“First, I didn’t steal it.” He stands to his full height, crossing his arms. “And second, what did you just call me with that smart mouth?”
“If the shoe fits.” My boyfriend has another thing coming if he believes I’m not going to call him out just because I love him. “Ask next time if you want something.”
"Where's the fun in that?" His eyes darken and the corner of his mouth rises a little. “Maybe I should take my gift back and not give it to you.”
My jaw drops, all previous frustration evaporating, as I involuntarily let out a rushed breath, like I've been punched in my chest - but in a good way. “You got me a gift?”
He juts his chin at the box sitting on his bed. I walk over, lift the lid, and gasp as I take out a sweatshirt. It’s custom made in my favorite shades of blue and purple. Alexei's number, 44, is on the back and sleeves while the Titans logo is on the front.
“Why can’t you just let me be mad at you for five minutes?” Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I hug the sweatshirt to my chest and smile wide. “Thank you. I love it.”
"Sasha helped me get it made for you. My boyfriend should wear something special, something only he has instead of a jersey like everyone else.”
I’m not sure what I’m more amazed by right now—the custom clothing he made for me in my favorite colors or the fact he planned this with one ofmyfriends, who by the way did not let on she was secretly working on this with him.
Alexei threads his fingers into my hair from behind, then yanks at the roots, my head jerking back as I gasp, dropping the sweatshirt.
He starts to remove my belt. “Don’t think I forgot about you calling me an asshole.”
“I’m so—”
“Shut up.” He yanks the leather through my belt loops, then shoves the strap into my mouth, buckling it tight behind my head. “All I want to hear from you are those filthy sounds as you come on my cock.”
My eyelids flutter as I moan loud. When did I turn into such a masochist?
“Arms up.”
I lift them and he removes my shirt, then thrusts me down onto the bed, yanking the rest of my clothes off. When I’m fully naked, he flips me onto my stomach, tightly binding my hands behind my back with his belt.
The sound of his zipper catches my attention and I twist to look back. Alexei sheds his clothes and I pull my knees under me, arching my ass in the air and spreading my legs.
He chuckles, then slaps my ass hard, the sting radiating like some heavenly yet hellish fire. “I forget how needy you get for me.”
His palm cracks down on my ass again. And again. And again. Stronger and more brutal each time.
My dick is hard and aching, twitching with each slap as I whimper into the leather. When I arch higher, pushing back, he tugs my balls and twists, and my dick drools precum.
Alexei spreads my ass cheeks wide, then runs his tongue up my entire crease. “Look at your greedy hole winking at me. So desperate for my cock.”
I’m a mess of tears, letting out the filthiest, most desperate moans. Every inch of my skin is a center for arousal at this point.
“Need to fuck you, Eli. Need to come deep inside you.”
I turn my head and look back at him. His expression is questioning. Every time we’ve had sex it’s always been with a condom. We haven’t talked about not using one.
But I need him to fill me, even if it might be the stupidest thing to do.
I nod and push back.
He groans, then gets off the bed to grab the lube, coming back and slicking himself and me up.
“Fuck, I love this ass.” He slaps it again. “So beautiful all nice and red.”
I’m a raw nerve of pleasure and pain as Alexei pushes into me, stretching me to capacity, filling me. Then he bends, his entire body covering mine, and fucks hard and fast.
It doesn’t take long until I’m whimpering and writhing, needing him to touch my dick, to ease the ache. But he just pushes my head down into the mattress and fucks me harder, grunting like a wild beast in heat.
My breaths grow ragged, tears flowing freely down my face, every filthy sound coming out of me unrecognizable. And I love every minute of it.
