Chapter Eight

 

“Don’t rip it,” I squealed, batting Vadmir’s hands away from the base of my cashmere sweater. “It’s Miu Miu.”

“So remove it…fast,” he growled, towering over me with a predatory look in his eyes. “Or it will go the same way as your little panties did.”

His dark expression did sinful things to the bad girl in me and I wanted more, more of his carnal cravings, more of his dirty desires.

With hurried movements I tugged the sweater over my head. “Yes, you owe me new underwear,” I said, panting. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Yeah, tomorrow, I’ll buy you more tomorrow.” He ducked and nuzzled his face into my cleavage, pressing his palms over the outer edges of my breasts to hold them high and together.

“Yebat’, you taste good,” he murmured, swiping his tongue over the lacy cups of my bra and then suckling my nipples through the fabric. “So good.”

I moaned and clutched his head. The urgent, desperate heat of his sucking had my spine weakening.

But I wanted flesh on flesh, so I grabbled at his long-sleeved top, pulling it up his back and trying to drag it over his head.

He paused in what he was doing and finished the job for me. Tossing the top to the floor of his hotel room.

I cupped his pectoral muscles in my hands, leaned forward and laved my tongue over his nipples.

He groaned and slotted his hands into my hair, fisting it in his big hands. “I want it all,” he said hoarsely. “All of you.”

“You’re going to get it,” I said, taking his right nipple between my teeth and giving it a teasing bite. At the same time, I squeezed his left with my thumb and index finger.

He jerked. “Ah, yeah, you’re making me on fire for you, fuck…Sammy…”

I delved downward and slipped my hand between his flat belly and the waistband of his jeans. His cock was hard and proud and straining upward, the tip escaping his briefs. Eagerly I channeled my finger through his slit, spreading the drop of moisture I found there.

“Touch me all over, Sammy,” he said, his breath breezing over my hair. “The way I’m going to touch you. I want to be inside every bit of you.”

I trailed kisses down his chest, the base of his ribs and poked my tongue into his navel. I then gave the tiny rise of flesh before his jeans another bite.

“Little minx,” he gasped.

“Lose these,” I said, popping open the button on his fly. “Now, before I rip them.”

As he shoved the jeans and briefs away I folded to my knees. “Fuck my mouth,” I said, looking up at him, batting my eyelashes and licking my lips. “Fuck my mouth until you come.”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed and he took my jaw in his palm. “Can you take it?”

“Yes, all of it.”

He squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth wide. “Open up.”

I let my jaw hang slackly, only inches from his erection. My mouth was watering, saliva already pooling on my tongue. We’d done many things the night before, but apart from that one brief suck on his cock I had yet to taste him and I loved giving head, adored having an eager cock in my mouth.

He eased forward and the tip slid between my lips. Warm and smooth, his aroused, salty flavor seeped onto my palate.

I moved backward a little, so my shoulders were supported by the wall and gripped his hips to steady myself.

“More,” he said, “can you take more…?”

I nodded, his dick moving within my mouth.

He pressed in farther and I wrapped one hand around the section of his shaft that I wasn’t accommodating orally.

He moaned and a tremble traveled through his body.

I shut my eyes, loving the warm density of his cock. His veins were throbbing at the surface, pulsating against the roof of my mouth.

I coiled my tongue around his cock and eased him in deeper. He took the hint and slid right to the back of my throat.

For a second my gag reflex nearly overwhelmed me, but I beat it down and pulled in air through my nose. I could feel him lodged there, so far down, and I swallowed, the action pulling on the tiny bit of slack skin at the end of his dick.

“Ah, that’s it, fuck me, so good, dah, dah,” he said, banging one hand onto the wall above me and the other curling around to the nape of my neck.

He set up a thrusting motion with his hips, shoving in and out of me and holding me still. It wasn’t a gentle rhythm, it was rough and tough and I struggled to take it. But I would and I could. Saliva dripped from my chin, my breaths were noisy and ragged. I loved it, I loved that he didn’t treat me like I might break. I loved how he held me so firm and took what he wanted the way I did with him.

“That is enough…” he said, suddenly pulling out. “I want to be inside you, properly. I want you to come with me.”

I sucked in air and dragged the back of my hand over my chin to collect the moisture. But as soon as I’d done that I was standing again. He’d pulled me up, his hands beneath my arms, and plonked me onto my feet.

“Like this,” he said, spinning me round. “Against the wall, Sammy. You know you’ll love it.”

“Condom.” I gasped as he dragged down my jeans and yanked my boots off in wild, pitching movements. “Condom, Vadmir.”

“Fuck.” He left me for a moment and I stepped out of my jeans, then my panties. I was pleased they weren’t going to bite the dust like the previous pair.

“If we’d had a bit of privacy on that damn plane,” he said breathlessly, “This is what I’d have done to you.” He pressed his chest into my back and forced me against the wall, my right cheek squashing on the cool paintwork. “I’d have taken you from behind as you looked out the window at the earth far below. We’d have joined the high miles club as I ground into you hard, so fucking hard…” As he’d spoken the last two words he’d found my entrance with the tip of his cock and pushed in an inch.

