a feral sound and let his eyes roll back into his head.
It was so fucking hot; I had to shove my hands behind my back to keep from touching my cock. I needed to come, but goddamnit, I needed to obey him more.
Hand to his mouth, I shivered when he licked across his palm and wrapped all five fingers around my cock. He squeezed lightly and started pumping my cock at a pace that left me lightheaded. It was torturous and too slow, but it was perfect.
Hips twitching, I groaned into my makeshift gag and watched every stroke through a heavy, lust-filled gaze. Breath caught in my throat, and my cock swelled.
Legs shaking, my stomach tightened, and though he couldn’t understand me, I started begging, anyway.
“You can come, baby. Let me feel you drip across my knuckles.”
I shouted and nearly choked against the pleasure that ran through my body. Itpouredout of me and nothing could compare to the paralyzing relief.
“Good boy,” he hummed as I spilled over his fingers.
Tears welled in my eyes at the intensity of it all, but I blinked them back to watch the way he rubbed my come into my spent cock and sucked the rest into his mouth.
He rose to his feet then and captured my face in palms. Hooking his thumbs into my shirt, he tugged it from my mouth and folded his lips over mine. The taste of my release was all over his tongue. It made my head spin, and my cock gave a half-hearted twitch.
“You doing okay, Solnyshko?”
I bobbed my head and glanced down at his groin. His chuckle made me shiver.
“You want something, baby?”
“Yes.”
There was a wet spot on his sweats, and the way his cock punched at the fabric left very little to the imagination.
Hands still on my face, he tilted my head upward until I was looking into his eyes. “Do you want it in your hands or in your mouth?”
“Mouth, please.”
“Such good manners when you’re begging for my cock.”
