How had I never noticed her?
Hannah obviously was not up to speed on female grooming rituals because, although her pubic hair looked tidy, it was still definitely present, which was rare these days. I didn’t give one fuck. She was a fucking goddess. Hannah started to move her hands in an effort to cover herself, obviously unsettled by my intense scrutiny.
“No,” I gritted out. “Do not cover yourself.”
Hannah blushed, but stopped.
“You are fucking beautiful, Hannah. How could I have missed this beauty?” I was genuinely puzzled.
Hannah chuckled, as though the notion of being attracted to her before was ludicrous. If I didn’t have a raging hard-on and her naked body in front of me, I would have discussed it with her further.
I moved down to plant myself between her slightly opened legs, opening them farther. I could tell the position made her uncomfortable, and she started to close her legs in embarrassment, so I slapped her gently in the thigh. She was so shocked, that I easily pushed her thighs opened, and lowered my mouth to her wet pussy.
I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked strongly, feeling any residual tension in her fall away under the manipulation of my tongue. I found myself quickly addicted to her taste, sliding my tongue down to the wet, hot opening of her body.
I used my finger tip to rub her clit while I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy, then slid my mouth back up to her clit, and thrust two fingers in her tight sheath, curling my finger up to hit her g-spot. Hannah let out a short scream and her thighs slammed against either side of my head, trapping me against her. I was so turned on by her response, I found myself grinding my dick against the bed in order to relieve the pressure.
“Oh my god, Nikolai, what are you doing?” Hannah asked, as I continued to thrust my fingers inside her while she orgasmed, her hips moving frantically in tandem with my fingers. I let out a smug smile at the wonder and pleasure in her voice.
I slid my fingers out of her and reached up to lay a chaste kiss on her slack mouth. Hannah opened one sated, sapphire eye and patted me lightly on the arm, as though giving me congratulations for a job well done. I laughed lightly and fell to her side, rubbing my fingers lightly from her neck to her belly button.
“I think you just killed me,” Hannah murmured breathlessly. I snorted again, completely infatuated with her innocence. She rolled over and faced me, reaching up to stroke up and down my chest. After a few moments, she moved one hand around the back of my neck to pull my mouth to hers, as her other hand moved to the front of my jeans, unfastening them and reaching inside to grab my rock-hard cock. At first, she just gripped it, as if uncertain how it functioned exactly. I smiled against her mouth.
“Here, let me take these off,” I said as I quickly stripped myself of my pants and rolled onto my back.
Hannah looked me up and down, making my whole body stiffen in anticipation of her touch. She slowly reached her hand out again to grab my cock, lightly trailing her fingers up and down, touching it like it was fragile and delicate. I was having a difficult time controlling my instinct to thrust against her hand and gain more intense contact.
Hannah looked at me questioningly. “What do you want me to do?”
I raised my eyebrows at her, and she laughed bashfully. “You know what I mean. What do you like?”
I took her hand and curled it around my cock, using a significantly more strength to grip it than she had. Hannah looked at it in wonder, watching a bead of liquid form at the tip, she reached down and swiped her finger over it, rubbing it between her fingers as if experimenting with the texture, then putting her finger in her mouth. My head fell back on the bed as I groaned at her innocent investigation.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Well? What do you think?”
“What, the taste?”
I laughed. “Yes, the taste.”
Hannah grinned coyly. “It’s not bad. Maybe I should try it again?” she asked flirtatiously. Although she ended her last sentence as a question, she bent over and holding the base of my cock with one hand sunk her hot mouth over the head. It took all of my effort not to thrust down her throat. I found myself fisting my blankets in order to stop myself from grabbing the back of her head.
One hand eventually moved to her head as she slowly moved her mouth up and down my erection, periodically taking her mouth completely away to lick the tiny slit at the top. My fist gripped the hair at the nape of her neck, needing contact with her as she ravaged me with her mouth. How is it possible she had never done this before? I knew she hadn’t, but it was as though everything she was doing was carefully calculated to make me fucking crazy with lust.
