Autumn Feast - Charlie Richards Page 0,25

planner were you talking about?”

“Ultrasound.”

Kirill paused in slathering his dick with lube. “What?”

Andrei gasped. “Fuck. Me.”

Moaning, Kirill placed his cock head against Andrei’s pucker and entered him with one hard, deep thrust. His eyes rolled back in his head from Andrei’s heat, so tight and perfect around him. He clutched Andrei’s hips and set a pace of hard, fast strokes. Andrei’s gasps and moans, and the sound of his pelvis slapping against Andrei’s ass, combined to form a symphony of passion and lust.

Kirill slid his hand up Andrei’s back. He pushed the shirt up under his pits in the process and tangled his fingers in his hair again, holding on tight as he pummeled Andrei’s ass. “Love your distraction techniques.”

“Fuck... Kirill.” Andrei braced his hands against the desk and forcefully pushed his hips back. “Been so long. Make me come! Touch me.”

Kirill bent over Andrei’s back and reached around him, fisting his heavy, hot prick. He wasn’t gentle as he stroked Andrei’s shaft. He knew Andrei liked it rough whenever he gave in to the urge of bottoming for Kirill.

“Yes!” A hard shudder ran through Andrei’s strong body. “Harder! Come on. Own me. Show me who I belong to.”

Snarling, Kirill slid his free hand over Andrei’s hairy chest and pinched one of his nipples. He pumped his hips harder and, at the same time, bit Andrei’s shoulder—not hard enough to break skin, but it would sting nonetheless.

That was all it took for Andrei to scream his name. His channel tightened with painful intensity around Kirill’s dick and wrenched a toe-curling, teeth-clenching orgasm from him. Kirill grunted as he filled Andrei with jets of cum. He stroked Andrei through his own release, loving how Andrei’s cock twitched and shot in his hand. He’d probably splattered all over the desk.

Huffing for breath, Kirill loosened his hold on Andrei’s shoulder and rested his cheek on Andrei’s back. “Damn. Needed that.”

Andrei hummed. He reached back and placed his big hand on Kirill’s hip, stroking him softly. “Me too. Louis will be glad I got laid.”

“The fuck?” Kirill snarled. “What does Louis have to do with our sex life?” The beta had no business thinking about Andrei and sex, period. Kirill had gotten along with Louis pretty well right from the start, considering as alpha mate he held a higher position but didn’t have as much say-so as the clan’s beta. Maybe he needed to have a talk with Louis.

Andrei laughed, the movement causing Kirill’s dick to slip from his ass. He lifted up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder. “Poor Louis is sore as hell from the daily training sessions I put him through. Without you wearing me out every night, I have too much energy. It has to go somewhere, so my enforcers and Louis have to bear the brunt of it. Today he yelled at me and told me to get laid before I killed one of them.”

Kirill snorted. He slapped Andrei’s well-rounded ass before he fell back in his chair, not bothering to cover his soft prick. They’d been loud enough to warn everyone in the house not to bother them. “Glad I can make our beta happy.” He yanked his shirt over his head and cleaned his hand and groin area.

Andrei straightened and stretched his arms. He laughed, a flush covering his cheeks over his dark beard, as he nudged the papers on Kirill’s desk. “Haley will kill me. I might’ve ruined her color schemes.”

Groaning, Kirill threw his shirt at Andrei who caught it with one hand. “Are you kidding me? She’s on a warpath anyway.” He fixed his pants, stood, and stepped beside Andrei. Kirill lifted one sheet of paper and grimaced at the mess. “Fuck. That will be hard to explain.”

Andrei rubbed Kirill’s shirt over his cock and through his crease. “Nah. It was obvious I was gonna ravish you the moment I entered this office.”

Kirill collected the ruined pages and tossed them in the trash. “Huh. One page survived our shenanigans. Guess we worked out a color scheme in our own unique way.”

“What did I tell you?” Andrei kissed his cheek, then reached down, pulled up his pants, and closed the zipper. “With love and courage, we’ll nail this clan business.”

Kirill threw back his head and laughed, sinking against Andrei’s taller, broader frame. He looped his arms around Andrei and snuggled in, enjoying the scent of sweat and sex clinging to his skin. “I love you.”

Andrei kissed his forehead. “Love you more. But we need