Page 77 of Ruinous Need
The problem is, he’s on high alert. We heard some guards about an hour ago, talking. They seemed close by and spoke in Russian.
It’s been hours and we can still hear footsteps stomping by every so often. I’m not even allowed to get up and stretch my legs, though I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t see me through the blizzard.
I trace my fingers over Viktor’s skin as entertainment, trying to visualize the intricate lines of his tattoos. The ravens over hisshoulder are my favorite. There are so many. One day I’ll ask him to explain them to me. If we survive this.
His breathing quickens with pleasure as I reach his torso. I trace my hand as low as I can without undoing his belt-buckle. I feel him stiffen at my touch, his hard-on pushing into my back.
He leans forward, his stubble brushing the tip of my ear. “Not the right time.” He kisses my neck, which only turns me on more, and pulls my hands away.
Unfair.
I pout at him and slide myself down into his lap. He’s still hard as a rock.
I try my best to sleep. I settle against his thigh and try not to think about his hard-on. Or how it feels to take him deep inside me. Or the way he grips my ass so hard that it leaves bruises when he finishes.
Viktor clamps a hand over my wrist to stop me when I slide a hand under the waistband of my own pants. He shakes his head.
“I’m supposed to believe that my little screamer can be quiet?”
His whisper rasps over my forehead so quietly that I can only just make it out.
“Not a chance. Open up.”
He drops his hand to my jaw, and I part my lips so he can shove two fingers in my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around them, and he breathes harder, shifting behind me to unbuckle his pants.
This is still unfair. I may be loud, but Viktor normally bites my shoulder with a loud groan whenhefinishes.
I make it my mission to draw at least a moan out of him.
He pushes his cock between my lips, and the worries and fears about being found fade right out of my head.
Viktor feels right. His cock is solid and heavy and reassuring. I lick his length up and down, wetting him with my saliva and tracing the underside of his cock with my tongue.
I keep my eyes trained on his face, although it’s barely visible in the patchy light of the woodshed. All I can make out is the gleam of his eyes and his mouth parting as I bob my head and take him deeper.
With no words or sounds between us, we communicate with our bodies.
I devour his cockhead until the salty taste of his precum blooms on my tongue. His cock is hard and wet with my saliva.
He fists his hand in my hair and drags me further onto his cock. I almost splutter, but I control myself, concentrating on breathing through my nose.
He swipes his hand gently over my cheek, and I know he’s praising me.
As he hits the back of my throat, I constrict around him, and he pulls out to let me breathe. His hand is soft on my cheek again, even as he tugs me back onto his cock with my hair.
“Good thing we’ve been training that tight throat,” he whispers. “Otherwise you’d be gagging loud enough to get us killed.”
He lodges his cock deep in my mouth, making me take every inch, until his hands stiffen on my head.
The moan is barely detectable, but I hear it. I feel it, in the tensing of his muscles and the low movement of air over the top of my head.
His breath hitches, his dark eyes grow darker, and he lets out a sound so faint it could almost be a sigh. Then he spills deep in my throat, and I swallow it down. He kisses the watery tears away from my eyes, pulling me against his chest and holding me tight.
I did it. I made him break his own rule.
The problem is, tasting Viktor’s cum and having his thick shaft in my throat has done nothing for the need between my thighs.
