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With no viable option, I shook my head and trudged to the bathroom in defeat. Might as well make the most of my limited freedom, which meant another shower while I was able. The AC started acting up a couple hours ago, so the room was on the toasty side. I was surprised Sasha didn’t say anything when he came back.
Turning on the shower, I stripped out of my clothes while I waited for it to heat up. I’d no more than stepped out of my pants when the bathroom door flew open.
Sasha’s eyes narrowed and his lips parted, but no sound came out. And then, like I threw ice water in his face, he backed out at warp speed and yanked the door shut.
Being caught buck naked should have been embarrassing. Well, itwas. But it also gave me an idea. A crazy, suicide-mission idea. Given what happened this morning, I figured it was worth a shot. If I was going to die anyway, at least I’d know I tried everything.
Cracking open the bathroom door, I peeked outside.
Sasha was pacing with his fingers laced together behind his head, eyes closed, lips murmuring. It looked like he was praying or at least chanting some sort of mantra.
Now or never, Roan.
God, this was going to hurt…
I opened the door the rest of the way and walked out, timing my steps with Sasha’s. He crashed right into me, his eyes opening to the size of saucers. For one second, I saw something other than contempt or annoyance on his face. In a normal human being, I’d say it was fear. But Sasha didn’t strike me as the type of man who feared anything, let alone a naked college kid he’d used as a punching bag for the past several days.
As fast as I saw it, the look was gone, replaced by white-hot fury.
My head bounced off the wall he slammed me into, except instead of using his forearm to pin me in place, he smashed his palm in the center of my chest and stood as far away as possible.
“What the fuck?!” was all he managed to bite out.
I debated answering, but since he wanted me to shut up all the damn time, that’s the path I took. Maybe he’d reconsider the ban on talking in the future.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, searching my face for the answer I refused to give. My dick, however, was getting harder by the second, happy to offer whatever explanation Sasha wanted.
His hands slapped the wall on either side of my head, caging me in as he surged forward, his nose a hair away from mine. “You have exactly three seconds to get your ass back in there and put some fucking clothes on or—”
“You’ll what?” I smirked, literally risking life and limb by reaching out and grabbing ahold of his dick. Part of me was surprised to find him hard with how angry he was, but then again, there had to be a reason for all that anger. Surprisingly — thankfully — he didn’t break my arm, nor did he stop me from rubbing his growing hard-on through his jeans. “What? Tell me, Sasha. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
He didn’t answer. The muscles in his throat were so tight he probably couldn’t have spoken even if he wanted to. The look in his eyes was indescribable, somewhere between fear and hunger, with more than a touch of anger.
Biting my lower lip, I unbuttoned his jeans. When he didn’t stop me, I pulled the zipper down. I slid both hands inside the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down low on his hips, freeing his erection from the restraint of the cloth and denim. We both exhaled at the same time, him in obvious relief and me in surprise.
Given his height and the bulge he sported while hewasn’thard, I figured he was fairly well hung. What I hadn’t given any thought to was the fact he was uncut. That was a new one for me.
Bracing against the wall with his head hung, Sasha watched as my hand reached out again, caressing him along his length hesitantly. His abs caved inward when I gripped him tighter, like he sucked in a breath and held it. With each stroke, I watched him, waiting for his brain to override his body. He hadn’t pummeled me yet, but who knew if or when he’d snap.
When his hands slid down the wall and dropped to my shoulders, I took it as a hint. Kneeling in front of him, I gripped the base of his dick and licked my lips. Rolling the foreskin back, I tentatively swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, mentally preparing for a punch or something equally painful.
Above me, Sasha groaned something in Russian and braced one hand against the wall again. It was the first actual noise he’d made. Since it seemed like he approved, I kept going, taking more and more of his length into my mouth. When my nose brushed the trimmed black patch above his cock, his fingers threaded through my hair and tightened. Another Russian word slipped out of him, but it was more of a sigh.
I pulled back, sucking along the way. His hips chased after me, his fingers splaying along the back of my head. Not shoving or restraining me, just… touching, tangling in the longer part of my hair.
Instead of deep-throating him again, I popped off the end of his cock, trading my mouth for my hand, continuing the steady rhythm. Licking along his smooth skin while I jerked him off, I made my way down to his balls and sucked one into my mouth. He gasped, the muscles in his lower abdomen flexing under my palm like granite.
His breathing was getting shallower and his balls tightened. I traced a line up the underside of his cock with my tongue and sucked on the crown. At the risk of getting hit, I finally allowed myself to look up at his face, to see how I was doing.
Sasha’s eyes may have been the color of ice, but all I felt was blazing lust when he looked at me. It radiated from his gaze, the hand in my hair, every thrust of his hips. No one had ever looked at me like that, like the sun rose and fucking set with me. It was thrilling, empowering. Hewantedthis — he wantedme. Bad.
As his cock slid further into my mouth and down my throat, my gaze fell, concentrating on the task at hand. Big dicks were nice and all until they cut off your airway, and I wanted to make sure I made this worth his while.
“Look at me,” he rasped.
Flicking my gaze upward again, he gritted his teeth before both of his hands slid through my hair, holding me in place. I had a feeling I knew what was coming and that I’d get zero warning.
There were two more thrusts and a groan and I tasted his release on the back of my tongue. I swallowed everything he had, sucking the end of his cock until he jerked his hips out of reach with another ragged breath.
