Mine? Why does him saying that feel so fucking good? Makes me that much harder?
“Please, Matteo. I need you inside me.”
His words make me groan as I remember something.
“What?” he asks.
“I left the lube in my bag.” I start to roll off him to get it, but he hooks his arms and legs around me, locking me in place.
“No, don’t go,” he says, and there’s a desperation to hiswords, as though the thought of me leaving him for the few seconds it would take to reach my bag is unbearable.
“I’ll be right back. I promise I don’t want to miss this ass.”
“I’m not an expert, but there are other things you can use as lube.”
His words catch me off guard. “You mean spit?”
He nods.
“It’s not gonna be as slick as lube. I assume you realize that.”
“I’m not saying I might not change my mind, but I’d be curious to try. I like the idea of it being all-Matteo inside me.”
“All-Matteo?” I chuckle, but now that he’s expressed his interest, I admit I’m intrigued.
“So you’ll tell me if it’s uncomfortable or if it doesn’t feel good?”
His brows furrow. “Trust me. You’ll be able to tell. I’m definitely not faking anything when we’re together.”
My chest swells with pride as I gaze into those beautiful blue eyes, which up close like this, I can see the specks of white shining within.
“Okay, we’ll see, but one word from you, and I’m out, and we’re grabbing the lube.”
He grins—no,beams—like I’m fulfilling a secret wish, which encourages me that much more.
As he relaxes his limbs, I crawl down to his ass, which he displays for me. I offer a few spits, running my finger along the rim, pushing in. Then I spit in my palm, rubbing it overmy shaft before pushing my cock up against that tight hole.
Given what we’re about to do, I figure Alexei would be nervous, like he was that first night, but instead of hesitation or worry, there’s an eagerness in his expression as I push the head in. He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth.
“You good?” I ask.
“It’s just a little pressure. But stay right there. I want this. I fucking need it.”
I stay still until he urges me on, and then I inch my way in steadily, keeping my eyes on his expression, wanting to catch even the subtlest of hints at discomfort.
When I finally manage to get my cock all the way in, it’s a tight fit, my cock swelling with excitement inside him. He was right: there’s something delicious about knowing it’s just Alexei and me, with only my spit between us.
I lean down, resting my forearms on either side of him. “How’s that?”
“Just right,” he whispers as he opens his eyes. “Just keep it right there. Let me get used to it like this.”
“Just like your ass is mine, my cock’s yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
His Adam’s apple shifts as he swallows. He reaches up and rests his hand against my cheek. He studies my face for a few moments, making me curious.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“Honestly? How much I was dreading having a cock inside me, and now how it’s like I was made for yours.” He snickers. “Stupid, right?”
