Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves - K.A. Merikan Page 0,18

anymore. And far too curious, because despite topping every now and then, Radek was a dick man through and through, and the more experienced he became, the more he understood that about himself.

He loved dick in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Hairy or shaved. Cut or uncut. Dick was king in Radek’s life, and his eagerness to get acquainted with a new one far outweighed any desire for revenge.

He couldn’t get his hands on Yev’s zipper fast enough, and his fingers felt like tangled noodles when he attempted to pop open the button.

Above him, Yev let out a hum and pulled Radek’s face to the zipper, relenting only when Radek gasped, sensing the hot meat through thick denim. Yev’s hands were a bit dry, calloused, but Radek still whimpered when they played with his hair and drew patterns around his ear. The musk of arousal overpowered all the other scents in the house, so intense Radek forgot why he’d wanted to leave in the first place.

His mouth watered. His body was heavy, as if it couldn’t bear moving even an inch away, and he actually whined when Yev held his head in place and lowered the zipper with one hand dusted with hair, revealing black underwear.

“Shh. It’s okay,” Yev said while his cock grew against Radek’s face, with only fabric to part them.

Oh, he needed to hear that so bad. He was a dumb animal in heat, and no thoughts other than rutting could penetrate his brain. He pressed his nose against the cock still trapped in underwear with a needy grunt.

Yev responded with a chuckle, and God… Radek could bet his hand on this being the sexiest laugh he’d ever heard—a low rumble, but warm and inviting.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue through the open zipper, tasting cotton with a hint of flesh, but Yev wasn’t about to leave him hungry, and opened the metal button at last. He whipped his dick out so fast it tapped Radek’s cheek, leaving him overwhelmed by need.

It was a thick, dark root, thick as Radek’s wrist, its head hidden under the hood of foreskin. He wanted to taste every blue vein spreading over the shaft, and Yev must have seen it all over his face, because he smoothed Radek’s hair back and took hold of his dick, pulling on the foreskin to reveal the damp head demanding immediate attention. It was smooth and glossy, like a peeled chestnut.

And the whole thing was so wide, even in Yev’s freakishly big hand.

Radek leaned forward, desperate to suck on it and feel the pulse of Yev’s blood, but when his lips were close to reaching their goal, Yev tugged on his hair just enough to keep him apart from his ultimate destination. That cock was everything, and when held back, Radek still stuck his tongue out to see if he could reach it. He managed to touch it with the tip of his tongue, and when the delicate flesh scooped Yev’s pre-cum from the slit, the concentrated pheromones made him shiver.

Radek’s hips rocked forward as his dick grew, begging for the same attention he was about to bestow on Yev’s. But Radek couldn’t have been more focused on the prize kept just beyond his reach.

“You’re a thirsty boy, huh?” Yev whispered, moving his hand up his cock at an agonizing pace, until the foreskin covered the head once more, making Radek miss the sight already.

Thirsty? He’d been stuck in a desert for twenty two years. No one had ever taken hold of him this way. He’d had his hair pulled in a playful manner, and there had been that guy who slapped his ass a few times, but Yev wasn’t playing games. Yev truly took charge, so Radek would bare a bit of himself too.

“Your dick is gorgeous,” he whispered with scorching cheeks, once more arching to the cockhead, only to find out that Yev was still holding him on the leash of hair.

“How much do you want it? Will it even fit in that tiny mouth?” Yev asked, and before Radek could have reacted, he briefly rubbed the pre-cum off on Radek’s lips, making him salivate like a rabid animal.

This was not normal. He couldn’t have loved it more.

“It will! Please let me suck it already.” Radek’s ears were throbbing with molten heat. He rubbed his hands up the tree trunks Yev had for legs. He couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like to have that man on top and