Chapter 17
Kelly
Alexei’s sprawled out on the bed with jeans unbuckled and hand resting over his abs with no shirt on. My cock throbs. It’s already hard, but this just makes it worse. He looks unreal, and he wants me.
He props himself up on his elbows and looks me over, starting at my feet and stopping at the towel at my waist before lifting his eyes to my face.
“I’m so hard right now knowing I get to be inside you, zaychik. Come here.”
I nod so fast it’s pathetic. My feet move before my brain catches up, and as soon as I reach the bed, he yanks the towel off and grabs my waist, dragging me on top of him.
I land on his chest with a gasp and crash my mouth to his. His stubble scratches my chin with each movement. We’re already kissing messy and desperate with tongues pushing, sucking, swirling against each other. I grind against him, while his hands grab my ass and squeeze so hard I moan.
We don’t stop until my lungs burn and I have to pull away to breathe. I blink, panting, lips tingling, heart racing.
The way he looks at me flips something in my stomach. Nothing about it is sweet. It’s raw, starved, consuming—as if his control just snapped, and I’m about to find out what he’s been holding back.
He grabs my shoulders and flips us, settling over me before taking my mouth. His lips trail down my jaw, then lower. He bites at my neck, pulling a gasp from me, then licks and sucks along my throat, spreading heat in his wake.
“I’ll mark every inch of you so no one forgets who you belong to,” he murmurs against my skin. He moves lower, licking down my chest, biting at my nipple, then further down my stomach. My cock’s already leaking so bad it’s wetting my own chest. It’s pathetic how much of a mess he’s made me.
“Spread your legs. Let me see what’s mine.”
I open up for him. His hands slide under my cheeks, grip my waist. The first flick of his tongue against my hole makes me jolt.
I hold onto his hair tight, pushing him in deeper without thinking.
He pulls back for a second, breath hot. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He’s instantly back on me, tongue swirling, teasing, dragging in maddening motions that make my breath stutter.
He pushes his tongue inside me, slow at first. When a finger slides in with it, my head tips back, and I choke on another sound. My eyes squeeze shut. I tug harder on his hair, desperate for more.
I fumble with one hand, reach over toward the nightstand, grab the lube and condoms, and drop them next to us. He doesn’t even pause.
“I want nothing between us when I’m inside you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I want my come dripping out of you, want you full of me.”
I bite my lip. “I’ve been tested. I’m negative.”
He nods. “Me too.”
I trust him.
“Please.”
He mutters something in Russian and shoves his jeans down just enough to free his cock. My mouth goes fucking dry. He’s thick, already leaking, and then he wraps his hand around himself and strokes once. Next, he grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers.
He leans in, and his tongue drags down my stomach, all the way to my cock. His hand wraps around the base and lifts it while his tongue swipes over the tip, catching all the pre-cum. The sound I make is embarrassing, a desperate gasp that I can’t swallow back.
Cold lube-slicked fingers press against my hole and push inside while his mouth closes around the head of my cock. My back arches off the bed, and I’m caught between the two sensations, pleasure radiating from both points until I can’t think straight.
He works me open with one finger, curling and stroking while his tongue does filthy things to my cock.
Every time he hollows his cheeks and sucks, I get closer to losing my mind.
Then another finger joins the first, and the stretch makes me hiss.
Burns a little, but god, it feels good, especially when he scissors them and finds that spot inside me that makes everything go white.
“Stop teasing me,” I groan, barely coherent. “Please, Alexei, I need more.”
A third finger pushes in, and my mouth falls open.
He’s stretching me so wide, fingers twisting and spreading, hitting my prostate over and over until I’m shaking. His mouth never stops working my cock, tongue tracing every vein, and I’m going to come if he doesn’t stop.
“Please, I’m ready,” I breathe out. “Please, I need you inside me. I can’t, please—”
He pulls off my cock with a wet sound and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black, pupils blown wide, and he looks wrecked. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss, clenching around nothing.
He slicks up his cock, stroking himself once, twice, staring at me the whole time like he’s memorizing this moment.
He grabs my legs and pushes them up against my chest, folding me in half. The position makes me feel exposed as hell, and when he lines himself up and starts to push in, the stretch steals every thought from my head. My hole opens around him, taking him inch by inch, and it’s so much.
