Chapter 15
MATTEO
As I rub my firm cock against that ass, his kisses intensify.
Maybe it wasn’t such a shitty idea to make kissing off-limits because now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t know how to pry myself away from his delicious mouth.
Being around Alexei today has been an emotional roller coaster. Starting my day with confusion, then sharing my darkest pain, and now letting all that fade to the background as I’m lost in pleasure, his passionate kiss luring me far away from my troubles.
The awkward position we’re in makes us clumsy, chuckling as he repositions so he’s on his back, his legs hooked around me as I rub my crotch against him.
It reminds me of that night, opening him up, watching his expressions when I discovered his prostate.
Pleased that I could take what was one of the most stressful nights of his life and turn it into one of the most fun.
I’m not thinking, only going off instinct as I seize his wrists, pinning them at his sides. “Alexei,” I say in a breath, pulling my lips away from his mouth and nibbling at his neck.
Before I have a chance to ask—beg—for him to let me take him, he says, “Fuck me, Matteo. Please.”
There’s nothing funny about this, yet I find myself releasing a nervous chuckle, like my body’s so relieved this is really gonna happen. I need the release of all this tension.
I trail kisses down his neck, my nose running along his flesh as I reach his Adam’s apple and take it between my teeth, offering a soft lick.
As I continue kissing down him, I relax my grip against his wrists.
I move one hand to the hem of his henley, lifting it up to his neck so I can bury my face against his chest. I bite his pec, then run my tongue along his flesh to his nipple, swirling my tongue around the rim.
He arches his back, and I glide my hand over his abs, around his side, to the small of his back as I tease his nipple with my tongue.
My cock is painfully hard, and I can feel myself leaking in my boxers.
“Goddammit, you’re addictive,” I confess before teasing his nipple some more. His body quivers beneath me as he releases a soft moan.
I kiss down his torso, taking my time as I crawl backward, exploring his abdomen with my mouth as though my tongue’s trying to memorize the grooves between his muscles.
I grip the flesh near his navel between my teeth, tugging gently before continuing to the fly of his pants.
I pop the buttons, then slide his pants down until I see the head of his cock poking out of the waistband of his boxers.
My lips and tongue get a little rest as I pull his pants and boxers down, exposing his gorgeous shaft.
Gorgeous?
Never thought that about a dick before, but I’d never considered what I’m thinking about now before Alexei.
I’m so curious, so intrigued, knowing it’ll surely taste as good as the rest of him, so I lean down and run my tongue up along the side.
Relief courses through me, as though this is a desire my body’s always had and I just never knew.
His cock pulses, lifting from his abs, giving me a chance to explore it with my tongue.
“Please don’t tease it like that,” Alexei says. “That’s too cruel. Fuck.”
“I’m not planning to be cruel.”
It’s a fucking promise.
I’m surprised by my words, but I fully intend to stand by them. And if Alexei was able to take a cock in his ass during his first time with a man, surely I can try this.
I kiss the soft flesh under the head of his cock, allowing the head into my mouth.
Something about this feels so natural, so right.
I steadily allow more of him in, feeling his flesh against the walls of my mouth, along my tongue.
I slide it in and out subtly, getting a feel of what it would be like to really be going at it on a man’s cock.
Feels as though we’ve been doing things backward, starting with fucking and now learning about these other ways to pleasure Alexei.
As he moans, I find myself taking him even deeper. A salty taste rushes into my mouth, tingling at my tongue.
Precum?
I pull off him. “God, you taste good.” I crave even more as I stick him back into my mouth. It’s a treat I relish as I bob up and down. His cock firms even more, and as I speed up my movements, he runs his fingers through my hair. He offers gentle strokes, encouraging my work.
“Fuck, yeah, Matteo, that feels so fucking good,” he says in a low, breathy voice.
My hard-on constricts in the crotch of my pants. Blowing him has made me so painfully hard.
“Please don’t make me come like this,” he whispers. “I need that cock inside me again.”
I want that too, but now that I have his cock in my mouth, discovering my love for it, I want to be blowing him and fucking him at the same time. Damn the limitations of a fucking body.
I force myself to release him, letting his wet cock drop against his abs, but giving it one more selfish lick before leaning back. Grabbing his pants and boxers by the waistbands, I pull them down his legs, dragging them from his body before tossing them off the side of the bed.
