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God Ilyla might be the most irritable person on all of planet earth, his little smirk he gave me before the match is so fucking agitating. GOD! And the worst part is, is that I can’t even get him out of my mind. Every second in my mind is like an ongoing montage that never ends, and all it plays is Iyla naked, over and over and over.
I make the trip up the stairs to my hotel room, the place where he kissed me and- why am i even thinking about this right now? Just the thought of him makes my dick hard, and not the hard where it’s like the “I can just brush it off until I can find somewhere private” but the hard where if I don’t get back to my hotel room right now I might end up jerking off in public, kind of hard, and it’s all because of him. All because of Iyla Rozanov.
Upon arriving to my room I drop whatever I was carrying in my hands and barely make it to my bed before I am having to fight a fucking battle with my jeans.
As soon as my jeans fall to my ankles I quickly rip off my boxers, my cock springing up. My right hand grips my cock and upon touching it I moan in relief. I move to the bed, laying on the white bedding.
My head falls back, my chin facing the ceiling now. “Fuck! Iyla!” I moan/scream as my cum hits my stomach. I ride out my orgasm by jerking my cock a few more times. I let my cock rest on my stomach as I stare at the ceiling. What am I even doing? Ilya was messing with me, and I could feel myself falling more and more in love with him. All i wanted to do was not think about him-about us, for one damn moment.
***
I’d just started dating Rose, and she had invited me to the night club, to which I reluctantly went. After all she was my girlfriend and I loved her, but I also still cared (loved) about Ilya.
Shaking whatever thoughts of Ilya I had, I walked to where Rose, and Miles was. Her smile widened as she saw me coming over.
“Hey!” Rose chirped.
“Hey” I could tell she was already drunk, she looked too carefree.
“I’m gonna get us drinks!” Rose said as I walked to where everyone was dancing. The clubs lights flashed purple, green, and red playing music as loud as they could, and then….
God-Fuck-No! There he was Ilya fucking Rosanov, looking directly at me as he dances with a woman in his arms, his hands on her hips.
It’s like everything went quiet, all the music, all the people dancing seemed to go still as I fell numb.
I don’t really notice it, but my body drags me outside of the club, and I can feel somebody behind me.
“Shane Hollander…” Ilya’s thick Russian accent carries out at the end, almost like he missed me?
“What do you want Ilya” I tried to make my voice sound cold, but inevitably it doesn’t work.
“Just visiting an old friend” His voice sounded almost teasing.
I turned around to face him. “Who?”
“You” Ilya answered with a smug smirk.
“I have a girlfriend, Ilya”
“I know, I saw you two on the news” He waves his hand when he says news. “Miss me Hollander?”
“No”
“I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes. They do a little glisten thing” He waves his hands again gesturing to his own eyes
“Ilya, I don’t want you”
“Then tell your… little friend to calm down” Ilya gestures to my cock, which was hard.
Ilya walks over to me pinning me to the brick wall of the club, and kissing me hard. The kiss was filled with passion and longing. His tongue claiming my mouth as if it was his, and i knew it was wrong but Ilyla was too fucking good at it. He made me want more of him.
“Come. Follow me” Ilya says walking to the sidewalk, and I followed him, which is going to be my second mistake of the night, upon many that will happen tonight.
***
Ilya drags me to his hotel room. He puts his key card in the scanner, and opens the door pinning me to the wall almost immediately before he even gets the chance to close the door.
Ilya’s lips crash onto mine, his tongue intruding my mouth yet again.
“Pants off now” His voice is sharp at the end of each of the words, as if he is punctuating them.
“W-What?”
“Hollander I could not be more clear” With a little bit of hesitation I strip my pants letting them fall to the floor.
Ilya drops to his knees, teasing me with his fingertips as he puts his fingers under my boxers.
Looking up at me, he drags my boxers down by his teeth, letting my cock out.
His mouth is surprisingly gentle on the tip of my cock. “Gawk gawk gulk”
“Mmmmm Ilya” I moan out. My moan makes him go fast on my cock, deep throating it.
My breathing quickens. “Say my name while you cum in my mouth, Hollander”
I grip Ilyas hair as my moans turn into sloppy screams. “Ilya! God, Ilya! Oh my god!” I cum into his mouth, his tongue lapping every last drop.
He lets me recover from my orgasm before commanding, “Bed” I move to the bed as he fumbles with his suitcase grabbing a bottle of lube.
“What are you doing”?”
“What does it look like i’m going to do?” He says in a teasing yet cold tone. “Play mermaids with you? No. I’m going to fuck you in the ass, Hollander, that’s what I’m going to do” I obey his command again bending over the bed.
While I’m bent over he removes his pants and boxers, lathering his cock with lube, and then my butthole with it as well.
“Ready?” He asks but it was more of a statement, than a question because he didn’t wait for me to answer before he pushed his cock in me. We both moaned at the same time.
“Fuck Hollander” His thick russian accent even deeper as he pounds into me.
As Ilya thrusts harder into me he says, “I’m going to cum inside you Hollander. and you’re going to take it”. I nod in agreement, and I assume he is smirking because I can’t seem to formulate a word besides his name out of my mouth.
“Hollander!” Ilya screams as he cums inside of me. We both collapse on the bed, as he kisses my neck. “Seems like you haven’t missed me at all Hollander” Ilya says mocking me from the hour prior.
“Shut up Ilya” I say as my head hits his hotel pillow, and his head lays on my chest as my eyes droop to sleep.