His fingers creep up my thighs, inching dangerously close to my asshole. I tighten my grip on his hair. “Did I say you could touch me?”
Eli’s cornflower blue eyes meet mine as he pulls off with a wet pop, lips swollen and chin glistening. The picture of debauched temptation.
I tap his cheek with my wet cockhead, leaving sticky trails on smooth skin. “Hands to yourself unless I say otherwise. Got it?”
He nods.
I guide myself past his beautifully stretched lips and set a savage pace as soft palms slide over my hips.
“Such a useful mouth.” I pull his face flush to my pelvis, fucking deep into his throat, his wrecked whimpers vibrating along my length.
My orgasm hits like a freight train, pleasure cresting sharp and hot. I come down his throat, then pull back enough to paint his face.
He blinks up at me, dazed, coated in my cum.
“My perfect little mess. Fucking beautiful.” I stroke his swollen lips, collecting the last pearly drops. “Don't waste any.”
His pink tongue darts out, lapping my release from my fingers without hesitation.
I lift him effortlessly back to his feet and spin him to face the tree, pinning his hands overhead with one of mine. The other deftly opens his jeans just enough to free his cock. My fingers wrap around the hot, rigid flesh and he gasps.
“Oh, fuck yes . . . Alexei please . . .”
I nip the shell of his ear, stroking him roughly. “You wanna come for me, Solnyshko?”
“God, yes . . . feels so good . . .”
When his pretty cries ring out into the quiet night, I release my hold on his wrists and press two fingers to his panting mouth. “Get ’em nice and wet for me.”
He latches on instantly, tongue swirling. After a few seconds, I withdraw them and reach down to trace slick circles around his hole.
"Ah! Fuck . . . fuck yes . . ."
I breach the furled rim with one long finger and he keens, desperate, fucking himself back for more. A smile tugs my mouth. “What a needy little slut you are.”
I slide a second finger alongside the first, scissoring gently, then I twist my wrist, pressing deeper.
He clenches down. “H-how do you . . . Oh, God. Do that again . . . How do you know. . .”
I huff out a laugh. “Fucked a girl in the ass a few times, Solnyshko.” I bite his shoulder hard enough to mark him. “Now shut the fuck up and focus on coming for me.”
It only takes a few more strokes inside and out before his sharp cry rings out into the night as he spills over my fist, warm and wet. I milk every last drop from his trembling body.
When he finally goes lax, I withdraw my fingers, then lift my coated hand to his mouth. “Clean up your mess, Solnyshko.”
That tongue eagerly gets to work, lapping his cum from my skin. My renewed erection nudges against the cleft of his ass and I groan.
Voices in the distance remind me we’re less than subtle right now, so I tuck him briskly back into his jeans, then palm his softening cock.
"This is mine now, understand?” I give a pointed squeeze and he whimpers. “No one else gets to see or touch what belongs to me.”
He nods. “Yours.”
Chapter 7
Alexei
My blades carve the ice as I weave through the pathetic defense, my pulse thrumming with the high of watching these losers scramble and fail to keep up. I catch the scoreboard from the corner of my eye. We’re crushing Sacred Heart 3-2.
