Page 70 of Hateful Vows
When I return to the living room, Aleksei’s exactly where I instructed him, pulling languorously on his cock. Ready and aching and so desperate I have to clench my teeth not to take him right here and then. But I want to take my time. I want to make this good for him.
“Turn around, pretty boy. Ass up.”
He hesitates, but ultimately, his need wins. He drops onto hands and knees and this time, I don’t waste a single second. Banding a strong arm at his back, I lick his puckered hole. Just like I knew he would, he jerks and makes a garbled noise of protest but I don’t let him wrestle me away. I rim him in circles, taking my time to make him feel good.
“Fuck. Dante.”
“Yes, Aleksei. Say my name again. Wake your pretty sister up so she knows exactly who’s fucking you.”
He moans and drops onto his forearms, biting onto his skin to muffle the sound. His cock leaks at the tip and I reach to gather the bead and lick it off my fingers.
I straighten up, on my knees behind him, and take the lube, dropping a generous amount into my hands. Whereas Irina loves the degradation, the vulnerability of the moment calls for a different approach. And with how tight his control over his emotions is, with how deprived of care he has been all his life, I want to show him what a soft hand can be.
“You did so good,Lyosha. Writhing for me like you needed more.”
He nods and moans and I know I did the right thing. It makes me grin like a fool. Maybe even a lovesick fool but I don’t care. I’ve never been shy about what I want, who I love and showing it to the world.
I go slow, sliding a lubed up finger around his ass, then inserting a knuckle, and fingering him slowly, pressing gently in and out.
Incoherent words echo between us.More.Why.Dante.Fuck.God, again, as if He had anything to do with the stars I’m about to make him see.
I slide another finger as I keep praising him. “Such a good boy,Lyosha. Taking my fingers like you were made for it. You’ll take my cock just as well, won’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Please. I can’t hold it.”
“Then come, pretty boy. Do you think I give a shit about furniture? Come all over the sofa, and all over yourself. Give me all of it. It won’t be the last.”
I’m fingers deep in his ass when Aleksei comes fast and hard as he pumps his cock furiously like he needs the release more than air. It looks violent and like it’s giving him no reprieve. The small sadistic streak in me is very satisfied with that. I want him to come again with my cock inside him, so he knows exactly who owns him, and what I can do to him.
I lube up my cock and remove my fingers.
“Relax for me,Lyosha,” I murmur into his ear. I kiss the back of his neck, his back full of scars that tell the story of his upbringing and the life he’s led. With a hand on his hip and the other around my cock, I line up and glide inside him just an inch. Knowing I’m his first has me greedy for more. More of his emotions, more of his body, more of him.
I give him another inch, then another until I’m flush against him and we both breathe out with relief. Carefully, I withdraw and thrust inside him again, drawing out a guttural moan from his chest.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Take that cock like you were made for it. Fuck, you’re doing so good.”
I lose myself in him, picking up the pace and making our own filthy music as we fuck like we have no care in the world.
He’s perfect. And he’s all mine. Just as much as Irina is mine.
I fuck him senseless, never letting go of his hips and listening carefully for any discomfort. But Aleksei’s actually loud in sex, letting me hear his need.
“Jerk yourself off, pretty boy. I need to come and I want you to do it with me.”
He obeys, jerking harshly up and down like he can’t hold it anymore. He pants underneath me before he comes again witha groan, and I follow, the edges of my vision blurring with the force of my orgasm.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ALEKSEI
I’m breathing hard, barely holding myself up over the ruined sofa, Dante at my back not faring much better. And I’m grinning and chuckling like a boy with a school crush.
I guess that’s what I am. The freedom from finally allowing myself to take what I want brings me to my knees. There’s a renewed thirst for life I thought my father had extinguished blooming inside me. All thanks to the man at my back. The one who gave me the woman I dreamt of my whole life, and now himself.
But doubt is never far, too ingrained in me to be dislodged that quickly.
I allow myself to bathe in the aftermath of my climax. Of how deep it came from within me and how thoroughly fucked I feel.
