Chapter 22 #2
I pull back just long enough to see dark red against the ink on his neck, and then he’s grabbing my face and kissing me again, groaning into my mouth when I grind down harder, rubbing against each other through too much fabric.
“Let me taste you,” I whisper, breathless.
His eyes are black when he pulls back, pupils blown, chest rising fast. He drags his thumb over my mouth slow and then presses it in. I suck on it, moaning around it, watching his face while he watches mine.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “You’re making me so fucking hard, zaychik.”
Nodding, I give his thumb a final deep swirl with my mouth, then I bring my lips to his neck and start kissing down to his chest as I slide off his lap to the floor, knees hitting the rug.
He lifts his hips when I reach for his waistband, and I yank his pants and boxers down fast, my breath catching when his cock drops free and leaking already.
I tug my own sweats down with one hand, stroke myself once just to take the edge off.
“C’mon,” he says, breath ragged. “Let me fuck that mouth.”
I lean in and lick the head, tongue slow and heavy, then close my lips around him and feel the sharp jolt of his hips. Salty taste of pre-cum floods my mouth, making me desperate for more.
His hand grips my shoulder as I take more of him in, slow at first, letting my jaw adjust while I stroke myself with my other hand, chasing friction.
He groans when I slide deeper, and when he lifts his hips again, I feel the head hit the back of my throat.
I breathe through my nose and keep going, eyes fluttering half-shut.
His hand tightens on my shoulders as he starts to move, shallow thrusts that get sharper every time.
“Fuck,” he grits out, voice shaking. “Da. That’s it. Take it. Look at you.”
I moan around him, louder this time, spit already running down my chin. He’s fucking into my throat, making it hard to breathe right, but I don’t want to stop. My throat’s raw already and my eyes wet. I just want him to lose it.
His phone starts ringing. He sighs like he’s about to murder someone. “Blyat.”
Seriously?
I pop off his cock and glare up at him. “Don’t you dare answer that.”
He looks down at me, breathless, cock thick and slick against his stomach. “I’m going to answer it, and you’re going to keep me in your mouth while I do. And I want you to come all over yourself while I fuck your throat.”
My stomach flips. That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
His hand slips from my hair just long enough to yank the phone out of his pocket. He checks the screen, then lifts a finger to his lips.
“This better be important, Calder. Do you have the intel I asked for?”
His accent is thicker than usual. He never talks like this on the phone around me. I don’t know if he’s doing it because he trusts me now or if he’s just stopped caring.
His hand slides into my hair, and I take him into my mouth again, hot and heavy on my tongue. I swallow the pre-cum and gag a little when he pushes deeper. He doesn’t let me stop.
“Good. Send everything to Mikhail.”
I moan around him and reach down, stroke myself with my free hand, my hips already moving. His fingers tighten in my hair. He starts moving his hips. Not fast, but deep. I hear the hitch in his breath even if he’s trying to play it cool.
“I’m busy. We are going to take care of it soon.”
He shoves deeper into my mouth again.
“Nyet. I want to handle everything myself. Just have Mikhail prep everything.”
His voice wavers just enough that I know he’s close.
“It’s personal.”
I jerk myself harder, breath choking. I’m right on the edge, and he’s still holding my head down, thrusting his cock into my throat. My whole body tightens, and I come hard into my hand, gasping, my chest heaving as I try to keep going.
He groans from somewhere deep in his chest, and I feel his cock jerk once, twice, and then I’m swallowing heat. Salty, thick, all of it down my throat while I’m still trying to catch my breath.
He exhales slowly, presses the phone to his chin with eyes shut.
“We need to get his partner first. Then we handle the main target. I’ll text you later.”
He hangs up without waiting for a reply, then his hands come down and grab me by the arms, pulling me straight into his lap. He wraps both arms around me like he’s trying to fold me into his body.
“New rule. When you take a call like that, you have to speak Russian,” I mutter with a frown. “Because I don’t need to hear things like that. At least you sound hot when you speak Russian, and I don’t understand anything besides blyat.”
“Fine. But Calder does not speak Russian.”
Who is this Calder person? Actually, I don’t even want to know.
“Fine,” I shoot back, then stand and stretch. The room tilts slightly. I hear him move before I even lose my balance, his arms catching me like he knew it was coming.
“You okay? We should get you back to bed.”
My head’s throbbing, and maybe this wasn’t the best idea. I need to rest more and I know it.
“Can you help me to bed?”
He doesn’t even give me time to think before he lifts me straight into his arms. I blink, wrap my hands around his neck, and look up at him.
“Can you always carry me around the house like this?” I mumble into his shoulder while he walks us to the bedroom.
“If you suck my dick every day, sure.”
I laugh against his neck. “Of course that’s your condition.”
He hums and walks us into the bedroom, careful not to bump the doorway. Then sets me down on my side of the bed so gently it makes my chest ache. He crawls over me a second later and lands with a thump, then wraps himself around me.
I’m in love with him. Not thinking about it, not questioning it anymore. Just am.
How does this work when he can’t be seen with me? When his father’s rules mean we have to hide? When loving me could get him killed?
We can’t do normal couple things. Can’t introduce each other to friends or go out without looking over our shoulders. And there’s always the chance he won’t come home one day. That whatever job he’s on, whatever person he’s dealing with, will be the one that takes him from me.
But I’m done pretending I want out. Done acting like the guns bother me or the secrecy is too much. I knew what he was when I saved his life. I know what he is now. And I want him anyway. All of him. Even the parts that should scare me off. Especially those parts.