by Roxie Noir
“Why?” I whisper.
“I climbed up a stone wall in my dress uniform, and now you’re making fun of me,” he teases, moving forward. He’s still warm from the climb and I can feel his body heat radiating off of him, making every inch of me feel warm and feverish.
“Don’t you think climbing a tower in with a rose in your teeth is a little too fairy tale?” I tease back.
He just chuckles, then wraps his hand around my back and pulls me to him.
“If you think I’m here to rescue you, you’ve got the wrong idea,” he whispers into my ear.
26
Kostya
I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it’s that I’ve had just enough drinks at the ball to do something crazy and questionable, like climb up a stone wall to a balcony when I could just use the door.
Maybe it’s how crazy hot Hazel is, and how I’ve been wound like a spring for two days now. Maybe I needed to let off some steam before I saw her so I could take my time.
But maybe it’s the way she laughs sometimes and I don’t know why, but I laugh anyway because she makes me happy. Maybe it’s how she swears like a sailor and doesn’t bat an eye. Maybe it’s how despite all her missteps, the spandex pants and the vodka shots and smoking on the roof, she’s more than capable and poised when it matters.
I could have any girl I want, but I want to win Hazel.
“Then what are you here to do?” she asks.
I kiss her on that spot right below her ear, and she gasps softly.
“I already told you,” I say. “I’m here to take your dress off with my teeth, like I promised I would.”
I kiss her neck, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips.
“And I’m going to take it off you slow and lick every single inch of your body until you’re wound tight enough to snap,” I say.
I nip at her collarbone with my teeth, and she makes a soft noise, her fingers clutching at my side. I can’t help but chuckle again.
“So you’re going to torture me?” she asks, her voice vibrating against my mouth.
“Only for a little while,” I say, and put my face to hers, our foreheads touching. “Then I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
I kiss her and she opens her mouth under mine, like she’s desperate to have me inside her somehow. Even though my dick is already hard enough to cut glass I go slow, sliding my tongue along her bottom lip and into her mouth before I pull back, both of us breathing hard.
Hazel gives me long, burning look. Then she takes my hand in hers and leads me from the balcony through her living quarters and to the bedroom, her long dress swishing along the floor, her ass swaying from side to side in her dress.
She doesn’t usually walk like that, not even in heels. My mouth goes dry.
The second we’re in the bedroom I shut the door and pull her against me. She’s still facing away, her back against my front.
I run my hands up her torso slowly, reveling in every inch, over the bottom curve of her breasts until I reach the hard peaks of her nipples. I brush my fingers over them lightly, one by one, and Hazel gasps.
I do it again.
She reaches one hand up and puts it around the back of my neck, then arches against me. Her breasts press forward into my hands, and her ass is against my erection.
“Not bending you over and fucking you right now might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” I murmur.
As I say it, I pinch both her nipples between my fingers and she sighs.
“There’s nothing stopping you,” she says, her voice low. “For the rest of the night, every time I looked that that dessert table I got a little wetter. Now I’m always going to associate petit-fours with wanting you to fuck me.”
Dear god, I like hearing her say she wants to fuck me.
“I already told you what I’m going to do,” I say.
“You told me you’d take my dress off,” she says.
“Impatient,” I say.
“Torturer,” she says.
Her dress has an eye hook at her neck and then a zipper at her lower back, so I unhook the first with my hands and then hold it there as I get on my knees, take the zipper pull between my teeth, and slide it down, pressing my other thumb into the dimple in her back.
I plant kisses all the way up Hazel’s spine, and she arches it slowly as I work my way back to standing and finally let her dress fall to the floor. Now all she’s wearing is a thong, and she leans her head against my shoulder, then slides the flat of her hand against my aching erection.
I growl, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside my chest, and Hazel laughs softly. She does it again, her palm traveling from root to tip and this time her whole body moves in one slow, sensuous roll, my hands digging into the points of her hips.
I’m starting to wonder if I over-promised, because I don’t know how long I can last, my cock practically ready to explode. She does it again, her head against my shoulder, her eyes closed, and she bites her lip.
I lean over and kiss her while I slide one hand between her legs. She moans into my mouth, and her panties are so soaked that her thighs are damp. Her body jolts when I run my fingers over the fabric between her legs.
“Is this because of the dessert table?” I ask.
“You make it sound like tiramisu turns me on,” she says, sliding her hand down my cock again, her voice low. “It’s from looking at the dessert table and thinking about you fucking me.”
I rub her lightly through the soaked fabric, and a noise comes out of her throat. I rub harder, then slide my fingers underneath the side of the fabric and touch her skin-to-skin, pushing my fingers back and forth slowly over clit.
Now she’s stopped rubbing my cock through my pants and she’s just leaning back against my chest, breathing hard, like she’s surrendering. I rub her again and she makes a soft moan, her head turned to one side, and I withdraw my hand.
Before Hazel can move I spin her around and kiss her hard, then walk her backwards toward her bed, my mouth still on hers. I toss my jacket behind me without looking and she tugs at my shirt so I take that off too.
