I run my tongue over his slit and dig my fingers into his muscular thigh before slowly sucking his head in while I move my other hand up and down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he growls, watching me suck him harder.
Wanting to see him come undone from my touch, I try to take him in some more, but I don’t get far before I gag around him. My eyes dart to his, but instead of disappointment, he looks like a man who’s barely hanging on. His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple is throbbing, and I can feel how tense his body is.
“You’re embarrassed because you gagged, baby?” he asks, his accent even thicker than before.
“Mm-hmm,” I moan around him, and when I gag again, my eyes water so badly that they spill over, tears streaking down my cheeks. He releases one hand from my hair and trails a finger over my cheek before bringing his wet finger to his lips, licking my tears from his skin.
“You have no idea how sexy you look choking on my cock, sweetheart. You think it’s embarrassing to have tears running down your face while you try to take me in, but goddamn, this is an image I’m going to replay over and over again for the rest of my life.”
I take in a slow, deep breath and keep my eyes on his as I lower down even more, gagging once again because I’m clearly not a natural deep-throater, but I don’t give a fuck. The desire and approval in his eyes is clear to see.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he praises, sending a rush of pleasure straight to my pussy. I’d walk through hell if at the end of it he’d call me his good girl and look at me just like he is right now. Ignoring the way my eyes are watering and the sharp sting from how tightly he’s fisting my hair, I lower down another inch while I keep working him with my hand.
My lips are stretched tightly around him as I slowly pull my head back up and take in a quick breath before lowering back down. I find my rhythm, working my hand and mouth together as his breathing picks up.
“I’m close, baby,” he growls, warning me to pull back if I don’t want to see this through to the end, but I don’t stop. No way in hell am I quitting now. I work him harder, letting my spit drip down so I can twist my hand around his wet shaft as I continue to work him while I moan around his cock and suck harder.
When I feel his body tense, he groans something in Russian, his cock swelling even bigger, threatening to split the corners of my mouth right before he lets go and I feel the wet heat of his release hit the back of my throat. He pulses inside me, giving me everything he has until he’s finally empty and a shiver runs through his body. When he starts to soften, I take full advantage of it and take him in all the way, licking and gently sucking him clean while he massages the sting from my scalp and lets out a contented sigh.
“Holy fuck, baby,” he says, his voice relaxed and lazy. As soon as I slide him out of my mouth, he’s reaching down and lifting me onto his lap. His thumb runs over my swollen lips before he kisses me slowly, savoring the fact that I taste like him. “Let me take you home,” he whispers against my lips.
“I can’t. I need to get back to work.” I give a soft laugh. “This isn’t exactly what I’m being paid to do.”
“Quit, come home with me, let me take care of you, Evie.”
I pull back so I can see him better. “You’re so sweet, Valeri, but you know that’s crazy.”
“It is, but I don’t care, and I’m not sweet,lapochka. I just am to you.” He cups my face, tracing a line over the bruise that’s mostly faded. “I want to take care of you, and I don’t give a shit that we just met. I don’t want you going back to that bastard.”
“I’ll be fine,” I tell him, hating that he looks so worried. “Don’t be sad. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and we’ll have the whole night together.”
He plays with a strand of my hair and studies me with his green eyes. “There will come a time when I’m just going to grab you and not let you go.”
I laugh, but he doesn’t join in. I know he’s worried, so I lean in and give him another kiss. “Thanks for letting me give you a blowjob.”
That does make him laugh. “You can suck my cock anytime you want, sweetheart, but tomorrow night I’m going to be the one burying my head betweenyourlegs, and I might very well stay there all damn night.”
“Happy birthday to me,” I say, making him laugh again.
“Come on, baby.” He smacks my ass before helping me up so he can tuck himself back in and zip his jeans up. “Show me what I need to do out here.”
“What?”
He smiles and helps me fix my coveralls. “No way in hell am I going to just walk off while you’re stuck here cleaning.”
I grab my flowers and glasses and walk with him back out to the main area. He refuses to let me do a damn thing. He sits me on one of the tables, gives me a kiss, and then grabs the mop and does the entire floor on his own while he asks me a million questions about myself. By the time the sun is rising, he knows just about every detail of my life, minus some of the more embarrassing moments that I decided didn’t need to be shared. It’s not until we’re saying goodbye that I realize he kept me so busy talking about myself that I didn’t get to ask him anything.
“I have a million questions for you too, you know.”
He smiles and pulls me closer. “I’m not near as interesting as you.”
I laugh at how absolutely absurd that is, but he cuts it off with a kiss that makes everything else disappear. Valeri doesn’t just kiss. He consumes and invades every part of me until nothing else exists. I lose myself in him every single time he touches me, and judging by the cocky grin playing at his lips when he finally lets me go, he knows it.
“You’re way too good at that.”
“Only because you drive me crazy, baby. I can’t get enough of you.” He picks me up and pulls me in for a tight hug while I gladly cling to his powerful body. “I know you haven’t been to sleep, so it may not feel like it yet, but happy birthday,lapochka.”
