11. Daniil #2
He pulls back, and a string of saliva connects our mouths. My eyes go wide watching it stretch between us. “Do you want to stop?” he asks, breathless.
“No,” I say quickly, my voice coming out desperate. “Please keep kissing me. Don’t stop.”
Before I can process what’s happening, he’s on me again, his tongue shoving back into my mouth as though he can’t stand being separated for even a second.
He grinds against me harder this time, and the friction is so good it pulls a moan out of me that I can’t swallow down. He devours the sound, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that makes my vision blur at the edges, and a whimper breaks free from my throat when he sucks on my tongue.
My hand slides down his back and slips underneath his boxers, gripping his ass and pulling him harder against me. My other hand moves to the front, pressing my palm against the hard outline straining through the fabric.
Oh my god, I’m touching his cock. The thought hits me as my hand wraps around him through the fabric, feeling how thick he is, how hard. His boxers are already damp with precum, and I rub up and down, stroking him slowly while my mind tries to process that this is actually happening.
He thrusts into me with a groan that vibrates through our bodies, and then his lips move from my mouth to my chin, trailing toward my ear.
He bites down on my earlobe and licks a slow path down my neck before sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
He pulls away from my neck and kisses me desperately again, messy and hungry.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he breathes against my lips. “I don’t know how guys do this together. But I want to. With you.”
“Can I have you in my mouth?” The words spill out before I can think them through. “Please, Misha.”
It’s the one thing I’ve dreamt about when I haven’t been strong enough to keep him out of my head. I want him in my mouth so badly it’s pathetic.
He sucks in a sharp breath and rolls onto his back, hands going to his waistband.
He shoves his boxers down, and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach and leaving a streak of precum on his skin.
I knew he was uncut from glimpses over the years, but seeing it up close makes my mouth water.
He wraps his hand around himself and strokes once, twice, slow and deliberate. “Come on then. Put me in your mouth.”
I move so fast I probably look desperate, scrambling toward him, but he grabs my arm and stops me. “Take off your clothes too. I want to see you.”
My hands shake as I pull my shirt over my head, and he watches me while he keeps stroking himself. I shove my pants down and leave my boxers on, and his gaze drops to where my cock pushes against the cotton. He jerks himself slower now, eyes locked on the bulge straining against the fabric.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I don’t care.
Leaning down, I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock in one long stripe and his hips jerk.
His hand falls away from where he was stroking himself, and I wrap both hands around his base to steady him, bringing the tip to my mouth and sucking it past my lips.
My tongue swirls around the head, tasting the precum leaking steadily.
The taste floods my mouth, and I dig my tongue into his slit to get more. He groans deep in his chest, and his hands flex at his sides before coming up to grip my shoulders. One hand slides into my hair roughly.
I take the entire tip into my mouth and lap around it, learning the shape of him, and he groans again. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do,” he murmurs.
His words send heat straight to my cock, and I sink down on him slowly, forcing myself to relax. My eyes flick up to meet his, and he bites the inside of his cheek, watching me take him deeper with something close to awe on his face.
I gag slightly when he hits the back of my throat and pull off, trying again, learning the angle. It takes a few attempts to find a rhythm, but eventually I get it, relaxing my throat and bobbing up and down with more confidence.
“That’s it,” he breathes. “You take me so good.”
I moan around him, and the vibration makes his hand tighten in my hair. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, taking him deeper with every stroke, and he starts guiding my head with his hands. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
His hips start moving, shallow thrusts that match my rhythm, and I relax completely and let him use me. “Just like that. Let me in deeper, let me fuck your mouth.”
His thrusts go deeper and drool spills from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin and making a mess.
The smooth velvet skin is soft against my tongue, and I savor it, dragging my tongue along every ridge and vein as I pull back up.
I take my time with him, sucking his head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip before pulling down his foreskin with my lips and licking underneath.
The taste of him floods my senses, and I can’t get enough.
“That feels so good. You wreck me, Danya.”
My cock leaks precum at the sound of his voice saying my name that way, desperate and needy.
