Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck,” I snarled, my balls drawing up tight. Gripping his hips tightly, my own fell off rhythm, and I came so hard, my vision momentarily whited out. I growled his name, my heart slamming against my chest bone. Once my balls were blissfully empty, I pulled out, then flipped Adrian onto his back, swallowing his cock down my throat in the next second.
“Fuck!” he shouted, his hands coming down to fist in my hair as his hips rose off the concrete floor. I moaned around him, doubling down, eager to make him come a second time. He arched his neck, whimpering my name. I knew it wouldn’t take him long—not with me deep throating him and him already being on edge from me dragging my cock across his prostate over and over when I’d been inside of him.
“Can I come?” he begged, his breaths panting out of him. “Ivan, sir, please—”
I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “Come,” and then swallowed him down to the root. He shot up into a half-sitting position as he shouted something unintelligible and flooded my throat with his cum. I sucked at him greedily until I’d drained every drop he had to give me. And then, I moved over him, shoving my arms beneath his muscular body to hold him close to my chest just as he began trembling.
“Easy,” I rasped, pressing my lips to his bloody temple and holding them there. “I’ve got you, kotik. Just breathe. Focus on breathing.”
His teeth began to chatter, so I held him tighter. He was coming down from an adrenaline spike and coming out of his subspace all at once. The crash was going to hit him hard. It would be a fucking task just to get him out of the basement and upstairs to his room so he could shower and go to bed.
I kept holding him, whispering soft words of comfort into his ear until his trembling eased and the chattering of his teeth stopped. Only then did I sit up, pulling him with me. His lids were drooping, and he looked ready to pass out. Fuck. Doing this in the basement probably wasn’t a good idea, but I just couldn’t goddamn resist him when he dropped to his knees like that for me, especially when I knew he would never do the same for anyone else.
“Come on, kotik,” I murmured, pushing his bloody hair out of his face. “We need to get upstairs so you can get showered and in bed.” He pouted—actually fucking pouted—and goddamn if it wasn’t the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but smile at him. “I know. I’m tired, too. But you can’t sleep here, and you can’t leave all this blood all over you.”
Standing, I helped him to his feet, then half-supported his weight as we made our way to the stairs. When we emerged from the basement, Igor and Mark were just coming down the hall, and they both grimaced at the sight of us. Couldn’t blame them. We were both covered in blood, my cock was still hanging out of my slacks, and Adrian was completely naked.
“Not a word,” I growled as I headed up the hall. Thankfully, both of them kept their mouths shut. “Call for clean-up.”
I turned at the end of the hall, heading toward the staircase. Ascending the stairs was a task and a half. Adrian was damn near uncooperative the entire time, making me support most of his weight. He was so out of it, he didn’t even seem to notice when I pushed open the door to his room and led him inside.
Once we were in the bathroom, I set him on the wooden bench seat in his shower, then turned the water on. Keeping one eye on him in case he slumped over and began to fall, I quickly began to strip out of my clothes, leaving them in a bloody pile on the floor. Then, I stepped into the shower and worked on rinsing the blood from Adrian’s skin as he softly snored, his head resting against the wall. Bathing him was a little bit harder of a task, but I managed it without his help, considering the man wasn’t waking up in the slightest. He’d crashed hard—harder than I’d ever seen someone crash before.
I made quick work of showering myself, then turned the water off and snatched a towel off the rack above the toilet. After drying off, I set to work on drying Adrian. And then, I pulled him off the bench seat. He moaned in protest, his head dropping to rest against my shoulder. I sighed. “Come on, kotik. Stay awake long enough for me to get you to bed, okay?”
“Mmmm,” he mumbled, but he managed to put one foot in front of the other, dragging his feet all the way to his bed. He fell onto it unceremoniously, leaving me to turn his massive body and situate his limbs until he was beneath the blankets and lying properly. Sighing, I went back to clean up the bathroom and shove my clothes into a trash bag. After scrubbing the bathroom clean, damn near choking myself with the scent of bleach, I turned all the lights off and slid into bed next to Adrian.