Her laughter is like a soft exhale. Only shared within the space we’ve made for her. I feel myself and the others relax ever so slightly.
“Tell me what you see!” Sergey demands from his place on the sidelines.
As much as I want to exist in a bubble with only her, there’s no escaping where we are and what we’re doing. But in typical Quinn style, she’s discombobulated all the darkness inside me and twisted it into something useful.
I’m not sure I will ever shed the BS I have been through with Sergey; Lord knows I’ve been trying, living a double life and doing what I could to right his wrongs. But in the blink of an eye, I get the shot of resolution I've been yearning for.
I smile at Sergey but speak to her. “Focus on my touch, not my words.”
“Been doing that a while, sunshine,” she answers, but like her laugh before, it’s said so softly, I’m not entirely positive she even spoke.
As I undo my pants, a flash of outrage nearly threatens to pull me off course from fooling Sergey, because of course I’m hard.
I’m about to fuck my brother’s wife, take her publicly because he said I had to, and my cock is hard like stone.
“Jesus, Aleksei,” she whispers, loud enough for the others to hear, and her scent and tone suggest she’s not at all upset.
And then her fingers rub, then spread to glide over the end of my dick before she tentatively touches the two silver balls on either side of the area just past the head.
My whole being shudders, and I’m swamped by visions of her in every which way possible as she explores the carnal pleasure they can bring.
“Can’t you get it up?” one of Sergey’s associates calls out. “That’s probably why he doesn’t fuck anymore.”
“Something happened when he was in America. He won’t tell me what, but a brother knows,” Sergey answers.
She’s listening and makes an odd sound, her hand never leaving my cock. It’s crazy how much precome has gathered already. Some people might be put off by the thick strands, butgiven her pussy is glistening similarly, I’m not going to even suggest she finds it offensive.
I want to stay focused on watching Quinn touch my cock, but I turn and look back at them and lie like I never have before. In Russian.
“It might take a while.”
They laugh and throw back suggestions.
She’s oblivious to them—I probably am too—but she’s got her guards, and I’ve got my dogs. We’ll be safe, but I’m not sure I’ll survive.
There comes a point when I have to close the distance between us. I don’t want my brother coming anywhere near her, seeing and smelling what I am.
“Aleksei, that will not fit inside me.” She huffs and spreads her legs as wide as they will go.
Kade’s gaze drops, and I know he’s seeing how fucking stunning she is for himself. His scent plumes around us, and it spurs her on, making her slick spill out and coat her cunt.
I want to say it makes me feel like a real fucking man hearing her say it won’t fit, but there’s every chance it won’t. Though having a large cock sounds like a fucking dream, having one is nothing like I imagined. If we were alone, I’d lick her until she was delirious with endorphins, her body boneless, her pussy relaxed.
“All he wants is to see me fuck you.”
“Maybe we do have one thing in common, then.” She grins again.
“Who are you?” I growl as my body stops being driven by my brain and starts acting instinctively.
“Sergey, now I get why you’re making me do this,” I joke in Russian and laugh, to hide the shuddering rush of pleasure that makes a rumble out of my chest as she rubs my cock through her wet folds.
“Sit on the edge,” I suggest when she starts getting frustrated and whines in her need.
I should reprimand her for losing sight of where we are, but her eyes are glazed and she keeps biting her lip as her hips rock ever so slightly.
“Quinny,” Kade murmurs, and her eyes fly to his face, but he’s glaring past her, to the eager crowd. “You’re a dirty fucking whore, made to take cock. Spread your legs like a good girl. If you make one fucking sound like you’re enjoying yourself, this will never happen again.”
Jesus-fucking-Christ, she blossoms.