All I care about is making him feel good, learning every inch of him with my mouth. I bob down again slowly, taking him deeper inch by inch, and his hand tightens in my hair, holding on while I work him over.
Pulling back up, I focus on the head again, sucking hard and flicking my tongue against his slit, tasting more precum as it leaks out. He shudders beneath me and his thighs tense. I alternate between taking him deep and working just the tip, finding a rhythm that has him panting above me.
When I sink down again, I relax my throat completely and take him as far as I can, gagging slightly but pushing through it because the broken moan he makes is worth it.
Drool runs down my chin and coats his shaft, making everything slick and messy, and I use it to stroke what I can’t fit in my mouth. My other hand comes up to cup his balls, rolling them gently, and he jerks beneath me with a curse.
“I love watching you swallow my cock,” he murmurs.
I hum around him in response, and the vibration makes him groan again, louder this time.
I pull off slowly, letting him slide out of my mouth with a wet pop, and lick a long stripe from base to tip before taking him back in.
I want to memorize everything about this, the weight of him on my tongue, the way he pulses against my lips, the sounds he makes when I do something he especially loves.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder, bobbing faster now, and his breathing gets ragged above me.
“Tak blizko,” he groans. So close. His voice is strained and desperate. “You should pull off if you don’t want it.”
Shaking my head, I bob harder, taking him deeper, and he groans louder. His hand fists in my hair roughly, and he thrusts my head down onto his cock, forcing himself deeper into my throat.
His cock swells against my tongue, and then hot salty cum floods my mouth in thick waves.
I groan around him and keep sucking, swallowing every drop and milking him through it.
The taste overwhelms my senses, salty and perfect, and I don’t want to stop.
He’s still hard in my mouth, and I refuse to pull off.
I keep working him with my tongue until he hisses and tugs at my hair.
“Too sensitive,” he rasps.
Popping off slowly, I drag my tongue along his length one last time and wipe the corner of my mouth. When I look up at him, his eyes are wild, pupils blown wide, and he catches my shoulders and throws me onto the mattress, then rolls on top of me immediately, caging me in with his arms.
“What do you want? Tell me how to make you come.”
My hand slides down to my cock, and I stroke myself through my boxers, the friction making me gasp. “Whatever you want to do to me. I’m so close already, it won’t take long.”
He bites the inside of his cheek and crashes his mouth to mine, shoving his tongue past my lips and tasting himself there. He kisses me filthy and desperate, pinning me into the mattress with his weight, and then pulls back.
His hands go to my boxers, and he shoves them down fast, impatient, and my cock springs free and slaps against my stomach. He stares at it for a long moment, breathing hard, and then his eyes drag up to meet mine.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says suddenly.
I stare at him in confusion, my heart still racing.
“How are you so big? You aren’t exactly tall.” His eyes drag over my cock, hungry and fascinated. “That’s so hot.”
That catches me off guard, and I look down at myself. I mean, yeah, I’m thick and long, but he’s still bigger than me.
“My turn,” he says, licking his lips.
“What?”
“I need to taste you too.”
His tongue darts down my chest before I can process his words, finding my nipple and rolling it against his tongue, and I gasp. He moves to the other one, sucking it into his mouth before licking a slow path down my stomach.
His tongue traces every ridge of my abs, dipping into the lines between them, and then follows my V-line all the way down.
He spits into his hand and wraps it around my cock, and the sight alone nearly makes me come. His hand looks massive compared to mine, veins flexing as he strokes me, and the rough calluses dragging against my sensitive skin make me groan and squeeze my eyes shut.
Something soft and warm engulfs the head of my cock, and my eyes fly open. I stare down at him in disbelief, watching his lips stretch around me as he licks and sucks at the tip.
I’m hallucinating. That’s the only explanation for the sight of Mikhail with my cock in his mouth, his eyes flicking up to meet mine.
I groan, and my hands fly to his shoulders, sliding up to grip his head. I press down slightly, and he takes more of me in, clumsy and slow as he learns how to work me. He sinks down and starts sucking, experimenting with pressure and movement, and my back arches clean off the bed.