Page 56 of Volatile Waters

Once next to Kirill, he yanked on Valerie’s hair and showed her his veined erection. “You will come back to my dick. Understand?”

Her mouth, agape with heavy breathing, had me suddenly realizing she also needed someone to control her. In that very second, I finally comprehended her expression in the lobby of the hotel and every time I saw her waiting for Kirill. She craved his dominant ways. She was like me, hoping for something or someone to connect us to this life, whether we wanted it or not, because there were times when it was just too much to bear. The thought that her ‘stripping’ may not be what she wanted, and that her life was also out of control, had me feeling an unfamiliar empathy for another.

Chills broke out across my skin as his hand took hold of my hip to pull me in front of him, never letting go of Valerie’s hair. When his chest pressed against my back, his erection slid between my legs, which were propped apart to keep me on my feet. He wasn’t prodding my ass, but I still stiffened. Both of us being close to the same height put his mouth at my ear. His Master’s tone commanded, “Breathe. I’m not going to fuck you.”

I exhaled.

“That’s right. I have you, Yury.”

My eyes fluttered shut to the words I needed to hear.

His free arm wrapped around my ribs, his palm to my chest. “Breathe.”

Valerie waited as air filled my restricted lungs. The release that fresh air brought me had my head falling back and landing on his shoulder.

Kirill repeated, “I have you.”

Trust, what we had all claimed not to have, had me melting back against him. That’s when I was finally rewarded. Kirill pressed Valerie forward… and her little lips blanketed me. My legs almost gave out with a fantastic and much-needed sensation. Kirill’s arm tightened around my waist. He had not lied. He had me and wouldn’t let go.

Her tongue pulled on me from underneath. The warmth was heavenly. I found myself softly saying, “Thank you.”

The gratitude was well received. Kirill started working her head, which in turn worked me. It was unlike any oral sex I had ever experienced because it was almost as if Kirill was the one truly getting me off. And, him being a man, he had perfect timing, yanking her head back to tease me when my balls were tightening up. When he would press her lips flush to my base, I was deep throated with skill. Kirill slowly started pumping his erection between my thighs, finding friction under my sack.

I was lost…

Now found.

All three of us started panting when Valerie reached between my legs to massage my aching balls and his hungry dick. She moaned as we all started gyrating and moving, desperate for climax. Kirill leaned his forehead to my shoulder, gasping for air. I reached behind me, holding his head to replicate the comfort he was offering me. The heat from his every exhale only ramped up my desire.

Maybe he sensed the heightened sexual tension because he kissed my shoulder, his mouth open, then my neck, all while bobbing Valerie on my dick, daring me to accept more. When I didn’t shy away, he kissed the side of my mouth. It was then that I knew what he wanted.

I tilted my face toward his.

Kirill leaned forward and set his lips to mine.

When I opened my mouth, he dove in, yanking Valerie forward to deep throat me again. My whimper echoed in Kirill’s mouth. Then a battle of male tongues took place. Both being Masters, we each fought for control. Neither, or maybe both, winning.

Seeing what was happening above, Valerie moaned more pleasure. The vibrations revved up my desire, having me pulling on the back of Kirill’s head to get deeper into his mouth. His hips pumped against me. It was all so arousing; I pulled my face from him just enough to say, “I’m going to come soon.”

He kissed me again as he pulled Valerie from my dick and from her knees. His lips released mine as he yanked her between us, her chest to my back, then he hoisted her tiny body, saying, “Hold on to his neck.” Little arms came over my shoulders from behind and wrapped around my neck. She gasped in my ear as he slammed inside her… Her soft breasts rubbed against my shoulder blades. As they both started grunting, I thought I was going to be left out, but then Kirill reached around and took a strong hold of my dick. It was so intense; I stumbled forward. Kirill followed until I could place my hands against the wall and hold us all up. His hips would thrust forward, pushing her harder against me, all while his fist pumped me into a frenzy.

“Harder,” I demanded. My head fell forward as my dick was beautifully abused. “Yes. Fuck. Don’t stop.” My whole body began to shake as I was taken on the ride of my life.

But what took me right over the edge of the slippery cliff was Valerie in my ear. “I think he’s fucking you by fucking me.”

In the family business, my position was dominant over Kirill’s. He knew it. We all did. I think he needed one over me. That night, I let him have it, and I let myself enjoy it.

I roared through a heart-stopping orgasm that shattered my mind into blissful numbness.

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The next morning, I was still with them, with Valerie in between us. Everyone was still naked. No longer drunk or feeling vulnerable, I woke, pissed at my surroundings. Anger poured from me as I left the bed behind, needing to brush my teeth to remove my cousin from my mouth.

Exiting the room in a shameful rush, I ran right into Adrian. He had clearly just woken up himself and seemed shocked to see me naked. “The fuck, Yury?” Then his eyes raced to where I had just come. With the door wide open, he saw the bed, then smirked. “Oh, and Adrian was not to receive an invitation?” I shoved him out of my way and entered my own room down the hall.

Clothed, I stared at my reflection while brushing my teeth in the bathroom. What I saw—the weak being I had become last night—enraged me. I punched the mirror. As the pieces crashed to the counter and floor, I charged toward someone else I blamed for my fall.

In the garage, where Crash was tied up, he cussed, “Here we fucking go again,” when he saw me storming for him. He did his best to block but was the recipient of a kick at full force. He rolled across the cement floor and laughed at me through his grimace of pain. “You’re just mad that I slept with her and you didn’t.”