Chapter 16
Eric
Dmitri’s dark eyes stay locked on mine, unblinking, as his mouth surrounds me. At first, he only takes the head, his lips sealing tight, before his tongue slides slow and slick across my tip. He traces the flared ridge with deliberate, tormenting circles.
He waits, watching my every twitch and shudder, until desperation claws up my spine and makes my hips jerk involuntarily. Only then does he take more, burying an inch at a time in the wet, searing heat of his mouth, then withdrawing until just the tip rests heavy on his tongue.
His hands are just as mercilessly teasing. Fingers wrap around my shaft in a firm, twisting grip, pumping a few slow, deliberate times before sliding down to cup my balls. He toys with them, tugging gently and rolling them in his palm until I’m gasping.
He sucks me back in, deeper with each pass, until I bump the back of his throat. Everything is hot and tight, muscles fluttering around me as he holds there for a heartbeat, eyes still burning into mine.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble. My hands flail, searching for something solid to cling to. Dmitri grabs my wrists and guides them behind his head. “Fuck, you’re trying to kill me,” I whimper as my fingers weave into his thick hair.
Vibrations tingle all the way to my balls as he hums his agreement. He draws me back in, tonguing the underside of my cock as he builds a rhythm. I can’t look away from the sight of my glistening length disappearing between his lips.
Dmitri loses his patience for a moment and pushes his shorts down until his cock is exposed and jutting out obscenely from his body. He gives himself a few slow, languid strokes as he pulls back, and cool air hits my overheated skin as he uses his tongue to tease the sensitive V on my head.
Anyone who ever said happiness is unattainable has never had a blowjob by Dmitri. He sucks my dick like it’s his damn job, and he deserves a raise.
A promotion.
A corner office with a view.
Fuck, he needs to be crowned CEO of Blowjobs Worldwide, because this is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. The man has a PhD in deep-throat physics, and apparently a personal vendetta against my self-control.
My fingers dig into his scalp as I grind my hips in that same shallow, rhythmic motion. A chorus of moaned curses spills from me as a low throb pulses in my core. “Fuck, that’s so good,” I groan, unable to stop myself as I drive my cock deeper.
Spit coats my length and his chin, creating a wet slap with every forward drive. He slacks his jaw and relaxes his throat, but soon, he’s gagging around me as I fuck into his mouth. Flashbacks hit, replaying how rough I was with him the last time, and I slow down with a cringe.
“Do… do I need to back off?” I pant after a muffled, choking cough sends more spit sliding down my shaft in long, shiny strands.
“Mmm-mmm,” he insists with a shake of his head, hollowing out his cheeks as his free hand grips my thigh to jerk me forward.
I groan his name as I cradle the back of his head, thrusting into his mouth as he strokes himself beneath me.
My hips speed up as his tongue curves to drag along the underside of my cock.
We're moving too fast for him to catch more than a fleeting moment of suction, and his lips pop off with a smack before he tries again.
My body tenses as my grip on his head tightens. “I’m not going to last,” I manage to gasp as my rhythm falters.
The hand on my thigh shifts up to the crease of my ass. He circles my hole, the foreign sensation causing a jolt through my entire body. Another helpless groan leaves me, and he gags again as my hips snap forward.
Something I never imagined wanting is now the sole focus of my attention—something I suddenly can’t live without. The light pressure has me so hard it’s becoming painful. He removes his hand, and my momentary disappointment vanishes as he coats a finger in spit and returns it to my rim.
His eyes meet mine in question, and I nod frantically, never looking away from the slick slide of my cock between his stretched, glistening lips.
“Please,” I gasp, voice breaking.
His lips curve into a grin as he pushes against my hole again, circling with his slick fingertip.
I clench involuntarily and the flex pushes me deeper into his mouth.
The noises that leave me are out of my control, nonsensical moans and grunts peppered with the chant of his name over and over.
Tension licks at my limbs, the demand for release tingling and vibrating through my body.
My skin is too tight, suffocating me with the need to break free of it all.
“You’re going to make me come. Fuck, I’m close.”
My balls draw up even tighter and the pounding deep in my core spreads, making me question how much longer I can last. After another slick path around my hole, his finger slips past the ring of muscle, and I reach my breaking point.
“Look at me,” I gasp as his eyes snap to mine. “Right there… don’t you dare look away.”
I hold him against me and thrust forward, burying myself deep inside him as the pressure erupts. My cock jerks against his tongue, hot spurts of cum shooting into the back of his throat as he fights to swallow. The muscles of his throat work and milk me further, and his eyes never leave mine.
His rhythm falters as streams of my release leak down his chin, and his hips snap into his fist until he comes with a muffled groan.
My back slumps against the wall as Dmitri gently sucks along my softening length. When he finally releases me, he plants a gentle kiss on the tip of my cock before climbing to his feet, peppering his lips up my torso until he reaches my mouth.
He hesitates before leaning in to kiss me, and a sheepish smile spreads across his face. “I wasn’t sure if you were ready for the taste of your own cum.”
I grab the hand he used to jerk himself off and guide it to my mouth. “In for a penny, Dmitri,” I say with a nostalgic grin, wondering if he’ll remember the last time those words were spoken between us.
His lips part in a quiet inhale as I spread his fingers, opening his fist and staring at the pool of the creamy liquid in his palm.
I lean in and drag my tongue over his skin, and I find I don’t mind it.
He never takes his eyes off me, never even blinks, as I suck his fingers into my mouth and lick them clean.
“Now, that's out of the way,” I whisper with vulnerability bleeding through, “so will you please kiss me?”
He swallows roughly as he drags a knuckle over my cheek.
“For seven years, I was missing the night that gave me our first kiss. It was a hole in my life that I couldn’t fill, no matter how hard I tried.
I can’t get it back, but I can promise you that’s something you’ll never, ever have to ask me for twice. You never have to beg.”
The giant knot in my chest unravels as I huff a quiet laugh. “Never took you to be a romantic type, Sticks.”
“Feels like you're forgetting a whole lot of romantic stuff I said to you back in college.”
I bite back a smile at the memories I've spent years trying to forget. “I might remember a thing or two.”
“Ah, I'm a man of many talents,” he teases before he drops a peck on my lips, then gives me a sweet smile. “Guess it's up to me to remind you.”