“Ah, ah, please, Vadmir,” I gasped, parting my legs and shoving my ass into him. I arched my spine, giving him better access.

“It is good, yes?”

“Yes, good, fuck, give me all of you.” I was so wet for him, normally this position required foreplay or lube but damn, I was dripping; dripping and desperate for his whole length to bury deep.

“Here it is.”

I shut my eyes and gave over to sensation.

He rammed in, trapping me between his body and the wall. I felt weak. I wanted to focus on nothing but him driving into me. I couldn’t concentrate on keeping my limbs functioning. But it didn’t matter, because again he had me. I was encased in his arms, impaled on his cock. His wide thighs were behind my legs, blocking me in, bracing me tight.

The sound of his belly slapping against my ass cheeks clapped around the room. The heated scent of our arousal swirled and puffed between our bodies with each thrust.

My pussy was clasping and aching. The sweet soreness of his big cock stretching me wide and pounding against my G-spot was bliss.

I clawed at the wall and gasped his name, “Vadmir…”

He smacked his hands over mine, and our fingers interlaced. “Can you come like this?” he asked breathlessly against my ear.

“Yes, yes, it’s just right, so deep…” And it was. A glorious G-spot orgasm was tearing toward me. Deep and satisfying, the pressure was building. He was getting it just right. “Don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He kept on going. For a moment I felt like I needed to pee and then the feeling passed and I toppled over the edge and let my orgasm consume me.

Still he pounded on. As I cried out, he held me tight and drove me ever upwards. My pussy spasmed around him. My whole pelvis was contracting and releasing.

“Come, come with me…” I wailed.

But he didn’t. He just continued to surge his thick cock into me over and over. He was so near, moments away. I could tell, by his breaths, and the absolute solidness of his cock.

Eventually he slowed and my orgasm faded. I was panting hard, enjoying the final pulses of my climax that seemed to gather all the muscles in my pelvis and drag them together.

“You didn’t…” I gasped.

“Sammy, the night is young.” He pulled out and wrapped me in his arms, holding my back into his chest.

I sagged against him. My bra, still in place, was pressing on his forearm. I felt boneless. Vadmir had a way of wringing an orgasm from me that left me one hundred percent sated. My knees gave way. “Oh…”

“Shh…” he said, spreading kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

I managed a meek nod.

“Rest,” he said, “and then you’ll be ready to go again.”

I wasn’t convinced, but rest sounded like a great idea.

He steered me to the bed and we lay down, in the same position we’d been standing. His thick cock was nestled between my ass cheeks—greedy, hungry but also patient.

I sighed as he continued to gently drop sweet kisses onto my neck, my shoulder and into my nape. They were delicate little touches of his lips, so different to his actions of moments ago. He’d shifted from a wild storm of passion to a peaceful calm. No wonder I was dizzy.

My thoughts fudged as a pleasant doze washed over me. The mattress was so soft, like marshmallow, and I was sinking lower. A dreamy state harnessed my thoughts as Vadmir stroked and caressed me into a slumber.

He pulled away for a moment and then slotted back in, palming my ass cheeks. “Hey, Sammy,” he whispered, “are you awake?”

“Mmm,” I said, half twisting to receive a kiss.

“You’ve still got energy, right?” His breaths were hot on my cheek.

“Yes, what’s an eighteen-hour flight? Not tiring at all.”

He released my bra and pushed it down my arm so I could wriggle out of it.

“You want to sleep?” he asked.

“Hell no. You haven’t had your fun yet, Russian boy. Sleep is not on the agenda until that happens.”

I felt him smile against my shoulder, his cheek bunching on my skin. “Yes, ma’am.”

“How do you want to come?” I asked, wondering if he wanted my breasts again. He’d enjoyed that the previous evening.

“Well…” he said, tweaking my nipples. “You really want to know?”

“Yes, of course.”

He slid his hands down my belly, over my navel and then fluffed through my pubic hair. “I love your pussy,” he said, just touching my clit.

I murmured as renewed interest captured my nerve endings.

“It’s hot and tight,” he said, “and hugs me like a perfect winter glove.” He smoothed his touch over my hip. “But…this is what I want now.” He explored over my left buttock, down my cleft and settled his finger over my anus.

I jerked at the intimate touch.

“Shh,” he said. “Here, this is where I want you, but only if that works for you, too.”

Oh, fuck, it had been a while since I’d indulged in anal sex. I wasn’t averse to it. I just usually reserved it for guys I was in a relationship with, not a one-night stand, or in this case a two-night stand.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, everything about you,” he whispered. “I don’t know why but I feel so possessive, like I want to own you, claim you. I want you as mine.”

I stiffened as he rubbed tiny circles over my asshole. His words, his actions, it was making my body tingle and my mind race.

“Not in a weird kidnap way,” he went on, “but in a protect you, make you happy and keep you satisfied way.”

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job of the satisfied part.”

