Page 10 of Heir to Desire

Chapter 7

Damien

I woke up with Nikolai’s hand on my cheek. He was rubbing the stubble on my face with the back of his knuckles, which were so soft and boyish still. When had he come in? How had I not heard the door? Again, shame on me. What if it had been one of Vladimir’s men? I’d be as good as dead by now.

“Nikolai,” I began, but the boy removed his hand from my skin and placed his index finger on my lips, preventing me from speaking. He then leaned down and kissed my left cheek, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body. Already, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He kissed my forehead next, then the side of my neck, and then finally my lips, so gently teasing them that, all at once, I felt just the hint of his mouth and his entire, glorious being.

He pulled away from me, just for a moment, and peered into my soul with those Syberian blue eyes, those two portals into the mind of the loveliest being I’d ever met. He leaned back down and kissed me, forcefully this time, sucking my tongue with the might of a tornado, so intensely I felt he might rip it out of my mouth.

How could a young man be so strong?

How could he be so bold?

Then again, he was an Obolensky, of course.

He had the most powerful Russian blood flowing through his body—that perfect body which I could now see was completely naked aside from a pair of white Calvin Kleins. He pulled away once more and ran his fingers through his hair. I grasped the sides of his young flesh with my hands, feeling the side of his ribs with my fingers as my thumbs explored rock hard abs—the type that God only gives to 18-year-olds who probably haven’t had to work out a day in their lives.

He.

Was.

Divine.

Each time he ran his fingers along my scalp, a wave of pleasure surged through me. I saw his light pink nipples and could no longer control myself.

Fuck the mafia.

Fuck being professional.

I breathed in heavily as I sat myself up and latched onto the boy’s right nipple, sucking it and licking around it in circles. I then did the same with his left. I could hear him begin to breathe heavily as my hand clasped onto his back, crawling their way down his spine and then, finally—oh God—feeling the very top of his ass crack. Just touching it drove me insane—I was losing control of myself. I was being… Unprofessional.

I began to take off his underwear. I could feel my own dick rock hard against the heir’s left calf—he was essentially kneeling on top of me. Like the good boy he was, that blond God lifted his body up to help me remove the Calvin Kleins. He finished the job by unhooking them from each of his ankles, throwing them down on the floor beside us and revealing his sizable dick, pink and perfect and fit for the prince that he was.

He reached back down and began to kiss me again, wrapping the fingers of his left hand around my cock and beginning to stroke it. I. Could. Not. Take it.

Feeling his warm hand milking my cock up and down and his tongue traversing my mouth, and then mine traversing his, was the closest sensation I’d ever had to heaven on earth. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his little chest onto mine, hugging him into my body so tightly it was as if I were trying to make us one single being.

He was then straddling me, his chest still pressing into mine, as if he was in child’s pose—that thing I’d seen people doing in yoga in all those fashion magazines I used to read. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do—I grabbed onto each of the boy’s ass cheeks with my hands, tightening my grip on them, feeling his beautiful boyish flesh and muscle. It felt like feeling every drop of love I’d ever felt all at once, not that it had been a lot, but I was completely overwhelmed. I continued to squeeze his soft, perfect ass, like a grapefruit in each palm, as the boy kissed my neck and then licked his heavenly tongue from my shoulder to my ear, then wriggling it around in there so I could hear his sloshing saliva, his timid little breaths.

I repositioned my hands so that I could feel—oh God—the ring of skin circling his asshole, rubbing two fingers from each hand around its circumference, an undeniable feeling of love and excitement pushing up so hard against my chest I felt that I might burst at any moment, especially if he continued to rub my cock as he was. I pushed gently against the side of his hole, forcing it into itself, driving me absolutely fucking insane with desire.

Nikolai sat up then. Perhaps I’d gone too far? But no, he was smiling at me. He had dimples on his face. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed those adorable little dents earlier. No, wait a second, I had never seen the boy smile until now. That was why.

Before I knew it, he was making his way down my torso, sucking each of my nipples and driving me into an absolute frenzy before he kissed a little trail down between my abs and then finally inserted my entire dick into his mouth, swallowing it whole. How could such a young man take a fat and long cock like mine all the way like that? As I felt the top of his mouth and then the back of his throat rub against my dick’s head, I thought I might just cum right then and there, probably so forcefully the boy would be jerked back with its spray. But he was so gentle, somehow I was able to contain myself—literally.

The boy sucked dick like a pro. Admittedly, my only experiences with sex before this were with sex workers—it was the only way to keep things discreet. And, for better or for worse, I respected that this was their profession.

Fucking professional fuckers made me feel like I was still being professional, myself, simply getting something (cum) out of my system so that I could get back to being a gangster.

I reached down to grasp onto his scalp, interweaving my fingers into his silky smooth blond hair, feeling his head bob up and down on my cock, his mouth so warm I felt like I was dipping my dick into the most satisfying hot bath water I’d ever felt.

Before I knew it, Nikolai had reoriented his body so that his ass was just above my face. He continued sucking my dick like the masterful cockmilker he was, taking my meat all the way down his boyish throat, gagging only slightly, moaning with what must have been pleasure the rest of the time. I pulled his soft hole, pink like cotton candy, down toward my face and began to tongue him, at first circling the perfect folds of skin around his asshole just as I had done earlier with my fingers.

It was even more satisfying to do so with my fat tongue.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, and yet it still didn’t feel like enough. Eventually, Nikolai reversed himself once more and lowered his body onto my dick, which was already pulsing with pleasure as his wet inner walls squeezed around it, hugging my cock so tightly that I was shocked he could take it whole as he did, moaning loudly as he slid me into his ass. I covered his mouth with my hand so as to muffle his moans, worried that Svetlana or Igor or any of the others might hear us, might discover that I could no longer resist my urges for Nikolai, that I was surrendering fully to my primal needs.

Nikolai began to ride my cock faster, placing his hands on the bed on either side of me so he could balance himself as he repeatedly threw his ass back, bouncing up and down like he’d gone mad, looking me in the eyes as if something had possessed him, as if he were addicted to dick and would never, ever get enough, no matter what he did.

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