I kept the smile on my lips even as his words cut me to the core. Rather than voice my feelings, I wrapped my fingers around his length. “You’re going to have to tell me what to do.” Every time I brought up my lack of experience, it seemed to drive him crazy, and I enjoyed it.

“First, you’re going to want to lick it. Use your tongue, taste me.”

I moved forward, shuffling on my knees. With Slavik holding his cock up for me, I licked from the root down to the tip. The taste and feel of him were so strange. Hard as he was getting, so the more he held himself, and soft at the same time. A hint of salt hit my tongue as I flicked across the little slit in the top of his cock.

Gliding down the opposite side, I licked his cock.

“Now, put your lips on the tip, and slowly sink your mouth on my dick.”

With my gaze on him, I wrapped my lips around the head. He was even harder now, and I tucked my hair behind my ear, taking his cock into my mouth, feeling him go down until he hit the back of my throat. I stopped and quickly eased back, coming off his length.

“Keep doing it.” He held himself still, and I worked his cock with my mouth, sucking him to the back of my throat.

After a few seconds, he released his length and I took hold of him. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and began to guide me over his length, making me take more of him. Even as I gagged, he held my head in place and started to thrust up into my mouth.

I moaned.

With each thrust, the taste of him got stronger in my mouth.

“Fuck. Yes. Fuck. That feels so fucking good.” In and out he pumped, and I couldn’t resist looking at him.

His gaze was on me.

“You’re going to have to stop or you’re going to get a mouthful of cum.”

I kept my lips on his cock, and as he came, I was shocked by the jerk of his release as it filled my mouth. On instinct, I swallowed him down, relishing the taste of him as he hit the back of my throat.

His tight grip on my hair pulled me off his length, and I sat back, wiping at my wet lips to dry them.

Slavik had closed his eyes as he came. Finally, he opened his eyes, and I smiled at him. He stroked my face, and no words were needed.

The moment was interrupted by the shrill of his cell phone. I stayed on the floor, kneeling as he answered.

I saw the sudden change in him.

“On my way.” He got to his feet.

I shuffled out of my spot and followed him. “What is it? What’s the matter?” Worry filled me.

“It’s Ivan. His home was attacked last night. He’s in the hospital. They don’t know if he’s going to make it.”