I push her further onto the bed and she squeals, then laughs as I bend over and kiss her fiercely on her stomach, expanding and tightening as she breathes, her hands on my head. As I work my way down, past her bellybutton, I can smell how aroused she is.
It’s intoxicating. Beyond maddening. I nearly lose control and bury my face in her, because what I want to do is lick her until she comes again and again. I want to hear her scream as I suck on her clit and I want to put my tongue in her pussy as she clenches around me, because Hazel losing control is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’d watch it all day if I could.
I take the band on her thong between my teeth and pull it off her to the sound of her soft laughter, then push her thighs apart with my hands and kiss the inside of one knee, then the other.
Hazel moans softly and I work my way up, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I try to slow down and tease her, but I don’t know that it’s working. I don’t even know who I’m torturing any more, me or her, as I finally reach the juncture of her thighs and lick her slowly, the tip of my tongue just barely touching her lips before I roll it over her clit.
A tremor runs through her whole body when I do it, and I hear her breathing hitch.
“Fuck, Kostya,” she whispers.
I do it again and again until she groans, and then I force myself to pull back. I trace a circle around her clit with my tongue as she sucks in a breath. After a moment I repeat the cycle, lick-circle-lick-circle, and then I repeat it again and again.
Each time she gets louder, her breathing rougher, I can feel her body tensing. Finally she grabs my head with one hand and when I stop licking her, her fist closes around my hair.
“Fuck!” she shouts, and I can’t help but laugh, kissing the soft inside of one thigh as I watch her chest heave.
“I told you what I w
as going to do,” I say. “Zloyushka, I could tease you all day and never get tired of watching you come undone.”
I’m still wearing pants, and I’m so hard I think my dick might just fall off, but I can’t help myself. Watching Hazel like this does something to me I can’t explain, lights some fire so far buried inside me that I didn’t know it existed.
I lick her again and this time she just says, “Oh...” so softly I can barely hear it, but she lifts her hips toward me like she’s pleading with me. This time I take her right to the brink before I stop. Her toes are curled and she’s crushing her pillow in one fist, the other still in my hair.
I get my pants and boxers off in half a second and toss the condom from my pocket onto a pillow. She’s flushed, her hair wild, and her eyes are half-closed.
“You’re a sadist,” she whispers as I crawl over her.
“I warned you,” I murmur, guiding her hand to my cock. I groan as she wraps her hand around it, and then she strokes me as I kiss her deeply, kneeling between her thighs. I can’t keep myself from thrusting into her hand, and she wraps her legs around my hips.
I want to be inside her so bad I can barely breathe, but somehow, I resist.
I break the kiss and reach between her legs again, sliding two fingers into her wet, swollen pussy. I just barely bend them and her eyelids flutter the way they did in the stairwell, so I do it again. This time she grabs the back of my neck and pushes back against my hand, looking at me through half-closed eyes.
My cock throbs, but I force myself to ignore it. I move my fingers again and again, and Hazel’s hand drifts from my neck to my shoulder as her hips move faster and harder against my hand. She puts one leg over my shoulder and pushes back hard, like she wants me deeper.
I add a third finger and she groans, eyes closed and her head to one side. Now I’m barely moving my hand at all, because she’s doing all the work, moving her hips and fucking herself with my fingers, biting her lip, sighing and moaning.
It’s incredible to watch, so hot I’m a little afraid I’ll come without even getting to fuck her, but I can’t stop, like I’m hypnotized by how sexy she is as she moves more and more insistently. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be here, to be the one watching her fuck my fingers, and flexing her hips hard against my hand half-buried in her tight, warm pussy.
She moves like she needs this, like she’s barely in control of herself any more.
I bend over to kiss her and she opens her eyes in surprise, going motionless.
“Jesus, don’t stop,” I whisper. “I could watch you fuck my hand all day.”
She swallows, then moves her hips again slowly until my fingers are in her to the third knuckle and I flex them, just barely. Hazel bites her lip and arches like she needs more, giving me a look that’s so raw and needy it takes my breath away.
“Stop torturing me, Kostya,” she whispers.
I finally grab the condom from the pillow, tear the wrapper off with my teeth and unroll it one-handed onto my desperately-hard cock. Hazel watches me, hips working against my hand until the condom is on, and then she reaches down and takes the hand that’s in her by the wrist.
She keeps my fingers in her as she rolls over onto her hands and knees. I move my fingers inside her one more time, harder than before, and she rocks back into me for a long moment before I pull my fingers out and slide them over to take her by the hip.
I push Hazel forward until she’s on her knees, both hands around the post of the four-poster bed, hips back, and I’m right behind her. She reaches back and grabs the back of my head so I lean forward and kiss the corner of her mouth, the only part I can reach, and Hazel half-laughs and then bites my lip.
“Fuck me, Kostya,” she says
I growl at her and the the tip of my cock is at her entrance. She’s so wet and slick that I just slide along her lips, like it’s my first time or something.
I bite her earlobe and she reaches down, grabs my cock, and pushes the tip inside her.
I exhale and grab the bedpost myself, because I want to bury myself inside her right then. But I’m still afraid of hurting her, so I stroke her hip and pull back a fraction of an inch so I can slide in further, little by little.
