Sex, Lies & Nikolai (21 page)

His tongue.

My mouth falls open, and a hesitant breath floods out of me.

He continues to bury his mouth from behind, sucking at my pussy, running his tongue up and down while his hands spread my cheeks apart and his thumb grazes along my other hole. My eyes open briefly, watching him, shocked to find him on his knees there, his face hidden, his large hands practically covering my entire ass.

He sucks until I’m so close to coming, I’m begging him to hurry. I feel the joyous ascent to something wonderful, and my body tenses, about to let go, about to feel something amazing, when a violent sting assaults my ass and I yelp, gasping at the slap he’s delivered without warning.

Pain shoots up my spine, heating my face, making my eyes tear up. A split second later, his fingers slide into my pussy, and the mixture of pleasure with the fading sting is almost too much to take. His fingers move so deep, I feel his knuckles rubbing against my walls in the most delicious way. And when he pulls them out and grazes the tip of his finger against my aching clit, I lose it. I come so hard and quick, my hands fist into the sheets. I moan his name, “Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai,” like a prayer; like it gives me more pleasure to come apart tasting his name on my lips.

I’m dazed. I can barely move as I blink slowly, noticing him walking out of the room and returning seconds later with my wine glass. He settles it on the night stand, flips my languid body over, and drags me up the bed, resting me on my back. Then he takes the glass and wraps my fingers around it. “Drink, rybka,” he says, smirking at me. “And relax.”

I’m ridiculously relaxed. I sip while looking at him. He’s got only his pants on now, and I feast on his chest and abdomen, already feeling a stir within me. Surely I’m not getting turned on again?

“What do your tattoos mean?” I ask, my tone light and curious.

“Nothing good,” he simply answers.

Evasive as always.

Before I could question that, he moves back over me and kisses me deeply, and it’s the urgency I feel behind it that reminds me this isn’t over.

He’s going to fuck me, and lord, I wouldn’t mind it.

He attacks my lips and jaw and then sucks a line down my throat. He undoes my bra slowly, like he’s unwrapping a present. He pushes my breasts together and sucks on them each, blowing and licking at my nipples. My free hand digs into his hair, gripping it tight as I keep him there. Every suck sends tingles to my core, and I can’t help but grind my hips up, meeting his hard cock through his pants.

He continues down my abdomen, biting lightly at my hip. He spreads my legs apart, and I peer at him through hazy eyes, still gripping the wine glass with one hand while my other is tied around the thick strands of his hair. Bunching my skirt up to my hips, he drops his face between my legs and tastes me again. He settles himself there, like he’s not going anywhere, and god, I don’t want him to. My hips move up and down like waves, grinding into his unrelenting mouth.

I drop the glass at one point, but I don’t care.

“Nikolai,” I moan, fisting the pillow as I begin to come undone. My entire body quakes, but his hands dig into my thighs, keeping me in place as he attacks my throbbing pussy with his mouth. He goes from sucking that button to kissing it like he would my lips. It’s maddening. The ache is so fucking nuclear, I’m teetering over the edge of bliss and I have no control when I’m going to fly off.

But when I do – when he
lets
me – I feel like a piece of my soul is coming undone too.

It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever felt, and I know with Nikolai, there are better ones coming.

*

He takes a call after I’ve come down from the high, and I lay there, limp and tired. I close my eyes and don’t open them again for a little while. I’m half-conscious, half-asleep. I’m just so comfortable, it’s hard not to take advantage of the softest mattress I’ve ever been on.

I feel his presence sometime later, and when I open my eyes, he’s standing there, my empty glass in hand, peering at me with an unreadable look.

Inhaling sharply, I squirm and try to sit up. “Don’t,” he says. “There’s no rush.”

I nod and relax again, looking curiously at him with heavy eyes. “How long have I been sleeping?” I wonder.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“Mm.” I peer at the glass again and frown. “I knocked the wine over.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “It’s just a mattress.”

