23. Mikhail #2
“I promise,” he whines, spreading his legs wider, presenting himself.
Leaning down, I pull the packet of lube from my pants pocket while his hands brace against the wall, ass pushed out and breathing hard.
“Don’t prep me too much,” he says, looking back at me over his shoulder, pupils blown wide. “I like feeling you force your way in.”
My brain short-circuits for a second. I rip the lube packet open with my teeth and squeeze it onto my fingers. “You want it to hurt so good you feel me for days?”
“Yes, fuck, please.”
I thrust one finger inside him in one go, and he moans against the wall.
My hand clamps over his mouth immediately, muffling the sound.
“Be quiet,” I hiss, biting his earlobe hard.
“Unless you want them to hear how desperate you are for my cock. How much you love getting fucked where anyone could catch us.”
He whimpers against my palm, his hole clenching tight around my finger. I add a second, then a third quickly, barely prepping him, just getting lube inside. He’s so fucking tight.
“That’s it,” I breathe against his neck. “Take it. Open up for me so I can wreck you.”
When I pull my fingers out, he makes this desperate whining sound. I squeeze more lube into my palm and stroke myself, coating my length until it’s slick and ready.
“Misha, please,” he gasps, pushing back.
Gripping his hips, I spin him around, lifting him up against the wall so he’s level with me. His legs wrap around my waist immediately, and I line my cock up with his hole, pushing inside and feeling the tight ring of muscle resist before giving way. The head pops through, and he moans loudly.
My hand slams over his mouth again, silencing him. “Shh,” I breathe against his neck, pushing deeper, inch by inch.
From the other room, Alexei’s voice drifts through. “…the shipment should arrive on Tuesday,” Yulian responds, but I can’t make out the words.
His hole squeezes me as I sink in completely, bottoming out and filling him entirely. He’s so tight from the minimal prep, and I know the burn has to be intense, but his cock is rock-hard between us and leaking steadily.
“Feel that?” I whisper in his ear. “How tight you are around me? How you’re stretched so full of my cock? Bet it hurts so good, doesn’t it?”
He nods frantically against my hand, eyes squeezed shut, his hole clenching rhythmically around me. I pull back slowly before thrusting hard, slamming him against the wall.
The whimper he makes into my palm is desperate, and I set a brutal pace, pounding into him so hard the sound of skin slapping fills the room with only a wall separating us from our brothers on the other side.
“Look at you,” I murmur, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. “You’re so fucking desperate for me. You love being filled like this, taking my cock so deep you can barely breathe.”
He moans against my hand, muffled and desperate, and his cock throbs between us.
“Do you hear something?” Yulian’s voice comes through clearer now, closer to the wall.
My cock pulses, and I push harder, driving deeper until I hit his prostate dead-on. His eyes go wide, and he whimpers against my hand.
“Probably just the building settling,” Alexei responds, sounding bored.
“Hear that?” I whisper against his ear. “They almost caught us.”
He nods frantically, and I feel his hole clench tight around me, pulsing with every thrust. He’s right on the edge, his whole body shaking and his cock leaking steadily between us.
“You’re close, I can feel it,” I thrust harder, relentless, my cock pounding into him. “Come for me, Danya. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”
His body goes rigid, and he comes, his untouched cock pulsing between us, thick ropes of cum shooting onto me.
His hole clamps down on me so tight I see stars, and I have to bite down hard on his shoulder to keep from groaning out loud.
The pain and pleasure mix, and I pound into him harder, chasing my own release.
“Wait, I definitely heard something that time,” Yulian says from the other room, footsteps moving closer.
“Fuck,” I breathe against his neck, and the thought of getting caught, of them walking in and seeing me buried inside him, pushes me over the edge.
My cock swells, and I come hard, buried deep inside him, filling him up with thick pulses of cum while he trembles in my arms. I keep thrusting through it, riding it out, cum leaking out around my cock.
“You’re hearing things,” Alexei says, but his footsteps stop near the door.
I stay pressed against him, both of us breathing hard, my cock still buried inside him.
“That was easier than I thought. Convincing them to kill our father,” I say, biting his earlobe and staying inside of him.
“I don’t think we had to do any convincing at all. They’ve been waiting for someone to say it out loud,” he says and pauses. “I’m not dressing up for that stupid event, by the way.”
I snort. “Never thought you would.”
“Good. Because I’m wearing jeans and a hoodie and if anyone has a problem with it, they can fuck off.”
We hear footsteps, and I pull out of him quickly.
We pull our pants up frantically, fingers fumbling with zippers and buttons.
He pushes his hair back and tugs his hoodie down while I’m still tucking my shirt in.
I barely have time to step away before the door opens and Alexei walks in, stopping when he sees us. His brows pull together, confused.
He stares at me, then at Daniil. “Why would you close the door?”
Shit.
Daniil huffs a small laugh. Right now would be a really good time for him to magically be able to talk and say something, but he can’t, and it’s on me to come up with a lie.
“We were discussing whether you’re capable of smiling or if your face is just permanently stuck like that,” I deadpan.
Alexei’s expression doesn’t change, not even a twitch. He just stares at me with those dead brown eyes for a long moment. “Really.”
“I guess that answers our question,” I say, jumping back when he launches himself at me and tries to grab my shirt. I grin and raise my eyebrow at him. “Can’t even take a joke.”
“I was coming here to tell you—” he cuts himself off, jaw clenching, his hands ball into fists at his sides. “You know what? You’re not worth the words.” He turns on his heel and walks out.
“Close one,” Daniil says behind me.
“Yeah, but my winning personality kept him occupied. I don’t think he noticed.”
He cracks up and wraps his arms around me. I just hope the event goes the way we need it to. We have to put together a plan that actually works, something solid that gets rid of our father for good.