I’m shoved off-balance from the sternness of Nikolai’s lips. They fail to part to the lashing of my tongue, and his hands remained clenched at his side. His response isn’t one I anticipated, but it makes me want him even more. He’s wary our exchange has made me vulnerable, and he doesn’t want to take advantage of me.
“I want you,” I whisper against Nikolai’s mouth, my eyes focused on his. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. And now that I’m not your attorney, I can have you.”
A deep, simpering moan rolls up my throat when Nikolai parts his lips, allowing me to slip my tongue inside his mouth. He doesn’t push or deepen our kiss. He holds back, letting my kiss assure him our exchange has nothing to do with vulnerability.
I weave my fingers through his hair as I bring our bodies closer together. The heat of his stiffened cock breaks the connection between us. I leap into the air, my clit oversensitive from days of torturous foreplay.
A hint of the Nikolai I’ve been wrangling the past three days surfaces when his eyes spark with smugness, revealing he didn’t miss my body’s response to his touch.
Endeavoring to snuff the cockiness from his eyes, I give my hands free rein on a body I’ve been dying to touch. I run them over the smooth planes of his pecs before dropping them to the hard bumps in his stomach. I glide them across the rough patch of curly hairs in his midsection, scrubbing ever so lightly on the massive bulge too large for my hand, before drawing them around to squeeze an ass that feels as good as it looks.
Nikolai keeps his hands at his side, though they’re more tightly clenched than they were minutes ago. “I want to fucking touch you. I’m dying to fucking touch you,” he growls, his words strained like he’s in pain.
“Then touch me,” I instruct, my voice husky with arousal.
He doesn’t respond. . . unless you include grunting as a form of communication?
My breasts brace against his chest when I drag my arms behind my back to remove my bra. The fabric falls to the ground with a silent whoosh, heightening the sexual tension brimming in the air. I stand still for a moment, giving Nikolai the time needed to see my scars without hindrance. If he wants to stop this, this is his final chance.
“You’re fucking perfect, Ahren. If I stared at you long enough, I’m certain I could cum just from looking at you,” Nikolai growls as his cock thickens more.
His compliment awards me with enough heat to see me through winter. When I fall to my knees in front of him, his excitement can’t be contained. The veins in his cock thicken as the tip glistens with arousal.
“Fuck, Ahren. I was trying to fix the wrongs I made, not have you kneeling before me.” The strain in his voice is unmissable, heightening my senses even more. “I should be stopping this, but fucked if I can.”
I smile, smitten I’m not the only helpless one in our odd duo.
His cock throbs furiously against my palm when I slide my hand down his shaft. My movements are purposely slow, ensuring he is aware nothing I do is done under duress. My mouth dries in an instant when a thick, shiny drop of precum beads on his knob. It’s such a mesmerizing sight, my IQ declines to a disrespectable level. I’m practically drooling, incapable of a better response.
I lean forward, eager to clear away the decadent drop. I wrap my hand around his velvety shaft before my tongue darts out to lap up the sticky bead of moisture. His groan rolls all the way down his chest before vibrating on my tongue.
His wordless response instigates recklessness within me. I glide my lips down his shaft, taking as much of him in my mouth as I can without gagging. His cock pulses as it thickens even more.
“Fuckkkkk,” Nikolai moans through a roar, his hands moving to clutch my hair. “This is even better than I imagined.”
His grip on my hair is firm, but he remains perfectly still, allowing me to worship his cock without any hindrance. I draw him into my mouth again and suck down hard, loving the sting his hold on my hair is causing to my scalp. Pleasure crackles through me as I take him deeper, determined to have him singing as loudly as I did when he took me to the brink.
I tighten my lips and flatten my tongue at the same time his hips begin to naturally rock. He pumps in and out of my mouth as efficiently as lust races in my veins. I’ve never been good at giving head, and in all honesty, I’ve never really enjoyed it, but this is a totally different experience. l’m loving sucking his cock so much, my orgasm builds like a tsunami: fast and without warning.
“That’s it, Ahren. Just like that,” Nikolai groans, rocking into me faster.
As waves of excitement roll over my belly, I hollow my cheeks even more, wanting to ensure I don’t come before him. He increases his speed as his breathing intensifies. His heavy pants thrill me, thrusting my desire to climax to the forefront of my mind.
Mindless with need, my hand slithers down to my pussy. Air leaves my lungs in a long, brutal grunt when I feel how damp my panties are. I’m saturated.
“Don’t worry, Ahren. I’ll look after you. You’ll feel me for days once I’m done with you,” he guarantees as he gathers my hair to the side, giving himself an unrestricted view of my fingers toying with my clit.
His pledge makes my excitement reach a point I can’t ignore. I groan against his knob before sucking down hard. Just as he wasn’t prepared for my surprise attack, I’m ambushed by his sudden climax. Cum roars out of his cock, pumping into my throat within seconds.