“I’m pleased to hear it.”

We were quiet for a moment. Vadmir teasing the tiny wrinkles of skin on my ass and me just breathing and relaxing into the touch. The longer he did it the more turned on I became.

“Yes,” I said, “fuck me there, do it.”

“Yes?”

“Yes…please.”

His finger left me then returned cool and coated in lube. “I want this pretty ass so bad,” he said. “Seeing you in that tight skirt, on the plane, damn, I got hard enough to hammer screws thinking of bending you over and…”

“Nails, hammer nails.”

“Whatever the fuck you want hammering, I’m your man. Screws, nails, goddamn tomatoes.”

I stifled a giggle but then sucked in a breath when the tip of his finger edged into my dark heat.

“Oh, damn it…” he murmured. “You’re so little, I don’t know if…”

“It’s okay.” Fuck, was it? His cock had a formidable girth. “Stretch me.”

“Sammy…?”

I shoved my ass down, onto his finger. “Stretch me. Fuck, let’s do this.” I wanted him to come as hard and furiously as I had earlier. Lose it totally. Be unable to stand, speak, function afterward. “Give me more.” Lust was a sudden, potent injection of desperation and desire and it had filled my veins.

He obliged and added another finger. The sweet burn made me gasp as my delicate muscles widened for him and welcomed him in.

“More lube,” I said.

He gave my shoulder a small bite, his teeth creating a sharp distraction from what was happening below. “Here,” he said, increasing the cold, wetness of his fingers. He dragged in a breath, his chest buffeting mine. “Fuck, I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“I know.” I felt free, liberated. A cock in my most private hole wasn’t something I longed for until the temptation hovered before me, then it was all consuming. It seemed my big, bad Russian hockey player felt the same. “Get inside me,” I said, fisting the sheets.

“Wait.” He scissored his fingers, extending me wider.

I groaned and rejoiced in the hot-honeyed sensation. It was a promise of what was to come.

He pulled out.

The tip of his cock nudged up against me.

Hurriedly, I shot my hand down to my clit. I found it protruding from its folds; engorged and wet, wanton and needy.

As he eased in, parting the tight sphincter of my anus, I swirled my clit.

“Ah, yeah, fuck, take me,” he said, “prinyat' vse moy chlen.”

I gasped and bore down, embracing his entry. For a moment panic washed over me. Could I take him? He was creeping in higher. Not a wild, frantic entry like when he fucked my pussy, this was slow and controlled but oh, so dense and heavy.

I held my breath and closed my eyes. Fought the war within that was to pull away and escape because I knew once seated he would feel incredible filling me.

Continuing to fret my clit, I harnessed the bliss that was traveling high. The fullness was exquisite, his ride, now he’d eased my asshole wide, was a smooth glide to full depth.

“Yes, yes,” I hissed. “That’s it.”

“Fuck,” he said hotly against my ear. “Fuck, you’re gripping me like a snare.”

“It’s good, so good.” My hand was working like a dynamo, speeding over my clit. “Come, please, come,” I gasped. “With me.” The thought of surrendering to climax whilst my ass was so full was both terrifying and luring me closer.

He shifted again, getting higher even though I didn’t think that was possible.

I groaned and felt his balls mash against the flesh of my ass. He was completely lodged within me. My hole stretched taut around the thick span of his root.

“Here…let me,” he said, reaching around and pressing his fingers over mine as I swirled my clit. “Sammy…”

“Yes, yes…” I said, wanting to buck frantically but also frozen with the bliss of what we were doing.

He took over, jamming his fingers against mine and working my nub into a frenzy. Moisture was gushing from me, coating our fingers. He eased his cock out a little and then slid back in.

“So good…” I managed, twisting my neck and trying to kiss him.

He rested his mouth over my cheek, his damp lips tracing my skin.

Again he eased out, pushed back in.

The first tugs of climax lured me closer. I clenched my pussy which in turn made my ass respond with a spasm.

“Argh, yeah, dah, dah…” he moaned. “Fuck it.”

He pulled practically out and then rode back in, again his balls bashed into me.

My breaths were hard to catch. I felt so owned, so thoroughly filled by him.

“I’m coming…” he gasped, increasing the speed and pressure on my clit. “Fuck.”

“Me too.” I screwed up my eyes, let a blinding flash of colors streak through my mind and allowed the compression in my clit and the solidity in my pelvis hold me hostage for a few sweeter than sweet moments.

He grunted then groaned, foreign words spilling from his mouth and echoing into my ear.

I jammed myself backward onto him and pushed down on his hand. “Fucking hell…” I moaned, wanting it all, taking it all.

My asshole spasmed around his cock. I was aware of him pulsing inside me, filling the condom. My sensitive muscles were attentive to every gush and ripple through his shaft.

Another long groan reeled from his chest, grating out of his throat and then he fell still and silent.

I enjoyed a few last circles on my clit and then also calmed. I was sucking in air fast, dizzy from the experience. Damn, I’d never taken it so far, so fast with anyone. It seemed Russian was my flavor.