The Untouchable

Chapter 79

"Open your eyes, Danny. Please, open them."

Daniel groaned, his wet palms spread across the mirror as the cock inside him rode gently over his prostate, sending shudders of pleasure through his body. Reluctantly, he stared at his reflection: half-closed, misty eyes; swollen, bitten lips; wet hair dripping and drying instantly on his heated skin. Alexander's swarthy hands roamed over his heaving chest and stomach. He bit down on Daniel's earlobe, twisted a nipple, and growled contentedly at another moan, thrusting deeper. Daniel turned away, clamping his eyes shut again, but Alexander caught his chin, turned his head back to the mirror, and forced him to meet his gleeful, happy gaze. A quiet laugh sounded in his ear.

"No, it doesn't work like that, sweetheart. Look at us when I take you. See how good you feel with me, how you want me," a second strong hand slid down, squeezing beneath the flowing crimson head.

Daniel exhaled a surrendered breath, obediently looking at them both. Alexander, triumphant and purring, the familiar madness spilling into his eyes. Himself, openly enjoying it, accepting his Master. Each slow thrust thrilled him, gasping as he kissed Alexander's neck and shoulders, never taking his eyes off the mirror. He braced himself with his hands, involuntarily arching his back to be penetrated deeper, sweeter. He could see the blood-filled, latex-covered shaft penetrating between the pinkened halves into the stretched hole, squelching with copious lubricant.

"You and I, Danny... we're a perfect match, perfect," Alexander whispered hotly, holding his chin. "Beautiful... god, so beautiful."

Beautiful. Daniel silently agreed, feeling his muscles tighten, an orgasm brewing in his vibrating body. Golden hair mingled with dark curls, a tanned cheek rubbing against a white and pink one. The shame of deriving such pleasure from the cock in his ass, from his Master taking him, was overwhelming. Intuitively catching the rejection, Alexander growled, dug his fingers into Daniel's thighs, and thrust harder, immediately adopting an unrestrained, powerful pace. The blood flow quickened with each thrust, and Daniel arched up, desperate to touch himself. But he couldn't - Alexander would have driven him into the mirror. He groaned raggedly, giving in to the hard cock, holding Alexander's crazed black-green gaze to the last.

Daniel jumped up in bed, looked around, and exhaled slowly. The familiar whitewashed walls, the softly lilac dawn filtering through the laundered chintz curtains, the blanket in a colorful comforter cover with a diamond-shaped cutout in the middle. Alexander wasn't here and couldn't be. He was left far behind, thousands of kilometers away. Another dream, just a dream, all of it unreal. Only the arousal was real - hard, ripe, wetting his underpants. He leaned back on the pillows, still breathing heavily from the strange mixture of desire and fear, with longing subtly slipping in. He listened cautiously: there was a distant rumbling in the yard. Baba Songolik, as always rising at five in the morning, was already milking the cows, giving him enough time.

He tore off his underwear, pressed on the head - pleasure hit him like an electric shock. He smeared the rich pre-cum on the shaft and jerked frenziedly, releasing the tension and waving away the annoying image. Alexander stubbornly surfaced under his closed eyelids, stared with those annoying green eyes, reached out with open lips for a kiss. The phantom touch of his fingers on the opening made Daniel hiss, cumming in his underpants and shuddering. The release made his head buzz, and his blood pulsed faster, but it felt better, at least physically.

He wiped himself clean and began to dress, figuring out what phase of their non-relationship this dream belonged to. Not the first phase, definitely - Alexander never changed his position in bed then. He always took him in the missionary position, not even allowing him to turn away. And not the second phase - by then, there was already a position from behind, but without tenderness or caresses. It must have been the third phase, though he couldn't remember when that hot sex in the bathroom had happened - they often fucked in front of the mirror. Only that way could Alexander take him from behind, see every change in his facial expressions, and maintain eye contact, so Daniel wouldn't imagine someone else in Alexander's place.