Page 138 of Ghost Ribbon

When he was naked under me I sat back on my heels for a moment and just looked.

He was hard already, cock resting against his stomach, the tip shiny. His thighs trembled slightly. His hands were fisted in the sheets beside his head like he didn’t trust himself to reach for me yet.

“Beautiful,” I murmured.

He made a small sound in the back of his throat and turned his face away, embarrassed. I caught his chin and made him look at me again.

“Don’t hide”

I leaned over him and opened the nightstand drawer. The bottle of lube was right where I left it. I grabbed it, uncapped it, and poured a generous amount onto my fingers. The liquid was cool against my skin. I warmed it between my hands for a second, then reached down between his legs.

Marco’s breath hitched the moment my slick fingers brushed his hole.

“Alexei—”

“Shh. I’ve got you.”

I circled the tight ring slowly, coating him, pressing just enough to feel him flutter under the touch. Then I pushed the tip of one finger inside. He gasped, hips twitching. I worked it deeper, until I was buried to the knuckle. His walls clenched around me, hot and tight.

“Breathe,” I told him. “Just like that. Good boy.”

I added a second finger. The stretch made him whimper. His hands flew up to my shoulders, fingers digging in. I scissored gently, curling and twisting, searching for the spot that always made him fall apart. When I found it he cried out, back arching off the bed.

“There,” I said, voice rough. “Feel that?”

“Y-yes—ah—”

I kept working him open, two fingers moving in and out, spreading him, preparing him for more. The sounds he made were perfect.

“You’re so tight,” I murmured. “Still so fucking tight for me.”

He nodded frantically, like he couldn’t form words. I twisted my wrist and brushed that spot again. His cock jumped against his stomach, leaking a thin string of precum onto his skin.

“Please,” he whispered. “Alexei, please—”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. I need…I need you inside me. Now.”

I pulled my fingers free. He made a needy little sound at the loss. I reached for the lube again, poured more into my palm, and stroked it over my cock. I was already hard enough that it almost hurt. I lined myself up against him, the blunt head of my cock pressing against his stretched hole.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

His eyes locked onto mine.

I pushed in.

In one long, continuous thrust I buried myself inside him to the hilt. The tight heat of him swallowed me completely. Marco’s entire body jerked. A gasp tore from his throat. His eyes flew wide, then filled with tears almost immediately. His hands scrambled at my shoulders, nails digging in.

“Alexei…oh god….you’re…..you’re so big—”

“I know,” I growled, staying completely still so he could adjust. “You’re taking me so well.”

He was shaking under me, tears slipping down his temples into his hair. His hole clenched and fluttered around my cock in frantic little pulses.

“It hurts,” he whimpered. “It’s too much—”

I leaned down and kissed the tears from the corner of his eye. “But you’re still asking for more, aren’t you?”