by SR Jones
No, it won’t count because we’re on a break from real life, floating in limbo in this beautiful house of his. Justina providing a safety net of another human being to act as a circuit breaker if things get too heated, as she did tonight.
The door bangs and jolts against my back.
“Let me in,” Andrius says.
“I don’t have a key; the door is not locked. You can come in anytime you want.”
I move away from the door in case my surly reply encourages him to kick it in.
“Invite me in,” he says.
I laugh. “What are you, a vampire? Can’t cross the threshold unless invited?”
“No.” His voice is low, sin and lust. “I’m giving you one last chance. Tell me to go away and I will. We’ll reset this tomorrow. I’ll go to one of my women tonight, and I won’t come near you again. But if you ask me in, I’ll tell Nina and Vicky I won’t be seeing them again. You and I will work this thing out between us, however the cards fall.”
My heart leaps. Holy shit. I should say go away. Send him to one of his women, get him away from me for good. I know he means it too. If I say go away now, he will, and he won’t ever look at me the way I love again.
He’s capable of it. Cold enough to lock all the attraction he feels for me away. It would be safer. It would be the sensible thing to do. I near the door and place a hand flat against the old wood.
Tell him to go away.
I take a deep breath, stand back, and open the door.
Something flashes across Andrius’ normally impervious face, and it looks a lot like triumph. It should scare me, but I’m too excited and turned on to be scared right now. I’m also still a little tipsy, despite having sobered up a fair bit.
“You drunk?” he asks.
“No, not drunk. Merry maybe, but not drunk.”
“Hhmm.”
“Why? Is this to do with your moral code; you don’t fuck women who are drunk?”
“No. I don’t want to fuck you for the first time while you’re drunk. I want you to remember every moment of me claiming you, not lose it in a cocktail-induced haze.”
Well, hell, when he puts it like that.
There’s another knock on the door, and Justina peers her head around. She’s holding two steaming mugs in her hand. “I made coffee, thought you might want one, Violet?”
I’m about to say no, but Andrius takes the coffee. “Thanks. She does.”
“You okay?” Justina asks me, ignoring Andrius.
“Yes,” I tell her.
“Okay, I’m going to wish you crazy kids goodnight. Be good.” She winks and saunters off toward the stairs to her lair.
Andrius closes the door behind him and hands me the coffee. “Drink this.”
I take it and do as he says, grimacing as the strong, bitter liquid hits my taste buds. I take my coffee prettied up with syrups or mocha, and this is plain, dark, and strong.
“Drink it,” he repeats.
He heads to the bathroom and I hear him messing about in there then the sound of the shower.
Are we going to shower together? Kind of erotic, but I’m not sure I want him seeing me naked for the first time under the bright bathroom lights.
He comes into the room and tips his finger under the cup I am sipping from, making me take more of it.
“Good girl.” He takes it from me, places it on the side, and turns me around by my shoulders. “Now, go and get in the shower. It’s cold.”
Not sure why I’m obeying him so meekly, but doing it anyway, I turn and head into the bathroom. I close the door behind me and step under the cold stream. Gasping, I take in air as the water hits me. Talk about a libido killer.
I stay under there for what feels like forever but is probably only five minutes, and it does sober me up. Or at least it seems to.
When I come out of the bathroom, I stop and stare at Andrius. He’s changed into a pair of soft looking sweatpants and they do nothing to hide what he’s packing. On the bed in front of him is one of his t-shirts, and I wonder if he’s going to put it on. Instead, he gestures for me to come to him. My hair is still damp as it hangs around my shoulders, and it makes me shiver.
I reach him, and he looks into my eyes, not letting his gaze drop as he takes the towel off me and drops it onto the bed. Then, he grabs the t-shirt and pulls it over my head. It hangs to mid-thigh on me. Fits like a nightdress.
“You’ll get cold with your hair so wet,” he says, picking up the towel and proceeding to dry my hair.
