Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
JONAH
The smell of coffee warms the air.
“I told you not to get out of bed,” I murmur. I keep my eyes on the window while my finger traces the frost. Still, my stomach swoops when I feel him approaching.
I shouldn't feel this. I should be looking for a way to break the glass, but instead, I'm leaning back, waiting for the heat of him.
“I wanted coffee.” Viktor’s chest presses into my back. One arm comes around my throat to draw me into the curve of his collarbone. “And since you don't dare touch my machine, I have to do it myself.”
He chuckles against my temple, making my frame tighten with the memory of last night.
My cock stiffens when his fingers drift lower, teasing me before he even touches me.
I hate how fast my body recognizes him. I’ve lost track of time, but my old life in the trailer feels like a grainy film I can't quite remember.
“Well, hello, little krasavchik.” He gives my erection a squeeze. A sound escapes my throat. “What, you're not going to greet your prince?”
His lips tease the shell of my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth to suckle. The sound travels down my spine.
“F—fuck, Viktor, we should—” I whisper, bracing my forehead against the pane.
The glass chills my skin while his body heats.
I wonder if my Dad is sitting at the kitchen table right now, wondering why I haven't called.
He'd be ashamed of how easily I've let a man like this take up all the space in my head.
“We should what?” He crowds in behind me. One palm settles on my hip while the other strokes me through my pants. “This you want?”
“Mmph…”
“And all this because you didn't make me coffee. Come on. Back to bed.” His hand leaves my cock only long enough to take my jaw and turn my face toward him. His eyes are green and dark. “Now.”
I don't argue. That part of me is dead. He has already dismantled my dignity.
There is nothing left to defend. Instead, I watch Viktor place the drinks on the bedside table before he sits, closing the distance without breaking eye contact.
He hooks two fingers into my waistband, pulling my pants down slow to watch my length spring free.
“Such a beautiful cock. Such a sweet nurse. Are you going to be good for me?”
“Y—yes.” I hate how fast I say it. I tell myself it's survival, but the way my heart hammers against my ribs says it's a lie. I'm changing, and the terrifying part is that I'm not trying to run anymore.
“I thought so.”
He nudges me back onto the mattress with one push and climbs after me, bracketing my hips. His hand settles at my waist. His mouth brushes my cheek in a single hot press that makes my stomach dip.
“What about the cof—”
“We'll drink later. I'm thirsty for you first.”
His teeth graze my throat, nipping just enough to make my breath stutter before he smooths the sting with his tongue. My hips buck into his hand. He leaves another mark before soothing the sting with his mouth. Then he surges up to crush his lips against mine.
The kiss drags. Our tongues curl together in a rhythm that leaves me dizzy.
I moan into his mouth and pull him closer.
Every slide of his tongue against mine makes my body jump.
He's an addiction, and I'm already hooked.
Only recently, I was a virgin who was too busy for romance, too focused on the next shift.
Now, I've become a slut for Viktor’s hands, and once again, I let him have his way with me.
When I see his cock thicken in his pants, we both grow restless. Viktor pushes himself up, his jaw tightening as a flicker of discomfort crosses his face. Ignoring the pain, he keeps his focus on me while standing by the edge of the bed to tug his pants down.
“You look like a starving man, malysh.” He grips himself and drags the blunt head over my lips and down my chin. “Is that what you want? Do you want to find out how I taste when I'm deep in your throat? Tell me you want to choke on it.”
I look up at him, dazed. My breath hitches as he drags the head along my lower lip. He's huge. I haven't done this before. But right now, I don't care. I'm feverish.
“Good boy. Open up.”
My tongue flicks out. The taste of his precum hits my taste buds like an electric current. Fuck, he tastes good. He looks at me through his lashes, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “That’s it. Show me how you take care of me.”
A shiver runs through me. I reach out, my fingers hovering for a second before curling around his shaft. I can feel Viktor watching me with those dark eyes. “Show me.”
Drawing the head into my mouth, I lick away the bead of precum at the tip, humming quietly. I'm dizzy with the taste of him. I want to be enough for him.
“Use your lips. Use your tongue.”
My cheeks burn at the sound of his voice, but I keep going.
I lick a wet stripe up the side of his shaft, all the way to the base and back again.