I like that he doesn’t mind. It makes me more comfortable around him when I shouldn’t be. Not at my state of undress. I look down my body, blushing hard. “I’m not looking too modest right now, am I?”

“I think you look like paradise.”

“I’ve got just my skirt on, and they’re bunched around my hips, Nikolai.”

“Yes, paradise,” he repeats, smiling devilishly at me as he leaves the room with the glass in hand. I hear him clinking around in the kitchen.

When he comes back, he settles into the bed behind me, his bare chest pressed against my back. He runs his fingers up my thigh, and I squirm a little. “Ticklish, rybka,” he states, amused. “But not when you’re turned on.”

I smile. “It’s a good indicator then.”

His breaths hit the back of my ear, his lips press against the back of my neck, kissing me softly. I squirm again, and I can feel his lips spread into a smile. He mutters something.

“What did you say?” I question.

“You’re cute,” he replies. He’s lying. I don’t know how I know, but I just do.

His fingers trail up my inner thigh, and this time I squirm a little less as he prods between my legs, running a slick finger across the folds of my sex. I make a little sound at the back of my throat, feeling hotter.

He rubs me back and forth, the movements slow and teasing. At the same time, he lays wet kisses my shoulder and trails them back up again to my ear.

“No more squirming,” he notes, and I’m too aroused to smile.

I concentrate on his finger running up and down my slit, circling at my clit and coming back down again. The more he does it, the more turned on I get, until I turn my head to him, seeking his mouth. Our kiss is wet and sloppy, and I’m panting in him, moaning as he dips his finger just barely inside me. It’s so painfully pleasurable, I buck my hips when he does it again, making him go deeper.

“Naughty,” he murmurs inside my mouth.

I couldn’t care less.

He doesn’t appease me by going quicker. He keeps his pace slow, and it makes the build-up all the more powerful. My eyes open just barely, and I catch him watching me intently, his own eyes heavy and dazed.

He brings me to pleasure, rocking his own hips into my back, where I feel his hard cock against me. I keep waiting for him to take me. I’d rather it than his fingers, but I can’t bring myself to say it.

After I’ve come, he kisses me once and lets me calm down for the third time.

*

Nikolai never ended up fucking me. He pleasured me for a fourth time and then he left me there on his bed, satiated and content. He returned later with an envelope, and I remember taking it feeling so confused.

Even now in bed it takes me a while to understand it.

He was rock hard. I saw the need in his eyes, the desperation to take me, yet he held back. And even though he never got there, he still paid me.

Why would he pay me?

I try to deny the obvious. That there was a message in his actions. One I’m trying very hard not to confront because I know it’ll soften my heart for the cocky bastard, but the words fly through me anyway, hiding under layers and layers of barriers.

I wasn’t there for
his
pleasure. I was there so he could pleasure
me
.

“You’ve been fucked again,” Benji states, staring accusingly at me.

I snap out of my daydream and look at him. “Hmm?”

He shakes his head and mutters, “Idiot.”

I yawn slowly into my mouth and enter lala land again, thinking of Nikolai and his mouth on my pussy.

Before I’d just imagine myself kissing him, but that’s nothing in comparison to what we’ve done.

“Am I paying you to stand around?” Ivan barks at us, coming out of the backroom with this angry face.

I roll my eyes in front of him – oh, god, I’ve become Oksana – and drag my tired legs down an aisle, pretending to straighten out shit.

Benji appears at my side, tsking at me. “Already your productivity lessens. Probably a sign he’s no good for you.”

I laugh weakly. “He was good for me, alright.”

His eyes widen. “You just admitted it.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did. You just admitted you’re fucking him.”

I meander back to the counter after Ivan’s disappeared again. Benji is right on my heels, his judging breaths taking up most of my hearing.

“He’s doing it for himself,” he tells me. “Men want to just come and leave. You’re better than that, Alina.”

