Chapter 19 - Alexei #2
I rubbed one cheek, palm gliding in circles before I squeezed hard, fingers digging in. I kneaded the flesh, spreading him just enough to see the tight little hole between his cheeks.
“You’re shaking already,” I taunted softly. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
My finger traced down the cleft until it brushed against his hole. Marco flinched forward with a little gasp, trying to pull away from the touch.
My hand came down hard on his ass, a stinging smack that echoed through the room.
“Stay still,” I ordered. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
Marco yelped at the impact, body jolting before he went completely limp over the table.
“Good boy,” I praised darkly, rubbing the red handprint I left behind. “There you go. Just like that. You look so much better when you stop fighting it.”
I dragged my finger back to his hole, rubbing circles around the tight ring without pushing in yet. He was warm and soft there, fluttering under the lightest pressure.
I parted his cheeks with one hand, spreading him open completely. The sight made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
“Such a pretty little hole. So tight. So untouched. I’m going to ruin it.”
I gathered spit in my mouth, leaned down, and let it fall right between his cheeks. It landed directly on his hole and dripped down the cleft.
I watched it slide before I rubbed it in with two fingers, spreading the mess around his entrance. Marco whimpered beneath me as he stayed bent over the table.
Then I pressed the tip of my middle finger against it and slowly pushed inside.
Marco let out a broken sound as his body tried to adjust to the intrusion.
I pushed deeper, sinking my finger in all the way to the knuckle until I was buried inside him. His walls fluttered hot and tight around me.
He grabbed the table harder, body tensing.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“…A bit…”
I hummed. I slowly withdrew my finger until only the tip remained, then pushed back in again, deeper this time, curling it slightly on the way.
He made another noise.
The next time I pulled back, I added a second finger without warning and pushed both inside.
Marco cried out. His whole body jerked forward against the table.
I brought my hand down hard on his ass again, the smack loud.
“Take it, Malyshka,” I growled. “You have to learn to take my fingers before you can take my cock. You’re too fucking tight right now. I’d split you open if I tried to fuck you like this.”
He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling quickly against the wood.
“I… am…trying”
I watched the way his body tried to adjust around my two fingers, the way his hole clenched and fluttered.
I started moving both fingers inside him, scissoring them gently to stretch him open. I curled them on every push, searching for that spot that would make him fall apart.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” I said, leaning over him so my chest brushed his back.
I fucked him faster, twisting my wrist as I drove my fingers deep again and again. His body jerked with every thrust, hips twitching against the edge of the table.
I added a third finger on the next push, stretching him wider. Marco gasped, but the sound quickly melted into another moan as I started fucking him with all three.
His moans grew louder, more desperate. Every time I thrust in deep and curled my fingers, his body shuddered. I found that spot inside him and started hitting it again and again.
“You’re moaning so pretty while I stretch your tight little hole. You’re going to come just like this, aren’t you? From my fingers alone.”
Marco whimpered, the sound high and needy. His hips started moving back to meet my thrusts.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice rough. “Moan louder for me. Let me hear how good it feels. You’re mine, Malyshka. This hole belongs to me now.”
His moans turned into soft cries. His thighs trembled. I could feel him getting tighter around my fingers, his body winding tighter and tighter.
“Come,” I ordered, thrusting deep and holding there for a second before fucking him through it. “Come on my fingers. Show me how much you like being used like this.”
Marco let out a loud moan as his body seized. His hole clenched hard around my fingers, pulsing as he came.
His hole looked slick, clenching around nothing as I slowly pulled my hand away.
I straightened up behind him and reached for my belt.
“My turn,” I said as I undid my pants. I shoved them down just enough to free my cock, letting it slap against his ass.
I heard Marco swallow hard. His whole body tensed up immediately, shoulders drawing tight as he stayed bent over the desk.
I could see the fear in the way his breathing turned shallow.
His fingers gripped the edge of the table harder, but he didn’t speak.
He didn’t beg me to stop. He never did when he was scared. He just took it.
“Relax,” I murmured, leaning over him so my chest brushed his back. My cock dragged slowly between his cheeks as I spoke. “I won’t fuck you yet.”
I took my cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down his crack in strokes. The head caught on his hole with every pass, pressing against the rim without pushing in. I dragged it from the base of his spine all the way down between his cheeks and back up again, smearing precum across his skin.
“Feel that? That’s what’s going to stretch this tight little hole open one day.”
I kept moving, sliding my cock up and down his crack over and over. The head bumped and rubbed against his hole with every upward stroke, then dragged back down again. I pressed a little harder each time, but never breaching him.
“Gonna come all over this pretty little hole,” I growled. “Mark it. Claim it. You’re not ready for my cock yet… but you’re going to take my cum like a good boy anyway.”
My hips jerked faster, sliding my cock between his cheeks until the tension snapped. I came with a guttural groan, cum splattering directly onto his hole and dripping down between his cheeks. I kept grinding through it, smearing my release over his rim and cleft, painting him with every pulse.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “This hole looks so pretty covered in my cum. Bet it would look even better dripping with my cum.”
And it will, one day.