22. Astor #2
“Good to know. We need to build time into your schedule for a morning blow job.” His skilled fingers dart under my pants, pulling them down to expose my cock.
“That wasn’t the point…” My words trail off into a groan as he wraps his hand around me.
“Straddle me, baby.”
I do as he asks without thinking about it and realize how exposed this leaves me when I sit on his massive cock. But I don’t reverse positions. He keeps me rooted in place, stroking me with his huge, tattooed hand, and I come to realize I crave the connection. The physical release, the comfort.
He breaks our kiss, looking into my eyes. No one has any right to be as sexy as he is. It’s completely unfair. “Take my cock out.”
I do as he asks, removing him from the thin boxers he’s wearing.
“Fuck…” He grunts out. “Your hands feel so good.”
It’s powerful to be the one to make him react like this.
He glances down, watching us stroking each other. “Your dick is so fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks heat. How do I even respond to that?
“Pretty baby boy.” He grabs my wrist, twisting my arm behind my back.
“What are you doing?”
“Spit.” He holds out his free hand.
“What?”
“Spit in my hand, Ash.” His tone leaves no room for question, so I do it.
He wraps his slick palm around both of our cocks, and I’m pretty sure I transcend plains. I gasp, thrusting into his grip, the new sensation breaking my brain.
“Good, right?”
I moan a yes, unable to look away.
“Spit on my cock again, baby.” His voice is low and gravely.
I do, immediately wanting more this time. We move together, and I’m hovering on the edge of orgasm but not wanting this to end yet.
He releases my wrist and shifts. I think he’s shoving off his boxers more, but his hand reappears with a little packet. He tears it open with his teeth, then squeezes the contents on our joined cocks.
Lube.
We’re so fucking wet now, and I’m leaking like crazy. He plays with my balls, adding to the sensation, and I’m nearly out of my body. He kisses and sucks down my throat. I just know I’m going to be covered in marks tomorrow, and shockingly, I find I don’t care. I don’t want him to stop.
He grips my ass, massaging it while guiding my hips to keep the pace punishingly slow.
“Rurik.”
“You don’t get to come yet.” He bites my nipple, smiling.
I hadn’t been trying to, but the assertion of his will only makes it hotter.
“Take our cocks in your hand.” He releases us and digs his fingers into my ass.
I wrap around us both, and it changes it. Different, but maybe better. I like his rough hands on me, but now I control the pace of the stroking. My turn to make him wait.
He moans over my skin, sliding his hands down to cup my ass more. “Fuck, Ash. I love your hands on me.”
I get into it, lifting onto my knees a little to thrust into my grip.
“Fuck yes, baby. Ride me.” His words give me confidence to keep going.
He kneads my arse cheeks, then his fingers brush my hole. The shock makes me freeze, and I’m torn some place between pleasure and fear. Maybe it’s nothing. It happens, but before I can react, he pushes a slick finger inside me. The burn makes me clench and suck in a breath.
I nearly panic.
“Relax, baby. You’re doing so good.” He slides it deeper inside, penetrating me full and I grunt. “Keep stroking our cocks.”
I’m torn between the bliss he makes me feel, and the horror I’m fighting of anything inside me. I somehow manage to roll my fist over us. His finger starts to feel good and my body reacts. The nerves mixing with pleasure to heighten the experience.
He adds more lube, and just when I think I’m used to the first intrusion, he adds a second.
I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut against the pain.
“You’re doing so good, baby boy. Let me inside you. I’m going to make you feel good.” He brushes something, igniting my entire body.
He’s inside me.
“I love how you stretch around me.” His words spark something in my chest and I keep going. He fucks them in and out of me, slowly opening my hole.
“Fuck,” I grunt clenching again.
“You’re so fucking tight, but see how well I fit inside you?” He wraps his hand over mine on our cocks, taking over, and I’m so close again, high on impeding ecstasy, I can’t do anything but allow it.
“Look at you taking my fingers. Your hole is so hungry for me.” He speaks into my lips before dipping his tongue inside. “You’re opening up for me so nicely. You’re gorgeous, baby boy.”
“You were made to take me and I can’t get enough.” He goes impossibly deeper and brushes the spot again. A shudder rolls through my whole body, and I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to.
I’m completely under his control, grinding my hips into my hand then pushing back forcing him further inside me.
