Two young men step inside and stop mid-sentence, staring.
Kostya growls in Russian, glaring hard enough to melt steel.
The men duck their heads, muttering apologies in Russian, and flee, the door closing behind them. He kisses me once more, briefly, and then strides to the window and yanks the shades shut with one quick, forceful motion.
He looks around for a moment, like he’s trying to find something in the dark, then goes to one corner, bends, and comes up carrying a long, thick wooden beam. His forearms bulge as he fits it to the notches in the back of the door, barring it completely.
“There,” he says, and pulls me to him again. “Anyone who wants to interrupt now had better have siege equipment, because they can knock until their knuckles bleed.”
We kiss again, hard, his lips nearly crushing mine. I bite his lip as he pulls away, his hands already unbuttoning my shirt, and he growls at me.
I tear my half-unbuttoned shirt off, and before it even hits the floor Kostya’s already shoved my bra over my breasts, then over my head. He pushes me against the wall next to the door, the plaster cool against my back as he kisses my neck, his teeth just barely brushing my skin as he works his way down.
I make a noise through my teeth, and then he does bite me.
“Yahoo sea’s tibia,” it sounds like he says, chuckling softly.
My fingers are fumbling at the top button of his shirt, and it finally pops open.
“What?” I ask, moving on to the next one.
“I want to devour you,” he says. His mouth is on my collarbone and he’s unbuttoning my professional black pants, pushing them over my hips, and I kick them off as he pinches one nipple between his fingers and flicks his tongue over the other.
I moan, my eyes sliding shut. He bites my nipple, and I gasp, then hold my breath as he bites just a little harder, teasing it between his teeth.
Holy fuck it feels good, like light exploding through my body, just hard enough to set every nerve blissfully on edge.
I grab a handful of his hair and he sucks slowly, then finally pulls away.
“That good?” he asks.
“Yes,” I gasp.
He bites my other nipple and I think I growl but then he’s standing, kissing me on the mouth again and I’m finally pulling his shirt over his head. I put the palm of my hand on the base of his cock, through his pants, and drag it up his length slowly as he throbs beneath me.
“God, you do things to me,” he whispers in my ear.
I get his pants off and kiss him again as he lifts me into the air and I wrap my legs around him, pressing the length of his cock against myself as he pushes me back against the wall. I’m pinned but I move my hips slowly, just barely rubbing him against myself, the delicious friction making me sigh.
“Fuck, I like that,” he says, and moves me again. I reach down and wrap my hand around the head of his cock, surprised to find it already slick as I rub it.
“You still haven’t made my hair curl,” I say. “And you promised.”
“I was so tired I don’t remember exactly what I said,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna have to remind me, zloyushka.”
He fucking remembers, he just wants me to say it.
“You said you’d fuck me slow until my hair curled,” I whisper, squeezing the tip of his cock.
He kisses me, then pulls me away from the wall and carries me to the couch. It creaks when I hit it, and for a second I wonder if we’re about to break a piece of furniture that’s a hundred years old.
Then he’s kneeling between my legs, and he grabs the back of my head and pulls my face to his.
“I think I said slow and hard,” he says, his hand drifting up my thigh until his fingers brush my lips, sending a tingle through my whole body. I lean back on the couch and grab the carved wooden headrest behind me so hard that the couch creaks again, and he slides one fingertip up my slit, in a loop around my clit, and then back down.
“Don’t tease me,” I gasp. “Come on, Kostya.”
“Why not?” he asks, doing it again.
I swallow hard.
“Because it’s already been too long and I fucking want you,” I gasp. “I nearly murdered Niko this morning.”
He slides his fingers inside me and I arch my back and groan, hanging onto the back of the couch like it’s keeping me afloat. Kostya hoists my legs onto his shoulders and then he’s licking me, hard and fast, in time with his fingers moving inside me.
I think I whimper, it feels so good and I’m so tightly wound. It’s taking all my self control not to grab Kostya’s hair in my hands or clamp his head between my thighs, and as it is I’m panting for breath and slowly sliding off this couch, but he just keeps going.
It doesn’t take much to get me to the edge, a sudden shiver slicing down my body.
“Stop,” I gasp.
He gives me one more long, slow lick that makes my body jolt.
“What for?” he asks.
“I’m gonna come,” I say, trying to sit up.
“And?” he says, his eyes crinkling. “I like making you come.”
I let go of the headrest, but I slide off the ugly velvet couch and tumble to the floor, practically on top of Kostya instead.
“Sorry,” I say, but his mouth is already on mine, and it tastes like me and it’s dirty and sexy and just makes me want him more.
He pulls back and licks my wetness off one finger. Then he kisses me again.
“You’re fucking filthy,” I whisper, reaching down to take his cock in my hand.
“I told you, I’m just honest,” he says, and licks another finger. “I like licking you until you come. I like the way you taste. I like you being naked in front of me. I like being inside you.”
We kiss again, and I stroke his cock slowly so he groans into my mouth. He throbs in my hand, and I swallow hard, suddenly nervous about what I’m about to ask.
“Can I still fuck you bare?” I whisper. “It’s safe.”
Kostya just chuckles.
“Please?” I ask, my voice sounding husky to my own ears. “I want to feel you, not something else.”
“It’s not safe,” he says as he runs a hand down my body.
“I’ve got an—”
He grabs my hips and flips me around, and I yelp. Suddenly I’m facing away from him, my forearms braced against the ugly couch.
“Not that,” he says, his voice growling in my ear. “I don’t feel safe about you. I feel like I’d walk through a burning building to be inside you, and that’s hardly safe.”
I reach behind myself, blindly, and rest my hand on the back of his neck. He slides the thick head of his cock along me and I arch my back until he’s at the right spot and he sinks inside me, just barely.
Then he stops and runs his hands up my back, like he’s hesitant, and I don’t need him to fucking hesitate, I need him now.
“You’re not gonna hurt me,” I say, pushing back against him.
“Let me be careful with you,” he whispers into my hair.
I reach back further behind me and try to grab onto his shoulder, something that will push him further into me, because I need this so bad it hurts.
“Kostya, for fuck’s sake,” I whisper, and he sucks air through his teeth. I dig my fingers into him and then he finally slides all the way inside me, his cock hitting every damn pleasure spot I’ve got.