Chapter 15 - Karter #3
His jaw worked open wider to fit me, the thick scar on it stretching white against his skin as he bobbed his head once, testing.
“Shit,” I whispered, my head falling back against the seat for a second before I forced myself to look again, not wanting to miss anything.
He hummed low in his throat around my cock, the vibration buzzing through the shaft and straight into my gut, making my balls tighten in his hand.
Meanwhile, he kept playing with them, rolling the skin between his fingers and squeezing in time with his mouth’s rhythm. Up and down, slow and deep, his tongue flicking around my cock head each time he pulled back.
I could see his saliva drip down to the base of my dick, mixing with my pre-cum, making everything feel more intense. It was enough to make me grip the leather seat hard, as I tried not to thrust up too hard into his mouth, even though my hips jerked a couple of times.
After a bit, he pulled off me with a quiet, wet pop, his lips red and shiny. His fingers slid lower, brushing against my asshole, and I knew what was coming next.
“I have lube in the console,” I said, starting to twist to reach the center console compartment.
“Stay there,” he ordered, one hand pressing down on my thigh to keep me in place. “Don’t move.”
I froze, settling back against the leather. He leaned forward over me, his large body stretching across mine to pop open the compartment.
I’d stashed a small bottle of lube and a few condoms in there before driving out, just in case. Stretching far over the folded seats, he grabbed the lube and one of the condoms, then shifted back between my legs.
He took the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. The cap clicked shut.
Then he leaned back in, his mouth taking me deep again while his slick fingers slid lower. He circled my hole first, pressing gently, getting me used to it.
The lube made everything smoother and warmer. He pushed one finger in steadily, working me open with careful twists.
I let out a groan, louder than the ones before, my voice breaking in the middle as his mouth sucked harder around my dick and his finger pressed deeper, hitting a spot inside that made my toes curl.
My thighs shook, and I pushed back against his hand without thinking.
He added a second finger after a minute; the extra stretch pulling a sharp gasp from me.
I felt fuller now. And the slick slide burned a little at first before easing into a deep throb that spread through my body.
He twisted his fingers slowly, scissoring to open me up more, the pressure ramping up with every movement until I was panting, my dick leaking steadily onto his tongue.
The wet friction from his mouth and fingers built fast. A sudden jolt shot up my spine, making me arch off the seat, my back bowing as my hands scrambled for purchase, fingers digging into the leather.
Out of pure habit from weeks of hiding at the Ice House, I brought my wrist to my mouth and bit down hard, muffling the next sound. I needed to stay quiet.
Aleksey’s mouth slid off my cock as his other hand shot up and ripped my wrist away from my teeth. He pinned it to the seat beside my waist with one strong grip, his other hand still fingers-deep inside me.
He clearly knew why I was doing it. His eyes locked on mine.
“Stop holding it in,” he commanded. “We’re miles from anyone. Nobody is listening but me.”
My chest heaved. I was breathing hard, trying to keep control.
“Moan for me, Karter,” he said. “Let me hear how much you want it.”
A loud, breathless moan escaped me. “Aleksey, please, more,” the words tumbled out. It felt freeing, like I’d been holding it back forever.
“That’s it, just like that,” he said, his voice tight with approval.
I shivered hard, my abs clenching as his words sank in, the low rumble of them vibrating against my skin.
His hot mouth dove back down, sucking harder now, lips tight and tongue pressing firm against the underside of my cock while his fingers drove deeper, curling right against that sweet spot inside.
I bucked up into his mouth, my free hand fisting in his hair. “Yes, like that,” I gasped, my voice breaking into a ragged shout that filled the car. “Don’t stop! Fuck!”
My hips rolled without rhythm, chasing my orgasm, the stretch, and the way his grip on my wrist kept me pinned.
Only for him.
The sudden buildup hit like a wave, pulling my balls up tight. My dick pulsed deep in his mouth as every muscle in my body locked, the edge rushing up faster than I could handle.
The release shattered my control. My hips snapped forward as I came, the sheer intensity of my climax leaving me blind and gasping while Aleksey took every drop of my cum into his mouth. Then I slumped back into the leather, my legs shaking and my mind completely blank.
I barely registered the sight of Aleksey releasing my wrist to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before his grip locked onto my hips. My lungs were still burning for oxygen when he slipped his fingers out of my ass and hauled me upward, giving me zero time to recover from my orgasm.
“On your stomach,” he growled, his voice thick with need.
Before I could say a word, he flipped me roughly onto my stomach in one smooth motion. The leather stuck to my sweat-slicked skin.
He positioned himself behind me, his knees nudging my thighs apart wider. “Spread for me,” he said, his hands gripping my hips hard.
I caught a quick glimpse over my shoulder. His huge cock was thick and veined. It bobbed as he rolled on the condom and slicked it with more lube. Then he placed a large hand on the back of my head, forcing my face forward into the seat.
“Eyes front, Karter,” he ordered.
I stared at the dark leather, my cheek pressed against it, heart pounding.
“Be careful,” I muttered, my voice shaky. “You’re big.”
He chuckled. “I know,” he said. “But don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
A beat later, the blunt press of his cockhead nudged my tight hole, the size of it already making me tense.
He pushed forward inch-by-inch, slowly working the head of his dick into me with a low moan.
“I need you to relax for me,” he grunted as I tensed up.
The thick fullness burned, but the pain soon blurred into a deep, intense pleasure that made me push back against him.
I gasped, “It hurts, Aleksey. Slow down,” my fingers digging into the seat as the burn eased a bit with each careful move forward. Another inch. Then another. Filling me up until I felt every ridge and vein of him.
“You’re doing good,” he muttered, his free hand rubbing my back. “So good for me, taking it all like this. I’m almost there.”
He kept going until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass. A pleased grunt escaped him as he trailed his rough hand down my thigh, fingers squeezing as if he were savoring the effort it took. “That’s it... every inch, and you took it all. Look at you. Fucking perfect.”
A few seconds later, one of his hands locked down on the back of my neck, holding me in place.
“Now stay put for me,” he said as he slowly inched out.
I released a long breath as the pressure eased, gripping the car seat, just trying to hold on.
“Yeah, just like that, Karter,” he growled.
Then Aleksey started driving into me with long, punishing strokes, setting up a rhythm that had me gripping the edges of the seat.
The deep slide of him stretched me with every drag back and slam forward. Each one felt like it went right to my core, the fullness spreading heat through me and making my spent dick throb, untouched against the chafing leather.
Aleksey demanded feedback with every sharp snap of his hips.
“Tell me... how... it feels,” he ordered, emphasizing each word with a plunge that made the leather creak beneath us, the wet slap of our bodies filling the car.
“So good,” I gasped, my face pressing into the upholstery. “And so full.”