“Shhh. I’ve got you.”
I pull out and grab another lube from my pants, rip it, and pour more onto my length.
I position myself and push in, slow at first. He’s looser now, easier, but still so tight it makes my whole body jerk. I glance down and watch my dick stretching him open, disappearing into him inch by inch. “Fuck, look at you,” I say roughly. “Opening up for me.”
He gasps when I bottom out.
I stay there a moment to let him adjust. Thighs trembling, eyes wide and glassy, mouth open. When he nods, I draw out and sink back in harder. Grip his knee to hold him open while I start to move faster, working him open with every thrust. “You think I’ll ever let anyone else have you?” My voice is rough, breath catching. “Ty moy.” You are mine.
He tries to speak, but nothing comes out except messy little gasps and curses, hands flying up to cover his mouth. I don’t let him. I grab his wrist and pull it away, shake my head while I keep fucking him. “Let me hear you.”
Each thrust hits deeper, the sound obscene. I can’t hold back. Can’t even think. Every squeeze around me drags me closer to the edge. When I glance down and see his cock twitching against his stomach, I almost lose it.
“Feels so good,” he gasps.
I grab him and start jerking him, fast and tight. He barely lasts. He seizes and spills across his stomach and my hand. I smear it with my thumb, then bring it to my mouth, licking it clean while I stare into his eyes.
That’s what finally does it. I slam into him harder, chasing the heat, everything coiling tight in my gut. My cock swells, and I come inside of him with a deep groan, thrusting hard until I’m empty.
The second I pull out, I drop to my knees between his legs and hook his thighs over my shoulders, opening him upcompletely. I was raised to finish my meals, and I don’t give a fuck that his legs are shaking or that his cock is oversensitive and twitching.
I press my mouth to his cum-soaked hole, tongue sliding inside. The taste of myself mixed with him makes me groan against his skin. His whole body trembles as I lick deeper, chasing every drop.
“Alexei—oh fuck.”
My hand finds his cock, still half-hard and slick. He hisses when I wrap my fingers around him, but I don’t stop. I work him with firm strokes while my mouth stays busy between his cheeks, catching every sound, every reaction.
He shudders, swears, begs. I feel him clench around my tongue as I alternate between licking up my mess and fucking him with my tongue. His cock hardens in my grip, and I know he’s close again. A soft gasp, then he’s coming hard, hot jets shooting over my hand and his stomach while he shakes apart above me.
I hold out my hand to help him up. He’s shaking slightly, so I pull him against me and wrap my arms around him, running my hand up and down his back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Stop saying sorry,” I mutter into his hair, breathing in that coconut-lime scent like it’s oxygen. “If it was too much, you can tell me.”
“No. It was perfect.” He lets out an exhausted little laugh. “I’m completely wrecked. Thanks for basically ruining every other date we’re ever going to go on.”
“Good.” I press my mouth to the side of his head. “Glad you liked it,zaychik.”
He wipes at his eyes quickly.
I grab his chin, tilting his face toward me. “Did I hurt you?”
His eyes are red and wet, not crying exactly, but full, like whatever he’s been holding inside finally cracked and there’s no space left to hide it. It hits me harder than it should, right in the heart, worse than any bullet I’ve ever taken. It makes something go cold and hollow inside me, seeing him like this and knowing I might have caused it, even if he says I didn’t.
“I’m fine,” he whispers. “Sorry.”
That word again.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
He shakes his head and folds himself against me with his arms around my waist, his face against my shirt like he’s trying to disappear completely.
“It’s nothing,” he mumbles into the fabric. “You’re perfect, okay?”
No. It’s definitely not nothing.
