Nix stopped, his cheeks still hollowed, and somehow Ivan could feel his pout.
“I want to come on your face.” Ivan was beyond the point of caring how much he may have been admitting. The depths of his obsession he might be revealing.
Nix pulled off slowly—so fucking slowly—and his puffy, abused lips curled into a grin. “Of course you do,” he purred, his voice throaty and hoarse. “You want my hands, baby?”
Jesus. “No.” Ivan shut his eyes. Cleared his throat. Opened them again. “Just…sit still.”
Nix sat back on his knees obediently, although his hands slid from Ivan’s hips back onto his thighs, petting lightly over Ivan’s slacks.
Ivan stroked himself furiously, his balls already high and tightfrom the aching pleasure of Nix’s mouth. Nix watched him. Or, more accurately, Nix watched Ivan’s dick, gazing at it longingly, like he already wanted it back in his mouth.
“Look atme,” Ivan ordered, wishing he had his hands in Nix’s hair again, to control his movements the way he wanted.
But apparently he didn’t need it. Purple eyes met his in an instant, and Nix’s lips curled up again. “That’s it, Vanya, baby,” he crooned. “Give it me, hm? Cover me with it. I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? I deserve a taste.”
“Fuck.” Ivan groaned through his release, his thighs trembling and his vision going dark at the edges as he fought to keep his eyes open, to watch his hot cum spurting onto Nix’s face, covering his cheeks, his lashes, his wicked fucking mouth.
Ivan’s demon. Claimed by him. Marked as his property.
Fuck.
What waswrongwith him?
Nix licked at his lips immediately, his eyes still on Ivan’s. He hummed, like he was savoring the flavor. His sweet, smoky scent was everywhere, fogging Ivan’s brain.
Ivan slumped back into his chair, panting hard. “Fuck.Fuck.”
He sat there, limp and boneless, as Nix scooped every bit of Ivan’s cum off his face, sucking his fingers clean lazily, watching Ivan all the while. When he was done, he laid his cheek on Ivan’s knee, peering up at him. “Are you going to freak out on me now?” he asked softly, nonjudgmental, as if either answer would be acceptable.
Ivan rubbed a hand down his face. “Why would I?” he asked, grateful his voice had returned to some sort of normalcy. “You were hungry. I was…”
“Horny?” Nix supplied.
Ivan narrowed his eyes. “In need of release.”
“And do you feel better now?”
Ivan did. And he didn’t. It had been the fiercest orgasm of hislife, and it still hadn’t been enough. Ivan could already tell what he’d see when he closed his eyes tonight. Nix. Always Nix.
Was Ivan going to have to fuck this demon to get him out of his system?
Nix’s face softened into a look of deep understanding. “Poor baby,” he crooned sympathetically.
He rose slowly from the floor before sliding his knees onto Ivan’s chair, allowing ample time for Ivan to push him away.
Ivan didn’t. He let Nix back onto his lap. He let Nix kiss him, let him bite into Ivan’s lower lip. Ivan deepened the kiss and licked the taste of his own cum out of Nix’s mouth.
An eternity later, Nix leaned back, his gaze assessing.
Ivan stared back at him. “You’re filthy,” he told him, wanting it to come out as an admonishment, but only too aware he sounded fond and indulgent.
“I am.” Nix grinned at him. He was clearly hard in his leather pants, but he made no move to address it. “It drives you crazy, doesn’t it, darling?”
Ivan didn’t even know what they were talking about anymore—the blow job, the filth, Nix himself. But he gave the only answer he could. “Yes.”
Ivan workedfor a few hours more, Nix curled up—suspiciously docile—on his office couch. Ivan had promised Sascha a job managing one of his less nefarious clubs, so he was taking the steps necessary to facilitate that change.
He needed to find a new Sergei soon. This was too much grunt work for the head of the organization to be indulging in.
