“Oh, please,”Savina calls out through my helmet.
As if her sweet moans weren’t torture enough, she suddenly calls out my fucking name.
“Dimitri,”she moans out loud.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur as my motorcycle abruptly careens off the road and up onto the sidewalk. I just miss a metal stop sign before I manage to right myself and get back on the road. Savina is pleasuring herself while thinking about me. I can’t just…let this go.
Before I can stop myself from doing something stupid, I take a turn and get back on the highway in the opposite way, heading straight for her apartment. My bike screams down the paved road as my boot mashes the gas pedal. I’m going three times the legal speed limit and manage to break several traffic laws in my attempt to get to Savina as quickly as possible.
I need to see her. It’s an overwhelming and fierce need that I have never felt before. And quite frankly, it scares the hell out of me.
I manage to get to her apartment within a few minutes, and I park down the street. I rip off my helmet, quickly securing it before grabbing my phone from the mount and running along the sidewalk to her apartment. I fumble with my wireless earbuds as I go, connecting them to my Bluetooth quickly. When I placethem in my ears, I realize that Savina is still lost in the throes of passion and getting close to orgasm based on her eager moans.
When I enter her apartment building, I give a searing glare to the doorman. He quickly stands as if he’s going to check me before I go up, but the look on my face must tell him not to fuck with me in that moment, because he immediately goes and sits back down.
“Good idea,” I tell him before heading to the elevator. I mash on the button, and it seems to take forever until the doors finally open. I press the close button rapidly until the doors eventually shut and I start my ascent. I swear, if anyone tries to get on here with me, I will physically throw them out of it. I’m beginning to wonder if the stairs wouldn’t have been quicker when I suddenly hear thedingand realize I’ve arrived on Savina’s floor.
I force myself not to run down the hall, slowing my steps as I approach her door. Raising my hand, I pound on the wood, and I can hear Savina gasping through my earbuds.
“Oh shit!”she cries out before I hear her scrambling.“I’m coming!”she calls as she races to the door, and I smirk as I pocket my earbuds.
When she opens the door, she starts saying, “Darby, did you forget your —?” But when she realizes I’m not her roommate, her face immediately falls. “Dimitri, what are you doing here?” Her skin is flushed, a deep pink in her cheeks as she glares at me. For having just been pleasuring herself while thinking about me, she’s certainly not happy to see me.
My eyes rake over her form, taking in her tiny pair of shorts, her long, toned legs and a tight t-shirt that features a cartoon drawing of a ketchup bottle and a hot dog. Above the cartoon is the phrase,“I squirt on juicy wieners.”I cock my head to the side as I stare at it. I know it’s supposed to be funny, but I see it as a challenge. “You shouldn’t open the door until you know who’s on the other side,” I chastise Savina.
Her frown deepens. “I thought you were Darby,” she explains.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say before I barge into her apartment like Iown the place. I carefully toe off my boots, making it known that I’m planning on staying a while.
She stares at my boots, a little crease forming between her brows. “So, why exactly are you here?” she asks, her voice shaky and tense.
“I was in town and wanted to see if you wanted to hang out,” I lie easily enough as I walk into the kitchen, casually opening the fridge. It’s stocked well, which makes me happy. I hate to think of Savina not eating or not having enough to eat. The thought of her being hungry fills me with a sense of dread that I can’t even begin to understand.
“Hang out?” she asks as if the words are foreign on her tongue.
Speaking of her tongue, it swipes out to lick her lips; and it makes me want to drag her across the apartment to her bedroom so I can feel it against mine.
“Now really isn’t a good time, Dimitri,” she says, and I can hear the frustration in her voice.
“So, you’re busy?” I counter. “What were you doing before I knocked?”
“I just…I was…” I can practically see the gears turning in her head as she tries to come up with a quick excuse. “I was trying to put together a vanity I ordered,” she blurts out.
I grin. I knew about her getting some furniture delivered last week, but she didn’t work on that today. No, no, no. The only thing she was working on when I knocked was her pretty, little clit. “Oh, I can help with that,” I offer. “Where is it?” I ask, already knowing the answer to my question.
The blood slowly drains from her face. “My…bedroom,” she says before swallowing hard.
“Perfect,” I mutter before heading straight for her room. Savina doesn’t ask me how I know exactly where her bedroom is. She’s too flustered…and horny. She probably can’t even think straight right now. And I’m loving every single fucking second of this.
The vanity is in pieces in the corner of the room.She hasn’t made much progress on it. And her little lie keeps crumbling underneath her. “You didn’t get very far,” I note.
“Uh, yeah, I’m not really good at putting things together,” she starts to explain. “The directions are over there,” she mutters, blowing out a long sigh.
I can’t help the smirk that forms on my lips as I grab the papers from her desk. “What step were you on?” I question.
“I’m not sure.”
“Do you need any tools to put it together?”
