Dark Soul Vol. 2 by Aleksandr Voinov Read Free Book Online Page A

“Lock the door.”
    “Done.”
    “You did?”
    “Always.” Silvio glanced down his body. “I want to undress you.”
    “No.” Not with all those bruises. No touch was just enough touch in his book. “I’m not . . . I’m in no state.”
    Silvio pushed the blankets aside and glanced down to his groin. “I think you are.” His lips opened a little; the tip of his tongue appeared briefly between them, like a cat. “Make me?”
    Stefano shuddered at the promise, all that raw sexual energy focused on him; Silvio was only offering to make him feel better, do his bidding, do something he’d imagined so often under the shower: Silvio’s lips around his dick. “How far did you get with that guy?”
    Silvio flashed him a grin so sharp it bordered on cruel. “I was about to fuck him.”
    “Not the other way round?”
    “His dick was too smal . But you’re a grower, aren’t you?”
    Stefano huffed laughter. “Try it.” He grabbed Silvio by the neck, and although even that hurt and Silvio could have easily freed himself, Silvio complied and bent down, close enough that he felt the heat from Silvio’s breath through his pajamas. “How long have you wanted this?”
    “Ever since that night I saw you.” Silvio bent down and pressed his nose to Stefano’s groin, right next to his dick, inhaling deeply and sending a wave of desire through Stefano. God damn Silvio, but anything the man did turned him on fiercely.
    “When you tied me up, I wanted you to fuck me and then force me to suck you off.”
    “I wanted to do that, too.”
    Silvio’s lips parted in a grin. “I know.” He licked along the outline of Stefano’s dick, his breath and moisture and the rub from the cotton making Stefano gasp. The guilt ebbed away despite the fact that a blowjob was still sex. He was still cheating.
    He tightened his grip in Silvio’s hair and pushed his pajama pants down with his other hand, baring his cock. Silvio’s dark eyes gleamed, and there was a flash of white, sharp teeth before Stefano pushed him further down.
    With a snakelike movement of the head, Silvio took Stefano’s cock between his lips and sucked it inside his mouth. Stefano arched and gasped, ready to curse Silvio for the pain that caused, but the impulse was held in check by the unbelievable feeling of being in his mouth. He rocked his hips up, hand in Silvio’s hair now so tight it had to hurt, but Silvio didn’t even wince, so focused was he on Stefano’s cock.
    Yet every involuntary jerk of his hips went like a knife through Stefano’s torso, and every harsh breath hurt up to his teeth. Silvio did his best, Stefano assumed, licking and sucking, even attempting to deep-throat him, but this was like torture. The more aroused he got, the more he moved and the more it hurt, which made it impossible to come.
    To Silvio’s credit, he only tried harder and didn’t seem bored for a second, so it was Stefano who admitted defeat and pushed Silvio away when his cock softened again despite Silvio’s best efforts.
    “It’s . . . good, Silvio. Leave it.” Hurts too bad. Stupid fucking Russians.
    Silvio glanced up to him, but rather than moving away embarrassed or frustrated, he placed a kiss on Stefano’s thigh and rubbed his face so gently against it that the movement didn’t jolt him. Stefano touched Silvio’s neck, stroked the short-shorn hair there.
    Hell, admitting he didn’t quite function would have been so undignified with anybody else, but Silvio didn’t seem to mind. It still grated, but Stefano managed to ignore it better with the continued touches and attention. Silvio didn’t treat him as defective or less of a man.
    Silvio glanced up to him. “You’re really not a masochist.”
    Stefano laughed and winced. “No. No, I’m not.”
    “That’s okay.” Silvio pulled his pants up again to make him decent, then pulled the blanket up to his waist. “I’d likely have come from the pain.”
    God, Silvio, who messed you up so bad that you