“Yeah? Thanks for the self-esteem boost, Benji.”

“You clearly lack it to throw yourself into bed with a man from the mafia.”

“That didn’t stop you from getting a loan from him.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t fucking him though.”

I don’t let his words get to me. I just look at him, knowing how oblivious he is of what I’m doing with Nikolai. “What does it mean if the person just wants to pleasure you instead?”

He makes a face. “No man’s that perfect.”

I laugh. “Wow, Benji.”

“I’m serious.”

“Because you know everything.”

“I do.” He nods confidently. “And I know that man is looking after his own dick.”

He’s wrong.

It actually warms me how wrong Benji is, because I have three orgasms from Nikolai’s mouth to prove it. I actually feel a little selfish now that I think about it. He took his time, built me up and brought me to amazing heights.

He must have blue balls of doom right now.

I eye the clock, and when Nikolai doesn’t show mid-morning, I find myself craving his presence already.

*

I don’t work through my unpaid lunch break like I usually do. Instead, I find myself hurrying to Nikolai’s pawn shop, and I don’t care at all that Ivan will be short with me for the rest of the day. I’m feeling too…carefree at the moment. Something’s shifted in me lately. It’s not the end of the world if I’m a couple minutes late to work, and I don’t feel like I have to be perfect during my shift or else I’ll lose my job. Ivan’s threatening eyes are met with the steely eyes of my own, and he’s not too happy about it.

I’m pretty sleep deprived. Nikolai was on my mind until the early hours of the morning. What he did to me last night, all the attention and orgasms I endured at the work of his mouth, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s why I’m going to see him now. I’m nervous about it, about what I want to do in return, but I can’t help the lick of pleasure I would feel at knowing he was taken care of and not left hanging.

There are many customers inside his shop when I arrive, and Vlad and Andrei are tending to them individually. Nikolai’s nowhere to be seen.

“Alina.” I look up to Vlad’s voice. He’s peering at me curiously behind the counter. “What do you want?”

“I need to see Nikolai,” I tell him.

“He’s in his office.”

“With a client?”

“Alone, but he’s busy.”

I nod slowly. “I’ll come back later then –”

“He’ll have my head if he knew you came by.” Vlad pauses and glances at the office door, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then he sighs and turns back to me. “Go in, but be quick about it, lapochka. He’s got lots of matters to tend to.”

I hesitate but smile politely at him. “Thanks.”

He nods, an amused smile playing at his lips. “Sure.”

I stop at the door, and I stare at it for a few seconds. It’s not like me to back down from something. It took me balls of steel to come here for the first time; this should be a breeze.

The nerves intensify the second I open the door and step into Nikolai’s office. He’s in the middle of dialling a number on his phone when he looks up, freezing at the sight of me.

“Alina,” he mutters in surprise. “Is everything okay?”

I don’t answer. I shut the door behind me and move to him instead, the desire in me too strong to stop me now. He watches me, curious of what I’m doing. I step around the desk and he turns his chair to me, a question forming at his lips when I suddenly drop to my knees. He lets go of the phone instantly, his eyes darkening in realization the second my hands fumble at his belt.

“Alina,” he whispers gravely, “you don’t have to –”

“I’ve never done this before,” I cut in, withdrawing his already hardening cock as I look back at him. “And I’m totally out of my comfort zone and barely confident as it is right now, so don’t say anything to me, because I really might fall apart.”

He tries to smile, but they don’t meet his wanting eyes. He watches me, his lips parting, his eyes darting to the office door and back.

“So,” I press, “You going to let me do this?”

His face tightens to an impossible point. “You just told me not to speak, you impertinent little minx.” I smile. “Don’t keep me waiting then. Fuck me with your mouth, and suck me hard, rybka. I like it hard.”

My fingers barely meet around his shaft as I pump him. I’m so in the dark right now, I have only his groans to go by. I wrap my lips around the head of him and taste his pre-cum. He curses under his breath, and his hand rests at the back of my head, guiding me back and forth at the pace he likes.

