Chapter 11 - Karter #3
Aleksey stepped up right behind me. He grabbed my shoulders, his rough hands gripping my shirt, and turned me sideways so our profiles reflected in the glass.
I was still kneeling, and he stood tall over me.
He then let go of my shoulders and moved to stand in front of me, his body still framed perfectly in the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered.
His hand tangled firmly in my hair, then he yanked my head back until my throat stretched out, exposed. The pull stung, but it made everything else fade.
I needed this.
My gaze locked onto the glass. There I was, a flushed, desperate guy shivering on his knees. I looked wrecked already, cheeks red, eyes wide. Begging for attention from a guy who wouldn’t even meet my eyes during the day felt wrong, but it brought this sick kind of relief.
“You really want me to shut you up?” Aleksey asked.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Make me forget the rest.”
He unzipped his jeans, reached in and pulled himself out, wrapping his fingers around the base of his hard cock. And he guided it forward, brushing the head against my bottom lip, smearing a drop of salty pre-come there.
“Open,” he said.
I was fully ready this time.
My mouth opened right away. He pushed his cockhead past my lips, slow at first. I closed around him and sucked, drawing him in deeper with steady pulls.
The size of him stretched my jaw wide, making my lips ache as they wrapped tight around his girth.
He tasted salty and musky, a sharp tang that filled my mouth.
As he slid further in, the ridges of his veins dragged over my tongue, bumpy and hot under the pressure of my sucking.
Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as my saliva built up and slicked every thrust, the noise echoing off the mirrors each time I hollowed my cheeks and pulled harder. I ran my tongue along the underside, tracing a thick vein there, pressing flat against the smooth skin as he drove in.
The blunt head hit the back of my throat over and over, bumping hard enough to make me gag softly, but I kept going, breathing through my nose.
I tilted my head back a bit more and gazed up at him, my eyes wide and pleading, locking onto his dark ones for a second before flicking back to the mirror like he wanted. His face was tense, brows furrowed, but something had softened in his expression when our eyes met.
In the mirror, I saw his knuckles go white as he gripped my hair tighter. He started moving, fucking my throat with a slow, steady rhythm. And his free hand braced against my shoulder, pinning me in place so I couldn’t shift an inch.
My hands came up to his ass, fingers digging into the muscle there. He was solid, unyielding. I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss.
“Damn. You swallow me so well,” he said, his voice dropping lower. His clipped Detroit accent came out stronger in the quiet. “Like you were made for this.”
I nodded, which was about all I could manage with my mouth full.
A hot pool seemed to settle low in my stomach, and watching the whole thing play out in the mirror only cranked it up.
I looked like a complete mess down on my knees, while Aleksey just towered over me.
He looked entirely in control, his eyes locking onto us in the glass.
But as I kept going, I watched his reflection slowly change. The tense, rigid set of his shoulders dropped as he relaxed into it. The harsh edge in his dark eyes faded out, growing heavy and a little softer as he stood there and just let me take care of him.
“Watch yourself,” he murmured. “Watch yourself struggle to take my dick.” His grip tightened in my hair. “You were made for it. Do you like being down there for me?”
“Yeaarggh,” I gasped, the word ‘Yes’ sounding garbled around his thrusting dick. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care.
“You’re better than any rich boy at that party,” he said. “Better than anyone. You’re mine right now.”
The praise hit hard. It broke something inside me, making my whole body shake. I moaned louder, vision blurring at the edges.
I arched into him more, pressing closer. Shedding that Johnston bullshit, handing everything over to Aleksey, it was what I needed.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “But keep watching.”
I fumbled with my zipper, hand shaking as I wrapped it around my cock. The first stroke made me groan, a sound that seemed to make Aleksey pick up the pace, thrusting deeper. I matched his rhythm, stroking fast. Sweat beaded on my forehead, but I didn’t look away from the mirror.
“Good boy,” he said. “Just like that.”
My thighs trembled as pressure built quickly, too quickly. I was close already, breathing ragged around him.
Aleksey suddenly pulled out of my mouth before he finished. I blinked at the mirror, panting and confused. Before I could ask what was wrong, he stepped around and dropped to his knees right behind me, his hot chest pressing against my back.
My stomach instantly dropped in a brief spike of panic. I thought he was positioning himself for anal, and I wasn’t ready to go that far. But a massive wave of relief washed over me when he reached his arm around my front instead.
He knocked my hand out of the way, spat into his hand for lubrication, and then grasped my aching cock. His grip was tight and confident, taking completely over. While he stroked me, he used his free hand to jerk himself off at a brutal pace.
I simply leaned back into him, totally overwhelmed, right as his teeth sank hard into the muscle of my shoulder, biting down sharp enough to make me yelp.
He worked me hard, his grip slick and unrelenting. I couldn’t even catch my breath. Short, desperate gasps just kept slipping out of me. I was so close. And the sharp ache of his teeth in my shoulder mixed with the intense friction, drove me out of my head and pushed me right to the edge.
“Keep watching yourself,” Aleksey commanded, his voice rough in my ear. His grip tightened. “Watch yourself coming for me.”
I followed the order without thinking. Kept my eyes on the mirror.
Tension snapped inside me, my orgasm crashing through in hot, pulsing waves.
I spilled white liquid over Aleksey’s fist in thick spurts, my hips bucking forward into his hand.
In the reflection, my face twisted, mouth falling open in a gasp, eyes squeezing half-shut as my body jerked and shook through it.
Aleksey followed ten seconds later. The groan he let out stayed buried against my neck, his fingers digging hard into my hip as he grunted against my back.
He pumped his fist fast, then let go, his cum splashing onto the black rubber floor mat next to my leg.
His broad frame slumped against me right after, dropping his full weight onto my shoulders.
For a while we just breathed hard, the mirror throwing back two bodies tangled in the dark.
Aleksey then dropped onto his back on the matte-black rubber floor. A moment later, I followed him, collapsing right onto the cool surface beside him. I lay there trying to catch my breath, feeling my cock rapidly soften against my thigh.
Normally, this was the exact moment Aleksey would shut down, zip up his pants, and leave. But when I turned my head, I caught him watching me.
“Aleks?” I whispered, and in that moment, the exhausting tension I’d been carrying around all semester just dissolved into the rubber mat.
Because Aleksey didn’t look away, and he didn’t run.