9. Tommaso #3
“You want me to use you, I’ll use you. I’ll fuck you until you’re a drooling mess,” he tells me. “I’ll fuck you until neither of us know our names.”
I huff out, panting slightly. “That’s a big claim for five minutes.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he smacks one of my thighs and digs his fingers into the other one.
Every inch of me is hot with arousal. I can’t think of anything but the feeling of his hands on my body, and as he squeezes my thighs tightly. Alek roughly pulls my pants and boxers off completely and then grabs one of my legs and pushes my knee up.
He sinks down onto his stomach and I gasp as I feel his tongue pressed to my hole. The tight ring of muscle ripples with pleasure as he laps at it while forcing my knee in the air.
I push against the bed with my opposite foot and struggle not to rock my hips against his face. After all, he hasn’t told me I could move. I want to disobey him, but at the same time, I’m enjoying what I get for listening to him.
Alek’s tongue delves into me and I groan.
It doesn’t last long. My cock is throbbing in the open air when he pulls away from me to undo his own pants and his length springs free from the confines of the fabric.
I don’t question him, or it, I simply lay here desperate and needy. At this moment I don’t care if anyone hears us. Damned them all.
My wrists tug against the bindings and I shiver in response. Knowing that I can’t move unless he lets me is dizzyingly intoxicating.
Alek picks up the blade again and I feel as he cuts into my thigh, a bit deeper than the cuts on my back. I hiss out in response, back arching and dick pulsing.
Blood drips down my thigh, and I feel his fingers drag along my wet skin, collecting the blood. For a second, I’m uncertain what he’s up to, until I feel those same fingers push into my ass.
He’s using my blood as lube.
“Fuck,” I growl.
Just then, the tip of his hard member presses to my tight hole and he pushes inside of me inch by inch.
He’s not gentle, but somehow still careful.
Alek thrusts back and forth until he’s bottomed out inside of me, and his hands are on either side of my head.
Both of my knees lift up and I arch up against him.
“You like my cock inside you?” he asks me, before whispering something in Russian that I don’t understand.
My breath hitches in my throat as his thick length stretches me out. Before I can fully adjust to him being inside of me, he starts to rock his hips against me. Bringing himself in and out of me in several knifing thrusts that have my stomach clenching and dick dripping onto it.
I ball my bound hands into fists as he fucks me. Still feeling the sting and drip of the cut on my thigh. The blood he’s using for lube doesn’t feel nearly as slippery as actual lube, but it does the job well enough. Not to mention, it makes me feel more alive than I’ve felt in a long time.
“Ah, ah, fuck!” I cry out as he fucks me harder, faster.
My dick and my mouth are both drooling as he pounds into me like it’s his job. Every part of me is covered in goosebumps and sweat.
“That’s it, take my cock…come on…that’s it, what a good boy,” Alek growls out at me, just inches from my face.
A shiver runs up my spine and I feel myself inching closer and closer to release. My stomach and thighs clench, and my length pulses faster and faster.
With every thrust, he milks my prostate and knocks the air out of my lungs at the same time.
“Please…please,” I beg him breathlessly. I’m not entirely certain what I’m begging for, more perhaps.
It’s like he understands exactly what I need, even when I don’t, because he suddenly leans down and bites into my shoulder.
Not a soft love bite, but his teeth buried into my flesh so deeply that small pinpricks of blood are drawn. Pain seers through my tattooed shoulder and up my neck and I grunt as I orgasm almost instantly.
Thick ropes of cum splatter onto my stomach and my body goes rigid. He doesn’t stop fucking me, though. He continues to thrust into me through my orgasm. His teeth let me go and he licks the bite wound several times.
“Fuck,” he mumbles breathlessly against my shoulder. His saliva clinging to his lips and my skin.
He leans back up and I look up at him through partially opened eyes, only to see him looking down at me with a look of heated desperation.
“Look at you, so fucking dirty and hot for me,” he tells me. My entire body goes fire hot as he thrusts into me even as my body starts to relax.
His thrusts become more erratic and he grips my thighs as he pulls out and spills over my cock and stomach. The look on his face of pure bliss only seems to last a split second. Before he’s looking down at me with iciness in his eyes.
We’re both panting for breath, but he seems less exhausted than me somehow.
Alek shifts away from me and to the end of the bed, his shoulders slumping. I look up at him as my legs go limp on the bed and my eyes grow heavier. He’s glistening with a sheer sheen of salty sweat.
I don’t say anything, I just let my head fall back and eyes close. I’m prepared to let myself fall asleep, until I hear the ringing of a phone. Not my own.
“Hello?” Alek answers, but it’s in Trevor’s voice.
This catches my attention enough to pry my eyes open and look over at him again.
Alek stands up and motions me. I don’t understand what he’s trying to say until I follow his hand toward my clothing.
My body feels like gelatin, I’m not sure how I’m going to get up yet.
“Got it,” he says into the phone. “I’m in my room. I’ll be here waiting.”
I muster up all the strength I can as he’s hanging up the phone.
“You need to get the fuck out of here,” Alek tells me as he unties my hands.
I huff out a breath. “I gathered that.”
Alek’s demeanor has changed so quickly it practically gives me whiplash.
I’m still buzzing from the high, but seeing the cold look on his face and the harsh tone of his voice leaves me hanging onto nothing.
There’s nothing left for me to cling to to make the moment last longer. Even as much as I want to.
I’m not sure what I was expected. For him to cuddle me and ask to have dinner?
It’s not like I want that in the first place…
I pull on my boxers and pants, ignoring the wet mess on my skin and then stand up on wobbly legs to get my shirt and suit jacket.
The air in the room is still thick and moist, but there’s also a tension there that brings the mood down completely.
I tell myself it doesn’t matter, but as I push my shoes on and head for the door…the lack of any conversation between us weighs on me.
Still, I don’t say a single thing as I leave the room and enter the hallway. The bright light in the corridor making me squint.
Bliss is quickly replaced by something else.
Guilt.
What was I thinking? I’m supposed to be focused on the job, not fucking Aleksandr. I could get us caught or worse, killed.
It feels like a betrayal to my family somehow. A pit forms in my stomach. Dark, aching, and frustrated.
Not just because I feel as though I’ve risked our lives, but because…I want to do it again. I want to feel dominated and overtaken by Aleksandr again, and again.
He seemed to flow into my needs so easily, like he understood exactly what I wanted, needed, craved. I didn’t have to urge him, wish for him to be rough with me…no, he cut into me with ease and in cutting into my flesh, he left a wound on my soul that only he could patch.
Just as I round the corner, I hear Alek’s voice, Trevor’s voice, greeting whoever has shown up at his door.
I wonder how he’ll explain the blood on the bed.