“This can’t happen again.”
13
TOMMASO
My bedroom is too quiet. Aleksandr lays on top of me with his mouth against my neck, and his dick still inside of me, and everything is far too quiet. I know what I just said, but I only know half the reason for why I said it.
“Why?” Alek asks. “I mean…I suppose I know why. For the same reasons you just told me in the living room?”
Now that I have the strength to lift my arm, I wipe the sweat from my brow.
“Yes. I know I said I shouldn’t feel guilty, that you shouldn’t feel guilty…but…” I cut my words for a second or two. “It doesn’t change the fact that this is dangerous. We shouldn’t be doing it.”
I should expect Alek to leave me, but when he leans up off of my body, pulling his length out of me and sitting up on the bed, I feel pain at his absence. Not a slight disappointment, but physical pain in my chest and stomach.
“I know it’s dangerous,” he tells me. “I also know my wife wouldn’t approve.”
I blink at him. “This isn’t about your wife,” I insist. “Not about you.”
“How isn’t it about me?” he asks. “I was just the one balls deep inside of you, Tommy.”
My jaw tightens. “It’s about…my family. Until this is all over, this is too dangerous. Anyone could see us, hear us.”
Alek nods slowly. “I’m aware of that. I still don’t understand why we can’t do it again. It’s not like we can’t…” He shakes his head. “No, never mind.”
“What is it?” I ask him as I sit up and scoot closer to him. I feel his cum dripping out of me as I do so. It makes my cock tingle with need again. I try to ignore it.
“I’m not going to beg you to fuck me, Tommaso,” Alek says harshly. “I’m not going to feed you reasons or ways. If you want me, you want me.” He turns to look me directly in the face. “Either you do or you don’t.”
“It’s not that easy,” I say. “What I want or don’t want…it doesn’t matter. What matters is we could both be killed. We shouldn’t meet unless we have business to discuss.”
“We could both be killed either way,” Alek reminds me. “They could already know. Whether we fuck or not, the Bianchi want to take your family down and they’re going to try whether I’m part of it or not. Your family will fight even if they find out about us, and I’ll still be caught on both sides. So, don’t use that fucking excuse with me.”
My breath is caught in my throat, but I manage to speak.
“They could be attempting to bomb our estate right now, and where am I? Getting my fucking back blown out by you,” I tell him.
Alek’s face goes dark and he starts to get up off the bed. “Fine. Like I said, I won’t beg you.”
Suddenly my heart is racing in my chest.
“Alek, wait!” I grab him by the wrist, catching him off guard apparently because I’m able to pull him back down onto the bed.
“What, Tommy?” Alek starts to ask but before he can get the entire sentence out, I press my mouth to his.
I kiss him firmly, but not as harshly as some of our other kisses have been. I find myself far more desperate in this moment than any other.
Alek kisses me back fervently. The heat between us quickly builds up to the temperature it was before, and the hot humid room only grows more so.
I’m not sure why I’m doing this, or perhaps I’m just not willing to admit it, even to myself. Either way, I am, in fact, kissing Aleksandr Volkov and pulling him further onto the bed against me.
Once Alek is pressed against my chest again, I roll us over until I’m on top of him, and press my groin against his. I can feel that his wet cum-slick length is already hardening against mine.
Our mouths stay pressed to each other’s, lips to lips, and tongue to tongue, as he moans into my mouth.
I’m not fully taking over our dynamic, not really. I’m still allowing him to dominate the kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth and swirls around my own, claiming it. Making it his. Being on top of him only gives me control in a minor sense, but I’m still following his movements. I follow the way his body starts to grind up against my own. I grind down against Alek at the same rhythm.
Finally, I part from the kiss, not to talk, but to trail hot kisses down his jawline to his neck.
