Alex flashed him a wolfish grin. “Challenge accepted.”
He reached to his folded trousers and produced a condom. Ambling in my direction with the confidence of an undefeated warrior, he knew he was formidable and delectable, even stark naked. His hand palmed my cheek. My breathing became hard and labored. I didn’t know what turned me on more: the fact this gorgeous, powerful creature, the head of the Bratva, was touching me or the fact that the love of my life was watching and letting it happen.
“Ognennaya krasotka.” Fiery beauty. “The boys at the camp crowned you the prettiest every year.” His hand slid from my jawline, his thumb capturing my chin and tilting my face up to look at him. “You’re still the prettiest of them all.”
I opened my mouth to bite out something snarky, but he smashed his lips against mine.
I gasped, stumbling backward. My knee-jerk reaction was to fight him off, but then the pleasant taste of vodka and desire flooded my mouth and senses, and my muscles relaxed, letting him do what he wanted.
Alex deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking mine playfully, exploring the corners of my mouth as he pushed his body against mine until I could feel all of him. His thick cock pulsated against my stomach, leeching onto it hungrily. I tried to keep my pleasure restrained for Achilles’s sake, but when Alex’s hand traveled from my thigh up to my waist, clutching it as he crowded me onto the first step of the pool, I let out a moan.
“You’re delicious.” He bit my bottom lip, sucking away the pain before I could feel it. “Now I know what all the fuss is about.”
My breasts felt heavy and full, and I ground them against his pecs, which were defined and smooth. I parted my legs just an inch, enough for his thigh to do the rest and slide between them. He pressed hard against my clit, my arousal for him already dripping all over his skin.
“I think.” Alex moved his lips from my mouth to my neck, licking a warm path down to my collarbone, biting softly. “I’ll have no trouble satisfying your fiancée judging by how wet she is for me. Put my condom on me.” He deposited the slippery item between my fingers.
I reached for his cock with shaky hands, refusing to be the one to back down from this.
“With your mouth.”
Halting, I darted my eyes to Achilles. Alex quickly captured my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Don’t ask for his permission. He’s been killing every single motherfucker who dared to give you pleasure. This is yours. Own it.”
Swallowing back a gasp, I pushed the condom between my lips and dropped to my knees, taking in Alex’s huge cock. Pale, veiny, and uncircumcised but just as monstrous as Achilles’s. Shifting forward on my knees, I wrapped my lips around his tip, using them to roll the condom along his shaft. I hadn’t done it before, and when I pulled back to examine my work, it was only halfway done. Alex gave it a rough tug to sheath himself completely with a satisfied groan. “Up.”
I stood and elevated an eyebrow. “What now, big guy?”
He gripped my ass and hoisted me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and the ridge of his dick was now rubbing right against my clit. I threw my head back and moaned. “Jesus.”
“Hmm. What were you going to say?” Lyosha’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. He descended the stairway intothe heated pool, his mouth traveling across my upper body, exploring, biting, and licking.
“D-don’t talk to him like that.”
“Such a good little girlfriend, aren’t you”? Alex crooned. We were now waist-deep in the pool. The water sloshed over us, nice and warm. His cock was still grinding against my clit, providing delicious friction. “Defending your lover. Look what you’ve made him do, though.” Alex gripped my jaw and forced me to look at Achilles as his head dipped down. He took the tip of my nipple into his hot mouth, first giving it an almost painful suck, then swirling the tip of his tongue along my areola gently to ease the pain. The air became humid and thick with sex. I panted hard, feeling every thread of thought in my brain, in my muscles, dissolving into nothing. I melted inside his arms, the pleasure taking over.
My eyes locked with Achilles’s. His chest moved up and down to the rhythm of his labored breaths, but he remained completely still. “You’re beautiful.” His voice cracked. “So fucking beautiful.”
I closed my eyes, tears springing to them. The pleasure was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself from coming even if I wanted to. Alex’s cock against my clit—teasing, swirling, rubbing—along with his mouth on my tits was too much.
“Please…I…” I started, then stopped. I couldn’t get the words quite out of my mouth. Not when Achilles was there.
“Make her come,” Achilles demanded. “Now.”
A low growl escaped the back of Lyosha’s throat as he dove underwater, hoisting my thighs around his shoulders, squeezing the backs of my thighs in a death grip, and pushing his tongue into my pussy, his nose rubbing against my clit.
I exploded, clutching his tongue between my muscles, throwing my head back and crying out. I gripped the back of Lyosha’s head, riding his tongue while he was still underwater.He rose up with me still wrapped around his head and walked us back to the shallow end, where my feet reached the floor.
“I think I’ll take my prize now, if you don’t mind.” Alex smirked, his lips deliciously pink and swollen from eating me out.
I tossed a searching look at Achilles.
His face was bricked over, and I knew he had retreated to the place where no one could reach him. The same headspace he used to take a life. A place far removed from where we were and what we were doing.
He gave me a slow nod. “Take it, sweetheart. It is your pleasure.”
I closed my eyes, nodding at Alex without looking at him. Alex gripped my waist and slid into me inch by inch.
Slowly. Teasingly. Perfectly.