My tongue traces the thick vein that maps the underside, feeling it pulse against my taste buds.
I reach down, my palm cupping the warm weight of his balls.
I use my other hand to anchor him, my thumb dragging over the flared tip before I swirl my tongue around the rim.
“Fuck,” Viktor grunts. His pupils are blown wide. I try to take more, but when his crown hits the back of my throat, I gag and pull back immediately, my eyes watering.
“Take it,” he growls. He doesn't let go of my hair. His grip is a warning. Fingers trace the smear of spit that leaks from my lips. “Show me how wide you can open for me. I want to see you stretch.”
I draw a shaky breath and let his cock slowly slide down as far as I dare. This time it goes better. A muffled moan slips out of my mouth. Viktor’s grip tightens, just enough to sting, just enough to make the world blur.
“God, you feel good,” he rumbles. His hips give an instinctive twitch against my mouth.
I work him in earnest until he's breathing in harsh, broken hitches.
“Come here now.” Viktor’s fingers dig into my scalp, pulling me back up. “Unless you want to swallow already.”
I release him with a wet pop and wipe my lips with my sleeve.
They feel sensitive and swollen. Viktor reaches down and pulls me back up against him.
My fingers find his cock immediately, stroking without thinking.
Viktor tips his head back, his nostrils flaring.
“Your mouth, krasavchik, is fucking heaven. That’s it. A little faster.”
I lean in and catch his bottom lip between my teeth.
His growl hits my mouth like heat. His arm tightens around my ass.
I hear the soft click of a bottle opening.
A wet finger presses at my rim. The first time scared me, but right now I'm wound so tight I can barely breathe.
I push back too fast, and he slaps my ass with a sharp tssk.
“Slow. Let me prep you. You don't get to rush this.” Viktor circles my rim with one finger, slow enough to make my spine bow. I grip his shoulders and breathe through the tease, but he doesn't give me more. He keeps me right on the edge of needing it.
“Viktor… please.”
He pushes the tip of his finger inside me, just enough to make my breath break. My thighs shake. I try to push back again but he holds my hip in place. “Hold still,” he says. “Let me feel you open.”
I grip his biceps so hard my knuckles ache. His finger slides deeper. My body stretches around him. The pain is sharp but keeps me from drifting. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “You take my fingers so well.”
He curls the finger once, and my cock jerks against my stomach.
He knows exactly what he's doing. He slides the finger out, my body clenching around nothing.
He coats his fingers again with lube, letting me hear it, doing it slow on purpose.
“You want to feel full?” His voice drops lower. “Tell me.”
“I want you… I want you inside me.”
Viktor presses two fingers against me. I push back before I can stop myself. “So desperate today, aren't you? Open for me.”
The pressure builds and then gives. My breath catches. Two fingers fill me and my whole body reacts. “Good,” he says. “Relax around me.”
I try, but it doesn't work. My muscles flutter around him. He thrusts his fingers a little harder, working me open with short, controlled pushes. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes. He watches every reaction I have. His fingers work inside me, slow at first, then faster when he finds the place that makes my hips jerk. “Viktor… God—don't stop—”
“I won't,” he answers. “You're almost ready.”
He angles the next thrust. My vision blurs. My cock twitches against my stomach in sharp, helpless pulses. “You feel that? That’s where I'm going to fuck you.”
A sound rips out of me. He pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the way my body clenches after them. He reaches for my shoulders and pushes me flat on my back. “Lift your knees. Spread them for me.”
My legs rise without hesitation. The cold air hits me and my whole body feels open and exposed.
Viktor kneels between my thighs. His cock is hard and flushed, heavy in his hand.
He strokes himself once, coating his length with lube, and his breath stutters as he tries to keep control. He presses the head to my rim.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He pushes in, just the tip. The stretch is blunt. The pressure is heavy. It forces me open until I can't think. He fills me until my body doesn't belong to me anymore.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Open for me.”
He slowly sinks in the rest of the way. When his pelvis meets mine, a broken sound tears out of my throat.
He's inside me. All of him. And I can barely breathe.
Viktor stays still at first, buried deep inside me.
The stretch is overwhelming and perfect, and my body doesn't know whether to tense or melt.
He grips my hips and pulls me onto him one more inch. “Good,” he praises. “You're holding me so tight.”