I don’t need any further encouragement. Opening my mouth, I hold his gaze in a thrall as he clenches his ass, jutting his hips forward until the head of his dick is at my lips. Still holding eye contact, I lick a drop of precum from his tip and then suck him into my mouth to take him as far as I can. The flat of my tongue runs along the underside of his shaft as he begins a slow, rhythmic pace of fucking my mouth.
“Fuck, Ava.” He groans as I dig my nails into the muscles of his ass, being sure to leave marks. The thin thread of control he has snaps, and he leans forward, bracing himself against the wooden headboard before he begins rutting like a wild animal.
All I can do is grip his ass cheeks harder, setting a harsh, unrelenting rhythm as he fucks my mouth for his own pleasure.Drool drips out the sides of my mouth as I gag, struggling to breathe around his girthy length.
My pussy clenches with need, long, muted moans echoing in my throat, sending pleasurable vibrations up his cock as he pounds into me.
“Blyad,” he curses in Russian as he pulls out of my mouth, flipping me over until I am on all fours.
“Fuck,” I groan as he pulls my hips back harshly, impaling me on his rock-hard cock in one movement.
“I missed this feeling,” he growls as he pounds into me from behind like a dog in heat. The walls of my pussy clench around him when his hand strikes my right cheek. I claw at the bedsheets, the sounds leaving my throat like those of a wild animal, a bitch in heat. If he wasn’t sending me into an orgasmic bliss, I might be humiliated.
Hands tangle in my hair as he hauls me up until my back hits his chest, pumping even harder. I cry out, the angle of this position causing him to hit even deeper. One hand comes up to pinch at my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger harshly. Teeth nip at my neck, and the hand that is in my hair rubs at my clit furiously.
“Come for me,Krasnyy,” he rumbles in my ear. “Come all over your husband’s cock.”
I do just what he asks. A string of incoherent words rips from my mouth as my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave.
“Matthias!” I throw my head back against his shoulder as I scream his name, my inner walls clenching tightly around him, squeezing until he, too, crashes over the edge.
He collapses forward, taking me with him, his dick still inside me. We are both covered in sweat, panting and out of breath. Matthias gently pulls out, the squelch of wetness bringing a hue of red to my cheeks. I expect him to leave again, like he did before, but he surprises me.
Matthias is always surprising me.
Getting up from the bed, he enters the bathroom. I can hear the water running, and my eyes close for a moment, relishing in the soothing sound. His footsteps on the wooden floor echo quietly as he climbs back onto the bed.
I don’t protest when he opens my thighs to clean between my legs. The first few times Matthias and I had sex, he foregoed any kind of aftercare unless it involved one of his many instruments. The simple gesture of a wet cloth makes my heart swell.
He throws the rag into the laundry basket and climbs back into bed, pulling the covers over both of us. Dragging my body into his, he wraps his arm around my middle and buries his nose in the crook of my neck.
I know I shouldn’t let this small gesture affect me. This could be another game, but as the warmth of his body seeps into mine and the sound of his breathing evens out, I realize that if it is another game, it is something for future Ava to deal with.
Right now, I want to bask in the comfort he is willingly providing. Even if it will later cripple my heart.
twenty-eight
It amazes me how the week flies by.
The days are spent with me practicing my dancing with Leon, and now Matthias, who has decided to partake in teaching my two left feet to work. The pair of them dress me in heels and drag me across the living room floor like a sack of flour. There is nothing but praises and laughter at how far I’ve come, but I know the honest truth.
I suck at it.
Once dance lessons are over, I am then passed off to Vas, who takes over where Seamus left off on my knife lessons. The man is much more fun to learn from, especially since nothing he teaches comes with a history lesson.
He builds on the fundamentals I’ve already been taught as he moves from one step to another, and by the end of the week, I start to finally hit moving targets.
The feeling of accomplishment that courses through my veins is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. No one believed in me before, not like my brothers or Vas do. I’vealways felt under accomplished and stunted due to my lack of knowledge and know-how. Sure, I have a degree, but that degree was achieved online, and although I aced almost every class, I graduated without any real-world experience.
Plus, teaching isn’t something that is useful in Matthias’s and my father’s world. They don’t need someone to give the enemy a history lesson; they need someone who has their back and who can think under pressure.
Vas assures me that what I bring to the table is the most useful information they’ve had on Ward in years, but what happens when we tear apart his empire and I no longer have the information they need?
I don’t have dirt on anyone else. Just them. So what use will I be?
Not that I have much time to ponder that, because the moment I step out of Vas’s knife-wielding badass club, Matthias is on me.
So far, we’ve christened the kitchen…again…the living room, the hallway, the elevator, the pool…it is an ever-growing list.
