He pulls his fingers out of me, shiny and slick and shoves them into my mouth as he sinks himself inside of me. My shriek is muffled by his invading fingers, my back arching and it burns and it aches and it feels so good that I want to scream. Kon is big, way too big but he knows exactly what he’s doing as he sinks into me as deep as he can.
“First, you’re going to use me and make yourself come,” he whispers, nipping my ear. I bite his fingers in retaliation, still in my mouth and he yanks them free, using that hand to pull down my dress, squeezing my breasts. “You’re soaking wet, you’re dripping down my balls, and you want to come, don’t you?”
“Russkiy inkub,you’re a- a- a Russian incubus!” I stammer, bouncing on his lap, his cock splitting me wide and god, I want it. His fingers circle where he’s thrusting into me, making them wet and slick too before tapping them against my ass. “Hey- hey, hey!” I tighten down, startled and he’s locked inside me, groaning.
“Pchelka,you’re going to rip my dick off,” he warns hoarsely, “I’m not taking your ass tonight, I promise. Just playing. Come on, take what you need.”
His diabolical finger is still circling my anxious pucker, and it drives me harder against him. His shirt is ripped open, I think I might have done that and his chest is a mass of muscle and tattoos and I want to lick every inch of it. He thrusts up into me,grinding deep before pulling out, rubbing the head of his cock against my clitoris. “You tease,” I complain, “come on, I want-”
Driving up with one harsh thrust, he makes me come, screaming in shock, in so much pleasure and when his cock swells even larger and spurts inside me, I come again too, shaking and laughing and I think maybe biting him one more time.
When I come back to myself, his arms are wrapped tightly around me, rocking me slightly. Removing my teeth from his muscled shoulder, I mumble, “Sorry…” when I see I’ve drawn blood.
“I’m not,” he chuckles. “So, did you come to the party tonight thinking you’d get fucked by the most handsome man in the room?”
“Yes,” I wheeze, “but I had to settle.”
That just sets both of us off and we laugh and chortle and kiss for a little longer.
An explosion outside makes us leap off the plant table in shock. The foggy windows of the greenhouse light up in filtered reds and blues and Konstantin huffs a sigh of relief. “Fireworks,” he said, “I remember Professor Fukumoto talking about it. Dean Christie wanted it to be a surprise.”
I ooo and ahh a little as a spray of gold and silver fireworks explode in the sky. “I’m not sure if sudden, surprise explosions at a college for high-strung criminals is the wisest choice, but…” He laughs again, squeezing me hard before pulling my dress back up and covering me with his jacket.
Chapter Twenty-Five
In which we think of the Bee Gee’s.
Stayin' Alive - Bee Gees
Mariya…
The next two months are magic.
My classes are pretty much the same, teaching me how to kill someone or learning how to avoid getting killed myself. I’m beginning to suspect that I have the moral compass of a shark because… I enjoy it. The challenge of outsmarting the other students, trying to anticipate what my professors are going to do to us next is exhilarating.
At the end of the day, Kon waiting for me. A constant I never expected to have in my life. We have dinner together, either with our friends in the dining hall or sometimes alone in my suite or his. We study together. Or try to.
“You should put a shirt on,” I say crossly. Kon’s sitting on the other side of the giant sofa in his common room, his feet tangled with mine. He built a blaze for me in the fireplace, and the light is playing over the planes of his chest and his gloriouslysculpted biceps. Sure, he’s reading his textbook onAlliances and Negotiations, but his feet are playing with mine, his lashes a thick fan on his lovely, high cheekbones.
He chuckles silently, not looking up from the page he’s reading. “And why is that?”
“Because you’re very distracting. How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re doing that to me?”
Now, he looks up and I get the full force of that crystal blue gaze. “You realize I’m just sitting here, right?”
“Yeah, sitting there, and… you know,” I sputter, “looking all like you.” This is a mistake. He shuts his book decisively and lunges on top of me, making me shriek and laugh. “We’re supposed to be studying!” I slap his arm, “Get off me, you oaf!”
“Oh, no,” he said. “You said I was distracting you. Now you’ve ruined my concentration too and you’re going to pay for it.” His full mouth is on my throat, sucking a hickey on the thin skin and I push against his shoulder.
“You do not get to be Bedroom Barbarian right now!” I’m laughing too hard to really do anything about it and by the time his mouth is on mine, study time is over.
A scream rips through the early night and we leap up from the couch. He shoves open the balcony door in time to hear the next one. “The back terrace,” he said, and we race for the door. There’s two more screams, short and breathless as we tear down three flights of stairs and out the back entrance to the building.
“Fuck, it’s Lauren!” I gasp. She’s lying on one of the steps, clutching her side and chest with a spreading pool of blood under her. “You’ll be all right, honey, you’re going to be okay.”I’m ripping off my sweater, trying to staunch the flow from the deepest cut.
When other students pour out of the door behind us, Konstantin takes the stairs in a leap, racing off into the darkness.
Looking up at Mala’s shocked face, I nod at her shirt, “Wrap it around her side, as tight as you can. Athena!” I point a bloody finger at her, “Go get Dr. Giardo.”
