Page 34 of Confession
“I’m not forgiving, Quinn.”
“I know that.”
His grip on my balls eases. He tugs them. “I really like this.”
His phone keeps buzzing. “Vitali.”
He makes a sound of frustration and releases me. I gasp at the sudden absence of stimulation. Vitali’s dark eyes flick to mine as he pulls out his phone and answers it.
“Yeah, Joe.” His free hand returns to my cock, lightly stroking me through my warmups again. My eyes drift shut.
Vitali makes a grumbling sound as he listens to Joe. I can’t make out what Joe’s saying, and I’m having trouble paying attention with Vitali’s hand stroking my cock. He reaches inside my pants again and uses his thumb to rub my precum all over my cockhead.
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter. My hands grip the counter on either side of my hips.
“Where?” Vitali asks. “Hm. Send me the location. Yes.”
Vitali ends the call and returns his phone to his back pocket.
“Wha …” My thoughts are difficult to gather with Vitali teasing my cockhead likes he’s doing. “What’s going on?”
“I’m gonna make you come.”
Keeping his hand on my cock, Vitali pulls me away from the counter until I’m leaning into him. His other hand slides into my warmups to knead my ass as he uses my precum to slick me.
My arms curl around him as he starts nibbling at my neck and jaw and ear. I bite back a needy sound when his finger finds my hole. He massages the soreness as he keeps stroking me.
I can’t think.
Usually, I don’t respond like this to gentle dominance, but he’s already broken down half my barriers. He’s already opened me and made me vulnerable. So my mind floats in the pleasure of his easy control of me. He murmurs against me, seduces me. I’m already so close, so swollen and aching and primed. So when he demands in my ear, “Come,” my body simply obeys him.
I cry out as my cock kicks in his hand, pumping out my hot release. His finger digs into my ass and he closes his teeth on theside of my neck, breathing hard against me as he milks me of every drop.
I go slack against him, shuddering through the aftershocks. He loosens his grip on my semi-hard cock but doesn’t let go. He breathes against me. He nuzzles me.
I want him. Fuck, I do. The desire is so powerful that I have to squeeze my eyes shut. I have to withdraw.
As I pull away from him, he releases his hold on my ass and my cock. But he kisses me as I go, his lips brushing mine.
He turns to the sink and washes his hands. Like last night, he dampens a cloth and hands it to me. His cock is hard in his jeans.
“I have to go,” he says.
My thoughts are a swirling mess, but I manage to ask, “What’s going on? I can get changed—”
“No. It’s not like that. You stay here.”
“Vitali—”
He crushes his lips to mine and really kisses me this time. He’s aggressive, invasive, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like it belongs to him.
It does.
But then he breaks away, says, “I’ll be back in a while,” and leaves.
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