Chapter 27
27
Ivan
S eeing Adrian kneeling in the blood of our enemies with his broad chest flat to the crimson-stained floor and the most intimate part of himself revealed to me was fucking breath-taking . His cock hung heavy between his thighs, dripping precum onto the floor as I circled his rim with my bloody fingers.
Without warning, I shoved two fingers inside of him, groaning as he squeezed around me, damn near cutting off the circulation to my fingers. Growling, I pressed my hand to his lower back and pushed down until his back bowed, forcing his ass up into the air more. “That’s it,” I murmured as I began scissoring my fingers apart. He whined and widened his knees, relaxing his body for me.
“Good boy,” I praised. Adrian might have loved to be fucked hard and roughly. He might have even wanted it to hurt. But my man could not deny how much he loved it when I praised him for the simplest of things. I never really pegged him for the praise kink type, but he was a slut for it, as proven by the little whimper that escaped his throat at the two simple words.
Pulling my fingers out, I unfastened my slacks and then dropped to my knees between his spread legs. With one hand gripping his hip, I grabbed the base of my cock and pressed against his hole. He grunted when I began pushing in, his hands curling into fists as I forced my invasion into his body. But once I was past that first tight ring of muscle, he moaned, his brows pinching as he forced himself to relax.
Christ , he was so perfect.
“Open up for me,” I growled, my hands gripping his ass cheeks now to pull them apart. He groaned, bearing down for me and allowing me to slip further into his body. “ That’s it,” I murmured, moaning as I slid deeper inside of him. “Your body knows what to do, kotik . You were made for me.”
I pushed in further and further, working my cock inside him in slow increments until my balls were flush against his ass. And that was it. I didn’t hold back a second longer. I pulled out, then slammed back in. He jerked forward on the slippery floor with a small, alarmed cry, and then, he was moaning like a whore, pushing back to meet me stroke for stroke. Blood covered his body, and I smeared it all around, the sight of him covered in the crimson liquid driving me closer and closer to the fucking edge.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck ,” I snarled, my balls drawing up tight. Gripping his hips tightly, my own fell off rhythm, and I came so hard, my vision momentarily whited out. I growled his name, my heart slamming against my chest bone. Once my balls were blissfully empty, I pulled out, then flipped Adrian onto his back, swallowing his cock down my throat in the next second.
“ Fuck !” he shouted, his hands coming down to fist in my hair as his hips rose off the concrete floor. I moaned around him, doubling down, eager to make him come a second time. He arched his neck, whimpering my name. I knew it wouldn’t take him long—not with me deep throating him and him already being on edge from me dragging my cock across his prostate over and over when I’d been inside of him.
“Can I come?” he begged, his breaths panting out of him. “Ivan, sir, please?—”
I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “Come,” and then swallowed him down to the root. He shot up into a half-sitting position as he shouted something unintelligible and flooded my throat with his cum. I sucked at him greedily until I’d drained every drop he had to give me. And then, I moved over him, shoving my arms beneath his muscular body to hold him close to my chest just as he began trembling.
“Easy,” I rasped, pressing my lips to his bloody temple and holding them there. “I’ve got you, kotik . Just breathe. Focus on breathing.”
His teeth began to chatter, so I held him tighter. He was coming down from an adrenaline spike and coming out of his subspace all at once. The crash was going to hit him hard. It would be a fucking task just to get him out of the basement and upstairs to his room so he could shower and go to bed.
I kept holding him, whispering soft words of comfort into his ear until his trembling eased and the chattering of his teeth stopped. Only then did I sit up, pulling him with me. His lids were drooping, and he looked ready to pass out. Fuck. Doing this in the basement probably wasn’t a good idea, but I just couldn’t goddamn resist him when he dropped to his knees like that for me, especially when I knew he would never do the same for anyone else.
“Come on, kotik ,” I murmured, pushing his bloody hair out of his face. “We need to get upstairs so you can get showered and in bed.” He pouted—actually fucking pouted —and goddamn if it wasn’t the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “I know. I’m tired, too. But you can’t sleep here, and you can’t leave all this blood all over you.”
Standing, I helped him to his feet, then half-supported his weight as we made our way to the stairs. When we emerged from the basement, Igor and Mark were just coming down the hall, and they both grimaced at the sight of us. Couldn’t blame them. We were both covered in blood, my cock was still hanging out of my slacks, and Adrian was completely naked.
“Not a word,” I growled as I headed up the hall. Thankfully, both of them kept their mouths shut. “Call for clean-up.”
I turned at the end of the hall, heading toward the staircase. Ascending the stairs was a task and a half. Adrian was damn near uncooperative the entire time, making me support most of his weight. He was so out of it, he didn’t even seem to notice when I pushed open the door to his room and led him inside.
Once we were in the bathroom, I set him on the wooden bench seat in his shower, then turned the water on. Keeping one eye on him in case he slumped over and began to fall, I quickly began to strip out of my clothes, leaving them in a bloody pile on the floor. Then, I stepped into the shower and worked on rinsing the blood from Adrian’s skin as he softly snored, his head resting against the wall. Bathing him was a little bit harder of a task, but I managed it without his help, considering the man wasn’t waking up in the slightest. He’d crashed hard —harder than I’d ever seen someone crash before.
I made quick work of showering myself, then turned the water off and snatched a towel off the rack above the toilet. After drying off, I set to work on drying Adrian. And then, I pulled him off the bench seat. He moaned in protest, his head dropping to rest against my shoulder. I sighed. “Come on, kotik . Stay awake long enough for me to get you to bed, okay?”
“ Mmmm ,” he mumbled, but he managed to put one foot in front of the other, dragging his feet all the way to his bed. He fell onto it unceremoniously, leaving me to turn his massive body and situate his limbs until he was beneath the blankets and lying properly. Sighing, I went back to clean up the bathroom and shove my clothes into a trash bag. After scrubbing the bathroom clean, damn near choking myself with the scent of bleach, I turned all the lights off and slid into bed next to Adrian.
As if he sensed me near, he rolled over and burrowed his face in my chest, slinging one heavy thigh over my legs and draping his muscular arm over my abdomen. I dropped a kiss to the top of his head and wrapped an arm around him, folding the other one beneath my head.
“Goodnight, kotik ,” I murmured, letting my eyes slide shut.
My stomach rumbled to remind me I still hadn’t eaten, but I ignored it. Sleep was a hell of a lot more important.
And protecting Adrian when he was this vulnerable was my top priority.