Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Given what we’re about to do, I figure Alexei would be nervous, like he was that first night, but instead of hesitation or worry, there’s an eagerness in his expression as I push the head in. He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth.
“You good?” I ask.
“It’s just a little pressure. But stay right there. I want this. I fucking need it.”
I stay still until he urges me on, and then I inch my way in steadily, keeping my eyes on his expression, wanting to catch even the subtlest of hints at discomfort.
When I finally manage to get my cock all the way in, it’s a tight fit, my cock swelling with excitement inside him. He was right: there’s something delicious about knowing it’s just Alexei and me, with only my spit between us.
I lean down, resting my forearms on either side of him. “How’s that?”
“Just right,” he whispers as he opens his eyes. “Just keep it right there. Let me get used to it like this.”
“Just like your ass is mine, my cock’s yours. Do whatever you want with it.”
His Adam’s apple shifts as he swallows. He reaches up and rests his hand against my cheek. He studies my face for a few moments, making me curious.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“Honestly? How much I was dreading having a cock inside me, and now how it’s like I was made for yours.” He snickers. “Stupid, right?”
“No, it’s not.”
His expression turns serious, and I kiss that beautiful mouth, tasting him, reveling in this moment of being so fucking close. It’s not just his ass that feels like it was made for me, but his mouth, his tongue, even his goddamn smell. I nibble at his jaw, tasting down his warm neck, worshipping his body.
“Okay, try to move,” he says. “A little. Very subtly.”
I obey, extra cautious with my movements. He moans again, and I recognize that moan from the other times we’ve spent together. It’s not from pain. It hits my ears like a song, makes me even harder.
“Oh, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” he asks, obviously feeling me swell in him.
“Fuck yeah.”
He begs for another thrust, and I give it to him. Then another.
His mouth drops open, and he gasps. As he rolls his head back, he places a hand on my chest, the other on my side, gripping on.
I ease my cock back and forth, opening that ass that he gave to me so willingly, enjoying every twist in his expression, every curse he utters as I slide against his prostate just right. When his body’s primed for me, I manage to make broader movements, picking up the pace, his ass gripping my shaft, massaging my cock. As we speed up, once again, I find myself lost in the passion. I’m not just fucking a body. We’re fucking each other’s souls.
In the short time we’ve known each other, we’ve shared more with each other than with anyone else. We know those darkest parts, and neither of us has turned away. In fact, he’s begged me to look at him. And when I look in those eyes, I don’t see judgment or fear. I don’t feel like a monster. Or maybe like it doesn’t matter if I am one, since he doesn’t give a fuck.
“Give it to me good,” he begs once we’re really going. Even when, despite how chilly the room is, we’ve worked up so much body heat that we’re both sweating.
I lean back, hook my arms under his thighs, and really give it to him, watching his body shift about beneath me. Precum beads from the head of his cock, dripping onto his abdomen. And I can’t help myself. Resting one of his legs down, I wipe my hand through it and have a taste.
Oh, it’s fucking heaven.
“Yes, this angle,” he says. “Just like this.”
Keeping his left leg in the crook of my arm, I grip his shaft in my right hand, now covered in my saliva, pumping him as I keep fucking. He locks eyes with me, moans again, and I drink it all up since I know this might be the last chance either of us ever has to really enjoy these bodies…this life. I lean over him, pistoning my hips as I jack him.
“Come on,” I say. “Come for me. I want to see you shoot all over these sexy abs.”
The thought, combined with watching how he’s writhing beneath me, is so overwhelming that I feel a jolt rush through me. I grit my teeth.
“Come on, I’m getting too close,” I warn him.
“Shoot in me first. I want it. Please, I want to shoot after you come in me.”
It’s like his desire pulls it right from me. There’s a rush, and my hips slam in quick succession against his ass. I call out, struggle to stifle the sound, as it’s like an explosion of sensation through me.