I don’t know what to say or how to react. I’m not sure what’s going on here. His actions make my chest ache. No one has touched me in kindness like this in such a long time.
When he seems satisfied my wet hair is no longer a health risk, he pulls the sheets back and tells me to get in.
“Aren’t we—”
“Get into bed, Violet.”
He says my name like it’s something he can taste. My skin tingles, and I do as he says. I realize I feel sleepy, which is hardly erotic, and I try to wake myself up.
The next moment a big, warm body slides in next to me. It’s enough to slap me awake. God, I’m nervous as hell.
A solid arm wraps around my middle, and Andrius whispers in my ear, “You’re tired; go to sleep, Violet.”
I can feel the evidence of his arousal, and this is confusing.
“I don’t understand.” I yawn on the end of the last word.
“You drank too much, and now you need to sleep it off. Go to sleep.”
“What about the sex stuff?” I’m so tired now, I seem to have lost control of my brain to mouth filter. Sex stuff. Jesus.
“Later, sleep.”
As if my brain is somehow hardwired to do as he says, I go to sleep.
I startle awake. My heart is pounding, and the room is dark with only the moonlight coming in through where the curtains are open. It’s not as bright as the previous couple of nights, but still enough to see by easily once my eyes adjust.
Something big and warm stirs behind me.
Andrius.
I glance at my phone and see it is five in the morning. I must have slept for about four hours. My head is a bit sore, but I’m no worse for wear other than that. I’m sober now too. And suddenly very scared of what I’ve done by inviting this big, cold man into my bed.
My mouth tastes horrible, so I slip out from under the covers and sneak into the bathroom where I quietly give my teeth a clean. As I’m doing so, I think about last night. Andrius toweled my hair for me, he gave me one of his t-shirts, and he put me to bed. The way he did it though, it’s hard to put into words, but there was something domineering about it. Gentle, but firm, and him completely in control, me doing as he told me, and I loved it. And he took the gift I gave him of trusting him, of doing exactly as he said, and he kept me safe, didn’t he? Which is what he’s been doing all along.
I’m not a virgin, but I’m hardly worldly. My two sexual intercourse experiences with my boyfriend weren’t good. I think it must have been me at fault because after we did it, he left me for my supposed best friend. I’m scared I suck at sex, and I don’t know what to do. I know slot A goes into slot B, and you move around a bit. I’m not so naïve, but I don’t know how to be good at it.
I’ve had orgasms, plenty at night with my fingers dipped between my folds, but never at the hands of a man. Some part of my brain always starts to run away with itself. I become self-conscious, and nothing kills desire more than worrying about everything you’re doing. I used to get in a state about not being able to come, and then I’d fake it. Now, I’ve gone and let the most dangerous and sexiest man I’ve ever seen into my bed.
He’s an apex predator, the sort of person who goes through life at the top of the food chain, and he can surely get a woman to match, yet he’s chosen me for now. And I’m going to be such a disappointment.
Shit.
I creep out of the bedroom and across the floor before climbing into bed as quietly as I can, not wanting
to wake Andrius.
“Feel better?”
Crap, rumbled.
I turn to face him in the moonlight. “Much. Thanks for erm … drying my hair,” I finish lamely.
I’m so out of my depth, there’s no bottom to this ocean I’m swimming in.
“What are you scared of?” he asks.
And in the dark, I open my mouth and tell the truth.
“I don’t know what to do. I’m scared I’ll be a letdown. I’m scared of this, of us, of you. Of drowning in it all. It feels like it could be too much.”
Fingers tip my chin up and warm lips brush across mine once. “I know you’re not a virgin.”
There’s no anger in his voice.
“No,” I say.
“So you don’t have to pretend you don’t know what to do. Although,” he adds, “I would like to know why Allyov thinks you are a virgin.”
“How do you know I’m not?” I don’t deny it. No point.
“I watch people, I’m observant, and I watch you most of all, Violet.”
