Chapter Seven #2
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Viktor says, his hands stopping at my shoulders.
“Tell me to stop and we’ll just get into bed and snuggle.
Tell me to stop and you can leave right out that door.
” I finally open my eyes, staring down at Viktor.
“But if you don’t tell me to stop then I’m going to get both of us naked and then I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name. ”
I whimper. I fucking whimper at his words.
“Yeah, okay,” I say, unable to say anything else.
Viktor gets to work on getting me out of my pants, his mouth hot and wet against the underside of my jaw. My cock hurts with how hard it is. Once I’m down to just my boxers, Viktor leans back, admiring the mark he’s just left against my skin.
“Fuck, Duncan. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I shake my head, my eyes wide because what does he mean? Doesn’t he see that I’m the one submitting to him? Doesn’t he see that he’s the one turning me on, not the other way around?
Viktor takes my wrist and brings my hand to his pants. He wraps my hand around his cock and oh my gods, it’s so hard, just like mine.
“This is what you do to me.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I blurt out, my cheeks hot.
“The noises you make when I kiss you here,” he says, running his thumb over my jaw. “The way you push your hips into me, desperate for friction. The way you kiss me. The way you let me take the lead. Gods, Duncan. You really have no idea, do you?”
“I’m uhh, I…” my voice trails off, my cheeks flaming so hot I’m worried my mask could catch fire. “I’m getting an idea.”
“Good,” Viktor breathes out, cupping my face. “I want you so desperately.”
“I want you too,” I get out before Viktor is kissing me again. This time, I do my best to start undressing Viktor. His hands join me and quickly, we’re both down to our boxers.
Viktor pulls me away from the door, moving us over to the bed. When my legs hit the bed, he pushes me down, grinning down at me.
“Gods, you look so good all sprawled out like that. I want to kiss every inch of you.”
“Then do it,” I say, reaching a hand out for him.
He smirks and fuck, he’s so sexy. His body is lean and strong, I want to run my hands over every inch of his pale skin and leave marks against it with my teeth.
For the first time tonight, I desperately want him to pull his mask off.
I want to actually see his face. I want to know what Viktor looks like.
“Not tonight,” he says, slipping his boxers down and off. “I don’t think either of us can handle taking things slow. Next time we’ll take our time.”
“Next time?”
“Yes. Next time.”
“Okay,” I say softly, my stomach flipping somersaults inside me. I like the sound of that. I want it so desperately it aches.
Viktor grabs my boxers and slides them down my legs, tosses them on the ground somewhere for me to find later.
I don’t care because now we’re both naked.
I can feel his eyes on me and my cock gives a little twitch under the attention.
I’d be embarrassed if I didn’t know Viktor was just as turned on as I am.
“Good lord, Duncan,” Viktor says before leaning down on his elbows so we’re face to face, our pelvises connecting. I suck in a harsh breath at the feeling. He’s so hard and hot against me. His lavender scent is somehow even sweeter than before, bright and floral in my nose.
“Viktor,” I say with a broken moan, my head tosses back against the pillows. “Fuck, that feels incredible. You are incredible.”
“You sweet talker,” he murmurs, running his mouth against my jaw.
“Please. Can I see you?”
“Not yet,” he says, kissing my neck. “In the morning. Right now, I want you to just enjoy this. Enjoy how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. Fuck, Viktor. Fuck!”
I feel the way he smirks against my throat. He starts to move his hips, frotting against me. The way his cock slides against my own leaves me breathless, my body surging up to meet his thrusts.
My throat is going to be full of marks and bruises tomorrow but I don’t care. If anything, it doesn’t feel like enough. I want something more permanent. I want his mark against my skin. I want his teeth to dig in until I know that I’m his.
Viktor reaches behind himself before putting a hand between us, his hand covered in slick. My brain goes completely blank, too overwhelmed to think of anything other than slick, mine, mate, Viktor.
“How’s that? Feel good?”
I whimper and nod my head. “So good, Viktor. So good. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please. I want to see you come.”
“You will,” he says, his face scrunching up in pleasure. “I’m already so close.”
“Me too. Please, Viktor. Come on me. Mark me.”
Viktor is the one to whine now, the noise only fanning the flame of pleasure in my gut. He sounds so desperate, the same way I’m feeling inside. It feels so good, knowing he’s feeling the same things I am. He’s just as turned on and into this as me.
His hand tightens around our cocks, stroking us up and down. My knot feels like it’s going to pop at any moment despite nothing hugging it. Even as a teenager I never popped my knot like this.
“Viktor!” I cry out as my body jolts with pleasure. I reach between us, snaking a hand down to wrap around the base of my dick, squeezing my knot. Pleasure hits me so hard I’m worried I might actually pass out.
“Fuck, Duncan. That’s it. You look so hot like this. Fuck.”
Viktor takes some of the cum from my belly, using it as lube for himself. He strokes himself quickly, his eyes never leaving my face. I watch as his eyes close and a moment later, his cum covers my belly, mixing in with my own.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything this hot before in my life.
As Viktor comes, something lights up my vision. It feels like somehow the sun has made its way into the room with us. What the hell?
Viktor collapses against me and I wrap my arms around his back, not caring about anything other than being close to him. The cum between us will stick us together but part of me is twisted enough to like that. If we stick together, then Viktor won’t leave me.
“I should get you washed up,” Viktor murmurs, running his lips against my jaw.
“I can help.”
“Let me take care of you,” he says, giving me a quick peck on the lips before jumping up out of bed. Viktor freezes, staring at the space beside me. “Shit.”
I blink, looking over at the pillow next to my head. I have to look away because for some reason, it’s glowing bright yellow.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, waving a hand in my direction. The pillow light goes out. “Side effects of really good sex,” he says with a wink before heading into the bathroom. He comes back with a towel, wiping the cum away before lying in bed with me again.
We hold each other as we quickly fall asleep.
I wake up in the morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. I gently pry myself away from Viktor’s arms, surprised we both fell asleep so thoroughly last night. I look over at Viktor, smiling softly as he sleeps.
My phone starts buzzing again and I carefully get out of the bed and riffle through my pockets before finally finding it. There are a dozen messages from my mother. My heart quickly speeds up, dread filling my gut.
What’s going on?
As quickly and as quietly as I can, I get myself dressed before taking my phone outside the room with me. I close the door behind me and call my mother.
“Duncan? Oh, I’m so glad I got ahold of you!”
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
“There’s been a bit of an accident. Your father tripped down the stairs and he’s in surgery right now. They think everything will be fine but they’re putting some pins into his hip and leg.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mother sound like this before. “Can you come? Please? I’m so scared, dear.”
“I’ll be right there,” I promise her before hanging up.
I turn back to the hotel room and realize the door is locked because of course it is! Fuck. Viktor looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. I don’t want to wake him up but I also don’t want him to think I just ditched him!
I take my mask off and hang it against the door knob.
Then I riffle through my pockets again until I find a pen and my wallet.
I pull out my business card and write a little note on the back, telling Viktor I had a family emergency but that I want to see him again.
I hope that’ll be enough explanation for him to forgive me.
I slide it under the door and hurry outside to my car, my heart in my throat. Whatever happens now, the ball is in Viktor’s court.