15. Tommaso #2
I tilt my head back and grip the bottom hem of his shirt tightly. The scabs on my busted knuckles pull open and blood drips down my hands.
Alek shoves me onto my back on the bed, and I obey without hesitation. No bratty objection, no attempt to delay things…
I feel his mouth on my chest, licking and kissing along my tattoos, and my dick pulses with need. My head spins with pleasure.
He finally lands on one of my nipples, and toys with it with his tongue. I shiver hard and let my hands fall to the bed where I grip the blankets.
“Fuck,” I mumble as he bites my nipple and pulls at it slightly before letting it go.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he whispers against my wet nipple and sends a thrill through me. He uses one of his hands to tweak at the opposite nipple and I can’t help but groan in response.
The pain throughout my battered body only seems to make the pleasure even better.
Alek’s mouth pops off my nipple with a soft wet sound, and he starts to kiss down my chest to my stomach. I can feel the anticipation in my body with every single wet warm kiss. I squirm underneath his touch and my back arches as his fingers undo the buttons on my jeans.
“Do you want your cock in my mouth, baby boy?” he asks me in a low raspy tone. His accent even sexier than usual.
I grunt and try to get the words out but my head is already so fuzzy.
His fingers trail along the outline of my hard length in my boxers. “Use your words,” he says.
I rock my hips against his hand and suck in a breath, trying to find those words.
“Y-Yes,” I say. “Yes, Sir.” I close my eyes and imagine his mouth around me. Warm, wet, perfect. My dick throbs needily in my boxers and I gasp as he pulls my jeans and boxers down at the same time, and it springs free.
He doesn’t go directly for it though, much to my disappointment. Instead, his mouth presses to one of my strong thighs and he kisses up, and up.
“Alek,” I moan.
He chuckles against my skin, and the flutter of breath makes me shudder.
“Patience,” he whispers.
All I can do is grip the blanket tighter and feel the precum leaking out of my tip as he kisses around my length to my other thigh and starts to suck on my skin.
His tongue laps at my skin and teeth grind against the sensitive spot as he marks me.
When he lets go, it’s wet and the slightly cooler air in the room wafts against it and makes me sigh.
“I want to mark every inch of you,” he tells me. “Every inch of you is mine, do you understand?”
I swallow the saliva pooling my mouth before I speak. “Every fucking inch,” I agree.
Alek hums as he kisses the spot he just marked, and then drags his tongue up a few more inches before taking my skin into his mouth once more and sucking. The skin around my thighs is fragile and covered in goosebumps. Each mark he makes elicits a low moan from my throat.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please…Sir.” My head is dizzy, but it goes even more so as I feel his hand wrap around the base of my dick and start to stroke me.
His palm is softer than my own, hand smaller, but it feels so fucking good.
I arch up into his touch and Alek jerks me off slow and steady.
His mouth slides off my thigh and I feel his breath waft over the head of my cock. My own breath hitches in my throat, and I feel my hips tense.
“Alek…please,” I say breathlessly.
I can practically feel him smile; his mouth is so close to the tip.
The muscles in my stomach tense.
He takes my hard, pulsing cock into his mouth, and his tongue swirls around the head before sliding down the length as far as it can.
“Oh, fuck!” I groan and swivel my hips up against his mouth. His hands grab my thighs and his fingers dig into my flesh.
Alek works my length from head to base, swallowing my cock partially down his throat with no effort at all, and it makes my head spin.
The ridges on the roof of his mouth massage the top of my length so perfectly that my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
All I can get out of my mouth is a grunting moan as I feel my dick throb harder, faster, and his tongue dips into the small hole at the tip.
The way he takes all of me into his mouth and throat is beyond exhilarating. Every small thrust of my hips makes my injured body ache, and the sweat dripping down my hairline into the cuts on my cheeks sting, but I don’t fucking care.
“Yes, fuck… yes,” I gasp out my words between panting breathes.
He works me so good, as though it’s the only thing that matters on this entire earth. Bringing me pleasure. His mouth feels like heaven, and the gentle moans that escape his throat and vibrate along my length are bliss.
I can’t hold back, even though I want to. I want this to last; I want to feel his mouth around me for as long as possible; but I’m a slave to the natural urges of my body.
My entire body goes tight as I cum into his mouth with several rough shaky thrusts of my hips. He pulls back his head just in time for the cum to coat his tongue rather than shoot into the back of his throat.
I feel Alek lick me up, from base to tip, as a little bit more cum oozes out of my head. He swallows me down and then kisses my cock softly.
I realize as my body starts to relax, that there’s tears in my eyes.
Alek slides up my body and onto the small bed. I feel him press against the side of me, his own erection still hard in his pants and against my hip.
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper, my eyes stinging.
Alek places a hand on my cheek. “That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, Tommy.” He’s slightly breathless.
I chuckle weakly and look into his eyes as he looks into mine. His fingers slide down to my jawline. “Shouldn’t I help you?” I ask him.
Alek shakes his head. “No…you need to rest,” he says. “This was about you.”
I sigh, my entire body feeling limp on the bed, and my eyelids heavy.
“For now,” I whisper. “Next time…I’m going to worship you.”