He added a second finger after a minute; the extra stretch pulling a sharp gasp from me.
I felt fuller now. And the slick slide burned a little at first before easing into a deep throb that spread through my body.
He twisted his fingers slowly, scissoring to open me up more, the pressure ramping up with every movement until I was panting, my dick leaking steadily onto his tongue.
The wet friction from his mouth and fingers built fast. A sudden jolt shot up my spine, making me arch off the seat, my back bowing as my hands scrambled for purchase, fingers digging into the leather.
Out of pure habit from weeks of hiding at the Ice House, I brought my wrist to my mouth and bit down hard, muffling the next sound. I needed to stay quiet.
Aleksey’s mouth slid off my cock as his other hand shot up and ripped my wrist away from my teeth. He pinned it to the seat beside my waist with one strong grip, his other hand still fingers-deep inside me.
He clearly knew why I was doing it. His eyes locked on mine.
“Stop holding it in,” he commanded. “We’re miles from anyone. Nobody is listening but me.”
My chest heaved. I was breathing hard, trying to keep control.
“Moan for me, Karter,” he said. “Let me hear how much you want it.”
A loud, breathless moan escaped me. “Aleksey, please, more,” the words tumbled out. It felt freeing, like I’d been holding it back forever.
“That’s it, just like that,” he said, his voice tight with approval.
I shivered hard, my abs clenching as his words sank in, the low rumble of them vibrating against my skin.
His hot mouth dove back down, sucking harder now, lips tight and tongue pressing firm against the underside of my cock while his fingers drove deeper, curling right against that sweet spot inside.
I bucked up into his mouth, my free hand fisting in his hair. “Yes, like that,” I gasped, my voice breaking into a ragged shout that filled the car. “Don’t stop! Fuck!”
My hips rolled without rhythm, chasing my orgasm, the stretch, and the way his grip on my wrist kept me pinned.
Only for him.
The sudden buildup hit like a wave, pulling my balls up tight. My dick pulsed deep in his mouth as every muscle in my body locked, the edge rushing up faster than I could handle.
The release shattered my control. My hips snapped forward as I came, the sheer intensity of my climax leaving me blind and gasping while Aleksey took every drop of my cum into his mouth. Then I slumped back into the leather, my legs shaking and my mind completely blank.
I barely registered the sight of Aleksey releasing my wrist to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before his grip locked onto my hips. My lungs were still burning for oxygen when heslipped his fingers out of my ass and hauled me upward, giving me zero time to recover from my orgasm.
“On your stomach,” he growled, his voice thick with need.
Before I could say a word, he flipped me roughly onto my stomach in one smooth motion. The leather stuck to my sweat-slicked skin.
He positioned himself behind me, his knees nudging my thighs apart wider. “Spread for me,” he said, his hands gripping my hips hard.
I caught a quick glimpse over my shoulder. His huge cock was thick and veined. It bobbed as he rolled on the condom and slicked it with more lube. Then he placed a large hand on the back of my head, forcing my face forward into the seat.
“Eyes front, Karter,” he ordered.
I stared at the dark leather, my cheek pressed against it, heart pounding.
“Be careful,” I muttered, my voice shaky. “You’re big.”
He chuckled. “I know,” he said. “But don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
A beat later, the blunt press of his cockhead nudged my tight hole, the size of it already making me tense.
He pushed forward inch-by-inch, slowly working the head of his dick into me with a low moan.
