He laughs. “They like the accent?”
“They did. I thought maybe you’d like to meet them. As far as I know, neither one of them is looking for anything serious.”
“Text me their numbers. I bet I could get Nikolai to go out with me tonight.”
“Will do,” I say with a laugh, already envisioning how excited Carrie and Jen are going to be. I would include Molly, but she’s had a crush on Peter for forever, and I don’t want to do anything to mess that up.
I dig back into my steak while they switch to Russian and talk business. Vasily’s fingers lightly stroke my calf while he talks, and it’s a good thing he put a towel over me because these nipples aren’t going down anytime soon. They discuss who the hell knows what and clean their plates of every last piece of food. Ruslan comes to sit next to me, and when I stealthily pass him a piece of steak, I look up to see Vasily looking at me with a brow raised and a smile playing at his sexy mouth.
“You’re spoiling him,” he tells me in English.
I look at Ruslan who gives me those big, puppy-dog eyes of his and licks my hand in solidarity. I can’t resist passing him one more piece while Andrei and Ilya laugh and Vasily says, “I spent months training him, and he’s going to end up being a giant lap dog.”
Scratching Ruslan’s head, I say, “No, he’s still a lean, mean, killing machine, aren’t ya, boy?”
Ruslan gives a funny growly bark and jerks his head up like he’s agreeing with me. I really think he is a genius. He’s already bilingual. “Good boy,” I tell him, hitting the spot behind his ears that he loves so much. With another happy bark, he gives my hand a lick and then runs off to go do guard dog things. “See?” I look at Vasily and give him a sweet smile. “He just wanted a snack and some lovin’.”
He laughs and pulls me onto his lap, being careful to keep my towel over the hard nipples that no one’s allowed to see but him.
“A snack and some lovin’, huh? I’ll have to remember that.”
Keeping me on his lap, he finishes up whatever business he had with the guys, and when they get up to go back inside, I tell Ilya I’ll text him my friends’ info soon and then wave a goodbye to them. Vasily is already snaking his hand up my body to cup one of my breasts before they’ve even shut the door behind them.
His thumb grazes my nipple, pulling a moan from me as I squirm in his lap. He’s still in nothing but his swim trunks, and I smile when I feel him harden beneath my ass.
“I need to make a phone call, baby, but then I’m taking you upstairs so I can fuck you.”
He pinches my nipple when he says it and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, sending a delicious mix of pain and pleasure throughout every part of me.
“Vasya,” I whisper against his lips.
“Yes, baby?”
“Hurry up and make your call.”
He smiles and grabs his phone. I grab mine too and send a quick text to Ilya with the info before putting Jen and Carrie in a group chat and letting them both know what’s going on. Carrie immediately responds with the drooling emoji and a thank you in all caps. Jen gives me heart eyes and a thumbs up. I laugh and put my phone down while Vasily speaks rapid Russian to someone. When I get impatient, I run my fingers over his hard abs and kiss his shoulder.
Hooking a finger under my chin, he turns my face to his and whispers, “Patience.”
It’s getting dark outside, and the rev of a motor lets me know that Ilya’s already left. Knowing we’re alone and partially concealed by shadows, I wiggle out of Vasily’s lap and kneel between his legs. There’s enough light for me to see the warning on his face, but I ignore it and lean down to kiss his abs, running my tongue over the peaks and grooves of them. His hand quickly threads into my hair, pulling it tight enough to sting. I smile when I hear how strained his voice sounds. Bringing my hands to his pants, I slide one in and wrap my hand around his cock, positioning him so he’s resting against his stomach. He’s so big that his head crests the top of his shorts, and when I lean closer and run my tongue over his slit, probing him with my tongue and lapping up his arousal, I hear his breath hitch as he fists my hair tighter.
I turn my eyes up to his and grab onto his shorts, pulling them down enough to allow me access to what I want. He lifts a brow at me and shakes his head slowly while he says something to whoever’s on the other end of this phone call. Unable to resist, I lower my head, sucking his head into my mouth. He hisses out a quiet breath but manages to keep up his end of the conversation, even if his voice is huskier and his words are coming out in a clipped tone.
Running my tongue over him, I take him in some more, wanting to deep throat this man like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. I manage to get him in about halfway before my gag reflex rears its ugly head. I pull back with a pout, feeling my eyes water and my pride bruise under the embarrassment. He runs his finger along my cheek, gently turning my face up to his. He shoots me anI told your impatient ass to waitlook, which makes me huff out an irritated breath. He smiles and runs his thumb over my lips, sighing when I quickly suck him in. This I can handle. I run my tongue over him, licking and sucking his thumb while I keep my eyes locked on his.
With another groan, he growls one last thing in Russian before hanging up and tossing the phone onto the table.
“That was my brother,zolotse. It’s a testament to how damn good your mouth is that the sound of his voice didn’t immediately kill my erection.”
I give him another suck as I slowly pull back, letting go of his thumb with a wet pop. “But I want to take you all the way in.”
He smiles and lifts his ass so I can pull his swim trunks down. I give an appreciative sigh when I see him in all his glory. God, his cock is impressive as hell, no wonder I gag on it. It pisses me off that other women have had their mouths on him and most likely done a way better job of it than me. Running a finger between my eyebrows, he massages away the tense furrow I have going on.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say, but it comes out as more of a childish pout.
“Please tell me.”
