by Alexa Land
“Oh God,” I murmured, then fucked his hole a few times with my finger, just because it felt so incredibly good.
He pushed himself down onto my hand, trying to take me deeper, and begged desperately, “Please, Jamie. Fuck me. I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Please.”
I slid my finger out of him and reached for the condom he’d left on the nightstand, fumbling with it as my hands shook with my desperate need to be inside him. Finally I unrolled it down my hard shaft and quickly doused it with a bit of lube, like he’d done when he’d fucked me.
I knelt between his legs and positioned my cock at his opening, pausing for a moment to take several deep breaths, trying to calm down enough so that I wouldn’t cum the moment I entered him. He whimpered underneath me and pulled against his restraints, then wrapped his legs around my waist, his body shaking as he fought the urge to thrust against me and drive my cock into him.
Finally I exhaled slowly and sunk into his body, and he cried out in ecstasy. His hole felt tight and warm and insanely wonderful wrapped around my cock, and I pushed into him until my balls pressed against his body. I looked into his eyes with concern, wondering if I’d gone too deep, if I was hurting him, and he smiled at me and whispered encouragingly, “That feels wonderful. Don’t stop.”
That was all I needed to hear. I began thrusting into him, moaning as I slid almost out of him and then plunged all the way back in again. I got up on my knees between his legs, grabbing hold of his hips for leverage, fucking him hard and deep. “Oh fuck, yes. Yes,” he moaned, pulling against the cuffs. “Fuck me.”
After just a few minutes of this he gasped, “Jamie, oh God, I’m gonna cum,” and began shooting spurts of thick cream all over his naked body as he bucked underneath me, driving his ass onto my cock almost violently. That set me off, and in the next moment I was cumming too, fucking him hard as I shouted and rode out the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, even stronger than the other earth-shattering climaxes he’d given me over the last few days. And as the orgasm ebbed I kept thrusting into him, milking every last drop from my balls.
Finally I dropped down on top of him, catching myself with my elbows so I didn’t crush him, and kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his willing mouth, claiming him in every way possible. And then I pulled back and looked into his gorgeous, flushed face and told him, “I love you so much, Dmitri.”
He smiled at me, his eyelids slightly heavy, and said, “I love you too, Jamie. More than anything.”
“You look tired,” I said, reaching up and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “I should get off you and clean you up so you can rest.”
I started to sit up, but he caught me with his legs around my waist and held me in place. “No! Wait. Just another minute, please?” he begged. “Stay inside me just a little longer.”
“Of course baby, if that’s what you want.” I leaned forward again and kissed him, gently at first, stroking his sweat-dampened hair. But soon his kisses became more insistent, his tongue probing my mouth, his hips rocking against me in slow, insistent thrusts. His stiffening cock was pressed tightly between our cum-slicked bodies, sliding against my belly. And then, to my surprise, I felt my own cock hardening inside him. He felt it too, of course, and murmured, “Oh God yes, Jamie. Fuck me.”
It should have been physically impossible, given the force of the orgasm I’d had just minutes before. But hey, sometimes it pays to be twenty three. I grinned and began thrusting into him again, slower this time. I sat back and picked up his ankles, resting one foot on each of my shoulders as I pushed my cock deep into his body. And I watched him closely this time, gauging his reactions, learning which motions drew the biggest sounds of pleasure from him.
I let go of his right ankle and reached for his cock, which now didn’t have the benefit of being sandwiched between our bodies, and began to stroke him slowly, using his cum as lubrication. I established a steady rhythm, a deep thrust into him paired with a long downward stroke of his cock, because that combination elicited the loudest moans from him.
I was much more clear-headed this time, better able to really observe, to learn what he liked. And he relaxed underneath me, the chain between the cuffs going slack as he completely gave himself over to the pleasure. “Oh God Jamie, yes,” he murmured.
My gaze drifted to where our bodies were joined and I watched my cock sliding in and out of his tight hole. It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and I moaned as I sunk deep into him again and again and again. I picked up my pace a bit, fucking him harder, wondering if I’d actually be able to cum again, but not really caring one way or the other, because this felt amazing and he was obviously enjoying it as much as I was.
I looked up at him then. He’d slid up the mattress a bit, and his bound hands were now behind is head, propping it up slightly so he could watch me. He smiled at me, his blue eyes sparkling, and I let go of his cock and fell forward so it was pressed between us again, bending his body in half since his feet were still on my shoulders. He pulled his hands out from under his head so he was flat on the mattress and I kissed him passionately, then increased the force of my thrusts into him, pleased at the sounds this drew from him.
Amazingly, I felt another orgasm building. I raised myself up so my face was just a few inches above his and stared into his eyes, the connection between us electric. I reached down and took hold of his cock, jerking him off hard and fast. And then I was cumming again, thrusting into him feverishly as I threw my head back and cried out. I felt his cock jerk in my hand and then he was cumming, too, grinding out, “Fuck yes Jamie, fuck me,” as he again shot his load onto our bodies.
