Chapter 32 - Alexei #2
I wasn’t good at thinking when it came to Marco. I had never been. From the first moment I touched him, my mind had gone somewhere else.
I carried him away from the wall and toward the bedroom. I laid him down on the bed and he looked up at me.
I kissed his jaw then down below, my mouth learning the geography of him the way I had learned it a hundred times before and would learn it a hundred times more.
He arched into me, his body lifting off the mattress, seeking contact, seeking pressure, seeking anything that would take him out of himself and put him somewhere else.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve got you, Malyshka.”
Then I gave him what he needed.
His green ribbon was still slightly askew in his curls. I reached up and tugged it free, letting the soft fabric fall somewhere on the sheets.
“Stay still,” I said.
He nodded, breathing hard already.
I started with his shirt. My fingers worked the buttons open one by one.
The fabric parted, revealing the pale line of his chest, the faint rise and fall that I watched too carefully these days.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, tossing it aside.
Then I went for his pants. I unbuttoned them, dragged the zipper down, and hooked my fingers into the waistband of both the pants and his underwear.
I pulled everything off in one motion, over his hips, down his thighs, past his ankles.
When he was naked under me I sat back on my heels for a moment and just looked.
He was hard already, cock resting against his stomach, the tip shiny. His thighs trembled slightly. His hands were fisted in the sheets beside his head like he didn’t trust himself to reach for me yet.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
He made a small sound in the back of his throat and turned his face away, embarrassed. I caught his chin and made him look at me again.
“Don’t hide”
I leaned over him and opened the nightstand drawer. The bottle of lube was right where I left it. I grabbed it, uncapped it, and poured a generous amount onto my fingers. The liquid was cool against my skin. I warmed it between my hands for a second, then reached down between his legs.
Marco’s breath hitched the moment my slick fingers brushed his hole.
“Alexei—”
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
I circled the tight ring slowly, coating him, pressing just enough to feel him flutter under the touch. Then I pushed the tip of one finger inside. He gasped, hips twitching. I worked it deeper, until I was buried to the knuckle. His walls clenched around me, hot and tight.
“Breathe,” I told him. “Just like that. Good boy.”
I added a second finger. The stretch made him whimper. His hands flew up to my shoulders, fingers digging in. I scissored gently, curling and twisting, searching for the spot that always made him fall apart. When I found it he cried out, back arching off the bed.
“There,” I said, voice rough. “Feel that?”
“Y-yes—ah—”
I kept working him open, two fingers moving in and out, spreading him, preparing him for more. The sounds he made were perfect.
“You’re so tight,” I murmured. “Still so fucking tight for me.”
He nodded frantically, like he couldn’t form words. I twisted my wrist and brushed that spot again. His cock jumped against his stomach, leaking a thin string of precum onto his skin.
“Please,” he whispered. “Alexei, please—”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. I need…I need you inside me. Now.”
I pulled my fingers free. He made a needy little sound at the loss. I reached for the lube again, poured more into my palm, and stroked it over my cock. I was already hard enough that it almost hurt. I lined myself up against him, the blunt head of my cock pressing against his stretched hole.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
His eyes locked onto mine.
I pushed in.
In one long, continuous thrust I buried myself inside him to the hilt. The tight heat of him swallowed me completely. Marco’s entire body jerked. A gasp tore from his throat. His eyes flew wide, then filled with tears almost immediately. His hands scrambled at my shoulders, nails digging in.
“Alexei…oh god….you’re…..you’re so big—”
“I know,” I growled, staying completely still so he could adjust. “You’re taking me so well.”
He was shaking under me, tears slipping down his temples into his hair. His hole clenched and fluttered around my cock in frantic little pulses.
“It hurts,” he whimpered. “It’s too much—”
I leaned down and kissed the tears from the corner of his eye. “But you’re still asking for more, aren’t you?”
His hips shifted under me, the tiniest rock that made us both groan.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Please. Move. I need you to move.”
I pulled back slowly until only the head remained inside him, then thrust back in just as deep.
The sound he made was wrecked. I set a steady rhythm, making sure he felt every thick inch of me dragging along his walls.
His legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me closer even as the tears kept coming.
“Fuck, Malyshka,” I rasped against his mouth. “You feel perfect. Always so perfect around me.”
“Alexei….harder—”
I gave him harder. My hips snapped forward, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Every thrust punched a moan out of him.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I ordered.
“You,” he gasped. “I belong to you….only you—”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Alexei….please, I’m yours—”
I fucked him deeper, angling up so the head of my cock dragged over his prostate with every thrust. His eyes rolled back. More tears spilled. His hands left my shoulders and fisted in the sheets above his head, body arching into every stroke.
“That’s it,” I praised. “Take it. Take every inch. You were made for this cock. Made to be fucked open by me and no one else.”
“Don’t stop—”
I didn’t stop. I kept the pace relentless, watching the way his face twisted with pleasure and overstimulation, the way his tears made his lashes clump together, the way his mouth stayed open on continuous soft cries.
One of my hands slid down between us and wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts.
“You’re going to come for me,” I told him. “You’re going to come while I’m buried so deep you can’t think about anything else. Understand?”
I twisted my wrist on the upstroke and thrust hard.
Marco’s entire body seized. A broken sob tore out of him as he came, cock pulsing in my hand, spilling hot between us.
His hole clamped down around me. I fucked him through it, drawing out every tremor until he was whimpering and twitching under me.
Only then did I let myself go.
I buried myself to the hilt one last time and came hard, groaning against his neck as I filled him.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. I could feel my cum starting to leak out around my cock where we were still joined. I didn’t pull out yet. I just pressed my forehead to his and stroked his damp curls back from his face.
“You did so well,” I murmured. “My good boy. My little star.”
Marco’s eyes were still wet. His fingers traced absently along the back of my neck.
“Stay,” he whispered. “Just… stay inside me a little longer.”
And I did. All night.