9. Tommaso #2
The side of Alek’s gun presses to my hip, and his mouth freezes against mine. Just for a second. Then our eyes seem to close at the same moment, and he’s kissing me back.
My light stubble brushes against his clean-shaven face and Alek groans into the kiss. For a brief second, I think that I’m going to be taking control of the kiss, but then he overpowers me in an instant. He forces my mouth open with his tongue and slides it around mine.
My hands reach for his sides and I feel his free hand grip at the front of my shirt, pulling me up slightly to match his height. His hands, despite being smaller and slenderer than my own, are strong and agile.
The taste of Alek on my tongue tends shockwaves of arousal down to my already semi-hard cock and I can’t help but push myself against him and his gun, and his own dick in his trousers.
Suddenly the kiss parts and he takes several steps back from me.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he asks. “You make me…completely irrational.”
I suck in a breath, my eyes hooded as I look at him standing there several feet away.
“Are you sure it’s me making you that way?” I ask, licking my lips. “Our first meeting…you weren’t exactly rational.”
He huffs and shoves his gun into his holster before walking over and sitting down on the end of the bed.
“This can’t happen,” he says simply. “Not again.”
I swallow hard. “You’re right.”
He glances up at me as though he was hoping I’d say the opposite. But then nods slowly.
“It’s wrong, but not for the reasons you might think,” he says quickly. “For reasons that I carry on my shoulders. I can’t have…I can’t let you…” Alek shakes his head.
I walk over to stand in front of him and look down. He’s looking at the floor now, a vacant expression in his eyes.
“Look, you ain’t gotta tell me why…but at least tell me what the Carvels want,” I say. “I know it’s nothing good.”
Alek sighs and shakes his head. “They want to make a deal with the Bianchis,” he explains.
“They want to help take you, the Dresvanni family, down. They don’t have many men on their side, but they apparently got a new deal of arms recently and can do a decent amount of damage if they side up with a bigger organization. ”
“Of course,” I spit out the words. “They’re always trying to nose their way into shit.”
“If I don’t bring this to Stephan, he might find out from someone else and question why I didn’t talk to him about it,” Alek tells me. “It’s a risky move either way, but it is more likely that I’ll get caught earlier than we want if I don’t tell them.”
“You’re right, you need to tell him,” I agree. “You can find out more about what both sides want that way. You just need to make sure you take out the Calvers before they can get too far in the way.”
Alek nods and looks up at me finally. It’s quiet for a moment, and I see the look of desire in his eyes still.
I feel it in my bones. Need. Arousal. It’s so much more than even a physical need, I find myself aching for him in more ways than I understand.
I step between his knees as he sits on the bed.
“Tommy,” he mumbles.
“Alek,” I whisper.
I know I shouldn’t. I feel the pull both away from him and to him, but the pull to him is far stronger.
“Our lives are on the line,” he reminds me.
“I know,” I whisper. I slowly lower myself down onto my knees on the floor.
“Your family is counting on me to see this job through. If I get caught…if we get caught…”
“I know.”
I look up at him while kneeling between his knees and feel my length throbbing inside of my pants.
I’m shadowed by him, and looking into his stormy eyes, I see guilt there that is mirrored by my own feelings. Yet, it’s different. It’s not quite the same.
“You don’t understand,” he tells me. “Living with myself after…” He shakes his head and closes his eyes.
“We already live with so much,” I say slowly. “Death, blood, fear, anger. What’s another thing?”
I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I slide my hands up onto his thighs and my eyes shift down to his lap. I see the outline of his cock in his pants and it makes my mouth water.
“What do you want from me?” he asks, his voice shaky.
A lump forms in my throat and for a second, I can’t find my voice.
I want to answer him; I want to tell him exactly what I’ve wanted practically since the moment I first saw him, perhaps even before I met him.
What I’ve wanted from every single person I’ve been with but been unable to find in any satisfying way…
He slides a hand up into my hair and yanks my head back until I’m looking at him again, my eyes having wandered to the side.
“What do you want, Tommy?” His voice causes a shiver to run up my spine.
My lips part and I finally answer him. “I want you to dominate me,” I say without hesitation. “I want you to take me however you want, every single way that you want, and I want you to hurt me. Mark me. Make me feel something.”
Alek’s eyes fill with recognition and a desire of his own. He leans down until his lips are almost touching mine.
“We don’t have much time,” he warns me.
“I’ll take whatever you give me,” I reply.