The stretch hits all at once as he presses deeper, slow but relentless, and when he bottoms out, the groan that tears from his chest is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Every inch of him is inside me, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel how full I am.
“Look at you,” he says, voice wrecked. “Ruined already, and I’ve barely even started.”
He leans down and kisses me hard and messy, then pulls back and slams into me. The first thrust punches the air from my lungs, and I moan so loud I slap a hand over my mouth, but it’s useless. He’s splitting me open, and it feels so fucking good I could die.
He grabs my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and yanks me into each brutal thrust.
“Take your hand off your mouth. I want to hear every filthy sound you make while I’m buried inside of you.”
His angle shifts, and suddenly, he’s hitting that spot deep inside me with every thrust, again and again, relentless and perfect. Pre-cum leaks out of me, trailing from my cock to my stomach in sticky strings, and I’m so close I can barely see straight.
Jesus Christ, he’s actually going to make me come without even touching me.
“I’m going to, I can’t, I’m—” The words dissolve into a broken moan because I can’t form sentences anymore.
My balls pull tight, and then I shatter. My cock pulses and cum spurts out in thick ropes, striping up my stomach in messy lines. Every thrust drags another sound out of me, louder and more desperate than the last, until I’m practically sobbing with it.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans.
His grip on my hips tightens, and his cock swells inside me, rhythm stuttering into something erratic and desperate. He groans, deep and rough, and warmth floods my insides as he comes. He keeps fucking me through it, slower now but still deep, every thrust making me twitch from how sensitive I am.
He drops onto me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us gasping for air like we just ran a marathon.
“You’re squeezing me so tight it feels like you’re begging me never to pull out,” he murmurs against my lips, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
He kisses me again, slower this time, lazily exploring my mouth while our hearts pound against each other.
I wrap my arms around his back and hold him there, our bodies sticky with cum and sweat, chest to chest, breathing each other’s air.
When he finally slides out of me, I actually pout at the loss.
“I think you might have fucked me so hard that I’m about to pass out,” I mumble against his mouth.
He huffs a soft laugh. “We are going again in five minutes. That was just foreplay.”
My eyes widen.
“You won’t be able to leave even if you wanted to when I’m done with you. I’ll make sure your body remembers me every time you try to move.”
“You’re insane,” I say, breathless.
“Da.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You can’t just fuck someone so hard they can’t go to work the next morning, Alexei.”
He eyes me like I just challenged him to prove exactly how wrong I am. I already know I screwed up by saying that.
“Watch me,” he says, voice low and dangerous. I can feel him getting hard again against my thigh.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant,” I try to amend, but he’s already looking at me with that predatory hunger.
He kisses me once, hard and possessive, then starts moving down my body. His mouth finds my neck, my chest, drags lower and lower until he’s between my legs again. I’m still sensitive, still trembling from the first round, and when he spreads me open with his hands, I gasp.
“Alexei, what are you—Oh fuck.”
His tongue drags across my hole, and I jolt, oversensitive and shocked. He’s licking his own cum out of me, groaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and the obscenity of it makes my spent cock twitch with interest.
“That feels amazing,” I breathe, hands fisting in the sheets.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue pushes inside, licking deeper, tasting himself mixed with me, and the filthy wet sounds fill the room. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. My body doesn’t know if it wants to pull away or push closer.
“I can’t, I just came, I—”
He pulls back just enough to speak, voice rough. “You can. And you will.”
Then his mouth is on me again, tongue fucking into me while his hands grip my thighs and hold me open. The sensation is overwhelming, the slide of his tongue against oversensitive nerves making me shake. I’m getting hard again, and I shouldn’t be, it’s too soon, but he’s relentless.
“Christ—”
He hums against me, and the vibration makes me cry out. His tongue works deeper, licking and sucking, cleaning his cum out of me like he’s starving for it. One hand slides up to wrap around my hardening cock, and I nearly come apart right there.
“That’s it, zaychik,” he murmurs against my skin. “Get hard for me again. I’m not done with you yet.”
And god help me, my body obeys. I’m fully hard again, aching and desperate, while his tongue continues its filthy assault.