Chapter 9
ALEXEI
Throughout Matteo’s massage, I’ve taken deep, relaxing breaths, my eyes rolling back from the soothing release.
But when he bites at my ass, I gasp, reveling in the sensation before he offers another lick, then a gentle kiss.
A wave of adrenaline courses through me, and excitement mixes with curiosity.
Why did he want to do that? And why did I like it?
As his lips pull away from my flesh, his warm hand rubs against my ass cheek. It’s not like when he was massaging my back. This doesn’t feel like it’s for me, just him greedily exploring my body.
“As bitable as I thought it would be,” he says in a deeper voice than usual. He sounds so full of desire, so hungry for it. He slides his hand between my cheeks. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He massages around the rim with his index and middle fingers.
My hole is still wet with the lube I applied, and he probes, pushing the tip of his index finger inside.
Another rush of energy, emerging from my pelvis, and he pushes deeper and deeper, until he hits a tender spot.
My nerves buzz with excitement, starting at the spot and radiating out.
“Fuck,” I mutter as he gets me shaking again, this time not from anxiety. It’s as though he’s detonated a sequence of sparks, sending pulses of sensation rushing through me. “That’s what the prostate does? Holy hell.” My skin prickles with life as my body continues vibrating.
“So right there?” Matteo says, rubbing gently in the same spot, igniting the same nerves and even more. My dick’s a rock, wedged between my abs and the mattress. It’s as though his massage has made him an expert on my body as he applies the perfect amount of pressure.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I confess, as if I even need to tell him.
He pulls his finger back, but that sensation was so good, so intoxicating.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. I can’t even fight the words before they escape my mouth.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna make it even better,” he says, pushing two fingers in. The panic that set in when he pulled away dissipates as a slight pressure builds, and as he takes his time opening me up, I can’t help wondering… What am I doing? Why am I liking this?
But all my questions are overridden by the pleasure he’s giving me. I don’t feel nervous anymore. Just desperate for him to keep going, keep letting me discover this unexplored part of myself.
He rubs both fingers against that spot, and I push my ass closer to him.
“How does that feel?” he asks.
“Fuck, you can’t tell?”
He snickers, like he’s just loving what he’s doing to me. “Of course I can. I just want to hear you tell me.”
“It feels amaz-ing.” The word breaks up as another surge of energy rushes through me. “It feels like I don’t even know what I’ve been doing before I tried this.”
His tongue meets my flesh again, at the small of my back, and runs along my spine as he crawls up my body, his fingers still toying with me within. His mouth is so wet, so warm. When he reaches the middle of my back, he offers another gentle kiss, and my skin prickles with sensation.
“Mmmm,” he says. “You taste good.”
I glance over my shoulder. There’s a determination in his expression that’s unlike anything I’ve seen when I’ve looked at him before. A smile tugs at his lips before he leans down and bites at my back.
Between the relief from his massage and these surges of excitement he’s activated within me, I know what I want. “Matteo, I’m ready.”
“I know,” he breathes into my flesh.
He kisses back down to my ass, withdrawing his fingers, leaving my body aching with desire.
“Do you want to ride me like before?”
“I think this might work better.” He’s clearly good at what he’s doing, and if we start swapping places and I start trying to line his cock up again, my nerves are gonna get the best of me. “Does that work for you?” I ask.
“I think I can make that work.” His tone’s dripping with sarcasm. “Hand me the lube.”
I pass it to him, and he readies himself, then generously offers my ass some more.
The mattress shifts as he repositions himself, his knees depressing the space between my legs as he pushes them farther apart.
My uneasiness returns, though it’s not nearly as intense as when we started.
As though he’s intuited that, he rests a hand against my ass, his caresses setting me at ease the way his massage did.
Then he slides his cock between my cheeks, the head against my hole.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Nice and slow, okay?”
Another breath. “Yeah.”
Despite how nervous I am, I’m suddenly excited too.
There’s the slight pressure as he works his head inside me. He takes his time, letting my ass adjust to his size. As he inches in, my nerves are on edge from the anticipation, the promise that he’s gonna hit that spot again.
And again and again…
I’d only recently considered what it’d be like to get fucked by a man, but I wasn’t expecting to want it—no, need it—as badly as I do now.
