Chapter 20 #2
“You know what to do,” he says, pointing to the Fleshlight.
It’s bobbing slightly, and I don’t hesitate.
I position myself in front of it and guide my cock inside.
It’s a tight fit, my hard length throbbing as the toy envelopes me.
My hands land against the counter as Georgiy steps behind me.
His finger trails up my spine, and I arch into his touch.
“Bend forward.”
I can’t resist the command. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. Just do as he says. My cock is fully inside the Fleshlight, my ass out, and then I feel it—the press of something against my hole.
“Breathe out, umnyashka.”
As I do, I feel the press of a catheter syringe move inside me. Lube. He’s readying me for him. For his cock. Oh, please let it be his cock.
I look over my shoulder and watch him, my dick aching in the toy as the syringe leaves me empty and dripping.
“No. Face forward. Eyes closed. You come when I say you do.”
And then I hear lube being trickled onto something. My breathing grows erratic as I feel something move against my crack. Not his cock, but something bigger, thicker.
I arch my hips back, my sheathed cock dragging through the fleshlight as I seek more.
But he doesn’t give it to me. He continues to torture me with it before slowly slipping it inside me.
Just the tip, but my hole swallows it greedily.
My hips arch forward as he pushes more of it into me, the fleshlight consuming my cock as I do.
My eyes screw shut and I breathe through it, the way my body stretches around the cock pushing inside me.
And then it stops, the base snug against my cheeks.
“Mm. Good.”
My eyes blink open, and I glance back at Georgiy. His hands are flexing at his side, his pupils engulfing the brown of his irises.
“Are you gonna leave me like this?”
He wets his lips again, and his eyes meet mine.
“I should. I should make you fuck this until we land.”
“Why?” I groan as I shift my hips forward again and feel it tighten around my length. “Why not fuck me? I want it.”
“I do too.”
“Come on then. Do it.”
“But I want you in a bed. I want you to ride me.”
Oh. I want that too. I really want it. I want to show him all my skills. I want to tie him up and brand him. I want to take a bite of his flesh and consume it.
“What are you thinking about?”
“About eating you.”
His hand moves to his cock, and he strokes it lightly, just enough to feel something, but then his hand leaves and he shoves me forward, my dick fully sheathed in the cock sleeve.
“Harder. Don’t be shy.”
“I’m never shy.”
“No, you’re not. You’d let me walk you out there and you’d fuck yourself with an audience, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
He shoves me forward again, and I groan as his hands land on my hips, moving me in and out of the cock sleeve over and over until sensation buds at the base of my spine, and my balls draw up. If he keeps doing this, I’m going to come.
But he doesn’t let me. Not yet. He simply steadies me, keeping me from moving, while he whispers Russian in my ear. I don’t understand most of it. But I do catch some. Fuck. Come. Cock. Mine.
He’s such a pervert.
My pervert.
“What are you saying? Tell me.”
“It’s my little secret.” He reaches between my legs and grabs my balls, tugging them roughly, making me cry out.
“Quiet,” he murmurs as he does it again. A slight whimper leaves my lips.
The plane jostles again, but we go undisturbed. No one comes to check on us.
It’s just Georgiy and me.
He shoves me back onto the Fleshlight, holding me inside the sleeve while he begins working on my ass. He fucks me with the dildo, over and over, my hole contracting with each forward thrust.
He groans, and then I feel it, the emptiness, only to be replaced with flesh.
His dick.
Oh yes, he’s fucking me.
He grabs onto my hips and thrusts himself all the way inside me, using me. I let him. My body is shifted back and forth, my cock fucking the sleeve while he fucks my hole.
My fingers dig into the cabinets, trying to hold my body upright as his hips slam against me. I feel all of it, too. The hold the sleeve has on my dick, the way he fills me so perfectly. My eyes shut, and my chin hits my chest as I just take it.
As I just experience it.
And when my cock explodes, filling the sleeve to the brim, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t remove me from it. Just continues to fuck me until my dick is oversensitive, my hole squelching around his length.
I feel when he comes—the uneven way he thrusts, the jerk of his dick inside me—and the groan he emits makes my dick give a valiant little kick as it tries to come once more just from the sound.
Georgiy’s fingers flex against my hips, and he lets out a long exhale.
“Don’t move.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I just lay my cheek on the counter and breathe deeply.
When he returns, I feel something cool hit my sensitive hole and realize he’s plugging me. Keeping part of him inside me. For as long as I can keep him there, I will.
