As he moans, I find myself taking him even deeper. A salty taste rushes into my mouth, tingling at my tongue.
Precum?
I pull off him. “God, you taste good.” I crave even more as I stick him back into my mouth. It’s a treat I relish as I bob up and down. His cock firms even more, and as I speedup my movements, he runs his fingers through my hair. He offers gentle strokes, encouraging my work.
“Fuck, yeah, Matteo, that feels so fucking good,” he says in a low, breathy voice.
My hard-on constricts in the crotch of my pants. Blowing him has made me so painfully hard.
“Please don’t make me come like this,” he whispers. “I need that cock inside me again.”
I want that too, but now that I have his cock in my mouth, discovering my love for it, I want to be blowing him and fucking him at the same time. Damn the limitations of a fucking body.
I force myself to release him, letting his wet cock drop against his abs, but giving it one more selfish lick before leaning back. Grabbing his pants and boxers by the waistbands, I pull them down his legs, dragging them from his body before tossing them off the side of the bed.
“Please tell me you keep lube in this nightstand,” I say. “I don’t want to waste time. I just want to get my cock in that hole and remember how good it can feel.”
He wears an amused expression. “Of course.”
I grab his legs and pull him to the edge of the bed as I step off, positioning him for me.
“Keep right there, ready for me,” I tell him, and he obeys, holding the backs of his thighs as I strip down and find the lube. When I return to him, I offer some for his hole, then ready myself and place the bottle on the nightstand.
As he’s lying there, I take a step back, admiring the view. My dick firms in my grip.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Kind of hot seeing you displaying yourself for me.”
He snickers. “I don’t know why I feel so fucking needy for it.”
I step closer, patting the head of my dick against his ass cheek, beside his hole. “Well, I don’t really care about why, just that you are.”
He bites his bottom lip as I push the head against that tight hole. Once I get the head in, his body relaxes. This is nothing like that first time. He’s not tense and anxious. He’s ready and willing. Eager, even. And I feel it in how much easier it is to get that first inch in, then the next.
“You’re opening right up for me, aren’t you?” I say as he rolls his head back. I watch his expression, so relaxed, so at ease.
Once I’m halfway inside, I grip his thighs, steadily making my way in, and I know the moment I’ve hit his prostate by the way his back arches and a lengthy moan escapes his lips. It urges me on, but I take my time until his ass welcomes me fully.
He has the faintest hint of a smile on his face. “Did much better this time, didn’t I?” he asks, like he wants validation for his achievement, and I’m happy to give it.
“You took me perfectly.”
His smile expands into a broad grin, and he looks up at me with eager eyes. These aren’t the eyes I’ve seen when he’d looked so on edge. Or when he told me about his brother. Or last night when he was so worried about me.
I push in and out, slow, subtle movements. His mouthopens, his cock shifting over his abs. I watch his face as I thrust. Seeing his expression all twisted up with pleasure, that mouth hanging open, fuck, I can’t stand it, and I release his legs, leaning down and taking a kiss. His legs wrap around me, his ass rocking in sync with me, both of us eagerly exploring this experience.
We become a series of sucks, licks, nips as we pick up the pace, and soon, he pulls away, calling out, “Matteo. Oh fuck, Matteo,” which only encourages me more.
“I love you calling out my name while I fuck you.” I keep fucking him before telling him, “Put your arms around me.” As he obeys, I lean back, taking his legs again as I crawl onto the bed with him, laying him back down before kissing and drilling into him. Working up a sweat as I kiss and offer a soft bite against the side of his face.
My fingers slide through his thick locks, up to the back of his head. An impulse moves through me, and as though intuiting it, he pulls away from our kisses long enough to say, “It’s…okay. You can…pull it.”
I give a cautious tug. With his throat exposed for me, I kiss it as passionately as I kissed his mouth. I love the way Alexei submits to me, love how in this moment it’s just the two of us, reveling in pleasure.
I pull away, glancing down at him once again as I release my grip on his hair and keep my hand against the back of his head, turning him to face me. I’ve always seen him as a sexy motherfucker, but in this moment, with his face banged up, knowing more about the dents in his soul, seeing how he can still experience this pleasure despite all that I know lurksbehind those blue eyes, he’s not just sexy to me, he’s beautiful.
He grabs his cock and pumps it as we stare each other down. I speed up, his ass clapping in quick succession as I really bury my cock in his hole. Pressure mounting. I’m fucking soaring.
