Mark Me, Shawn Bailey [classic novels for teens .TXT] 📗

“It’s called fellatio,” Dimitri mumbled.

Eli groaned. He knew that. He stopped fidgeting but remained nervous.

Dimitri went back down on him, sucking gently and massaging his balls. He made a wet, slurping noise when he lifted his head again.

The sound made Eli hot and bothered. And he nearly lost it as Dimitri opened his mouth and took every inch of his dick in. “You taste so good.”

“Oh!” Eli shouted as Dimitri palmed his wet cock and started vigorously masturbating him. His butt lifted from the table and Dimitri went back down on him, sucking, stroking, and sending such wonderful sensations through his body.

Eli relaxed his legs and concentrated on breathing. The more he tried the more he found himself panting and sweating.

Dimitri pulled at his balls and then slipped a finger inside of him.

Eli gasped and shot his load into Dimitri’s mouth. “Ah! Damn.” Dimitri released him and swallowed.

“You swallowed!”

“That’s what you’re supposed to do, stupid.” He wiped his mouth on one of the clean towels and then walked over to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “Believe it or not, rich, preppy cum is delicious.” He drank some of the water.

Eli laughed, groaned, and clutched his aching stomach. He sat up and found Dimitri gazing at him. Eli gulped. “What does your cum taste like?”

Dimitri sat the bottle of water down, took his hand and helped him off the table. “I’ve been told mine tastes like beer,” he said as he led Eli upstairs to his apartment. “I think I must tell you that I am a very selfish lover. I don’t share my sperm with just anyone. So consider yourself lucky.”

“Huh?” Eli asked as Dimitri pulled him into his bedroom and pushed him on the bed.

Dimitri removed the last remaining article of clothing from Eli’s body, his shirt, and glared down at him. “Did I stutter? I am about to make you mine. I want you trembling beneath me as I thrust into your hot, little ass.”

Eli whimpered. There was that word again.

Chapter Four

“Oh my,” Dimitri said as he looked down at Eli as he lay on his bed amongst his pillows. He hoped, but never dreamed, the young man’s body would be so fantastic. Eli had slim hips, six-pack abs, and a tiny waist. Eli rolled over on his stomach, giving him a glimpse of his backside.

Dimitri gasped and bit his bottom lip. “Your ass is to die for.” Eli rolled back over to his back and sat up. “Now let me see you,” he said cockily.

Dimitri tried to pull off his shirt.

Eli stopped him. “No, you promised me a lap dance.” Dimitri raised a blond eyebrow. “You rotten bugger.” He helped Eli off the bed and sat him down in an armless chair. He found a song on the stereo and Eli looked totally shocked as he began to dance for him. Dimitri removed the shirt, revealing his stunning Asian body art Greer had done. He didn’t say a word, keeping his eyes focused on Eli as he wiggled his hips and shook his butt to the saucy Latin song. He smiled, recalling the numerous times he’d done this routine when he was a stripper on Bourbon Street. He put his finger on the waist of his pants, drawing Eli’s attention downward. If he wanted a show, he’d give him one.

Dimitri unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his hips. He stepped out of them, without pausing, and walked over to the chair, clad only in a pair of black bikini briefs. “Ready, partner?” he asked as he did a bump and grind in front of Eli. He looked down between Eli’s legs. His answer bobbed wickedly in front of him like a cobra.

He turned his back and shook his bottom over Eli’s lap, exposing a little of his behind. He teased the young man by turning around and pretending to screw him in the seat. Dimitri reached down and raised Eli’s chin with a finger. “Do you like what you see?” Eli nodded absently, not taking his eyes off Dimitri.

Dimitri moved away from Eli, and slid the briefs down. Tiny, blond pubic hairs appeared first. Just a little tease. He turned his back to Eli again and slid the briefs down, revealing his ass. He stepped out of the briefs and then turned around to face him just as the song ended.

Eli smirked. “A violinist, a tattoo artist, and stripper. What a colorful job history. My parents are going to love you.” His gaze ran lazily over Dimitri’s body and landed on his cock.

Dimitri grinned as he made his cock swing. “Get ready, preppy.

I’m going to use this to make you scream.” Eli quickly raised his gaze, gulped, and nodded. “What an interesting tattoo.”

“Want to lick it?”

Eli looked away shyly.

“Oh, don’t go all frilly on me, Eli, my sweet. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He held out his hand. “You can do anything you want in my bed. I won’t tell.”

Eli placed his hand into Dimitri’s hand, rose, and followed him over to the bed. Dimitri sat down and Eli pushed him back and laid his head against the tattoo. “I’m scared,” he said. “My brain keeps saying no, but my heart keeps telling me to go for it.”

“Listen to your heart,” Dimitri said. “You can’t go wrong.” Eli licked at his tattoo, tracing the pattern with his tongue.

“I’m yours,” Dimitri said. “Do what you want to do.” Eli climbed over him and moved his mouth down Dimitri’s body.

His hand rubbed Dimitri’s abs as he lowered his head and captured his dick in mouth.

Dimitri whimpered this time as Eli’s warm mouth claimed him.

The music in the background set the mood as Eli lost every bit of his nervousness and used his mouth to stimulate him. Dimitri shoved his fingers into Eli’s thick hair and tugged lightly. His back arched as Eli ran his tongue up and down both sides of the shaft. “Suck on it, baby.”

Eli