Everything he says should terrify me, but his confession he watches me the most makes me ache at my core.
“I didn’t tell Allyov I was,” I say. Then I tell the partial truth. “A man at the ball Allyov holds pinched my arse, hard. I was fed up with it, and I wanted to make him feel shame, if such men ever feel shame. I turned around and told him I was probably a similar age to his daughter if he had any children. And he said something about me stop acting as if I was a blushing virgin, so I told him I was to shut him up. Allyov heard.” It’s not a lie; I’ve simply not added the rest of it. How I planned for Allyov to hear and hoped it would endear me to him.
“But,” I go on, “I’m not … I’m not experienced. I’ve had sex twice, and both times it wasn’t good. After, my boyfriend left me for my friend.” I bite my lip ashamed of the fact, the embarrassment still burning in my gut at what they did, despite the hurt being mostly gone.
“Did you come?” Andrius asks, his fingers still under my chin, his thumb brushing the side of my jaw in soft sweeps that make my face tingle.
“No.”
“Did he?”
“Yes.”
“Well then, you weren’t the useless one, were you?”
I stop to think about what he’s said.
“It takes two people to make it good, Violet. And it takes chemistry. We have chemistry. I bet if I were to dip my fingers between your legs right now, you’d be wet.”
I am, and I squeeze my thighs together at his words.
“Shall we see?” he says.
I can’t speak, but I nod in the dark knowing he’ll feel it if he can’t see it.
I nod, and I light the fuse.
Chapter 13
Andrius
I can feel her pulse where my hand rests under her jaw, and it speeds up as she nods. God, she might not be a virgin, but she isn’t lying about being inexperienced. She’s nervous as hell. I want to make her nerves melt away until she can’t feel anything but what I’m doing to her.
My hand leaves her jaw and trails down her body, taking the covers with it down her side to where my t-shirt ends high on her thigh. She’s laid on her side, facing me, and I bring the material up as my fingers trail her thigh and skim over her hip. She’s got curves to die for. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting every inch of her. I want to see her, to put the light on and tell her to stand for me and take off my t-shirt. I don’t. She’s nervous and unsure, and this time, I’m going to go easy on her.
I can see enough anyway, with the moonlight kissing her skin, turning it silvery and ethereal as I watch the shirt ride up her body. The curve of her hip is accentuated by the dappled light landing on it from the window. The dark v between her legs calls to me, and I let my fingers trail over her thigh again, down to where her legs meet. I slip my hand between her legs, and she moves a little, parting her thighs for me. Giving me access. Giving me permission.
Gently, I part her folds, and I wasn’t wrong. She’s wet. Soaking. She doesn’t make a sound as I find her clit and rub her there, but her breath comes in puffy little gasps.
Fuck, I need to taste her. I bring my hands to my mouth and suck my fingers in. Her eyes widen, and she gives a startled whimper at the action.
The smell and taste of her burnishes my blood, making me want to devour her, lay waste to her body as I take every inch. Instead, I slide down her body, carefully, and roll her fully onto her back. I use my shoulders to push her thighs apart, and I lower my face to plant kisses on each creamy inner thigh.
Teasing her, wanting to build her tension and desire, I work my way inwards before sucking one plump, perfect pussy lip into my mouth. She makes noise then. A low moan and it makes my dick pulse. I do the same to the other. She hasn’t got much hair, a landing strip on her mound and a few soft blonde curls. I suck at her, loving the taste of her, and then I dart my tongue out and lick her clit.
“Oh,” she moans, her hips bucking up.
Her reaction is so strong it makes me wonder if anyone has done this for her before. I push her legs up until they are bent at the knees, giving me better access, and I go to town on her.
Soon, she’s panting and squirming under me. “I can’t, this is, oh, God.”
