Nikolai (Dangerous Love Series Book 1)

by Kristin Alexander

  I was the one who was grateful.

  “What do you need?” I was not a natural at comforting anybody, especially not someone who was becoming as important to me as Hannah.

  Hannah smiled at me indulgently, as if she wasn’t surprised that this was foreign territory to me. “Just being here, holding me, making me feel safe. That’s what I need.”

  I leaned down and kissed her face, her cheeks, her eyelids, her soft lips. I was searching my mind for ways to convey my sorrow about her experience, make her feel protected. I felt a ball of discomfort in my chest when considering how attached I had become to her. It was definitely unchartered territory, and nothing I had the space in my life to look at with any real depth. I just knew I needed to be here with her, touch her, make sure she was not only safe, but wasn’t scarred too badly by what she’d seen.

  “So, other than the kidnapping, how was your chat with Katya?” I deadpanned.

  Katya gave a surprised laugh and hugged me, the tension from our earlier conversation dispelled. “I think they call that burying the lead,” she deadpanned.

  I sat down on her bed and pulled her to stand between my spread thighs. “Obviously, I’m well aware of the lead story, so I figured you’d want to talk about other aspects of your visit with Katya.” I rubbed my hands up and down the soft skin on the back of her thighs. Hannah had thoughtfully put on the bare minimum of clothing after her shower, wearing sleep shorts and a tank top that was doing incredible things to her tits. Her nipples hardened as I stroked my hands further and further up the back of her thighs.

  Hannah cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah, we talked about what happened at the party last Friday.” Her eyes started to lose focus and her body started to sway toward mine as I slid my hands up over her hips, under her tank top to grip her waist, rubbing my thumb against her hip bones. Fuck, she was so sexy. It was making me crazy.

  Hannah’s eyes regained their focus slightly, as she remembered a detail of her day. “Oh, I also talked to Katya after I got home tonight to make sure she was okay. I wasn’t sure if she was alone or not. I hope not,” Hannah said as she frowned and bit her lower lip, looking concerned that Katya had spent the night alone after her near abduction. I’d bet all the money in my dad’s off-shore accounts Katya had at least one visitor tonight. “Anyway, I talked to her about my sister. Did you know they go to the same school?” Hannah shot me an adorably disbelieving look, as if I would be as pleasantly surprised by this incredible coincidence as she clearly was. It made me bite back a smile. I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her, but she was so fucking cute.

  “No, I didn’t,” I murmured, still running my hands around the smooth skin of Hannah’s waist, lower back and hips. She was less aware of my touch now that she had launched into her story.

  Hannah put her hands on my shoulders, her voice rising slightly as she relayed her conversation with Katya. “Me either! My sister told me that Katya went to her school, and was kind of intimidated by Katya because she’s considered sort of popular, and she’s older than Emmy, so Emmy would never walk up to a senior, and definitely not Katya, and just start talking to her, even if I told her I know Katya, so I talked to Katya about Emmy, and now maybe they can both have a friend at school.” Hannah’s hands were gesturing all over the place in this hilariously animated way, and even though I didn’t really give a shit about her story, it was enjoyable watching her tell it. “That was one of the things Katya and I talked about; her lack of friendships. It seems as though ties to a murderous mob family negatively impacts social success. Who knew?” Hannah ended with fake ignorance that made me chuckle.

  Hannah frowned. “However, I noticed it hasn’t seemed to impact your friendships. Your popularity was never affected by rumors about your family. Why do you think that is?” Hannah wore a cute, perplexed look on her face as she pondered this seeming inconsistency.

  “Well, I don’t really have friends. Not really, except Jack, and he’s got his own shit going on. It’s not like people walk up and confide all their shit to me. Do I appear friendly?” Hannah laughed at that and I reached up and put my finger over her mouth to quiet her. She kissed my finger in a way that had my dick hammering against my jeans.

  “Well, you are acting pretty friendly right now...” Hannah flirted, watching her hand as it traced along my shoulder instead of looking into my eyes, a flush creeping up her cheeks. I couldn’t believe how much I find her shyness a turn on. I gripped my hands around her waist and pulled her, so she was straddling me, her soft tits pressed against my chest. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her pajama shorts, so I clenched her hips in my fists and pulled her against my straining erection with more force.

  Hannah gasped and squeaked at the feel of my hard dick rubbing her where I know she was starting to ache. I reached my hand into the black silk of her hair pulled her mouth to mine, my tongue dominating her mouth the way my body wanted to dominate hers. Hannah started making these moaning sounds and started grinding her hot little pussy against my denim-covered dick.

  I put my arm around Hannah’s waist and twisted her beneath me, putting myself between her spread legs. I pushed her shirt up to reveal her full breasts and hardened nipples. Her hands reflexively went to pull her shirt back down.

  “Don’t,” I rasped.

  Hannah stopped immediately. I softened my voice. “I could look at you for hours, Hannah, kiss and lick this hot body for days.” I leaned in, still keeping eye contact with her, and ran the tip of my tongue against her hardened nipple, careful not to touch the crest of it, then blew on the area gently. I saw goose bumps rise on the skin of chest as her nipple stiffened further, seeking contact with my hot mouth. I repeated myself with her other nipple, and by the time I was put my mouth over her straining nipples Hannah’s head was moving back and forth on her pillow and her hips were grinding against mine, seeking relief.

