She raised an impish brow. “Really? My friend said some guys like teeth.”
“Not this fucking one.”
“Sure about that?” She licked up my shaft and then snapped her teeth at me adorably.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her to keep sucking my dick. I wanted it all.
Here I was trying to be a gentleman for the first time in my life, but then she had to call me “passive” and bring teeth into the mix. Screw it.
Pushing her hair back from her face, I demanded, “Take me in your mouth and suck.”
She held eye contact with me and obeyed without a word. Taking me between her lips, she slid down a few inches and sucked like a pro on her way up. Fuck. My hand fisted in her hair, gliding her head back down. And up. And down. I restrained my movements, going easy on her. But when she made little humming noises around my cock and pressed her thighs together, I realized this was really turning her on. Fuck me. My restraint snapped.
“Deeper, kotyonok,” I ordered harshly.
Complying, her mouth slid down even farther to take in those last few inches. She gagged before she made it. The heat building at the base of my spine grew hotter and unstable. I knew it wouldn’t take much more.
“Relax your throat,” I rasped.
I ran my thumb down the smooth column to show her what I wanted. She inhaled, and the next time she took me in her mouth, she slid down, managing to take every fucking inch.
“Fuck, kotyonok,” I growled. “Your sweet mouth is going to make me come.”
She pulled back to suck in a ragged breath. Her eyes watered, tears pouring down her cheeks. My heart pounded with force, but I softly held her hair back from her face, my voice a deep rasp.
“Then the only place left for me to come in is your ass.”
She hummed a breathy noise and rubbed her thighs together before licking up my shaft, then taking my cock in her mouth all the way again. I hissed through my teeth. She gagged, her throat constricted around me, and it was game over. The heat inside me erupted so violently my ears rang as I pulled back slightly to come in her mouth and not down her throat, unsure of how she would feel about that.
She looked up at me, her eyes watering little streaks down her cheeks, and swallowed. I made a rough sound through my teeth, every cell in me on fire with satisfaction and . . . something else. She wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, her hair an unruly mess of curls reaching past her waist. The sight turned me inside out. Like someone had shoved a hand into my chest and ripped out my non-beating heart.
Fuck.
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine, kissing her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers found purchase in my hair, which sent a shudder through me. I swallowed her sigh. That little puff of air of hers settled like an anchor in my empty chest.
Pulling back, I brushed some wetness from her cheeks. “These are the only tears I like.”
Her eyes held mine for a moment, but where transparency usually lay was that absent place I despised. I knew it wasn’t distress that caused her to put up a wall, but something else entirely.
I brushed another tear from her cheek and said, “Now sit on my face.”
Her brow furrowed. “I didn’t do that to get something in return. This . . . was just for you.”
I smiled. She was cute. My perfect little martyr. But she had something wrong. She squealed when I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to straddle my face.
“This is for me,” I said with a growl, pulling her thong to the side and sucking her clit into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“You’re wet, kotyonok,” I scolded. “Is all of this from just sucking me off?”
“Da.”
I wanted to smile. I liked hearing Russian on her lips more than I should. Spreading her open with my thumbs, I gave her cunt little licks and sucks that made her shake.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
I chuckled roughly. “I think I’m a bad influence on you.”
Her hand found purchase in my hair, and she grinded down on my face, yelping when I nipped where her hip bone met her inner thigh for being impatient. She sighed when I laved the sore spot with my tongue. Then I moved back to her pussy, sucking each lip into my mouth, releasing them with a light graze of teeth. Her forehead fell to rest on the couch arm with a moan.
“Ronan, I’m going to come.”
“Christ, woman,” I rasped. “I haven’t even started the ABCs.”
“I don’t know what those are, but I do know I don’t want a lesson on the alphabet right now.”
I fought a laugh. “We’ll start with A.”
She groaned in frustration. “Ronan, no—” The rest was cut off by a raspy moan that would wake the dead. And probably Yulia. Even Mila’s carnal noises sounded innocent. Sexy and feminine and perfect. I’d never get them out of my head.
I drew a B on her clit with my tongue before switching to C. Her thighs trembled while she mumbled incoherent moans. She was so close, I sucked her clit hard, and she shattered. I slid my fingers inside her just to feel the hot pulses, only pulling free after they stopped. She panted coming down from her high.
A sudden knock on the door caused Mila to fall off the couch. I couldn’t hold in a chuckle. I knew this gentleman thing wasn’t for me. Seeing Kirill in the doorway, I pulled my briefs over my cock. The doctor stood with his briefcase in hand and a massive look of disappointment.
Apparently, he was with WebMD on this one.
“He made me do it!” Mila blurted from her spot on the floor.
“U neye ovulyatsiya,” I explained. “Ona prakticheski iznasilovala menya.” She’s ovulating. She practically raped me.
Kirill’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. “I ty ne mog ot ne’ye otbit’sa.” And you couldn’t fend her off, I see.
I smiled. “Ona sil’neye, chem kazhetsya.” She is stronger than she looks.
Mila got to her feet and aimed a glare at me. “Ovulating? You’re the one who’s always ovulating if you ask me.”
I laughed. She must have not understood the “rape” part of the conversation, or she’d have a lot more to say. My amusement nose-dived when I remembered she was wearing nothing but my thin T-shirt.
My gaze hardened. “Go put on some fucking pants, Mila.”
She ignored me. Straight-up ignored me. If she thought the gunshot wound had made me so passive I wouldn’t carry her ass up those stairs, she was wrong. But her words momentarily paused me.
“Will he be okay?” she asked.
The doctor understood the English but unfortunately couldn’t translate his very superfluous response. “Yesli odin vystrel v ruku ub’yet yego, ya razvedus’ s lyubimoy zhenoy i trakhnu izvestnuyu shlyukhu s vich. Potom pereyedu v sibir’ i budu vyrashchivat’ repu, poka ne umru.”
I laughed loudly.
Mila frowned. “Was that a no?”
“He said if one shot in the arm kills me, he’ll divorce his loving wife and fuck a famous whore with HIV. Then he’ll move to Siberia and farm turnips until he dies.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth to hide a smile. “He thinks you’re immortal too.”
I wanted to return the smile but didn’t. I’d escaped a lot of near-deaths. When I was younger, I thought even death didn’t want me. Now, I thought fighting my way out of the freezing Moskva had awarded me an iron-clad resilience to live.