I chuckle at her inability to form a coherent sentence. Her thighs are trembling, and I think she’s close, so I carefully push two fingers inside her and hook them forward, searching for the little rubbery spot.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she pants and says the same thing repeatedly, and suddenly her legs tense, she stills, and she’s coming. Squeezing around my fingers, she floods my tongue with her slippery wetness.
Holy shit, she’s fucking amazing. My cock is leaking all over just from tasting her. I want inside her so bad. I want to be bare too. No condom between us. I’m clean, but what if she’s not on the pill?
“Baby,” I lift my head and look at her. Her head rests to one side, eyes closed.
She comes to and looks at me. “Yes?”
I move up her body, kissing her stomach, her ribs, between her breasts, and fuck me, but those will be getting more attention later. Reaching her face, I tilt her until she’s facing me completely and take her mouth.
She moans into me and hitches her hips so her core is pressed against my aching dick, still trapped in my sweatpants.
“I’m clean, are you on the pill?”
She nods. “I went on it for my boyfriend, and when he cheated on me, I didn’t stop taking it. I got tested too, since he’d been unfaithful.”
“I never fuck bareback, but I want you with nothing between us,” I tell her. “Are you okay with it?”
She nods. “I … I’d like it too.”
She’s shy still, seemingly more unsure than before I gave her a mind-blowing orgasm, which isn’t what I want.
I push my pants off and continue kissing her, trying to take away her nerves.
Bending down, I take one pointed nipple in my mouth and suck hard. She arches up into it, offering me her flesh, and I suck harder, using my teeth to scrape along the sensitive flesh.
One day, I’m going to come all over her tits and rub it in until there’s none left.
Moving back up, I kiss her throat, her neck, and when I reach her ear and kiss there, she shivers and gives another low moan. She likes having her ear nibbled, so I put some work into it, and at the same time, I enjoy the feeling of my flesh against hers. Skin on skin.
It’s not something I usually notice. It’s sensual and glorious and a niggling concern I’m already too into this, to her, threatens to ruin the moment, and I push it away.
When she’s once more a writhing mess, I position myself between her legs, lining myself up with her entrance. Lifting her right leg, I nudge my cock against her core. She sighs and nudges back.
I’m going to take it so slow this first time. She’ll be begging me by the time I let her come. It’s going to be hard on me as well, but the best things in life are those we have to work for
.
I push in, taking care to be gentle. She sighs again, breathier this time, and I move in deeper. I love her reactions. She doesn’t scream or thrash about, but she’s totally genuine. I fuck her but I’m gentle, slow, careful.
She’s glorious around me—tight, wet, hot. My dick is in fucking heaven. I had to have her, and the reality isn’t a disappointment, anything but.
I grit my teeth, determined to make this last. To make it special so she remembers me, so I’m stamped on her body, mind, and soul. I know this can’t last, not with how it began, but I want whoever comes after to me to be a distant second.
The thought of anyone else being where I am now makes me sick. I push it away, determined not to ruin this.
“Andrius,” she whispers, hitching up, trying to get me to speed up.
I don’t oblige and keep my thrusts steady and measured, despite it being torture.
“I want you to come again,” I tell her, about to move my hand down and give her clit some attention. Before I can she stiffens.
She looks at me, and I see something akin to alarm cross her features, but she blinks it away and smiles. It’s a fake smile. Seductive, false, and I hate it. What gives?
Violet starts to writhe under me, and she becomes more vocal. Then she squeezes around my dick, but it doesn’t feel right, it’s weak and not rhythmic, and she’s moaning and making more noise than she did the first time.
I stop moving. Her eyes fly open, and she gives me a questioning look. “Why did you stop?”
And there I have my answer. I’m not a woman, but most women I know if you stopped fucking them right in the middle of an amazing orgasm, you’d get either a demand not to stop, or they’d try to take over themselves.
Violet tried to fake it with me, and I don’t like it.
I take hold of her small chin and tilt her head up. “Let’s get one thing clear; you come with me, and it’s real. You don’t come, you let me know what I’m doing wrong.”