“Please tell me you keep lube in this nightstand,” I say. “I don’t want to waste time. I just want to get my cock in that hole and remember how good it can feel.”
He wears an amused expression. “Of course.”
I grab his legs and pull him to the edge of the bed as I step off, positioning him for me.
“Keep right there, ready for me,” I tell him, and he obeys, holding the backs of his thighs as I strip down and find the lube. When I return to him, I offer some for his hole, then ready myself and place the bottle on the nightstand.
As he’s lying there, I take a step back, admiring the view. My dick firms in my grip.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Kind of hot seeing you displaying yourself for me.”
He snickers. “I don’t know why I feel so fucking needy for it.”
I step closer, patting the head of my dick against his ass cheek, beside his hole. “Well, I don’t really care about why, just that you are.”
He bites his bottom lip as I push the head against that tight hole. Once I get the head in, his body relaxes. This is nothing like that first time. He’s not tense and anxious. He’s ready and willing. Eager, even. And I feel it in how much easier it is to get that first inch in, then the next.
“You’re opening right up for me, aren’t you?” I say as he rolls his head back. I watch his expression, so relaxed, so at ease.
Once I’m halfway inside, I grip his thighs, steadily making my way in, and I know the moment I’ve hit his prostate by the way his back arches and a lengthy moan escapes his lips. It urges me on, but I take my time until his ass welcomes me fully.
He has the faintest hint of a smile on his face. “Did much better this time, didn’t I?” he asks, like he wants validation for his achievement, and I’m happy to give it.
“You took me perfectly.”
His smile expands into a broad grin, and he looks up at me with eager eyes. These aren’t the eyes I’ve seen when he’d looked so on edge. Or when he told me about his brother. Or last night when he was so worried about me.
I push in and out, slow, subtle movements.
His mouth opens, his cock shifting over his abs.
I watch his face as I thrust. Seeing his expression all twisted up with pleasure, that mouth hanging open, fuck, I can’t stand it, and I release his legs, leaning down and taking a kiss.
His legs wrap around me, his ass rocking in sync with me, both of us eagerly exploring this experience.
We become a series of sucks, licks, nips as we pick up the pace, and soon, he pulls away, calling out, “Matteo. Oh fuck, Matteo,” which only encourages me more.
“I love you calling out my name while I fuck you.” I keep fucking him before telling him, “Put your arms around me.” As he obeys, I lean back, taking his legs again as I crawl onto the bed with him, laying him back down before kissing and drilling into him.
Working up a sweat as I kiss and offer a soft bite against the side of his face.
My fingers slide through his thick locks, up to the back of his head. An impulse moves through me, and as though intuiting it, he pulls away from our kisses long enough to say, “It’s…okay. You can…pull it.”
I give a cautious tug. With his throat exposed for me, I kiss it as passionately as I kissed his mouth. I love the way Alexei submits to me, love how in this moment it’s just the two of us, reveling in pleasure.
I pull away, glancing down at him once again as I release my grip on his hair and keep my hand against the back of his head, turning him to face me.
I’ve always seen him as a sexy motherfucker, but in this moment, with his face banged up, knowing more about the dents in his soul, seeing how he can still experience this pleasure despite all that I know lurks behind those blue eyes, he’s not just sexy to me, he’s beautiful.
He grabs his cock and pumps it as we stare each other down. I speed up, his ass clapping in quick succession as I really bury my cock in his hole. Pressure mounting. I’m fucking soaring.
“Matteo, fuck yeah. Fuck me.”
A bead of sweat falls from my forehead, and I wipe at it before taking his mouth again.
“Come inside me, Matteo. I fucking need you in me right now.”
As though he’s summoned it from me, the pressure climbs so quickly, so intensely, before sensation ripples through me, seizing control of my movements. I take his lip between my teeth, grunting as my orgasm tears through me and I explode inside him.
“Keep going. Right there,” he begs, and I’m steady, desperate to satisfy him when I feel him vibrate, before glancing down and seeing his load shoot in ropes across his abs.
In no time, my lips are back on his, and I keep my cock in deep as I push my body up against him so I can feel his cum wedged between us. He takes my face in his hands as we keep kissing furiously, like neither of us is willing to let go of this moment.
Not yet.
Not for as long as we can fucking help it.