Watching her red mouth worship my cock put me on the edge much faster than I expected. I wanted to watch her do this for hours, days. I felt my abdominal muscles tense and fire lick up my spine as my orgasm approached.
“Hannah, I’m going to come. Move your mouth, unless….” I didn’t finish the sentence because as I warned her, she put her mouth completely over the head of my dick. Watching her eagerly seek the taste of my come is what did it. Unable to stop myself, I held her hair in a tight grip and trust my dick as far as possible in her mouth. Fortunately, she still had her fist at the base, so it didn’t go far enough to choke her.
I watched her mouth moving up and down my wet, pulsating cock, wringing the last spasms out of me, my head spinning with the power my orgasm. Hannah lifted her mouth up and licked the shrinking head, and the sight of my come on her lips had my cock trying to jerk back to life. Jesus.
Hannah crawled up and laid her head on my chest and I pulled her as close to me as possible, threading my fingers in her hair with one hand and rubbing up and down her back with the other. I felt utterly depleted, but content. I glanced down at Hannah’s face, curious about her reaction to what we’d done.
“You okay?”
Hannah’s eyes opened, and she looked up at me in surprise. “Of course. You can’t possibly think I didn’t like it?”
I laughed. “Well, some girls don’t, so I wanted to make sure you did.”
She gave me a disgruntled look.
I frowned. “What?”
“Feel free not to mention previous girls you’ve been with when I’m still lying naked beside you,” she responded archly, only half-kidding.
I rolled on top of her again, looking at her bashful, yet slightly wounded expression. “Hannah, no other girl exists for me in the way you do. I wasn’t even referring to girls I’ve slept with, but making a comment about girls, in general.” Her expression cleared up and her cheeks flushed. “Believe me, I’m ecstatic you liked it.” I gave her an exaggerated leer and started kissing her neck.
Hannah giggled. “Stop, god—.”
I kissed her mouth and she responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around my neck and moving her hips against me, as if I hadn’t gotten her off fifteen minutes ago. “Fuck, Hannah, when you move like that it’s easy to forget you don’t have much experience.”
Hannah pulled back and laughed. “Much? Try none. Well, until I met you,” she finished impishly.
“Ah, so I corrupted you?”
Hannah took on an expression of mock seriousness. “Absolutely.”
“Are you okay with that?”
Hannah looked me in the eye, her face still flushed with her recent pleasure, her mouth smiling softly. “Absolutely.
Chapter 33
Hannah
I laid there naked with Nikolai, yet again awed at how my life had changed. Sex was, roughly, one million times better than I had ever imagined. I said as much to Nikolai.
Nikolai rolled me over on my back, him still on his side propped up on his elbow. His hand lightly rubbed over my collarbone and what I imagined were new hickeys there. He gave me a smug smile.
“Of course, it is. I’m the one you’re having sex with.” Nikolai asserted with easy self-confidence.
I swatted him in the arm and laughed at his arrogance
. “Of course, you would you say that.”
Nikolai smiled, but then his expression grew serious as he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. “In all honestly, Hannah, making all of this good for you is important to me. I know you’ve never had sex before.” His lips quirked. “I like that you’ve never had sex before.” I quickly opened my mouth to call him out on how hypocritical he was being. I was well aware of his reputation with girls.
“Wait,” Nikolai said as he put his thumb over my mouth. “I know exactly what you’re going to say. I know it sounds shitty to be happy that I get to be the person introducing you to sex, but it’s not for the reasons you think.”
I shot him a doubtful look.
He huffed out a laugh. “Okay, it’s partially for the reasons you think, and partially for other reasons. Yes, I am possessive enough to like that you haven’t had any other men touch you. Yes, it’s totally hypocritical,” he acceded. “But the other reason I’m grateful is because I trust myself to be careful with you. To take care of you.”
“You don’t think any other guy would have done that?” I asked curiously.