His cock pushes steadily in, farther and farther, until there’s that sensation again, pooling through me.
“Fuck,” I breathe as my body opens right up for him, allowing him to get his hips against my ass.
He leans down, his chest resting against my back as his hands slide under my arms. “How’s that feel?” he asks, his breath slamming against the side of my face. “Not so bad?”
I laugh, glancing over my shoulder, seeing his cocked brow. “You know damn well it’s better than that.”
“Oh, so having my cock inside you isn’t the horrifying nightmare you thought it’d be?”
I can’t fight back my grin. Wild to think how nervous we started, and now he’s balls-deep in me.
He nibbles at my shoulder, then offers a few kisses against it, and I feel him pull out slightly before pushing back in. His cock against my prostate has me moaning as he stimulates me again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
“God, your ass feels so good. It makes me sorry I haven’t tried this with a guy sooner.”
“I could say the same about that dick.” If anything, I’m pissed at myself for never experimenting with my prostate, never exploring enough to feel this high…the way he’s got me climbing, the energy that’s radiating from my pelvis shooting up my body.
He picks up the pace, his thrusts making a slapping sound as his hips ram against my ass, shaking the mattress.
I’m a fit of quivers and spasms as our bodies collide, my nerves alive with sensation, my cock hard as fuck, rubbing against the sheet beneath me.
My face warms as he fucks me until we’re a mess of pants and moans, our movements like we’ve surrendered to the primal impulses that drive us.
Finally he stops drilling me and leans back, his hands gripping my sides. “Get up on your knees.”
I barely think before obeying. Given what he’s doing for my body, I’d do just about anything he fucking asked me to right now.
Soon, we’re on our knees, and he hooks his arm around me, gripping my shaft. His free hand glides across my flesh to my abs.
“Oh, so you do like it?” he teases.
And now I’m chuckling again. “Shut the hell up and keep fucking me.”
He doesn’t let me down. And as he pounds me, he pumps my cock. I’m overstimulated, my mind struggling with which pleasure to focus on as he massages my ass and cock. I finally get what all the hype is around getting laid by this guy.
Although, I must admit, I’m proud of myself for being able to take his cock and of the way I meet each of his thrusts, pushing my ass back, my body acting on its own, demanding he take me all the way.
Heat radiates from his body, more intense than what I’d expect from body heat before he says, “I’m getting close, Alexei.”
A new sort of relief moves through me—this time, the awareness that despite all my anxiety and fears, we might really be able to do this. I claw at the mattress, the pressure in me climbing too fast, and it’s too much for me as I call out, my cock shooting across the sheet beneath me.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Matteo says as he drills me. “I’m almost there.”
This heat he’s giving off shoots right through me, making my face pulse with warmth.
“Do it. Come in me,” I plead, and it doesn’t have anything to do with the spell.
A few claps against my ass in quick succession are followed by one intense, distinct slap, and the way his hips keep pressed against my ass for a few beats longer before he starts to back up, assures me he’s emptying his load inside me. Instinctively, I keep pushing my ass back, milking him.
But I have to be practical for what I need for the spell. “Get it in nice and deep,” I tell him, and he shoves his cock in as far as he can, leaning down against my back, hooking his arms around me as he catches his breath.
I’m still alive with the high of my orgasm, but it’s not just that.
We did it.
We really fucking did it.
I sigh with relief as I start to come down from the intensity of what we experienced.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Thank you.”
*
After we catch our breaths, I finish the ritual, and we slide under the cover, our heads against the pillows. The room’s silent except for the sound of us catching our breaths.
I’m struggling to process what just happened. One minute I was terrified, the next taking it like a champ. And now even without his cock inside me, I’m enjoying the lingering sensation, trying to hold on to what it felt like when we were really going at it.
“Well, fuck,” he says, turning his head toward me. His face is bright red, sweat still sliding down his forehead, and I’m surprised by the amount of heat he’s giving off.
“You good?”
“More than good.” He grins.
“I meant, you look like you just ran a marathon.”
“Didn’t I?” he jokes. “It was a little like I had a fever toward the end, but flushing is a side effect of the sildenafil, so I assume that’s what it is.”