“Ten. Ten. Oh my god, fuck, Aleks.” He massages my ass cheek, providing some relief, before picking me up so I straddle his legs. My heat sits flush against his crotch, and I just know I’m soaking his sweatpants right now. He brings me in for a kiss, and I taste myself against his tongue.
“You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
His hands dance down my body, and I loop mine around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our kiss deepens as I grind myself shamelessly against him. I’m so strung up, so ready to go again.
“I want you so badly,” I breathe out before tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. “I want you in me. Please. I need to come again. I’m so close.”
He groans, capturing my mouth with his.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He stands, picking me up with him before laying me on my stomach on the rug below us.
“Bend over and show me that pretty pussy, baby.”
I spread my arms forward, breasts pressed against the floor, arching my back as far as I can. I wiggle my ass in the air with a grin.
He tugs out of his sweatpants and kneels behind me. I look back at him, past the wings clipped to my bra. He fists his dick, staring at me through hooded eyes.
“Never fucked an angel before,” he says before sliding between my folds. I moan at the sensation, his thick cock filling me up better than anything else.
After we both got retested last week, we decided as a couple to forgo the condoms. I honestly love nothing better than the feeling of him coming inside me.
He pushes into me relentlessly, his hips pounding against me. My ass is still sore from the slaps, the pain adding sensation. My orgasm wavers on the edge, feasting on the feeling, growing with every pump. His dick pistons in and out, the pressure building and falling with each movement. I cry out when he completely bottoms out, and he moans against me.
Sex with Aleks is unlike anything else. I’ve never felt so connected to another person. He treats my body like a temple, worshiping it like he is going to find the path to the promised land. Then he’ll flip, destroying it like the devil punishing sinners in purgatory. Whether I’m his good girl or bad girl, I’m always his girl.
At this moment, I am just an angel servicing her god.
But I want more. I want to hit new heights. Elysium.
I roll my hips deeper, and a low growl escapes his chest. “Fuck me harder,” I beg him.
His hands come down to grip my hips, and his nails dig into me as he holds me tightly. The pain sparks pleasure, and suddenly I feel my entire abdomen clench. The pressure builds to a high I’ve never felt before. It almost feels like I need to pee. My brain begins to short circuit as the waves continue to rise. Then his hand comes up to fist my hair, and I gasp through the sudden sting. His other hand loops around my hip and rubs at my clit, and the sensation becomes almost unbearable. The intensity of it all is too deep.
“Will my bad girl be a good girl and come around my cock?”
He pinches my clit. That goddamned move that gets me every time. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop the downfall. My body spasms as my orgasm erupts through me, and his name falls from my lips like a curse. Absentmindedly, I feel wetness run down my legs. My pussy clenches, milking Aleks’ cock for all that it’s worth. I enter the sea of bliss, letting myself get swept away in it.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he grunts.
“Where do you want to come?”
He pulls out and stands, and I whine at the emptiness. He turns me around, placing me on my knees. I love when he moves my body, when he uses me for his pleasure.
“Let me paint that perfect face.” He runs his hand up and down his shaft, looking down at me.
I tilt my chin down, peering at him up through my lashes. I poke out my tongue, spreading it flat.
“Fuck, Stevie,” He groans, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before they land back on me.
I close my eyes as he comes in hot spurts, coating my face. My body lights up with pleasure, knowing that I did this to him. That I got him off, that I make him lose control.
I smile up at him while I lick my lips, drinking in his release.
“You look so pretty with my cum coating you.”
He leans down, thumbing some of his cum off me then bringing it to my lips. I suck it between my lips, popping off when I finish. He grins at me before leaning in to give me a kiss.
He grabs his sweatpants and uses the fabric to wipe off the remaining cum on me.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” He gives me his hand and pulls me up.
We begin to head to the door when someone starts banging on it. I startle, and Aleks positions me behind his back.
Jackson opens the door, takes one look at Aleks standing there naked, swears, and slams it shut. I fall to the ground in hysterics, clutching my chest.
The door reopens, and a pair of sweatpants are flung inside before it closes again. Aleks steps into them and cracks open the door, leaning against the frame.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, asshole. You told your stream you would be back five minutes ago.”
“Shit.”
Aleks scrambles to his desk, flinging himself into his chair as he turns his mic back on.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Shield was reciting me a love poem, and I had to let him down gently. It took a little longer than I anticipated to soothe his hurt.”
Jackson rolls his eyes then spots me on the ground, trying to rein in my laughter. His eyes widen, and he brings his hands up to cover his face.
I’m still in my outfit, and I’m guessing my face looks like a complete mess. I sober myself and stand up, popping a quick kiss on Aleks’ temple before slinking out the door and shutting it behind me. I give Jackson a pat on the back as I step around him to head into our bedroom.
I don’t really mind that Jackson saw me in my lingerie, it’s a cute as hell set. More people should see it, honestly. But I’m not going to walk around in it if it makes him uncomfortable. Plus, I have a feeling Aleks wants to keep it all to himself.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. My mascara is smeared all under my eyes, and there is dried cum everywhere, even on my breasts.
It should look awful, but I feel like sex on a stick right now.
I turn the heat way up in his shower. Honestly, the reason why I stay at Aleks’ half the time is because his shower is pure heaven. If I could transport it to my place, I would. There are jets along the side, and a rainfall showerhead in the center.
I tie my hair in a bun and step into the steam, letting the hot water pour down my body. The heat stings my sore ass slightly as I wash off, using his pine-scented body wash. I’ve never bothered bringing my own shower stuff here; I prefer to use Aleks’。 It makes me smell like him. I did, however, bring all my skincare items here. I clean my face three times before I feel confident there is no makeup or cum left.
Reluctantly, I step out of the warm shower and cocoon myself in one of Aleks’ fluffy towels. I dry and then turn around, standing on my tiptoes so I can admire my red ass in the mirror.
I wonder what other ways he can mark me.
TWENTY-EIGHT
* * *
ALEKS
“Finally.”
I roll my shoulders, tossing my headset to the side and shutting my system down for the night. It’s almost eleven, and I’m starving. I streamed longer to account for the break Stevie and I took earlier. I smirk at the memory. Fuck, she was gorgeous.