“Mmm,” I moan. Nikolai’s taste is so wickedly delicious, I can barely hold back my own orgasm.
After I finish swallowing every drop of his cum, he scopes down and lifts me from the ground. An audible pop bounces around the room when his still erect cock slips from my mouth. I whine softly, my mouth already missing the weight of him. Lust detonates in his eyes when I run my finger over my lips, ensuring I didn’t miss a drop of his spawn.
“You got every drop,” he mumbles, his voice electrified with unbridled lust. “Every fucking one.”
The suede on my couch feels smooth against my skin when Nikolai lays me down on it. “Too far,” he mumbles against my neck when my eyes stray to my bedroom door. “I can’t wait another fucking minute.”
His erection rubs against my wet core as his lips go crazy. He sucks on my neck, chest, stomach and thighs while his hand snaps away the minuscule article of clothing I’m wearing. My hands twitch to cover my body when he leans back to take in the entire picture, but the amorous gleam in his eyes keeps them planted at my side.
“So fucking stunning. If I wasn’t dying to sink my cock into you, I’d be staring at you all day.”
I blink back tears before leaning over to pull open the drawer of the end table next to the couch. Nikolai raises a brow when he sees the twelve pack of condoms resting in the middle of the empty drawer.
“You can never be too prepared,” I mumble as embarrassment rolls through me. I purchased those condoms during my trip to the grocery store this weekend. I don’t know why—I just did it instinctively.
I’m mesmerized moments later by the visual of him rolling a condom down his cock. Although grateful his eagerness saved me from embarrassingly fumbling through the process of securing protection, my hands are jealous they weren’t given the chance to touch him again.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I mumble when he presses the head of his shaft against the entrance of my pussy. “Will that fit?”
A surge of electricity sparks my womb when Nikolai chuckles at my shameful question.
“Yes, it will fit,” he assures me, inching the head in ever so slightly. “Because you’re so fucking wet, I’ll slide straight in.”
He slams home, taking me to the base of his cock with one ardent thrust. My insides clench, equally excited and pained we’ve finally reached this stage of our exchange. The feeling is odd, an imbalance of pain and pleasure. It feels good and wickedly bad at the same time.
When the pain starts to subside, I expect him to move. Twitch. Do something. He does nothing. He just stares down at me, his eyes as icy as Antarctic waters.
“You know this changes everything, right?” he asks, his voice void of its earlier anguish. It isn’t cocky or arrogant, more pleased than anything.
“Yes,” I answer, gingerly nodding.
That one thrust changes everything. But I honestly don’t care. I’m too caught up in the moment to let anything dampen it.
“Good.”
Nikolai’s one, short word barely leaves his mouth before he pounds into me. He uses every muscle in his body to thrust into me over and over again, only stopping to reposition me so he can take me even deeper.
“Fucking perfect. I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on you that you’d feel this good.”
His breathing is as hard as he is pumping into me, a controlled, rhythmic pace that showcases his bedroom skills in the most brilliant light. He is a man familiar with fucking, and he does it well. He has me sitting on the brink within minutes, my mind blank, my body shut down. I’m so wet, I’m panicked about what the dampness will do to the material of my couch.
My worry doesn’t linger for long. Not a thought passes my mind when he glides his hand between our bodies to locate my clit. He pinches it with his fingers, sending jolts of ecstasy roaring through my veins.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God,” I chant on repeat, my intellect too low to conjure a better set of sentences.
“That’s it, Ahren. Let me hear your screams,” Nikolai murmurs as he continues pummelling me into oblivion.
My pleasure builds rapidly, scorching my veins and heating my face.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, like it’s a bad thing. Something this good couldn’t possibly be bad.
I freefall into ecstasy when his rough groan shreds my eardrums. “Good. Come on my cock. Show me how much you’re enjoying this.”
He watches me crumble beneath him, the thrill in his eyes undeterred from my withering frame. His orgasm soon follows mine, but his pursuit doesn’t weaken. He rams into me with every magnificent spasm jerking through his body.
When the intensity becomes too much for either of us to bear, Nikolai collapses on me, his breathing heavy on my neck. My orgasm sucks the life right out of me, but it can’t stop me from smiling. That was. . . I don’t have a word to explain it. It deprived my lungs of oxygen and coated my skin with sweat. It also made my heart feel the fullest it’s ever been.
I’m so exhausted, the rhythm of my breathing soon lowers to a gentle wheeze.
“Oh no, Ahren.” Nikolai draws me back from my slumbering state. “You don’t have time to sleep. I’m not even halfway through with you yet.”
He hoists me off the couch before throwing me over his shoulder. My eyes comically bulge when he smacks my backside while charging for my room. His spank was playful but frisky enough to ward off any eagerness for sleep.