But then Hazel pushes herself back and before I know it, I’m balls-deep inside her and I hear myself grunt into her hair, a primal, animal noise I didn’t even know I could make.
“Oh, fuck,” Hazel gasps. I open my eyes to see that her knuckles are white on the bedpost. Her pussy flexes around me so hard I can barely think straight.
“You okay?” I whisper into her hair, desperately trying to keep it together, just hoping I’m speaking English and praying I’m not hurting her.
“I’m fine,” she whispers, and clenches around me so hard I have to take a deep breath. “Fuck, I’m fine. Jesus, Kostya.”
She moves her hips forward an inch and then pushes back again.
“Oh, my god, I’m fine,” she breathes. She moves again, rocking her hips forward and then pushing back and each time she does she lets out a breathless little moan.
I lean my forehead against the back of her head and just watch my cock disappear into her, my thumb in the dimple on her back as I let her fuck me, trying as hard I as I can to stay in control.
It’s hard. It’s almost impossible, and it’s almost all I can do to close my eyes and press my face into her hair.
Suddenly she slides back and then stops, wrapping her arm backward around me. It’s a little awkward but I lean into her.
“This?” I growl, pushing against her.
Hazel just moans and moves her hips so I just barely move inside her.
“Fuck yes that,” she says, and then her hand is on the side of my face and she’s twisting toward me.
“Kiss me while you’re inside me,” she whispers.
I lean forward and she leans backward, and the angle’s not quite right but we kiss anyway as we move against each other. I can tell I’m nearly at the end of my rope, nearly out of whatever self-control I had left, and when I pull away from her I kiss her shoulder and pinch one nipple.
“I don’t have much longer,” I murmur into her ear, rocking against her. “I can only be inside you for so long before I explode, zloyushka.”
She moves her hips again, harder, and we both groan at the same time. Hazel leans her head forward until it’s resting on the bed post. We move together, and we start out slow and deliberate but it builds and builds until I’m driving hard into her with every stroke, pulling her hips back against me as if I can somehow get deeper.
“Oh that’s good,” she whispers, and I do it again and again until suddenly she pushes back and grabs my shoulder. I’m sunk completely inside her as her hips flex, her pussy muscles fluttering and squeezing.
“Kostya, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” she gasps.
I move my hand to her clit and rub.
“Good. I love feeling you come,” I whisper.
She explodes, moaning, her pussy clamping down as she rocks back and forth and in seconds I’m coming too, growling in her ear as I come harder and longer than I ever have in my entire life as she keeps moving.
At last we both slow, and then finally stop. I’ve got an arm locked around her waist now and I don’t remember doing that, but I hold her close and her chest expands and falls against my arm.
All of a sudden, in that afterglow, I feel wildly, almost insanely protective of her, like she’s mine and I’d fight a tiger bare-handed if it came into the room right now. I don’t know what to do so I kiss her on the top of her head and hold her tight. After a moment she lets go of the bedpost and slides her hand over mine, lacing our fingers together.
I squeeze, she squeezes back, and maybe for the first time in my life everything feels quiet and still and right.
27
Hazel
Kostya kisses me on the top of my head, and then clumsily on my ear. I squeeze his hand, let him go, and we finally untangle ourselves from each other. H
e grabs tissues from the bedside table, wraps the condom in them and tosses the whole gross bundle back onto the table, but I couldn’t care less.
I sit up against the headboard, the pillows behind my back, and he lets me pull him in until he’s leaning against me, his head on my chest, my right arm slung over him. I run my hand through his hair and he makes a barely-audible grunt, somewhere low in his chest.
“You purring?” I murmur.
“I’m contented,” he says. “Like a house cat in a sunbeam. Meow.”
I laugh and he smiles, then plants a kiss on the inside of my elbow.
The bedroom is mostly dark, but the curtains are translucent enough to let some moonlight through. We sit there, like that, for a long time. I stroke Kostya’s hair, my other arm across his chest, and he strokes my arm with his fingertips, back and forth.
I’ve never seen him like this before, perfectly relaxed and totally unguarded, sprawled across the bed like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I get the feeling that not many people have seen Kostya like this. Maybe none.
“I’m getting better at that,” he says, his voice low and slow and sleepy.
“At what?” I say, still twisting my fingers in his hair.
“At making you laugh,” he says. “That time I even meant to do it.”
I laugh again, leaning against the headboard.
“Thanks,” I say.
“This is why we’re not a secret,” he says. “My mother told me tonight that I light up like a lantern when I’m around you.”
“I thought it was because I act like a shy teenager when we’re together,” I murmur.
He looks at me, eyebrows raised.
“Shy?” he asks.
“I mean in public,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “Don’t be shy around me.”
“We’re naked right now because you just fucked my brains out,” I say. “If that’s shy, I’d almost hate to see not shy.”
I’m sliding downward slowly, the pillows shifting under me, so now I’m at a forty-five degree angle and Kostya’s head is on my stomach. He turns his head and kisses it, and I think both of us are slowly falling asleep, tangled together in a mass of limbs and bed sheets and pillows.