“Fuck no. Most guys are thoughtless assholes who only care about getting a piece of ass and getting off.” Nikolai asserted with a severe frown on his face, as if imagining me with another, less conscientious guy. I laughed at his obvious bias. Yes, another guy might have been careful, and thoughtful, and gentle, but another guy would not have been Nikolai.
I reached up and put my fingers over the lines on his forehead, as if ironing the creases with my fingertips. “I’m glad it’s you, too. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”
“That’s the way it’s going to stay, too.” Nikolai said with finality and dropped a kiss on my mouth. He shot a quick look at the clock and sighed. “I better get you home.” I looked at the clock myself and saw it was close to five.
“Yeah, my sister’s going to be shocked I didn’t come home on the bus. I have been pretty consistent about coming home at the same time for the past, oh, three years.” I laughed humorlessly, as I reached for my discarded clothing.
I had just gotten my bra and panties on when Nikolai took my face in his palms. “You know you don’t have to worry about that shit anymore, right?” His brow was furrowed again, as if unhappy that I would still be worrying about Jeff.
I sighed. It was so hard to trust, to believe. “I know…” I responded uncertainly, not meeting his eye.
“Hannah, look at me.” He waited until I met his intense, crystalline gaze. “He won’t ever bother you again. Nobody will. I guarantee it.” His expression never wavered, as if he was waiting for some type of indication that I had faith in what he was saying. I felt my eyes start to fill with tears, feeling the tentative stirrings of trust well up in my chest.
I knew this was why I originally sought Nikolai out, to help keep me safe, to protect me. While I’d hoped he’d help me, I realized in that moment that I never trusted him to keep doing it. As though every time he protected me might be the last, so I needed to prepare myself to be on my own again.
I slowly nodded my head and he pulled me in for a kiss. “Thank you,” I murmured against his chest. I felt a light kiss on the crown of my head.
Nikolai pulled away, “Okay, we need to get going.” We quickly resumed dressing and headed for the bedroom door hand in hand.
As we headed down the stairs to the door, we were brought up short by the sound of a voice.
“Dory vecher, Nikolai.”
We both stopped short and turned to the right. In what looked like a library or office stood what must have been Nikolai’s father. He looked a lot like Nikolai, but with about thirty extra pounds on him. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and instead of crystal blue eyes, his eyes were dark brown, almost black. He was dressed in what looked like an expensive suit, but my ignorance of fashion had already been repeatedly demonstrated, so who knew? Based on the house he lived in, I was going to assume it was expensive.
Nikolai quickly let go of my hand but moved a half step ahead and slightly in front of me. “Dobryy vecher, Otets.” Nikolai responded in what I assumed was Russian. If the presence of his father wasn’t so unsettling, hearing Nikolai speak Russian would have been a huge turn on.
“Kto eta devushka?” He asked, gesturing to me.
“She’s somebody from school. We were working on a project together.” Nikolai responded flatly in English. I felt slightly hurt by his characterization of our relationship, but then remembered that Nikolai did not have a good opinion of his father.
Nikolai’s father smirked, then walked up to us. “Hello, young lady, I am Yuri Ivanov, Nikolai’s father,” Nikolai’s father purred these heavily accented words as he extended his hand to me.
“Uh, nice to meet you.” I had no idea what to do, so I have him my hand. He took it and held it up to his mouth, kissing it softly. The look he was giving me passed courteous introduction and moved quickly to overt leering. I shot a quick glance at Nikolai, and I could see muscle in his jaw clenching.
“What is your name, girl?” Yuri asked, his cold black stare fixed on me, still holding my hand close enough to his face that I felt his breath on my knuckles.
Finally, Nikolai grabbed my hand away from his father. “Enough.” Nikolai didn’t hold my hand himself after he pulled it out of his father’s grasp, so I moved both of my hands behind my back and out of striking distance of Nikolai’s increasing creepy father.
“You don’t like when I hold your schoolmate’s hand, Kolya?” Yuri’s emphasis indicating he was aware we were more than just school friends.