“That’s right. Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d begun grinding against his penetration, but every withdrawal drives him deeper into me.
“You’re so fucking sexy with me inside you. Do you know how fucking hot you are?”
I smile, pressing my forehead to his as I ride his fingers, chasing the bliss he provides.
My muscles buzz, riding the edge, and suddenly, I’m on the verge of losing it. He focuses his attention on that spot inside me, taking all the control I thought I had over any of this—over even my own body.
“Fuck. I could come just watching you. You are so fucking gorgeous.” He groans and his dick throbs.
He has me so close I’m delirious. I can’t believe he’s inside me and I like it. I want him to keep going. I’m trembling with how good his fingers feel, nothing else matters. I conceded control more willingly than I ever have, letting him direct my body and extract pleasure.
“I’m going to…”
“Yes, baby boy. Come on my fingers.”
As if he commands it, I’m exploding. Shooting between us, painting his chest and our hands.
“Ru—fuck, don’t stop.” My lips find his ear, and completely out of character, I bite his lobe, thrusting into his hand and rocking on his fingers, riding him through every pulse.
I slump in the aftershocks, burying my face in his neck. His hand jerks over his cock, slowing as he groans another ‘baby’ and comes.
He carefully withdraws his fingers, then kisses me again. “You are the sexiest man alive.”
I’m too tired to blush. I smile into his mouth. “Fuck you.”
“If you give me a few minutes, you can fuck me again.”
I roll my eyes, continuing to kiss him.
Finally, we break apart, and he goes to the bathroom, I’m too tired and emotionally drained to move.
Between the spiral, the panic attack, the orgasm, and the identity crisis I know is coming, I don’t have it in me.
But he returns a few minutes later with a damp cloth and cleans me up before crawling back into bed to wrap around me.
I let him because of the aforementioned reasons.
“Are you okay?”
“Define okay.” I’m too honest and need to just shut my mouth.
“Let’s start with the panic attack.”
“Yes, that’s long passed… Thank you.” I must be succumbing to the Stockholm Syndrome.
“You’re welcome.” He kisses my forehead, and I nearly melt.
What happens tonight happens, and tomorrow, I’ll pretend it didn’t. It’s the only way I’ll get through it.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” I ask after a while. He’s better than most doctors and at least a few therapists.
“I’ve always been good with my hands, baby.”
I stare at him in the dark then shove him. “Not that!” I exhale, and he laughs. “You knew what I meant the whole time, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” He is so proud of himself, but he’s also soft.
“My brother used to have panic attacks, too. We didn’t grow up like normal kids.
My mom tried, but it’s just not possible.
It never really affected me or Locke, but Nik is much more sensitive than I am.
Like he got a double dose of feelings and took all of mine.
We saw a lot of shit kids probably shouldn’t see.
So I had my therapist teach me how to help.
I used to sleep next to him so I’d wake up if he’d start to panic, and then I’d help him breathe. ”
Why the fuck is he so sweet?
“Thank you.”
I hate that this gives me a whole different perception of him. I want to see him with his brothers. I bet they are adorable. I can’t believe I think he’s adorable.
How am I going to keep my walls up if he does this?
We settle in to sleep, and I cling to him, knowing I’ll hate myself in the morning but past caring tonight.
It’s not long before my alarm goes off.
“Stay in bed.” He throws a leg over me.
“I can’t.”
Reluctantly, he releases me, and I start to get dressed.
“How did you get in here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He tucks his hands behind his head, stretching out on his back, still fully nude.
I make myself look away, or I won’t leave, and then I’ll ruin my whole day. “Yes, I would.”
“I’m not going to tell you and let you try and lock me out again.”
“You can’t just sneak in every night.” I pull on my windbreaker, then turn on him, looking anywhere but at his perfectly carved and tattooed body.
“Then fucking invite me in.”
“I thought you weren’t a vampire.” I catch him moving out of the corner of my gaze.
“I’m not, but it’s one of the two. Pick.” He lazily strokes his cock.
I don’t answer him, averting my eyes again, ignoring my watering mouth. “Are you really doing that now? I’m leaving.”
“I was trying to entice you to stay.”
I force myself to leave while I still have some willpower left.
We go about our usual crew routine, and finally, as I’m setting my scull in the water I say, “I’ll unlock the window.”