Tiptoe with your dick.

 

***Ruby***

 

“Don’t eat that, Gus.” Ugh.

Bending down, I try to remove what’s left of the paper from between Gus’ teeth, while Jax watches from a safe distance, tilting his sweet, tiny, velvet puppy head. Well, not so tiny. They’re almost six months old already.

“You’re just as naughty, you bad, bad, boy.” I tell him, and he sinks down to the floor and lays his head on his paws.

He should feel guilty. He’s probably sitting on the rest of the fragments of the box the pregnancy test came in.

“I needed those directions, you know.” I huff.

But then again…maybe not, because how difficult can it be? Piss on a stick and then what was it, one or two stripes? See…needed it.

“What’s going on?”

Yegor’s voice makes me yelp. Dammit, I should have locked the bathroom door. That would have saved me from the three guys in my life.

“Nothing.” I grumble as I pick the last piece of paper off the floor.

Or so I think because Yegor reaches down and holds up a large chunk. “Nothing, huh?”

Shit.

“Did they devour the test or did you take it already? Are we pregnant?” His head tilts, clearly waiting for an answer.

“How the hell should I know?” I seethe. “I peed on the freaking stick, only to walk back to the bedroom to discover the boys had grabbed the box and eaten half of it. I had to chase them around and pull pieces of it from Gus’ teeth, and I really needed the box, because I don’t know how to read the damn thing and…”

“Ruby.” Yegor spills my name from his lips, and it’s like a soft caress, relaxing me immediately. “Where is the test?”

I point behind me, and he walks over to grab it from the sink. He stares at it for a second or two before he puts it back down, his expression blank.

“Well?” I ask, my hands coming up on each side of my body, holding them palms up.

“Well…” He stalks toward me and takes me in his arms. “I’m thinking it will be a boy. But I want a girl too. We’ve got enough room, so I’m sure we could try…”

Leaning to my right, I look around him at the stick. Two lines. “Oh. Two lines mean pregnant. I wanted to double check but…”

“No need to double check, Ruby. This belly,” He places his hand possessively over my abdomen. “Is carrying our child.”

“Gonna be a real daddy.”

“And you’ll be a real mommy.”

“So we have a few months to get these monsters under control because apparently we failed somewhere in raising them.” I grumble when I look back at two enormously cute dogs.

“We’ll be fine. Here, I’ll show you.” Yegor gives me a kiss on my neck before he snaps his fingers. “Gus, Jax, out.”

Both boys dart out of the bathroom and head for the bedroom door. Yegor closes it behind them and turns to me.

“See, no problem.” There’s a smug smile on his face. “It’s time for me to worship that body of yours. Especially now that it just became even more special.”

I feel my cheeks heat at his words, while warmth spreads inside my chest. This man. He completes me.

Before he can throw out a command he wants me to follow, I take lead and stalk toward him. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I reach for his belt. His erection is already straining against the zipper of his slacks.

Yegor’s eyes burn into mine, swirling with dark desire. His slacks hit the floor, freeing his dick that is reaching for his navel. Thick and hard. Wrapping my fingers around the soft, veiny skin, I slide my tongue over the tip. I taste the salty fluid that leaks out.

It’s then that I feel his hand sliding in my hair, guiding my cheek toward his thigh. This reminds me of the first time I had his cock in my mouth. The way he takes control, the way he fucks my mouth. Always his way. Yet this man goes out of his way to do anything for me. Placing my needs first.

Except when it comes to blowjobs. I can take control when we have sex, straddle him, determine the pace, and get him off with my hand. But the second my mouth comes near his dick, he places my cheek on his thigh and wraps his inked-up hand around his girth to pump fiercely until he spills everything he has down my throat.

It’s hot. Sometimes all I need is one brush of my own fingers over my clit to orgasm right after him. It’s like he gains control over both our bodies when he merges my cheek with his thigh, his dick with my mouth, our eyes locked.

“You’re not going to get it down your throat this time, gorgeous.” Yegor tells me, his voice pained. “I want to be deep inside you, feeling that pussy pulse from the orgasm I’ll give you. I want to kiss those lips you so expertly wrapped around me. Get up, Ruby. On the bed.”

See? Like I mentioned earlier…he throws out commands and expect me to follow them. Well, it seems like he holds the remote that goes to my body, because he knows exactly what buttons to push.

The place between my legs starts to throb in anticipation of what’s to come. Shrugging off my clothes, I place a knee on the bed and look over my shoulder.