He stares at it for a long minute before pulling me into him and using a towel to wipe me up.
“Go sit down. Rest. We have thirty minutes before we land.”
I stare up at him, and his eyes dip to my lips.
“My Bane,” he whispers.
That makes my heart flutter, and I make my way back to my seat. It’s only when I’m seated, the plug pushed against my prostate deliciously, that I realize I’m naked. Not that I care. Jax and Kit are bent toward one another, talking lowly, and Casey is still asleep.
Which means I can sit here and get hard, waiting for Georgiy to make an appearance.
He does several minutes later, the Fleshlight and lube in one hand, my clothes in the other.
He puts the items away and then helps me dress, kneeling between my legs and making my cock stand at attention. It wants his mouth on me.
“Not now,” he says, a promise in his eyes.
He does lean forward and press a kiss to the tip, making me moan so loudly, I swear the pilots hear it.
But the plane keeps on toward the destination, toward something I don’t fully understand. And despite the distractions Georgiy has given me and my ass, something still nags at me. A tingling in my fingers, a twitch in my eye. I glance out the window and see the bay and the city below us.
There’s something there that I can’t quite grasp. Something that feels incredibly wrong. I don’t know what it is, but the longer I look, the worse it gets.
And when we land, I feel like I should remember, should know what it is that nags me, but I can’t quite figure it out. It’s elusive, hiding. Just like I did when I was buried alive, left to carve out space to survive.
And I begin to worry that when I finally realize what it is, it will be too late. And that if someone gets hurt, it would be all my fault.
When we finally depart the plane, the sky overcast and foggy, Georgiy presses his hand to my lower back and leads me to the waiting car.
“What’s wrong? You look worried,” he says, taking in my suddenly somber mood.
He’s right—the closer we get, the worse the doom becomes.
It’s so bad that my mind is fuzzy, my eyes slightly unfocused. But I just try to push it away. Everything over the past few days has been a lot, and I think it’s getting to me.
“Just feeling weird,” I say, looking around.
“You’re ill?”
“No, just…a weird feeling in my stomach.”
He rubs my abdomen, and I lean into him, his touch soothing something inside me.
Casey slides into the driver’s seat, the eye mask he was wearing on the flight pushed up over his forehead and sitting messily in his hair.
“Fuck, I love it up here,” he murmurs as Kit moves into the passenger seat, buckling in. Casey places his arm across the passenger seat, squeezing Kit’s shoulder slightly. It lingers as well, making Jax glower, his fists curled on his thighs, his eyebrows lowered.
He’s upset, and I can’t have that.
“Don’t worry, Jax. Kit wants to fuck you. Or be fucked by you. I dunno,” I whisper, a little too loudly, but maybe that’s the whole point. Maybe I want them to hear it and to think about it. So I can take a little peek and watch.
I would really want to watch.
The thought of their first time together brings me out of my fog for a moment, and I shiver as Georgiy leans over and whispers something into my ear. Something in Russian, something that makes my imagination soar and that sick feeling in my stomach dissipate entirely.
I bet it was something filthy. Something he’s going to do to me tonight.
“Where to first? Lex sent us the information about the house, but maybe we should stop by the hotel beforehand?” Casey asks, interrupting the moment. I mean, really, he could have waited to ask. Read the room, Mister.
Georgiy nods, his hand sliding up my thigh as Casey drives us to our accommodations. It’s colder up here, and everything moves a little slower than I’m used to. It might be the city, but things are different. It just is.
As we travel, I glance over and see the bridge spanning the bay, and something inside me shifts, that sick feeling back again.
Maybe I ate something that is making me nauseous. Maybe fucking on the plane gave me motion sickness.
Georgiy seems to sense how I’m feeling, and his hand moves to my stomach, rubbing it gently.
“I’ll make sure you’re feeling better in the room,” he tells me.
“Are you going to be my doctor? Give me a treatment plan?”
“Of course, umnyashka.”
When we arrive at the hotel, Casey pulls the car up at the drop-off and raps his hand on Kit’s shoulder.
“Grab the bags. I’ll meet you upstairs. You and I are sharing a room.” Jax huffs in annoyance, and Casey grins. “Ah, you wanna trade with me? I can do that for a price.”
Jax murmurs something under his breath and steps out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.
“That was rude,” I murmur and then flick Casey’s arm. “You better be nice. They’re both confused. And you fucking with them isn’t helping.”
“Just ushering them along. Sometimes you have to make a big dick move to get what you want.”