Page 53 of Deviant Need

I pull off slowly, letting him slide out of my mouth with a wet pop, and lick a long stripe from base to tip before taking him back in. I want to memorize everything about this, the weight of him on my tongue, the way he pulses against my lips, the sounds he makes when I do something he especially loves. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder, bobbing faster now, and his breathing gets ragged above me.

“Tak blizko,” he groans. So close. His voice is strained and desperate. “You should pull off if you don’t want it.”

Shaking my head, I bob harder, taking him deeper, and he groans louder. His hand fists in my hair roughly, and he thrusts my head down onto his cock, forcing himself deeper into my throat.

His cock swells against my tongue, and then hot salty cum floods my mouth in thick waves. I groan around him and keep sucking, swallowing every drop and milking him through it. The taste overwhelms my senses, salty and perfect, and I don’t want to stop. He’s still hard in my mouth, and I refuse to pull off. I keep working him with my tongue until he hisses and tugs at my hair.

“Too sensitive,” he rasps.

Popping off slowly, I drag my tongue along his length one last time and wipe the corner of my mouth. When I look up at him, his eyes are wild, pupils blown wide, and he catches my shoulders and throws me onto the mattress, then rolls on top of me immediately, caging me in with his arms.

“What do you want? Tell me how to make you come.”

My hand slides down to my cock, and I stroke myself through my boxers, the friction making me gasp. “Whatever you want to do to me. I’m so close already, it won’t take long.”

He bites the inside of his cheek and crashes his mouth to mine, shoving his tongue past my lips and tasting himself there. He kisses me filthy and desperate, pinning me into the mattress with his weight, and then pulls back.

His hands go to my boxers, and he shoves them down fast, impatient, and my cock springs free and slaps against my stomach. He stares at it for a long moment, breathing hard, and then his eyes drag up to meet mine.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says suddenly.

I stare at him in confusion, my heart still racing.

“How are you so big? You aren’t exactly tall.” His eyes drag over my cock, hungry and fascinated. “That’s so hot.”

That catches me off guard, and I look down at myself. I mean, yeah, I’m thick and long, but he’s still bigger than me.

“My turn,” he says, licking his lips.

“What?”

“I need to taste you too.”

His tongue darts down my chest before I can process his words, finding my nipple and rolling it against his tongue, and I gasp. He moves to the other one, sucking it into his mouth before licking a slow path down my stomach.

His tongue traces every ridge of my abs, dipping into the lines between them, and then follows my V-line all the way down.

He spits into his hand and wraps it around my cock, and the sight alone nearly makes me come. His hand looks massive compared to mine, veins flexing as he strokes me, and the rough calluses dragging against my sensitive skin make me groan and squeeze my eyes shut.

Something soft and warm engulfs the head of my cock, and my eyes fly open. I stare down at him in disbelief, watching his lips stretch around me as he licks and sucks at the tip.

I’m hallucinating. That’s the only explanation for the sight of Mikhail with my cock in his mouth, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

I groan, and my hands fly to his shoulders, sliding up to grip his head. I press down slightly, and he takes more of me in, clumsy and slow as he learns how to work me. He sinks down and starts sucking, experimenting with pressure and movement, and my back arches clean off the bed.

“Just take what you can,” I manage to get out as he sinks down on me again, his throat working around my length. “I’m so fucking close.”

One of his hands wanders down, sliding past my balls to my taint. He pops off suddenly and frowns at me, and my stomach drops… He’s going to say he hates it, that this was a mistake, that we should stop.

“Can I touch you there?” he asks, and his finger ghosts over my rim.

Oh.

“Y-yes,” I say, breathless.

He takes me back into his mouth, and the wet heat surrounds me again. His finger circles my hole slowly, teasing the sensitive rim, and the dual sensation makes me groan.

He pulls off my cock just enough to gather drool from where it’s running down my shaft and brings it back down, pressing his wet finger against my entrance. The pressure there, combined with his mouth sinking back down on me, pushes me right to the edge.