Chapter 24 - Alexei #3
My cock was still half-buried inside him, throbbing, but I froze. The hand in his hair gentled, fingers loosening to stroke through the damp curls instead of yanking.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, voice dropping softer. “Does it hurt too much?”
He shook his head fast, a tear slipping down his cheek. He tried to look away from the mirror but I kept him there with the lightest touch on his jaw.
I rubbed his back with my free hand, feeling the tremble under his skin. “What is it, baby? Tell me.”
“I… I don’t like looking at myself.”
I leaned in, pressed my chest to his back, and stroked his hair gently, fingers carding through those soft curls.
“Oh, little star… but you’re so beautiful.”
I started moving again, sliding the rest of the way inside him while I kept talking.
“Your curly hair,” I murmured, nuzzling the side of his neck as I sank deeper, “always looks so fucking soft even when I’ve got my fist in it.
” Another inch. “These hazel eyes…” I caught his gaze in the mirror again, still stroking his hair.
“They get all dark and pretty when you’re trying not to moan for me.
” I bottomed out the rest of the way with a roll of my hips, balls pressed tight against him.
“That cute nose scrunches up so sweet when I hit the right spot inside you.”
Marco made a sound and his hole fluttered hard around my cock.
I didn’t stop praising him.
“Perfect cheeks,” I whispered, one hand sliding up to cup his face while the other stayed on his hip. “Flushed all pink and pretty just for me. And your mouth…” I traced his lower lip with a thumb. “So fucking soft when it’s wrapped around my fingers or trying to stay quiet while I fuck you.”
I started fucking him in slow strokes, pulling out until just the head stayed inside, then sinking all the way back in.
“Look how beautiful you are,” I growled softly against his ear. “Taking my cock so deep. Your pretty hole is swallowing me like it was made for it. So tight, so warm, so fucking perfect around me.”
Marco’s breath hitched. One of his hands, the one that had been flat on the mirror, slowly slid down.
He reached back between his own legs, fingers trembling, and spread his ass cheek wider for me, holding himself open so I could watch my cock disappear into him.
His other hand stayed braced on the glass, but now he was actively participating, pushing his hips back to meet my next thrust, taking me even deeper.
I groaned low in my throat. “That’s it, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
I kept praising him between thrusts.
“Your body’s so responsive,” I murmured, watching in the mirror as another tear slipped down his cheek but his cock twitched hard between his legs.
“Look at how beautifully you open up for me. Those perfect thighs shaking. That sweet little hole gripping me every time I pull out like it doesn’t want to let go. ”
I bottomed out again and stayed there, grinding in circles so he could feel every inch. Then I slid my hand from his hair down to cover his mouth, palm over his lips, fingers curling against his cheek.
His hand that had been spreading himself moved again. He reached further back and wrapped his fingers loosely around the base of my cock where it disappeared into him. He gave a squeeze and I felt it everywhere.
“Look in my eyes, baby,” I ordered softly.
His gaze shifted in the mirror until he caught mine, hazel eyes meeting mine directly, trusting even while I fucked him.
“Just look at me,” I said. “Don’t look at anything else. Just me.”
I kept fucking him like that while I held his gaze in the reflection.
Marco did more filthy things without being told.
He started rocking back to meet every thrust, taking me deeper on his own.
His hand left my cock and went to his own, wrapping around his leaking dick and stroking in time with my movements.
His other hand stayed on the mirror but his fingers curled, nails scratching lightly at the glass every time I hit that spot inside him that made his whole body jerk.
I bit down on his shoulder to muffle my own groan, then licked over the mark.
I fucked him a little harder then.
“Keep looking at me,” I ordered. Marco’s hand moved faster on his own cock. His thighs were shaking hard now. Every time I bottomed out he made this sound against my hand, trying so hard to stay quiet for his parents while his body betrayed him completely.
He came with almost no warning.
His whole body locked up, hole clamping down around my cock in pulses, and he spilled over his own fist in messy ropes that splattered against the bottom of the mirror and dripped onto the floor. The sight of it - his cum streaking the glass while he stared into my eyes - nearly undid me.
I didn’t stop moving. I fucked him through it, drawing it out, my hand still tight over his mouth to catch every sound. My own cock throbbed hard inside him, leaking more with every thrust.
When his orgasm finally eased, I slowed to a lazy grind.
“Good boy,” I whispered, voice wrecked. “So fucking beautiful.”
The mirror became a shrine, and he its only god. I couldn’t look anywhere else.