Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves - K.A. Merikan Page 0,96
hands. Yes, hands, because somehow, he could feel the hot sensation even in the fingers he didn’t have. Was it because he couldn’t see the stump, and without the visual his body still believed the missing hand was there? He didn’t know and didn’t care, because when Yev sucked on his dick, focusing on anything but the warmth of his mouth became impossible.
His stubble scratched Radek’s balls too firmly, causing a fire that ran down Radek’s thigh, but the softness of his tongue, which somehow felt longer and more agile than usual, rendered Radek powerless. He could no longer control himself—weak in body and mind—and even when in a shocking moment Yev’s sharp teeth slid over sensitive flesh, Radek could do nothing but surrender.
“Be gentle,” he whimpered despite knowing Yev would never hurt him. At least not in a way Radek didn’t enjoy, because Radek loved the bites, the primal heat of their connection. He rocked against Yev’s mouth, because there wasn’t much else he could do, but the sense of helplessness aroused him rather than frustrated.
He was in a dark cave, trapped by this savage man who wanted to feast on him and wouldn’t let go until he was done. Radek never considered himself submissive, but this... he loved this.
After all, who was he to deny a meal to the apex predator?
He cried out when Yev let his cock go and bit into the flesh of his buttock, breaking skin in that illicit way that somehow fed Radek’s arousal rather than making it dwindle. He never liked pain or discomfort, but when Yev’s jaws closed on his flesh a pleasurable high fogged up his brain.
Radek loved it. And didn’t protest when Yev’s knees parted his either. He knew what was coming, and he pushed his hips back in desperate need to feel that thick girth enter him again.
He wouldn’t get to see Yev’s cock, but since they’d started fucking in earnest, he’d sucked Yev off several times, and couldn’t get enough. Radek would have called himself a dick aficionado and Yev had the most amazing, unusual, yet not too-freaky cock Radek had ever encountered. It was gloriously thick and delicious, but when the knot at the base formed, Yev’s cock was a tool that made even Radek blush. When he’d gotten the opportunity to suck Yev again at last, he’d spent quite a while licking the throbbing knot that he’d come to know intimately and enjoyed for the incredible sensations it provided.
His ass had already been sore from the spanking, but a hard bite left behind pain he couldn’t ignore and brought Radek back to reality. He couldn’t see a thing, but he sensed Yev’s weight on top, the cock pressing between his buttocks, Yev’s chest hair rubbing against his sweaty, tied back arms.
“What is it, Red Riding Hood? Ready for me?” Yev sniggered, and when cool gel drizzled down Radek’s crack, he couldn’t stop himself from thrashing and curling his toes.
The wait was more painful than the sting of all the bites combined.
“Never and always,” Radek choked out, tensing his shoulders and reveling in the way the soft scarves constricted his movements.
A moan broke out of his mouth when he changed position and air swept over his hole, but then two of Yev’s fingers dove in, turning him into a shivering mess.
“I’ll give you a treat, Ember. You know what it’ll be?” Yev teased, holding the digits in place, so Radek’s body could get used to the stretching. His thumb pressed on the taint and spread the gel, massaging the sensitive skin behind Radek’s balls with growing intensity.
“No,” Radek uttered, writhing in Yev’s tight hold like an eel that didn’t want to escape. His cock throbbed with need, and every time he rubbed against the silky sheets, he brought himself that much closer to orgasm, only to be pulled back by a lover who enjoyed playing tease and denial.
He wanted that cock inside already and could barely think straight when he imagined it resting against Yev’s hairy thigh instead of pounding him into the mattress.
As if on command, when the two fingers slid deeper inside him, he heard the whisper of Yev’s zipper, and it was almost like being teased with hot tongs.
“You seem anxious,” Yev said, snorting.
“What’s the treat? Is it your dick?” It seemed the more agitated Radek became, the calmer Yev got. Fighting him was useless though when unadulterated lust pumped in Radek’s veins instead of blood.