Chapter 24 - Aleksey #4
He smirked, his tongue flicking out to lick the end of my cock like a lollipop before swirling around the head. The hot drag made my thighs tense. I loosened my grip on his hair and grunted in protest when he pulled back.
Karter stood up fully, his body now pressing against mine. “It’s about time you admitted it.” He kissed me hard again, tongues crashing, hands everywhere—his on my chest, pushing me back a step, mine on his ass, squeezing. “Because I love you too.”
It was enough to send us both stumbling toward the floor, legs tangling, until I lay flat on my back on the hardwood.
I pulled him up over me, and he followed without resistance, crawling forward on his knees until he straddled my torso.
Karter braced one hand on the floor by my head, the other reaching back to steady himself against my shoulder.
His cock hovered close, hard and leaking, as he shifted his hips forward inch by inch, positioning himself right above my mouth.
He looked down at me, hair falling into his eyes, his voice coming out needy and low. “Please, Aleks... I’ve been dying for this. Open up for me.” He said it sweetly, almost a whisper, like he was grateful just to have me there.
I parted my lips, guiding his cock in with my hands on his hips, and he slid forward, easing into my mouth with a shaky exhale.
I took him deep, sucking as he rocked his hips forward.
The thick, veiny ridges of his cock slid over my tongue with every thrust, while his balls slapped against my chin repeatedly, soft impacts that matched his rhythm.
I held his thighs, feeling the muscles flex under my hands, my fingers digging in to pull him closer.
He moaned my name as his free hand braced against the wall for leverage. “Aleks... mmm.” His body trembled, hips stuttering as he chased his release.
The hinge of my mouth burned, a steady fire from the stretch, but pulling back was not an option. Working through the dull ache, I kept my lips sealed around him and took every thrust of his groin into my face. Tasting his cum was the only thing that mattered.
Over me, Karter’s breathing broke into short, ragged huffs. He kept rocking forward, chasing more friction.
And then his whole body went rigid, muscles locking tight as he thrust one last time.
He grunted repeatedly, the sounds vibrating in his chest, as he came hard in my mouth, spilling thick, salty ropes one after the other.
The hot release flooded my tongue, coating everything, and I swallowed around him.
A long moment later, Karter’s hand slammed against the wall once before he finally slumped forward over my face, his body pressing down, torso heaving against my forehead.
Meanwhile, I slipped my hands up from his thighs to his waist, steadying him as he rode out the last shudders.
“Damn.” Karter chuckled softly, the sound shaky, as he finally shuffled back down my body, knees sliding along my sides until he was level with me.
He shifted to kiss me lazily, his fingers threading through my hair.
But he didn’t stop there. Instead, he kept moving lower, trailing kisses over my abdomen then my groin, before nipping at my hip bone. “Now you.”
He settled between my legs, one hand pinning my thigh down, the other wrapping around the base of my cock. Then he licked along my length, eyes flicking up to watch my reaction. “Tell me what you want.” His tone was playful, but his grip tightened.
“Everything,” I muttered, voice hoarse, reaching down with one hand to grip his hair once again as I guided his head onto my cock. “Just... keep going.”
He grinned, taking me into his mouth, and his head moved up and down, hand working the base of my cock, twisting just right.
I brought my other hand down, both now resting on the back of his head, fingers locked in his hair as I thrust up, pushing as deep into his mouth as I could go. Karter moaned around me, encouraging me to go harder.
As the minutes passed, my balls drew up, every muscle in my legs tensing, as I fucked Karter’s mouth, deep into his throat.
My climax hit hard: it felt like a tight snap deep in my groin, cock jerking as I unloaded with a series of low, guttural sounds. My back arched off the floor, the orgasm ripping through me in hot waves.
Holding Karter’s head steady with both hands tangled in his hair, I kept him down on my cock until the last spasm faded, then pulled him up for another kiss. Our tongues met, mixing the salty taste of his cum in my mouth with my own.
Sweat slicked our skin where our bodies pressed together, his leg thrown over mine, my arm draped across his back, fingers still loose in his damp hair. Karter lay half on top of me, his body pinning me to the floor, as our limbs twisted in a messy heap.
Karter shifted when I pressed a light kiss on his forehead, snuggling his face into my neck.
“I love you so much, you idiot,” he whispered against my skin, fingers digging into my shoulders, holding on tight.
He lifted his head slightly, meeting my eyes with a small smile. “Don’t run from me again.”
Tightening my hold around his waist, I stared up at the dark attic ceiling. Running was over.
“Never again, Karter. Ever.”