This time when it was over I was well and truly spent, and I pulled out of Dmitri carefully, both of us gasping for breath. “That was – absolutely – fucking amazing,” I panted, then leaned in and kissed him.
“It was,” he murmured with a smile, exhausted.
I gingerly removed the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash can, then picked up the handcuff key, grateful that I’d had the foresight to leave it on the nightstand. I uncuffed Dmitri’s wrists and immediately his arms flew around me, holding me tightly. We were both asleep about three seconds later.
Chapter Eight
The sun was starting to set when I awoke, the room bathed in a soft, golden light. Dmitri was still asleep, hugging my left hand to his chest like a kid with a stuffed animal. I was ravenously hungry and needed to pee, but no way was I going to disturb him, so I settled onto the pillow and studied him as he slept.
I kept using the word ‘beautiful’ to describe him, and normally that wasn’t a word I would apply to a guy. But Dmitri was beautiful. If anything, the word wasn’t even enough. It needed another word in front of it, like ethereally, or overwhelmingly. And even then, it barely did him justice.
I took in every detail – the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, his long, black eyelashes, his high cheekbones, his flawless, almost luminous skin. His nose was straight and just strong enough to keep him from being too pretty. And then there was his mouth. God, that mouth. It was lush and sexy as hell, full lips curving sensually, provocatively. It was a mouth you just had to kiss, deeply and often. And now a corner of it was curving up in amusement.
His amazing blue eyes were sparkling mischievously. And he said, his voice rough with sleep, “You’re staring at me.”
“Not all of you. Just your mouth. It’d be rude to stare at all of you while you slept,” I said with a smile.
He leaned forward and brushed those lips to mine, and my heart flip-flopped. And I whispered against his mouth, “I’m totally and completely in love with you. You know that, right?”
“Are you saying that to all of me? Or just my mouth?” he teased, lightly nipping my bottom lip.
“Just your mouth. The rest of you is a cum-soaked mess, frankly,” I joked, then pulled him to me and kissed him.
“Well, whose fault is that?” he asked with a grin, regarding me from b
eneath hooded lids. “You’re the one who made me cum all over both of us. Twice! And then you fucked me unconscious, so I was forced to stay all gross and sticky.” His grin erupted into a full-blown smile.
I got up and swatted his bare bottom. “Quit flashing those dimples, Teplov,” I told him with mock sternness. “If you keep looking that sexy, I’m going to have to fuck you again, and we’ll both starve to death here in this bed. They’ll find us months from now, two skeletons stuck to the sheets with huge smiles on our faces. So come on, get up so we can shower and get dinner and fend off that impending starvation.”
“Man, talk about a mixed message. You tell me to get up, but then you spank me. And I thought I made it perfectly clear what that does to me.” He grinned wickedly, his gaze sliding slowly down my body to linger on my cock.
I grinned and rolled my eyes, then grabbed his hand and tugged him to his feet. “Come on, kinky boy. Shower. Now,” I told him as I dragged him to the bathroom and started the water running.
We took turns using the facilities, then got in the shower together, soaping and shampooing each other quickly and efficiently. “What do you want to do for dinner?” he asked as he slid his palms down my chest.
“Anything, as long as it’s fast.” I ran my soapy hands down one of his arms. Then I gasped and murmured, “Oh shit, Dmitri.” I interlaced my hand with his and pulled it up between us where I could get a better look at it. His wrist was chafed and bruised, and I said, “God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He just shrugged and freed his hand from mine, reaching up to push my hair back from my eyes. “You didn’t hurt me, Jamie. I did that to myself by pulling on the restraints.” His expression was blissful. “And if you want to know the truth, I’m thrilled that it left marks.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because every time I notice them, I’ll be reminded of how wonderful it was to have my sweet, gorgeous lover inside me for the first time. I love these marks, and I’ll wear them proudly.” He leaned in and kissed me, and I pulled him into my arms and held him tightly.
“I love you, Dmitri. God I love you.”
After a minute he let go of me and gave my ass a playful swat as he said, “I love you, too. Now will you hurry up? My boyfriend’s hungry, and I need to get him fed.”
Not twenty minutes later, we were seated at a little table at my neighborhood taqueria with ridiculously huge burritos and cold Dos Equis. I glanced at Dmitri. His hair was still damp, and he was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of my cargo shorts, along with borrowed flip flops. I grinned at him as he caught my eye, and he smiled shyly and said, “What?”
“You’re cute in my clothes,” I told him with a wink. They were all a little big on him since he was leaner than I was, but they made him look young and carefree. The satisfied grin permanently etched onto his face was a nice touch, too.
“I feel good in them,” he said. “They show I belong to you.” His right hand rested on the tabletop, and with his left he lightly traced the marks around his wrist. And he leaned close and whispered, “These show I’m yours, too. They show you’ve claimed me. I’m tempted to have them tattooed on permanently.”