Alek yanks on my hair as he stands up from the bed and I groan in response. He pulls until I’m forced onto my feet but then he shoves me onto the bed.
“You’re going to be a good boy,” he tells me, his thick Russian accent making the words even more delicious.
I roll over onto my back, propping myself up on my elbows.
“Did I tell you to turn over?” he asks me. His eyes dark.
I smirk at him. “Make me.”
He climbs halfway onto the bed and grabs me by the throat. “You can’t even listen to me for this?” he asks. “You really do want to be hurt, don’t you? You sick fucking freak. You really liked me kicking your ass in that ring, didn’t you?”
Alek shoves my head down onto the bed and then pushes me over until I’m on my stomach again. I fight him slightly but he is stronger than expected.
“You liked it too,” I insist.
“Maybe I did. Maybe I like watching you bleed. Whine. Groan and grunt,” he tells me.
I feel his hands grab my shirt and shove it up.
The buttons at the front tear away from the holes and he grabs my arms, trying to pull them out of the sleeves as fast as possible.
I hear stitches rip and if I weren’t so turned on by this, I might actually care. Only because I borrowed this suit.
My button-up shirt and jacket are tossed to the side on the floor and I hear as he takes his own off. When I look out of the corner of my eye, he’s rolling his sleeves up. His strong lithe forearms…they look so fucking good.
I groan as he straddles my lower back and places his hand on my shoulder blades.
“What is it about men like you?” he asks me. “You want all the control except in the bedroom.”
I huff softly. “I’m still in control,” I insist.
I hear a soft metallic sound and then feel a sharp sting against my back. I realize he’s taken a switch blade to the flesh of my back and blood drips from the wound.
Pleasure and pain whirl around my head and I feel my hard dick trapped between the mattress and my body, throbbing.
“Ahh,” I say in a breath. “You think that hurts?”
Suddenly he cuts me again, without saying a single thing. Pain aches in my back, but it feels so…good. Desire warms me from head to toe and I feel an electric tingle along my spine.
I’ve wanted this for so long. Someone to really take control. Hurt me. Use me.
“Look at you, bleeding for me…” he croons, his voice so different than that cold and brooding tone. It takes on a whole different life. One of a man who craves to bring me pain and pleasure. Who wishes to take me over.
I grunt and push my ass up against him.
“Now, now…I didn’t tell you to move,” he growls and slices me again. The cuts are all fairly shallow, but enough to bleed. Enough to leave a scar for me to see later on. Littered about all of the other scars on my body.
Alek leans down and I feel his tongue slide along the first cut, then the second. He’s licking my blood up.
“You taste so good Tommy,” he whispers against my skin.
I shiver hard and already feel pre leaking from my tip.
Without another word, he slides off me and pushes me over. I start to sit up, lean toward him and his hand grabs me by the face.
“You are not being a good boy,” he warns me. “So impatient.”
“We don’t have much time,” I remind him just as he had told me.
Alek chuckles and his eyes go cold and dark. He slides his hand down to my throat and as he pushes me against the bed, squeezes.
“You have no idea what I can do to you in five minutes,” he whispers inches from my face.
I squirm against him, wanting to feel him hold me down tighter, and he does. Every inch of my body is covered in goosebumps.
“You don’t know how to dominate a man,” I tease him. “You don’t even know how to kiss one right.”
He takes the bait.
His mouth clamps down against mine, claiming mine in a messy, hot, needy, kiss. His tongue swipes along my bottom lip and then into my mouth. Dominating my tongue in rough swirls of his own.
I groan into the kiss, feeling the blood on my back soaking into the duvet and sheets underneath me. The cuts stinging with every move.
His body presses down against mine, settling down between my thighs and I place one of my hands onto his hip.
Alek yanks away from the kiss and looks at me with a fiery expression.
“Did I tell you to touch me?” he squeezes my throat tighter, just enough to cut off some of my air.
I shake my head.
“No, what?” he asks me.
I gasp trying to breath, but he pushes down harder, his hips roll against mine and my eyes nearly roll back into my head.
“N-No, Sir,” I finally say through grit teeth.
He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed above my head. With a swift movement, he grabs both of our ties that I realize were set to the side of us, and starts to secure my wrists to the headboard.
I grunt as I feel the tight silky fabric against my skin and when I try to move my arms, they only move a fraction of an inch.
Alek slides down and pulls my pants down after unbuttoning them.