"Lady, you have to leave now. I'm so sorry I'm being rude but you can't stay here. Ivan's...busy and he's going to be busy for a long time." Her voice breaks on the word busy both times. Damn right I'm busy.
Kat slams the door shut in Jenny's face and spins so she's facing me taking away the softness in my hands that I was getting very comfortable holding. "What the hell are you doing?" her breath is heavy and she's dragging in as much air as she can which causes her breasts to bounce.
"Playing." I give her the answer that is going to piss her off the most. Getting under her skin is the most fun I've had in a long time. I wait for the theatrics, the shouting that will eventually lead to some hot hate sex but Kat surprises me again.
All the mad drops off her face and the look she gives me is more confusion. Her eyes flick over my face like she might be trying to read me before she looks away completely. She slowly backs away from me until she's back at my bookcase before she speaks.
"Well don't do it again. I don't like to be played with."
Something about the way she is acting has my hackles up. It's all wrong for someone like Kat.
"Has someone hurt you?" her head jerks up again. She tells me no and she's looking at me like I'm a fucking crazy man but I have to know. She says no one has done something to make her pull away from sex. If I hadn't felt how wet the edge of her night shorts are I would put it down to her just not being interested but a woman doesn't get that wet and not want the guy she's standing next to. I move closer to her. "Has someone..."
Shit, how do you ask a question like this? I want to know, I need to understand. I don't want her to be uncomfortable around me the entire time we are together. I want her to realize I'm not going to hurt her or do anything she doesn't want to do.
"Have all of your past sexual encounters gone well?" her mouth drops open. I'm a little shocked myself.
"What are you, my doctor? What the hell business is it of yours if my past 'encounters' as you put it, went well?"
Fuck it. I never said I was smooth. I am a Russian; we typically don't go for subtle. I stomp over to her and squat down in front of her, taking her chin in my hand so she can't pull away.
"Did someone molest or rape you?"
That mouth, popping open in her perfect little 'o's. She tries to shake her head but can't move it because of my hold. She finally gives me the definite no I am looking for. "No, why would you ask that?"
My whole hand engulfs her throat and chin. She can't break away from me. I reach my hand out until I touch the mound between her legs. Her expressive chocolate eyes tell me I've shocked her again but I have no time trying to decode their widening. I move my fingers so they can wiggle under the edge of her shorts and dip into the warm, wet honey she's got dripping for me there. When I wet my fingers enough I take them back out and hold them up in front of her, showing her how wet she is.
"Oh my God." It's a whisper from her mouth. She looks like she has stopped breathing.
"You got wet for me." I pull my fingers apart getting caught up in looking at just how wet she did become for me. It is a beautiful thing. But looking at Kat's face you wouldn't think so.
"So," she tries to pull away from me now while still staring at my fingers.
"So, I know you find me attractive. I find you equally as attractive as you can clearly tell. Why did you pull away?" I wait for the answer but as more and more seconds tick by I am starting to wonder if I am going to get one. Finally, she answers.
"I don't know what you mean." Confusion and embarrassment are warring for the dominant emotion in her eyes. She really has no clue what I'm talking about. "Are you playing with me again?"
Hurt tinges her voice but something else flashes through her eyes. It almost looks like fear. She's breathing heavily, taking in great gulps of air and her pulse is jackhammering against my thumb. A new thought takes the place of the old one. One that really complicates things.
"How many lovers have you been with?"
I use her chin to bring her closer to me.
"What?" Oh no. "How many people have you slept with?"
She pushes hard enough that I have to fight for balance but I don't let her go. "Fuck you. You don't need to know that. Why the hell would you want to ask me that?" She keeps pushing on me until I finally give in and sit on my butt next to her, yanking her over my lap until she's straddling me. I take her arms and pull them together behind her back.
"Because when we have sex I would like to know how many sexual partners you've had. It's something that needs to be discussed."
She looks at me like I have lost my fucking mind. "What the fuck is wrong with you? We are not going to have sex together." She tries again to break away but the way I have her it just causes her to move up and down on my cock.
"Why? Why would we not have sex if both of us find the other attractive? Clearly, you're ready for me."
She makes a little disgruntled sound. If this is leading where I think it is, one I am a bastard for forcing this topic, and two I am going to be taking a lot of cold showers. No way am I fucking with a virgin. Under no fucking circumstances. Never had one, never want one.
She takes a deep breath and looks me right in the eye before speaking, "Ivan, let go of me."
Fuck! "You don't have any other lovers, do you? You're a fucking virgin, aren't you?" I'm up from under her in no time. I might have dumped her ass on the floor all sprawled out in my effort to get back to my feet but I had to get back to my computer and away from her. What the fuck? How the fuck does a woman get to be twenty-something and still have an intact cherry? Nothing and I mean nothing, she could have done or said would have scared me more than this.
I'm forty-one years old. I've been to fucking prison. I used to kill people for a living and the government paid me. There is no way I can deal with a virgin. This dick isn't going anywhere near her. She's fucking pure white snow and I'm the shit some mother fucker who drank too much vodka pissed in. White is something I do not do.
Damn I feel old and dirty just fucking thinking of sticking my cock in her. But son-of-a-bitch she felt good when I had my fingers sliding into her just barely. I really wish I had put my fingers in my mouth now so I could know what she tastes like. Now I'll never find out.
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Kat
I would really love to know what the hell is up with this crazy fucking Russian. He comes on all hot and heavy one minute and the next its stone-cold ice. In almost thirty minutes he's done nothing but type away on his fucking keyboard and stare at his computer screen. He hasn't spoke to me or even turned to look at me.