Page 90 of Deviant Need

“Relax.” Calder waves him off and drags both hands over his shaved, tattooed head, grinning. “I’m like a vault. Got all kinds of things locked up here, and yours is just another entry. Now sit.”

Mikhail sits back down slowly, still glaring.

He’s not going to tell anyone?

I trust him. We all do. He keeps secrets for the entire family, and no one ever questions his loyalty. He takes orders without hesitation, keeps his mouth shut, and cleans up our messes without asking questions. If Calder knows something, it dies with him.

“Just be careful. You know how Roman is.” He glances at the door again, then back at us. “Listen, Yulian’s going through some things right now. Something that’s eating him alive. I know he acts like an ass most of the time, but he’s stressed. Don’t take it personally.”

Mikhail opens his mouth, probably to ask what the hell that means, but the back door swings open and Yulian walks back in.

“I have a plan,” he says, pocketing his phone. “I’m sending a private plane to Germany with someone I trust. It takes off in an hour. They’ll dig into the massacre, see what they can find.”

“Thanks,” Mikhail says.

Yulian waves him off and crosses the room toward the couch. Before he can sit down, Calder’s phone rings. He stands, and Yulian snatches the phone from his hand, cursing as he answers it.

“Conference call,” Calder says, looking like he’s choosing his words carefully. “Be back in ten.”

Biting my lip, I look at Mikhail and shoot to my feet to grab him.

He raises his eyebrows at me. “What trouble are you going to get us into now?”

I push him into the bathroom and lock the door after us, then shove down my pants and put my ass out for him. “I need you to fuck me, but we don’t have any lube so you’ll have to use spit.”

“Ya ne mogu nasytitsya toboy,” he murmurs, then spins me around. I can’t get enough of you. I look down at him in confusion as he drops to his knees and takes my already hard cock in his mouth, sucking me deep without warning.

I pout because I wanted him to fuck me, but the wet heat surrounding my cock obliterates any complaint before I can voice it. I thrust into him, and he takes me deeper, his tongue sliding along my length as pressure builds fast at the base of my spine. My cock swells, and within minutes I’m coming, spilling down his throat. He swallows some of it, but I can see his cheeks staying full, holding the rest.

He pulls off and stands immediately, shoving his pants down before spinning me back around to face the sink. Warmth drips onto my hole, and I gasp, realizing he’s letting my cum fall from his lips directly onto my entrance. He pushes a finger inside me, and I moan, bracing myself against the sink as my legs shake.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe, watching him in the mirror.

He spits more cum onto my hole, letting it pool there in thick drops before working another finger into me alongside the first. The slide is messy and wet, my own cum making everything slick as he stretches me open. He adds a third finger and scissors them wide, the burn intense enough to make me gasp and tighten my grip on the sink until my knuckles go white.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, and I whine at the emptiness, but then his hands grip my ass and spread me wide open. The stretch exposes me completely, vulnerable and open for him.

He leans down and his breath ghosts over my exposed entrance before his tongue presses flat against me. Then he spits cum directly into my gaping hole and warmth slides inside, coating my walls. It’s filthy and perfect and makes me moan helplessly. He keeps me spread impossibly wide with his thumbs while his tongue follows, licking into me and pushing the cum deeper.

The sensation of his tongue fucking my own cum into me makes me shudder, my cock already twitching back to hardness despite having just come. He works his tongue deeper, thorough and relentless, making sure every drop gets inside me and mixes with his spit.

When he finally pulls back, he keeps me spread open, and I know he’s watching my hole clench around nothing, admiring my own cum inside me. He works two fingers back in and spreads them deliberately, pushing the cum deeper and coating my walls thoroughly.

“Tak krasivo,” he murmurs. So beautiful.

He pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock with what’s left on his hand, then positions himself at my hole. “Ready for me?”

“Please.”

He thrusts into me in one brutal go, and I moan loud enough that his hand immediately clamps over my mouth. The stretch burns, but the slide is smooth from my own cum, and he doesn’t give me time to adjust before he starts thrusting.

“You’re so tight,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being fucked by your own mess.”

“Fuck yes. Harder,” I groan into his palm, and he curses, gripping my waist with his other hand and pounding into me. The pace is brutal, the sound of his balls slapping against me filling the small bathroom. My cock is fully hard again, bouncing with each thrust, leaking onto the sink.

“You undo me. You’re so desperate for my cock you can’t even wait until we get home.”

Whimpering into his palm, I push back to meet his thrusts. He angles his hips and hits my prostate dead-on, making my vision blur. My cock throbs and I’m so close already, the filthiness of it all pushing me toward the edge faster than I can control.