I smiled and whispered, “Hurry up and eat. I’m not through claiming you. In fact, I might have to claim you a couple more times tonight, just so you remember who you belong to.”
He drew in his breath, his lips parting slightly. “I’m full,” he said. “Let’s go back to your apartment.”
“Oh no. You’re going to need your strength. Eat up.” I winked at him and took a big bite of my super veggie burrito.
He finished his food quickly and then looked at me expectantly, like a kid waiting for permission to open a present. I took my time finishing my beer, just to tease him, and then pushed back from the table. “Come on baby,” I said in a low voice so as not to be overheard by the other restaurant patrons. “I want to be inside you.”
He bit back a whimper and stood up quickly, almost knocking the little table over. I grinned at that and followed him out of the restaurant. And I realized the flaw with cargo shorts: they were too baggy to see his cute little ass. I pointed that out to him as we headed down the street to my apartment, and he smiled at me over his shoulder. “The solution to that,” he said, “is to get me out of them as quickly as possible.”
“That’s an excellent suggestion,” I said, and startled him by grabbing him around the waist and ducking into an empty alleyway, then tugging the shorts down to just below his ass. I bent over and nipped one of his perfect butt cheeks before bringing my hand down on his exposed rear with a playful slap, and he pressed a hand to his mouth to keep his moan from attracting the attention of people on the street. I quickly pulled the shorts back up, and said, “Come on. We’re almost home.” And I left the alley, grinning to myself.
It took him a moment to catch up to me. He was flushed, his breath coming fast. We were still two blocks from my house, and he whispered, “I want you in me like I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life.”
“Do you prefer to bottom?” I asked, attempting light conversation even as I fought the urge to take him right there on the sidewalk.
“Yeah,” he said, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm himself. And then he said, “I hardly ever do that, though, so I’d almost forgotten how incredibly wonderful it is.”
“Why not?”
“It’s hard for me to give up control, and even harder to trust someone enough to let them tie me up and fuck me. It takes more trust than I’m usually capable of.”
“But you let me do it.”
“I more than let you, I practically begged you. And within minutes of meeting you, if you’ll recall.”
“You did, didn’t you?” I murmured, remembering our first encounter in the back seat of the loaner car.
He glanced over at me and said softly, “Right from the beginning, I knew I could trust you. I trust you with my life, Jamie. I trust you with all of me.”
“It’s mutual.”
Then he said lightly, “So, I hope you like being a top. I’m willing to reverse roles and fuck you any time you want me to, of course. But in addition to that, I’m pretty much going to want you in me five times a day, every day. Just so you know.”
“Only five?” I asked with a smile.
He smiled, too. “I was going to say ten, but I didn’t want to sound like a cock-hungry slut.”
Finally we’d reached my apartment, and I winked as I slid my key into the lock. “As if I’d have a problem with that.”
As soon as the door was closed and locked behind us, we launched ourselves at each other. Dmitri pushed me against the wall and pulled my t-shirt over my head, then sucked my nipple as he fumbled with my shorts. I grabbed his t-shirt and yanked it off too, and pulled his slightly too big shorts straight down with one tug, grabbing his cock as my other hand wound into his hair.
He let go of my nipple and cried out as I stroked him, and then I let go of his cock and grabbed him around the shoulders. “Bed,” was all I managed. We stepped out of our clothes and practically ran to the bedroom, and he pushed me onto my back on the mattress before landing on top of me and kissing me wildly as his hand found my hard cock.
He stroked me a couple times before fumbling around in the nightstand, then unrolling a condom over my shaft in a quick, fluid motion. “I can’t believe you fondled me in an alley,” he said with a huge smile as he popped the top on the lube and drizzled it over my cock.
“Don’t be judgmental,” I teased. “After all, you went down on me in a public street within minutes of meeting me.” I smiled at the memory.
“Had to,” he said, reaching behind himself and rubbing lube into his opening. “You were going to leave. I had to stop you.”
“Thank God you stopped me,” I murmured.
He wiped his hand on the already soiled sheet and straddled me, positioning his hole at the tip of my cock. “Oh holy shit,” I exclaimed when I realized what he
was about to do. And then he sat down.
I threw back my head and yelled in ecstasy as he took my entire length in him, right up to the base. “Holy fuck, Dmitri,” I mumbled, and grabbed hold of his hips.
“Look at me, baby,” he said softly. I did as I was told, locking eyes with him as he began to move, pushing himself up on his knees and then sliding back down on me.
“You are the most beautiful, the most perfect, the most wonderful man I’ve ever known,” I told him.
He smiled as he rode me, and said lightly, “You only think I’m perfect because you’re buried balls deep inside me.”
“That’s not the only reason,” I grinned, and he fell forward and kissed me, never interrupting his rhythm on my cock.
I slid my hands around to his ass, cupping it firmly, and began to thrust up into him. He bucked on top of me and cried out, then grabbed his cock with his left hand and began to stroke himself. “Damn that’s hot,” I murmured, thrusting harder into him.