“Ass on the bed, I want to look at my pussy, have a taste before I crawl up and slide in.” He toes off his shoes and slacks and unbuttons his shirt.

Propping myself on my elbows, I take in the man who holds my heart. With powerful strides he guides his muscled body toward me. His tattoos are scattered over his skin. A large chest piece, flowing onto his arms, forearms, and his hand. My mouth is dry, probably because of the extended drooling I had going just now. It’s too much.

“Do you want me to stand here some more, so you can eye fuck me before I fuck you?” He takes his dick in hand and starts to stroke himself.

My hand slides down, heading between my legs because he’s right. I really could eye fuck him, all it would take is one touch...

“Don’t you dare touch my pussy. The only one who will come near that bundle of nerves is me with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. Clear?” He growls as his knee hits the mattress. 

Leaning over, his tongue slides over my pussy, my clit, over my belly, latching on to my nipple and biting down. I feel his cock pressing against me as his fingers snake underneath my leg, locking my knee with his arm, opening me up as he slides my leg over his shoulder. Raising his knee, he cradles my other leg between his as he buries his cock inside me.

Grunting loudly, he pulls back. I fully expect for him to slam back in and yet he takes his time, as if savoring our connection. My walls clench around him when he’s all the way in, right before he moves back.

His voice is a low, deep rumble. “Ruby. I’m going slow here, don’t make me hurt you.”

I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Okay, mister maybe I didn’t know how to read a pregnancy test, but this I do know…you can’t hurt the baby or me by the way we’ve been fucking. Don’t you dare start to tiptoe with your dick.”

“Tiptoe with my dick, Ruby? Really?”

Before I can answer, he starts to pound into me, taking away all bodily functions.

The only thing I can do is surrender to the pleasure he’s building for release. His mouth latches onto the skin of my neck. Yegor’s hand cups my chin and guides my head to the side for better access. I can feel his dick start to swell even more before it pulses inside me. He rotates his pelvis and I’m lost. Tingles erupt throughout my body as the most intense orgasm overtakes me.

I groan in frustration when I hear my iPhone buzz on the bedside table. Pulling me out of my moment. Yegor slips out of me, leaving me to repeat the frustrated sound. I watch as his tight, sculpted, ass strolls over to the bathroom before I reach for my phone.

It’s a text from Andy. A warm cloth hits between my legs, and I yelp in shock.

“Touchy, touchy. This new?” Yegor chuckles.

I smack his biceps as he keeps cleaning my pussy. “No, you idiot. I was reading a text from Andy.”

His hand pulls back and he throws the wet cloth in the direction of the bathroom. I’m glad to see it hit the tiled floor instead of the carpet.

“What did it say? Where is she?” His face is fierce.

Andy spent some time in the hospital, and after that she needed time to regain strength in her shoulder. But she vanished barely three days after she was taken to the hospital. Ricca freaked out, but she let us girls know that she checked herself into a private clinic. She sent a text to her brother to let him know she needed time.

He wasn’t thrilled but understood. Something about her past, except neither Ricca nor Andy will spill a word about it. Her brother was pissed she removed the GPS chip in her arm. But then again it’s not like you’re giving a person space when you can pinpoint her location every time you like, right?

Yegor knows us girls keep in contact with Andy, but he also knows not to ask too much or that I can’t tell him some things. Mainly because Afon left the same day Andy did.

They didn’t run off together. On the contrary, Afon is chasing down Marco. Apparently, Marco took almost half his brother’s gang, well it’s Marco’s gang now, with him. I can’t tell Yegor that Andy is chasing down Marco too. That I just got a message in our girl group chat that she’s about to close in on him.

Because then all hell would break loose, right? He keeps staring at me intently, clearly expecting me to tell him something.

My phone rings. Checking the screen, I recognize the number and pick up the call. “Hey Andy!”

There’s nothing but breathing on the other side of the line.

“Hello?” A male’s voice cracks over the phone. “Who is this?”

“Ruby. Who’s this?” I ask.

There’s static, and then the voice comes back, repeating the same. “Who is this?”

“It’s Yegor’s bitch, now who are you?” I snap.

Yegor growls low in his throat and bends forward, bringing our heads together. “Your ass is gonna feel that one.” He whispers close to my ear.

The voice in my other ear now comes clearly over my phone. “Ah, Yegor’s bitch. Let him know I’m coming to avenge my brother. And I’ll start with the girly brunette one of my men just grabbed.”

The line goes dead…my heart starts to pound as my eyes lock on Yegor who clearly heard the same words.

My whole body starts to shake. “No!” I gasp.