“Oh, fuck yes,” I whisper, because words are hard.
He moves his fingers inside me once. My toes curl and I gasp, so he does it again, in time with his tongue, then again and again. It’s so good that I feel like I’m floating somewhere above the desk, in danger of crashing down.
“Kostya, you’re gonna make me come,” I gasp.
His fingers move harder, and I nearly shout, the noise trailing off into a moan.
“Really hard,” I say, my voice halfway to a whisper.
He keeps going and I’m millimeters from the edge, moaning my face off, lying on a Soviet desk while the crown prince eats me out.
Then his hand snakes up my torso and pinches one nipple.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasp, and then I come so hard I can’t breathe.
All the muscles in my body clench at once. My vision goes white at the edges, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I can hear myself moaning fuck yes over and over, but I can’t even feel myself saying it as I rock back and forth, my body wracked.
It feels like it takes a long time before it’s over and I can open my eyes. I take a deep breath, and Kostya stops licking me and kisses the inside of my thigh, right next to his face.
I realize that I’ve got my hand on his, clutching it to my chest and squeezing, so I let it go, but he leaves it there for a moment.
I take another deep breath, just trying to collect myself. Kostya kisses the crease where my inner thigh meets my torso, and I giggle. He growls.
I sit up and he finally slides his fingers out of me and pulls me forward on the desk until his cock is right between my legs, so I wrap them around him and squeeze. He kisses me hard, and I can taste myself.
“Do I taste like Coca-Cola?” I ask.
“No,” he says, grinning. “Better.”
I unbuckle his pants and push them down, grabbing his cock in one fist.
“Is this from eating me out?” I murmur.
I think I turn slightly pink when I ask, but he talks dirty to me, so I figure it’s fair.
“It’s from eating you out,” he says, thrusting into my hand and groaning into my ear.
“And it’s from making you come so hard I thought your pussy was gonna break my fingers,” he goes. “It’s from your tongue in my mouth, and from your hand on my cock, and Jesus, zloyushka, it’s from watching your ass as you walked away last night.”
I rub my thumb over the head, slick with pre-cum, and he growls softly, going even harder in my hand. I bite my lip, almost breathless with desire, and then push him away from the desk.
He gets his pants off, kicks them away, and lets me push him back against the concrete wall of the ugly office. I kiss him slowly, stroking his cock with one hand, and trail my lips down his body until I’m on my knees in front of him.
I don’t tease him. I slide my lips around the head of his cock and look up at him as I lick at the underside, and then push my mouth down the shaft as far as I can.
Kostya groans so loud I can feel his cock vibrate in my mouth. I pull back and look up again, and he’s still watching me, so I keep going, stroke after stroke, taking as much of him in as I can.
My jaw starts to get sore, but I ignore it, listening to his breathing become irregular.
“Stop,” he finally whispers.
I pull back until just the head of his cock is in my mouth, and look up at him. I take my lips off slowly, and I think he shudders, then pulls me to standing. He kisses me hard and slow, like he’s trying to collect himself.
“I want to come fucking you,” he murmurs.
My breathing hitches. I swallow and then just nod.
“Good,” I whisper.
He slides his hand between my legs and along my lips, kisses me deeply again, and smiles.
“Shark,” he says, then pulls me toward the desk. He sits on the chair and I straddle his lap and before I know it his cock’s in my fist again and he’s kissing me, my back up against the cold steel desk.
I swallow.
“Do you have—” I ask, but he opens a desk drawer and starts fishing through it.
I raise my eyebrows. He closes that drawer and opens another.
“One of these has a false bottom,” he says, opening a third drawer.
He feels around for a moment, then grins and pulls out a condom.
“The bunker has condoms?”
“People get bored down here,” he says, unwrapping it and rolling it onto his girth.
“Is that why we’re doing this?” I tease. “We’re bored?”
He runs his fingers down my body slowly, then moves them between my legs and starts rubbing my clit lightly.
“If it is, let’s get bored together all the time,” Kostya says.
He kisses me, fingers on my clit, spikes of pleasure already working their way through my body. I put my feet on the seat of the chair behind him, my elbows on the desk behind me, and arch myself up until he’s right at my entrance.
Then I take a deep breath, because while Kostya definitely has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in real life, I’m also ten times as wet and ready as I’ve ever been before. He stops rubbing my clit and moves both hands under my ass, the muscles in his arms bulging.
“I promise to fuck you slowly,” he says, and kisses me right below the sternum, the strangest combination of filthy and sweet I’ve ever heard.
I relax a little, my elbows still on the desk, and ease the head of his cock into me. It’s bigger than anything I’m used to, but God it feels good and my eyelids flutter shut as I sigh.
He lifts me a little and then I sink another inch onto him, then another. I feel like lava is running down the inside of my skin, and then his lips are on my neck.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he whispers.
I arch and ease down a little more, and he growls into my ear.
“Going slow might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” he says. “But now I can feel every inch of your pussy. And zloyushka, I can already tell I’m never going to get tired of watching you slide onto my cock.”
I take the last inch of him staring straight into his eyes. Even sitting on him, he’s a tiny bit taller than I am. I wrap my legs around him and then pull his face down toward mine and kiss him hard as I move my hips back and forth, still leaning against the desk.
Kostya moans into my mouth. I gasp and stop, because Jesus that felt good, almost dangerously good.
“You okay?” he murmurs.
I just nod, breathing hard.
“Better than okay,” I whisper.
Kostya moves again, gently, his hands on my hips. I moan softly, holding my forehead to his.
“Still okay?” he asks, but now there’s a teasing edge to his voice.
“You feel incredible,” I say. Now I’m moving my hips in time with him, squeezing him with my legs, taking him as deep in as I possibly can and moaning every time he hilts himself. We’re not moving fast, but every time he moves it hits every pleasure spot inside me.
Suddenly Kostya pulls me all the way down, as hard as he can, and stops.
“Don’t stop,” I say, but he holds me there.
“You’re gonna make me come,” he says, kissing me slowly. “Fuck, I’d come just watching you fuck me.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” I say, and flex my hips, moving him inside me.