Nikolai rolled his eyes. “I’m going to drop off my schoolmate,” Nikolai responded. “I’ll be back later.” Nikolai turned to me and indicated with his chin to move in the direction of the door, but he didn’t touch me.
The waves of tension emanating off of him were seismic. I scurried to the door, opened it, and practically ran to the car. Nikolai slammed the front door and stalked to the car, opening the car door and slamming that door shut, as well. Quickly, he turned the car on and threw it in gear, speeding out of the driveway and onto the road. Nikolai continued to increase his speed as we drove, taking corners so sharply the tires squealed.
“Jesus, Nikolai, slow down,” I finally yelled. I knew he was upset but murdering us was no way to deal with it. Nikolai took a deep breath and started to slowly decelerate.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Hannah.” Nikolai muttered gruffly.
“It wasn’t so bad,” I asserted brightly, lying through my teeth.
Nikolai shot me a disbelieving look and huffed out a humorless laugh. “It was fucking awful. You looked terrified the entire time. Just how he likes people.” Nikolai shook his head.
“Look, Nikolai, I know what your father does. I mean, it’s the reason I sought you out in the first place. I figured he wasn’t going to be this friendly guy,” I reasoned.
“Let’s…let’s just not talk about him.” Nikolai expression became impassive. It was strange to see him shut down so completely, but it reminded me of his expression he wore when I spoke to him for the first time. Closed off, disengaged. I felt darts of anxiety prickling at my skin as he continued his stoic silence the entire ride to my house.
I cleared my throat, feeling suddenly awkward. “Thanks for the ride.”
Nikolai let out another deep breath and turned to me. “Sorry, Hannah, I’m in a kind of fucked-up head space right now.” He leaned over, curled his hand around my neck and kissed me on the mouth once, hard. He pulled back slightly, then kissed me again slower, softer. “I’ll talk to you later.”
I wanted to ask him what that meant. Did that mean he’d call me tonight? Text me? Was later tomorrow? However, he didn’t look much in the mood to deal with my relationship-related ignorance. “Uh, okay, great.” I smiled but didn’t entirely mean it.
“Bye,” he said gruffly, already pulling his phone from his pocket. Who was he going to call? God, I hated being swamped
by this sudden insecurity.
“Yeah, bye,” I said as I closed the car door. I walked up to my house and he waited until I was inside, but I saw that he was on the phone with someone. Once again, I found myself nearly eaten alive by curiosity and suspicion.
After I closed the door, he drove off. I had experienced the endorphin-fueled highs of being in a relationship today. The fun, the bonding, the physical intimacy, the vulnerability. Now, as I watched his car speed away I realized I was being introduced to the shitty part. The fear, the anxiety, the doubt.
It sucked.
Chapter 34
Nikolai
I felt a little guilty, having read the uncertainty and concern on Hannah’s face as I dropped her off, but I didn’t have the ability to deal with that right now. I needed to talk to Drago and see what was going on.
I hated that my father met Hannah. I hated even more that he figured out so quickly what she meant to me. He’d see other girls at our house before and never given them the time of day, let alone introduced himself to them. I think the first thing that tipped him off was that I had been holding hands with Hannah. I have never done that with another girl.
Then, when he started talking to us, I couldn’t stop myself from moving slightly in front of Hannah, attempting to block her from his view, trying to somehow make her invisible to him. That was revealing error on my part and had clearly intrigued him. I knew he was looking at Hannah as a means to manipulate me. I’d put a stop to the whole interaction when he asked her name, but I knew he could get that information easily enough.
Fuck. I hit the steering wheel, waiting for Drago to answer.
“What?” Drago growled in his deep, accented voice.
“I need a timeline. What’s going on?”
“What the fuck, Nikolai, you know I can’t talk about this shit on the phone,” Drago gritted out. He was right, and I knew it.
“We need to meet,” I demanded.
Drago sighed. “Fuck. Fine, let’s meet at the lakefront.” He named a park not too far from here. “One hour.”
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