I stayed still for a breath, adjusting to the fullness, then planted my hands on his chest and started to move. Up, then down, a slow rhythm at first. His cock dragged against every inch of me on the pull out, then filled me all over again on the drop.
And then my pace quickened.
I rode him harder, thighs burning, my ass slapping against his hips with each bounce.
Aleksey’s hands slid up my ribs, thumbs scraping over my nipples. The rough drag of his calloused skin sent a jolt straight down my spine, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“That’s it. Bounce on it.” His voice came out shattered, barely more than a rasp. “Do you love having my dick deep in your ass?”
“Yes! I love it, Aleks.” I slowed the pace, grinding down in tight circles instead of bouncing, and dropped forward as Aleksey sat up a little to meet me. I caught his mouth with mine in a sloppy kiss. “And I’m yours,” I whispered against his lips. “Always.”
At that, his hands clamped down on my hips, and he thrust up hard from underneath, burying himself deeper. I gasped and pushed upright again, bracing my palms on his chest as I picked the rhythm back up. My thighs screamed, but I rode him faster, slamming myself down to meet every buck of his hips.
Aleksey sat up and slipped out of me. But I didn’t have time to mourn the loss of his dick in my ass before he gripped my waist and rolled us over so that I landed on my back, twisted slightly onto my side. Hooking my left leg high over his shoulder, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, which was still slick and hard. The head of his dick pressed against my tight hole, catching on the rim in a way that made me whimper, before he then drove forward.
One long, slow thrust sank him back inside me to the hilt, the new angle hitting so deep I choked on a groan.
He drove into me harder now, slamming the bed against the wall with every thrust. I reached up and grabbed the bed slats, holding on as he pounded into me, hitting that spot inside me over and over until I was moaning with every stroke.
But then his weight shifted. The hand he had braced beside my shoulder lifted. I watched it travel down my chest, fingers dragging over my ribs and across my stomach, leaving a slicktrail of my own sweat. Then his palm wrapped around my cock and my hips bucked up into his grip.
The lube was still slick on his fingers, the same lube he’d worked inside me earlier, and now it coated my cock with every stroke of his hand. His fist pumped in time with his own thrusts, tight and fast, and the dual rhythm of him buried deep inside me while his hand worked my shaft sent sharp sparks straight up my spine.
“Say it again.” His hips snapped forward hard, the headboard cracking against the wall.
“Yours,” I gasped, my eyes now fixed on my clenched fingers locked around the bed slats above me. “I’m all yours.”
The headboard slammed again. And again. The cheap wood rattled against the wall with every drive of his hips, a steady rhythm that matched the pulse hammering in my throat.
“Look at me.”
I dragged my gaze down from the headboard and locked onto his face. Sweat dripped from Aleksey’s brow. His dark eyes were blown wide, fixed on me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing.
“Just like that,” Aleksey growled. “Keep your eyes on me. Let go.”
A whimper broke from my throat. I couldn’t look away. He was buried so deep inside me, hitting that spot with every stroke, and his fist was wrapped around my cock, and his eyes were holding me in place like a hand around my throat.
It was all too much. The pressure snapped.
My orgasm tore through me, hot and violent, my cum shooting over his hand in thick ropes. I cried out, my spine arching off the bed while he kept fucking me through every tremor.
But his pace didn’t slow.
Aleksey kept driving into me as I shuddered through the last shivers of my orgasm. Lifting his hand from my spent cock, his hand coated in my cum, he brought his fingers to his mouth. Still buried inside me, still grinding deep, he sucked each one clean, his tongue lapping between his knuckles, and the sound he made was filthy.
“You taste so sweet.”
His eyes never left mine. My stomach bottomed out.
Then his jaw tightened. His rhythm stuttered hard, hips slamming forward once, twice more, before shoving himself to the hilt and holding there.
A long groan ripped out of him as his cock jerked and spasmed deep inside. I gazed at his face: brows drawn tight, mouth slack, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
“I love you, Karter,” he rasped.
“I love you too,” I whispered back as he stayed over me, breathing hard, still buried deep inside.
Then he pulled out, eased my leg down carefully, and we collapsed together onto the mess of tangled sheets.
