*
I could tell the suite wasn’t empty when we entered. Murmured voices reached the kitchen and I hated that it pissed me off. At least I’d found where Katya had gone too.
“Who’s here?” Tig shrunk against Allie, suddenly wondering why they’d followed a stranger onto a boat and to a private island that wasn’t easily escapable.
“My roomie. Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite unless you want her too.”
“Are you here with another woman?” Tig asked with a frown, still confused as to what was happening.
I laughed, loud enough that Katya couldn’t escape hearing me. “Absolutely fucking not. She’s basically an annoying little sister to me.”
The women visibly relaxed, and I pointed the way towards my bedroom. I flicked the lights on dim and opened the drapes to reveal the gorgeous starlit scenery outside.
“God, I wish we could come in the daytime and see this place.” Allie gasped, nearly pressing her bikini-clad body against the glass.
“You can see it in the morning,” I took her by the shoulders and pulled her away from the sliding door. “But for now,” I leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth, tongue pushing between her lips, “how about I make you come at night? And come again. And again. Until all you know about The Royal is that it hosted the best fuck of your goddamn life.”
She moaned against me, body going limp. I kissed her, but it wasn’t the same as with Katya. Allie’s tongue wasn’t as experienced. Her kisses were sloppy, her nails clawing at me when I’d barely touched her. Too much, too fast. Too fucking desperate.
And it didn’t fucking help that the kissing reminded me of my bitten lip... making Katya’s face come to life in my head. All the build-up from the boat was fading, and I knew I needed to reclaim the heat before I lost interest. Not that my dick would actually say no to two hot as hell randoms for a one-night stand.
I lifted Allie up fast, driving Katya’s image from my brain. The woman’s toned legs wrapped around me quickly and her gaze went wide with shock. I turned us, walking the few feet to the bed before dropping her down to bounce against the mattress. Tig was standing shyly in the corner of the room. That wouldn’t do at all.
Walking pointedly towards her, I eyed her hungrily, and her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I lifted my hands to grip her two braids and I pulled her face towards me. She had to rise up on tiptoes to prevent me yanking her hair. We kissed, mouths mashing together almost violently. Like Allie, her kisses were nothing in comparison to Katya’s.
Fucking hell, Katya had ruined kissing for me, and I was so damned good at it too. I sighed heavily, frustration getting the better of me.
Still holding Tig’s hair, I pulled her towards the bed to join her friend and pushed her down. I stared hungrily at them both.
“Off,” I ordered with a flick off my fingers, indicating their bikinis.
They obliged quickly, coming up on their knees to strip off their tops and reveal perfect round breasts. They pushed down their bottoms with eager, clumsy hands. No tan lines. Just an uninterrupted expanse of golden-kissed flesh. My chest rumbled with delight.
I unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop to the floor and kicking them away. I closed the gap between us, hands reaching up to fondle breasts, mouth leaning forward to kiss. My cock was ready. Hell, it had been ready since the second I’d gotten up from the dinner with the Vasiliev clan. And then Katya had happened…
I shook my head, driving the troublesome brat from my brain. I had everything I could want, right here and right now.
The foreplay was hot, intensely so, and I was growling with pleasure as they both took turns sucking me off, bringing me nearly to the point of exploding. But I pulled them away just in time, again and again, as the sensations built and built to a nearly painful point. And over and over, all I could hear was Katya next door.
Her throaty, sensual groans and moans getting into my head so much that when I closed my eyes, I could imagine that it was her lips wrapped around my cock. instead. My dick swelled with the need to come.
Fuck…
I opened my eyes. I wanted this to last. I needed it to. And I hated that fact, like I was trying to prove that I could do this without Alexander. That I didn’t need him to pave the way for me anymore. I was as good as Alexander, better in many ways. And I wasn’t tied down to one fucking woman.
Pushing between the women, I laid down on my back and reached for Allie. I wanted to taste her, wanted the full effect of her warm, wet places.
Big ass girls were the best kind to mouth fuck, and I was going to make her scream out my name and give Katya a run for her money.
“Sit on my face,” I ordered, and I watched her eyes widen with delight.
She crawled towards me, big tits brushing against the comforter. She didn’t need to be told twice, hooking one leg over me and shuffling her hips into position. She hovered above my face, and I stared up at her carefully curated pubic hair. A tiny landing strip, disappearing between her lobes. She was going too slow for my liking, and I arched upwards, sucking in her thickness and tasting the warm sweetness. My tongue darted out, and I felt the hard node of her clit.
As I ran circles over her, bit lightly, and sucked her into my mouth again and again, she went weak. She stopped controlling herself, stopped trying to hover over my face so as not to smother me. She let go, sinking into the pleasure and pushing against me as she screamed and begged for more, my name escaping from her mouth like a goddamn prayer.
Fuck Alexander.
Fuck Katya.
