“So impatient,” she whispers, her tone a mock chastisement. It’s sexy and cute at the same time, but I know she’s only being this way because she doesn’t know my darkness. Natalia trusts me. She shouldn’t.
When she sucks on the head like it’s a lollipop, my knees nearly buckle. I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but they didn’t feel like this. She’s eager for it, the way the fantasy of a sex kitten should be.
I guide her hand to my shaft so she can grip it as she sucks. With my hand over hers, I pump my cock, then I let go and slide my fingers into her hair. She shakes the fingers away.
“Please don’t choke me. Let me try first.”
I put my hands up and rest them on top of my head, looking down at her. “Show me,” I growl.
She feeds my erection to herself, sucking and licking until it’s agony and ecstasy rolled into one. Natalia’s mouth is a wonderland, and she treats my body like it’s her last meal.
The minutes tick by. I let her do the work until I can’t. Then I thrust into her mouth, gliding over her tongue toward her throat, forcing her to take more of me. Over and over and over.
I can feel the orgasm building, feel my balls pulling up. I thrust deeper, and she doesn’t pull back. Her pretty hand pumps me faster.
I can’t resist wrapping her hair around my fist, but I don’t force her head forward. Virgin, I remind myself. My hand holds her in place as I pump into her luscious mouth, her soft lips cradling my cock until it erupts. My moans are loud enough to wake the dead. She drinks greedily, which only makes me come harder. The pleasure explodes through me, lasting longer than it ever has.
I’m going to get rougher eventually, but this first time proves it can be great with her even when I’m not.
* * *
Natalia
I’ve pleased him, which pleases me. And even though he was bigger and harder to handle than Egorov, I liked it better, enjoyed it even.
Alexei helps me to my feet, and we look at each other and then I glance away, almost shy. When I look back, I find him studying me.
He says, “You’ll sleep in my bed.”
The slow thud of my heart increases. A few minutes ago, I felt like the one in control. It was an illusion, but I embraced it. If I spend the night with him, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control what happens. I probably won’t. And for so many reasons, I still need to feel in control of what happens next to me.
My eyes turn toward the door of his bedroom. I’m thoughtful, hesitant.
His phone makes an alert sound, like a storm is coming. Alexei walks over to his phone. When he picks it up, he uses it to call someone.
“What is it?”
A male voice answers. “Two armed men on their way up, and two on the street.”
“Names?” he asks.
“I only got one. The one in charge is Ivan Egorov.”
I gasp, my body suddenly frozen as panic grips my heart.
“Okay,” Alexei says. “Message me a clip of their arrival.” He ends the call and turns to me. “Come this way, Natalia.”
When I don’t move at first, his hand on my arm explains better than words that he wants me to go quickly. Following him, I don’t ask any of my questions. I’m positive he does not intend to give me to Egorov, so if we have to get out of the apartment and hide, all right.
Alexei doesn’t open the main door. Instead he opens the door of a coat closet and reaches inside. From behind him I watch him move a small square cutout in the ceiling that leads to a hidden crawl space.
“Here,” he says, putting his arms out.
I stare at him. I don’t want us to be trapped in the apartment, waiting for Egorov to find us. “We must go. Let’s get out. Fast.” My voice’s volume is low, but the pitch is high. Inside, I’m frantic.
Alexei shakes his head and switches to Russian. “Everything will be all right. If it’s not, wait until they’re gone before you come out.”
“What?”
