His hands smooth up my arms, onto my shoulders and bunch in the lapels of the robe as he drags me against him. He kisses me with a hunger and possession that reaffirms his words.
“I’m not going to overanalyse this,” he says. “I think we should accept it, and move forward.”
I nod. Mostly because I don’t trust my voice not to shake, but also because I can’t bring myself to disagree with him.
Being with him feels crazy and dangerous and confusing. But it’s a so much better than the feelings of loneliness and exhaustion I’m used to.
Men might’ve come before Rurik, but none of them ever made me feel so completely desired and wanted. None of them made me feel steady in the face of uncertainty.
Rurik makes me feel like as long as I’m in his world, I’m safe from everything else, no matter what.
He releases the lapels of my robe a little, and the fabric sags, revealing the curve of my breasts before I can tighten it again.
The groan that comes from him goes straight to my core.
He sits on one of the dining chairs, pulling me onto him.
“Now let me take care of you,” I say, pulling apart his belt and sliding it from his waist.
I straddle him fully, the robe falling open completely now, pooling around my elbows as I sink down onto his lap. His cock is already straining against his pants, hot and hard through the fabric, and the feel of it pressing up against my naked pussy makes me shiver. I rock my hips slowly, grinding against him, savoring the friction while his hands grip my waist like he's barely holding on.
"Fuck, Jessica," he growls, his voice rough from lack of sleep and whatever battles he's been fighting on those calls. His eyesare locked on mine, dark and intense, like he can't look away even if he wanted to.
I reach down, popping the button on his pants and tugging the zipper open. He lifts his hips just enough to help me shove them down, along with his boxers, freeing his thick length. It springs up between us, throbbing, the tip already slick. My mouth waters at the sight, but I want this. I want to take control for once, to give him something after he wrecked me so thoroughly last night.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking firmly from base to tip, feeling him pulse in my grip. He's so hot, so hard, and the low groan he lets out sends a thrill straight through me. I line him up with my entrance, teasing us both by rubbing the head along my folds, coating him in my wetness. I'm soaked already, aching from how much I need him inside me again.
"Slow," he warns, but his hands tighten on my hips, urging me down anyway.
I don't listen. I sink onto him in one smooth motion, taking every thick inch until he's buried deep, stretching me perfectly. We both moan at the same time, mine high and breathless, his a deep rumble that vibrates through his chest. God, he feels incredible, filling me in such a way it’s hard to believe my body wasn’t made for his alone.
I start moving, rolling my hips in slow circles at first, adjusting to the angle on the chair. His hands slide up to my breasts, cupping them, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they're hard peaks. I arch into his touch, riding him harder, lifting up and slamming back down, the slap of our bodies echoing in the quiet suite.
"Just like that," he mutters, his head falling back, eyes half-closed as he watches me through hooded lids. "Ride me, Jessica. Use me to take what you need like the queen you are."
The words spur me on. I brace my hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to bounce faster, grinding my clit against him with every downstroke. Pleasure builds quick and sharp, coiling tight in my core. He's so deep this way, hitting spots that make my thighs tremble, my breath come in short gasps.
His fingers dig into my ass, guiding me, but he lets me set the pace. Sweat beads on his forehead, his jaw clenched like he's fighting not to flip us over and pound into me. He watches me, possessive and hungry, like I'm the only thing in his world right now.
I'm close already, too close. The friction on my clit, the thick drag of him inside me, the way his eyes devour every bounce of my breasts, it's overwhelming. I lean forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as I ride him harder, faster, chasing that edge.
"Rurik," I whimper against his lips, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm—oh God—"
"Come on my cock," he demands, one hand slipping between us to rub tight circles on my clit. "Let me feel your pussy quivering around me."
That's all it takes. The orgasm hits me like a wave, crashing hard and pulling me under. I cry out, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, pleasure exploding through every nerve. My hips jerk erratically, grinding down as I ride it out, waves of heat rolling through me until I'm shaking, breathless, clinging to him.
He groans deep in his throat, his cock twitching inside me, but he doesn't come. His hands hold me steady, keeping me impaled on him as I come down, trembling and spent. His eyes are darker than ever, burning with restraint, a wicked promise flickering there.
"Good girl," he murmurs, voice strained but controlled, brushing my hair back from my sweaty face. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Rurik
I slide Jessica off my lap, her body still trembling from that earth-shattering orgasm, her pussy clenching around me one last time as she lifts away. Fuck, she's perfect, all flushed and breathless, her robe hanging open like an invitation I can't refuse. My cock throbs painfully, slick with her release, standing rock-hard and desperate, but I hold back.
I've been building this load since last night, when I buried my face between her thighs and tasted her sweetness, making her come undone on my tongue. I could've jerked off then, relieved the pressure, but no. I saved it all for this moment. For her. To flood her completely, mark her from the inside out, until she's dripping with me, bred like she was always meant to be.
"Turn around," I growl, my voice low and rough, hands gripping her hips as I spin her to face the table.
