God, I didn’t know. My eyes were watering, my jaw aching already. I’d sucked cock, but never like this, helplessly laid out on my back. And how did he expect me to answer, anyway? I tried to nod, even though I should’ve been shaking my head, shouldn’t I? And I tried to speak, but it came out a garbled moan. My hands flailed, landing on his thighs, fingers digging in frantically.
“I think that’s a yes,” he said, very low. “I won’t go down your throat, Brook.”
He thrust, shallowly at first, cock only bumping the back of my mouth, dragging the head over my tongue again and again until I had to move it, teasing the underside of his cock, saliva pooling in the corners of my mouth.
“Fuck, I could come like this. You won’t need to spread your legs after all.” That almost-growl had me moaning around him, opening my throat to take him deeper even though he’d said I didn’t need to.
He thrust again, harder, his other hand wrapping in my hair and tugging my head to an angle that suited him better.
Dimitri could come like this. He could come…and then he wouldn’t fuck me. I shoved at his legs, trying desperately to turn my head, suddenly panicked, overwhelmed, my mouth too full and my throat starting to close up—and he pulled out abruptly, fingers still tangled in my hair. He’d tipped my head back, and I blinked up at him, his flushed face and glowing eyes coming into partial focus.
“I promised you a fuck,” I gasped. “You’re not—you’re not the only one who does the job they promised.”
A strange, thoughtful expression passed over his face, his jaw tensing. His eyes glittered. “Yeah? You want my knot in your ass, Brook?”
“No! No, I don’t want—no! But Ipromised.”
“Uh-huh.” He still had that odd, considering look on his face, calm even though his hand had tightened in my hair until it hurt. “You did promise. So I should probably make you keep it.”
That was all the warning I got before he moved back, released me so that my head thumped down onto the pillows, and took me by the hips, flipping me like I didn’t weigh anything at all. My face hit the pillow, another thump, and I yelped and scrabbled at the sheets, trying to get my bearings.
I failed. Dimitri didn’t allow me to get a breath, tugging me up with his hands still wrapped around my hips, rubbing his wet cock between the cheeks of my ass. I held myself up the best I could even though my head spun and my lungs labored. The rattle of the nightstand drawer, the click of a cap, and then two slick fingers thrust inside me, fast and hard and dirty.
Before I’d even begun to adjust to that, he’d pulled them out, and his cock took their place, stretching my hole open.
He filled me up in one hard, brutal thrust, punching the last of the air out of my lungs.
He’d gone easy on me before, I realized.
And that was my last coherent thought.
Dimitri pounded me into jelly, cock surging so deep into me with every snap of his hips that I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it.
And like before, my body responded. I didn’t want to come, I didn’t want to…but no matter how hard I bit my lips and clawed my fingers into the mattress, my cock hardened and my balls ached, tight and full.
When he came, he growled long and deep, a feral sound that echoed in my mind and vibrated through my body.
His knot swelled. He thrust it deeper, burying it in me, and he laid one big hand on my ass cheek, pulling me open with his thumb, adding to the stretch and making me whimper.
He’d be seeing me like that, the way I’d pictured, right at this moment. All pink and shiny and swollen, my ass in the air and my thighs spread to relieve the ache of how full I was.
I came like that, helpless to stop it, clenching rhythmically around his knot and practically sobbing into the pillow. My whole body trembled, heart racing.
Dimitri lowered himself down over my limp body and rested his forehead against my shoulder. His hot breath cooled the sweat on my skin and made me shiver.
Neither of us said a word. I couldn’t have moved a muscle even if my life depended on it.
At last his knot went down, and he withdrew, the slick pop of his diminished knot coming out of me as loud as a gunshot, it seemed like. I winced and held perfectly still.
“Thanks,” Dimitri said. “Fuck. Thank you. I needed that. I’ll go shower in my own room, okay? Give you some privacy.”
Privacy? After he’d pulled my ass open to watch my body yield to his in the most intimate possible way? I choked down a hysterical laugh that tried to spill out.
“Sure.” That was all I could get out. “Okay.”
Dimitri hesitated, but then he repeated, “Okay,” and got off the bed. The night wasn’t cold, but it felt like it once he’d taken away the shelter of his body.
A few rustles told me he’d gathered up his clothes, and then my bedroom door shut behind him.Thanks. I needed that. Not exactly a ringing endorsement. If you were hungry, and you got a mediocre sandwich, that might be your reaction. Was that what I was to him? The peanut butter and jelly of fucks? Adequate when you had a physical need?
