He marked me, now it’s my turn to mark him.
As if he knows exactly what’s coming, Alek tilts his head to the side and gives me better access to his neck. I kiss along the skin of his neck once, then twice, before I suck it into my mouth and bite at it. He moans underneath me, and I can feel the goosebumps riding on his skin, even in my mouth.
I let go of the spot in my mouth and bite down on another just next to it. His skin tastes as salty and musky as it smells, and I love every bit of it.
Feeling Alek shift and grind underneath me is enough to send all the blood in my body rushing downward to my damp cock. I don’t need anymore time than I’ve been given to be ready to go again, and despite what I just told him…I’m kissing and licking his red little wounds as I grind my dick down against his.
Alek places his hands on my hips and starts to rock his hips up against me with more vigor. Our hard lengths rub against each other easily thanks to the cum and sweat on our bodies.
The sting of the cuts on my thighs only brings me more pleasure.
Not a single word is spoken as we writhe and grind. Our hips crash against each other like waves in a storm.
Breathless and dripping with sweat, I grind my cock against his faster and needier. His hand slides from my hip to one of my ass cheeks where his fingers dig into the flesh there so perfectly. I grunt and groan into his shoulder until his mouth captures mine and every sound I make is echoed into his mouth and out into mine.
“Ah,” I pant out at the same time as him, our tongues flicking against each other.
Suddenly, I hear him saying something in Russian but I’m not sure what is it. All I know is the next second he’s grasping me so tightly that it hurts. I dive into his kiss again. Our teeth clash, lips stick, and my tongue is assaulted by his in a swirling dance inside my mouth. He dominates me even from underneath me. With his fingers biting into my ass cheek and his tongue controlling mine.
The pressure is building up inside me, and I can’t take it anymore. All I can do as my length pulses is tremble against Alek and let my cum squirt between us.
He comes at the same time as me, if not a split second after. Alek’s cum mixes with mine, smearing between our bodies as we squirm and rock our hips.
The sound of complete pleasure that comes from Alek’s mouth in an orchestra of moaning and grunting makes me shiver hard as the last of my cum drips from my tip.
I relax on top of him, and his head tilts back against the pillows. My head dives for the crook of his shoulder.
This is where I stay for several long moments as I catch my breath. As the dark fog of sleep starts to come over me.
I feel shifting underneath me as I’m falling asleep, but I don’t process it. I simply breath in the scent of sex and sweat on Alek’s skin and let myself go.
When I wake up the room is cold, and Alek is gone.
At first, I think perhaps he is in the bathroom or even in the kitchen getting himself something to drink. I come to the conclusion that he is nowhere in my apartment very quickly.
Disappointment hits me. It shouldn’t. I don’t deserve to feel it. After all, I told him it couldn’t happen again. I told him not to come to me unless it was for business.
What did I expect? To wake up with him sleeping peacefully beside me or making toast and eggs in the kitchen?
I swallow down the lump in my throat and immediately make my way to the shower. I have to wash him off me. All of it. Not just off me, but from inside of me.
As the hot water rushes down over my skin and sore muscles, I remember the way he feels inside of me. Stretching me as I milk him for everything he’s worth. As he uses me just like I wanted him too.
My cock is already hard again. The heat from the shower is overwhelming combined with how hot my body is.
I try not to think about it as I wash myself. As my hands roam my body, soapy and wet… It’s far more difficult than I’d like to admit.
At least until I remember the fact that he wasn’t there when I woke up. He left. My heart sinks in my chest and it’s no longer as difficult to ignore my erection. This irritates me. I shouldn’t feel sad—I shouldn’t feel anything.
Yet, I do. I remember the pain in his eyes and voice when he told me about his wife and his guilt over her death, and I feel an ache in the pit of my stomach.
I growl and slam my fist against the shower wall.
“Get over it,” I tell myself. “Stop thinking about him. If he wanted to be here he would.”
Tough words for a man who told Alek that what I want or don’t want doesn’t matter. It’s the job that matters. The business we’re meant to be doing together.
My fist tightens and I squeeze my eyes closed.
