Chapter 17- Alexei #2
After a shaky second he pushed his chair back and stood, keeping his backpack clutched in front of his crotch.
I rose with him, grabbed his wrist, and started walking.
He stumbled after me, trying to keep the bag in front of him as I pulled him through the cafeteria.
Two doors down the hallway was an old storage room the janitors barely used anymore. I shoved the door open, dragged Marco inside, and kicked it shut behind us.
The second we were alone I spun him around and backed him against the nearest wall. I caught both his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. My other hand went straight to the front of his pants, cupping the hard length through the fabric.
Marco gasped, hips jerking.
I squeezed him once, feeling him throb against my palm. “You’re leaking through your pants, Malyshka.”
He whined and turned his face away, eyes squeezed shut.
“Alexei… please, someone could hear—”
“Then you’ll have to be quiet.” I pressed my palm harder against him. “Or maybe I should make you loud. Let the whole school know who you belong to.”
His hips twitched despite himself. I could feel how badly he was trying not to push into my hand.
Marco’s breathing was already wrecked. Shaky whimpers kept slipping out of him no matter how hard he tried to bite them back.
“Hm,” I murmured. “What should I do with you, little star?”
I pressed my palm harder against him.
“Should I finger you open right here against this wall?” I asked, like I was actually considering it. “Work you open on two fingers until you’re crying and begging me to let you come?”
Marco made a broken little sound. His thighs trembled.
“Or,” I continued, leaning in until my lips brushed the shell of his ear, “should I put you on your knees and use this pretty mouth instead? Stretch those soft lips around my cock until you’re drooling down your chin?”
I felt him shudder violently.
“Or…” My voice dropped even lower. “Should I just fuck you? Bend you over one of these shelves and split you open on my cock right now?”
I paused, letting the words sink in.
“You must be a virgin,” I said, thoughtfully. “Tight little hole that has never taken anything before. Should I break through it now, Malyshka?”
Marco tensed so hard I felt every muscle in his body lock up. The reaction was so fucking cute.
“Get on your knees.”
He dropped to his knees so fast it looked graceful, the movement instinctive and obedient. His hands stayed on my thighs for balance as he settled between my feet, looking up at me with those glassy eyes. His lips were already parted, breathing fast.
Holy shit.
I was going to eat him alive.
I reached down and undid my belt with one hand. I popped the button on my pants, dragged the zipper down, and freed my cock. It was already hard. When it sprang free, Marco’s eyes went huge.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, gaze flicking from my cock to my face and back again like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. I was big, thick, long, and right now it looked even bigger next to his small, flushed face.
I ran my fingers through his dark curls, gentle at first, then tighter, gripping just enough to tilt his head back and make him look at me properly.
“It’s okay,” I said. “You can take it.”
Marco’s lips parted on a shaky breath. He was still staring at my cock like it might bite him.
I guided him forward with the hand in his hair until the flushed head brushed against his soft lower lip, smearing a bead of precum across it.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, Malyshka.”
He obeyed.
His lips parted wider and I pushed in slowly, just the head at first, letting him feel the weight and heat of it on his tongue. The wetness of his mouth made my jaw clench. He was so warm. His tongue flicked nervously against the underside and I groaned under my breath.
“That’s it,” I praised, voice tight. “Good boy. Just like that.”
I fed him another inch, watching the way his lips stretched around me. His eyes were watering already, but he didn’t pull back.
I stroked his hair with my thumb, soothing even as I pushed deeper.
“Relax your throat,” I murmured. “You’re doing so well.”
I rocked my hips forward another inch and felt the head nudge the back of his throat. Marco gagged softly, eyes squeezing shut, but he didn’t try to pull away. If anything, he tried to take more.
The sight of him, flushed, teary-eyed, lips stretched wide around my cock, trying so hard to be good, was almost enough to make me lose control.
I tightened my grip in his hair and started to move.
Every time I pushed in I could feel his tongue press up against the underside, trying to accommodate me. Spit was already starting to drip from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
“Fuck,” I breathed, watching him. “You look so fucking pretty like this. My little star with his mouth full of cock.”
I pushed a little deeper on the next thrust and held there for a second, feeling his throat flutter around me. Marco made a choked sound and fresh tears spilled over his lashes, but he stayed right where he was.
I pulled back just enough to let him breathe, then slid in again.
“Touch yourself,” I told him.
Marco’s hand immediately dropped between his legs. He palmed himself through his pants, whimpering around my cock as he rubbed the obvious bulge. The sound vibrated up my shaft and I groaned, tightening my grip in his hair.
But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to see more.
I shifted my weight and brought my boot forward, pressing firmly against the hard line of his cock through his pants. The thick sole nudged and rubbed against his trapped erection while I kept fucking his mouth.