Chapter 21 #2
He lets me pull him from the wall and turn him until his back hits the tile.
Warm water cascades over us. Hoisting him up, I spread his legs around my waist and guide my cock to his opened hole.
After a final drop of lube, I guide the flared tip inside.
Jonah’s muscles tighten as he watches my cock disappear into him.
The hot water acts as a second lubricant, washing over the joining as I seat myself to the hilt.
“That’s it. Look at that pretty hole swallowing me.
” Shifting my grip, I slide my hand up until my thumb and forefinger catch the hinges of his jaw.
I squeeze, forcing his mouth to hang open while the rest of my palm stays heavy against his windpipe.
I don't let him look away. The roar of the spray drowns out the world, leaving nothing but the friction of our wet skin and the heat where I'm buried inside him.
I tip his chin higher and part his lips further with the pressure of my palm, spitting onto his tongue. “Show me.”
He sticks out his tongue. I groan and then dive in to devour his mouth, sliding the final inches inside him.
From this close, I see how his eyes are flared and how water beads on his lashes.
Tightening my grip under his thighs, I push him higher on the wall.
His breath breaks. His knuckles clutch my shoulders and his nails dig in.
I tip my forehead to mine while my breath crowds his mouth. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
He shakes his head immediately. His heel digs into my back, pulling me in. I thrust once, and his moan slips out unfiltered.
“Good.”
Drawing back halfway, I drive in again. Heat clamps around me. He gasps and tries to breathe, but his chest stutters against mine. I keep my hand high on his throat, applying just enough pressure to keep his air thin. His forehead drops to mine and his lips tremble.
“Viktor, please.”
“Please what? What do you need?”
“More.”
“Good boy.”
I set the angle and pull a sound from him every time my pelvis meets his. His fingers grip the back of my neck, his thighs shaking around my waist. His cock rubs my stomach with every thrust, leaking in small pulses. I hold him there, make him sit in it.
“You feel that?”
“Yes,” he gasps. I push deeper. The moment I hit his prostate, a broken sound tears out of him. His hips jolt against mine. “That one,” he whispers. “Vik… please… that one.”
I keep the angle. His body is a map of heat and friction. My jaw locks. He tries to hide his face in my neck, but I catch his chin, forcing his eyes up. My palm stays heavy against his windpipe, making his pupils blow wide as he struggles for both air and release.
“Look at me when you come.”
He whimpers. “I’m close.”
“I know. I can feel you pulsing.”
His whole body tenses. His chest stutters. His throat vibrates under my palm when I wrap it around his neck. I squeeze, wanting to feel the moment his control snaps.
“Say my name.”
“Viktor.”
“That’s it. I’ll give you everything.” I thrust harder. He cries out. His head falls back, his mouth open and his eyes half-lidded.
“Viktor, I’m going to—”
“Come.” He shatters. His cock spills over my stomach in hot, messy pulses that are washed away instantly by the spray. His body locks around me, trembling with a violence that shakes us both. His fingers claw at my shoulders.
“That’s how you take me.” I don't let him rest, pulling out just enough for him to gasp before slamming back in, buried to the hilt.
I want him to feel the weight of me while he's coming undone, a permanent mark on his memory.
Heat tears through me, wave after wave, spilling deep inside him as his body milks everything from me.
Easing out of him slowly once the last pulse fades, I catch him as he nearly collapses. “Easy. Vot tak… that’s it. I’ve got you.”
Jonah trembles, boneless, his face tucked into my neck. I ignore the rest of the world. Jonah is all I see.
“You’re alright,” I murmur, dragging my palm down his spine. “Breathe, Jonah.” He nods weakly, his breath shaky.
When he finally lifts his head with glassy eyes, he whispers, stunned. “I feel like I’ve been run over. My heart won't slow down.”
I grin at that. I reach down and trace the line of his throat where my hand just was. The skin is red where I held him, a brand I gave him in the steam. “That’s the adrenaline, krasavchik. It’s better than any drug Sergei ever gave me.”
He blushes and hides his face in my chest again, his skin still damp and humming from the friction.
I lift him from the shower, his wet skin clinging to mine.
I towel him lightly, the cotton rough against his sensitive skin.
His legs wobble, so I scoop him up again without a word.
He melts against me. When I set him on the bed, he looks up at me with heavy eyes.
I climb in beside him, and he pulls himself into my chest with the last of his strength.
I hold him until his breathing evens out and he falls asleep.
For a long moment, I let myself feel it too.
The quiet. The warmth. Not Pakhan. Just Viktor.