“You’re sweet,” he mutters. “You come here to please me and it’s so fucking sweet.”

His words burn me. I suck harder and he groans again, fisting his hand into my hair.

“Did you like when I slapped your ass?” he breathes, hissing at the way I pump him harder. I make a sound at the back of my throat. “Yeah? You liked when I hurt your round little ass? You know how red it went, Alina? It was fucking sexy. I wanted to slap you again and again ‘til you came in my mouth, flooding my tongue with your sweet come.”

It’s the first time I hear him speak in English to me while he writhes in pleasure. I’m breathing just as hard as him, loving the sting in my hair as he grips it harder, his cock growing impossibly hard.

“Perfect, Alina.”

I moan along with him, moving up and down, feeling like a normal woman with a sexy appetite for a sexy man with a cock the gods would envy.

“Take your top off,” he demands tightly. “I want to see your perky tits as I come.”

I let go of his cock and tear my shirt off. With a hand still in my hair, he leans over and pushes my bra down so that my breasts come popping out. Then he angles my head up and delivers a punishing kiss, all tongue and bite. His other hand squeezes at my breast, pinching at my nipple, making me yelp in his mouth. He swallows the sound and growls deep in his throat, ending the kiss abruptly. He grips my hair and brings me back to his cock.

“Suck me,” he orders, harshly. “Please, Alina.”

I do, taken aback by how undone he sounds.

My movements are erratic. I can’t form a rhythm because he keeps jutting his hips up and down at random intervals, making me choke on his cock. He likes the sound of it because he groans deep in his throat, and for some strange reason, I feel like I might just come hearing him.

“I’m right there,” he pants. “If you don’t want it down your throat, pull away right now.”

I don’t. I keep going, and he curses loudly and slams his cock into me one last time. I feel his release in my mouth, and it’s the weirdest sensation. None of it is delivered elegantly. I’m close to choking and sputtering, but I swallow it quickly
. Classy. So fucking classy, Alina.
He pulls out of me straight away, like he can notice, and it makes the moment even more humiliating. But he doesn’t look amused by it, or fazed in the slightest. Instead, he pulls me into his lap and cradles me there, his heartbeats thundering against my ears at a dizzying rate.

“What was that?” he whispers to me in awe.

I don’t respond. I’m still kind of embarrassed about the end of what would have been an awesome blow job.

“You’re a fireball,” he says, smiling against my forehead. “You slam into me and I burn right up with you.”

I look up at him just then and meet his gaze. He’s impossibly beautiful from this close and at ease. For once, he looks his early age, like his past life hasn’t bled him out into a hard man. Right now he’s all softness, and it’s a look I can get used to.

That thought disturbs me greatly. I squirm from his grip, sitting up and looking away. I push my breasts back into my bra and fish for my shirt. He lets me slide off, but his eyes burn into my every move

“I gotta go back to work,” I tell him.

“Am I going to see you?” he asks.

I give him a dry laugh. “You just saw me.”

“What about tonight?”

“I…I can’t tonight. I’m going to the movies with Scarlett.”

“What are you seeing?”

“Why does it matter?”

It doesn’t escape me how bitchy I sound. I don’t want to sound that way, either. It’s just… It’s just… I fume, not even understanding the battle inside of me right now.

I turn and give him a contrite look, but Nikolai’s back to being hard again. He opens his drawer and pulls out an envelope, and I feel horrified at the sight of it.

“I’m not here for that,” I tell him quickly.

He pauses and looks at me questionably.

I tuck my hair behind my ears and straighten my shirt out, pretending to be distracted. “I’ll see you, Nikolai.”

I don’t wait for him to answer. I bolt out of there, like I’m running from the bogey man, hating the smirk on Vlad’s face right before I leave.

“Shut up,” I snap at him.

He laughs and I spend the rest of the walk back to the store straightening my unruly hair.