“Watch me,” he says, voice low and dangerous. I can feel him getting hard again against my thigh.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant,” I try to amend, but he’s already looking at me with that predatory hunger.
He kisses me once, hard and possessive, then starts moving down my body. His mouth finds my neck, my chest, drags lower and lower until he’s between my legs again. I’m still sensitive, still trembling from the first round, and when he spreads me open with his hands, I gasp.
“Alexei, what are you—Oh fuck.”
His tongue drags across my hole, and I jolt, oversensitive and shocked. He’s licking his own cum out of me, groaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and the obscenity of it makes my spent cock twitch with interest.
“That feels amazing,” I breathe, hands fisting in the sheets.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue pushes inside, licking deeper, tasting himself mixed with me, and the filthy wet sounds fill the room. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. My body doesn’t know if it wants to pull away or push closer.
“I can’t, I just came, I?—”
He pulls back just enough to speak, voice rough. “You can. And you will.”
Then his mouth is on me again, tongue fucking into me while his hands grip my thighs and hold me open. The sensation is overwhelming, the slide of his tongue against oversensitive nerves making me shake. I’m getting hard again, and I shouldn’t be, it’s too soon, but he’s relentless.
“Christ—”
He hums against me, and the vibration makes me cry out. His tongue works deeper, licking and sucking, cleaning his cum out of me like he’s starving for it. One hand slides up to wrap around my hardening cock, and I nearly come apart right there.
“That’s it,zaychik,” he murmurs against my skin. “Get hard for me again. I’m not done with you yet.”
And god help me, my body obeys. I’m fully hard again, aching and desperate, while his tongue continues its filthy assault.
He pulls back, chin slick, eyes dark with hunger. “Ready for round two?”
I nod frantically, beyond words.
He slicks himself up again and lines up at my entrance. I’m already open, already wet from his tongue and the mess we made, and when he pushes in this time, it’s easier. Still a stretch, still overwhelming, but my body takes him readily.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he groans, bottoming out in one smooth thrust.
This time there’s no slow build-up. He sets a brutal pace immediately, fucking into me hard and deep, exactly like he promised. Each thrust punches sounds out of me, desperate and loud, and I don’t even try to muffle them this time.
“That’s it,” he says, voice thick. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know who’s fucking you senseless.”
His angle is perfect, hitting my prostate with every stroke, and I’m already close again. My body is overstimulated, trembling, caught between too much and not enough.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
I wrap my hand around myself and stroke in time with his thrusts. It only takes a few pulls before I’m there, gasping his name as I come for the second time, painting my stomach with weaker spurts.
He fucks me through it, chasing his own release, and when he comes again, he buries himself deep and groans my name.
We collapse together, both wrecked and gasping.
My alarm goes off,and I groan. I reach for my phone, miss it, and it clatters to the floor, still ringing. He shifts behind me, arms tightening around my waist.
“Make it shut up.”
“You need to let go of me then,” I say, barely opening my eyes.
He groans and releases me so I can roll over and reach for my phone to turn off the alarm, then crawl back into his warmth. My ass is aching after last night because he kept his promise and fucked me so hard I genuinely don’t think I can go to work today. His arms wrap around me again, his heat making my eyes want to close.
I eventually force myself off the bed. My skin prickles. I glance out the window at a dark, cold fall morning and already dread the day ahead.
