I moan into the kiss and let myself melt into him.
“Anything,” I whisper against his mouth. “Anything you want, Alek.”
Suddenly my blood-stained shirt is being pulled over my head and arms and tossed to the side. Alek’s head dips down to my neck and he kisses along the bruised sensitive skin there.
Each kiss ignites a fire within me. His tongue licks and laps at my skin from the crook of my neck to the front of my throat where he finally sucks me into his mouth and leaves a bright red mark of his own there.
I tilt my head back and grip the bottom hem of his shirt tightly. The scabs on my busted knuckles pull open and blood drips down my hands.
Alek shoves me onto my back on the bed, and I obey without hesitation. No bratty objection, no attempt to delay things…
I feel his mouth on my chest, licking and kissing along my tattoos, and my dick pulses with need. My head spins with pleasure.
He finally lands on one of my nipples, and toys with it with his tongue. I shiver hard and let my hands fall to the bed where I grip the blankets.
“Fuck,” I mumble as he bites my nipple and pulls at it slightly before letting it go.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he whispers against my wet nipple and sends a thrill through me. He uses one of his hands to tweak at the opposite nipple and I can’t help but groan in response.
The pain throughout my battered body only seems to make the pleasure even better.
Alek’s mouth pops off my nipple with a soft wet sound, and he starts to kiss down my chest to my stomach. I can feel the anticipation in my body with every single wet warm kiss. I squirm underneath his touch and my back arches as his fingers undo the buttons on my jeans.
“Do you want your cock in my mouth, baby boy?” he asks me in a low raspy tone. His accent even sexier than usual.
I grunt and try to get the words out but my head is already so fuzzy.
His fingers trail along the outline of my hard length in my boxers. “Use your words,” he says.
I rock my hips against his hand and suck in a breath, trying to find those words.
“Y-Yes,” I say. “Yes, Sir.” I close my eyes and imagine his mouth around me. Warm, wet, perfect. My dick throbs needily in my boxers and I gasp as he pulls my jeans and boxers down at the same time, and it springs free.
He doesn’t go directly for it though, much to my disappointment. Instead, his mouth presses to one of my strong thighs and he kisses up, and up.
“Alek,” I moan.
He chuckles against my skin, and the flutter of breath makes me shudder.
“Patience,” he whispers.
All I can do is grip the blanket tighter and feel the precum leaking out of my tip as he kisses around my length to my other thigh and starts to suck on my skin. His tongue laps at my skin and teeth grind against the sensitive spot as he marks me. When he lets go, it’s wet and the slightly cooler air in the room wafts against it and makes me sigh.
“I want to mark every inch of you,” he tells me. “Every inch of you is mine, do you understand?”
I swallow the saliva pooling my mouth before I speak. “Every fucking inch,” I agree.
Alek hums as he kisses the spot he just marked, and then drags his tongue up a few more inches before taking my skin into his mouth once more and sucking. The skin around my thighs isfragile and covered in goosebumps. Each mark he makes elicits a low moan from my throat.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please…Sir.” My head is dizzy, but it goes even more so as I feel his hand wrap around the base of my dick and start to stroke me.
His palm is softer than my own, hand smaller, but it feels so fucking good.
I arch up into his touch and Alek jerks me off slow and steady.
His mouth slides off my thigh and I feel his breath waft over the head of my cock. My own breath hitches in my throat, and I feel my hips tense.
“Alek…please,” I say breathlessly.