  While pulling and pinching her nipples, I moved my mouth by her ear. “I want you to keep pulling these nipples while I eat your pussy. If you stop, I’ll stop. Understand?” Hannah didn’t respond, so I stopped touching her, which quickly got her attention.

  “Yes, yes,” she gasped in frustration. I smiled against her cheek, pausing to bite and suck her neck, unable to resist marking her again. My hand slowly eased into her pajama bottoms, and I felt a surge of power move through me as she quickly spread her legs and thrust her hips up to meet my questing fingers. I slid my first two fingers to either side of clit, pinching slightly as I continued to bite and suck her neck. Hannah cried out and clutched my shoulders, moving her hips in a rhythm with my hand. If I wasn’t careful, she’d come before I even put my mouth on her. I pulled my hand away, and she moaned with aggravation and frustrated passion.

  I pulled her shorts down, parted her thighs, and spread the lips of pussy, unable to resist staring at territory that only I had ever touched, seen, or tasted. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come in my pants like a fucking fifteen-year-old. I reached down and ran the flat of my tongue over her clit in a way that had a gasp bursting out of her mouth. I reached up and put my hand over her mouth. “You better start playing with those tits, Hannah, or you won’t get any more,” I said sternly because I knew it turned her on. For a couple of seconds, I watched her as she pulled and twisted her nipples and felt like my plan had completely backfired. Now I was the one getting desperate to fuck. “So sexy, Hannah. You have no fucking idea.”

  Hannah’s breathing increased as she squeezed the hard tips of her breasts. I rewarded her by using the tip of my tongue to flick her clit lightly, then using my lips suck hard. As I felt the vibrations of her stifled screams against my palm, I was thankful that I’d kept my hand over her mouth. I slid two fingers into her wet opening, continuing to alternate pressure on her clit with my mouth, from gentle flicks to intense suction. By the time I took my mouth off of her, she was nearly crying.

  “Hannah, what did you have in mind for tonight? Do you want me to get you off with my mouth and
hand?” I asked as I removed my palm from her lips. I asked very specifically because I wanted her to know it was okay if that’s all she wanted. We didn’t have to have sex, although, with every fiber of my being, I wanted nothing more than to hold her down and fuck her hard.

  Hannah panted as she thought. She licked lips that were most likely dry from the pressure of my palm over her mouth. She reached her hand up to my cheek and met my eyes with a steady gaze. “I want to have sex.” My head jerked back slightly in shock. My dick jumped in my pants, but I needed to make sure this is what she really wanted.

  I frowned. “Are you sure, Hannah?” I rubbed her upper thighs reassuringly.

  Hannah nodded. “Yes.” She leaned up and took my face in her hands, careful to avoid the bruises from my fight, and kissed me deeply, as if to reassure me that she was certain of her choice.

  Thank fuck.

  “Okay,” I responded, kissing her back, then stood to remove my pants. I reached in the pocket of my jeans for my wallet and grabbed a condom.

  Hannah was watching me. “You don’t need that, if you don’t want.” Was she fucking serious? Does she mean do I want to fuck her bareback and come inside her? Fuck yes.

  I frowned. “Are you on the pill?”

  She nodded. “Are you…. clean?” I was relieved to be able to answer yes to that. I had had a physical at the beginning of the school year and hadn’t fucked anyone since then. I wasn’t quite as indiscriminate at Jack.

  “Yeah,” I finally responded when my vocal chords started to function again.

  Hannah smiled in relief and reached her arms out to me. I threw my jeans to the floor and climbed in bed with her.

  Chapter 37

  Hannah

  I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. With Nikolai Ivanov. But it was all too real as I felt him move his body on top of mine, kissing me slowly at first, but then with increasing intensity and passion. His hand moved down to my hardened nipples, squeezing my breasts with a rough touch that ended with him pulling, rolling and pinching the swollen nubs. He moved his mouth down to suck deeply at each stiffened crest as I felt my hips lift up to searching for something to rub against.

  Nikolai slowly lowered his pelvis to mine, allowing his thick erection to rest against my open, wet flesh. I was unable to stop myself from gliding my hips up and down, grinding against it, seeking relief. Nikolai reached his hand down to still my hip.

  “Jesus Christ, Hannah, you have to stop that,” Nikolai breathed out, resting his forehead against mine.

  I frowned. “I need…I need….”

  Nikolai grinned. “I know what you need, Hannah.”

  “Then, give it to me,” I demanded, although it felt like it came out more like a whimpered plea.

  Nikolai stared at me inscrutably, his wintry eyes boring into mine. He reached his hand up to rub his thumb against my lower lip. Moving his thumb down to cradle my face, he kissed me softly, almost reverently. Then the intensity returned, as he deepened his kiss and moved his hand into my hair and tightened it into a fist. His other hand moved down my body, tweaking my nipple, gripping my hip bone, sliding under my ass before moving between my legs.

  His first and second fingers slid to either side of my clit and applied light pressure, rubbing around in tight circles. I gasped in pleasure, feeling myself shoot the edge of orgasm. Nikolai then slid those same fingers down to the aching entrance of my body.

  “Fuck, you are so wet, Hannah,” Nikolai growled.

  Nikolai thrust his two fingers deeply inside me while keeping friction against my clit with his roughened palm. I moaned as quietly as I could, but the pleasure was overwhelming. I felt myself creeping closer and closer to orgasm, moving my hips spasmodically against his hand. Just as I was about to go over, he pulled his hand away.

  “No, no,” I groaned, shooting him a look of desperation. He was on his knees between my thighs lightly stroking his angry-looking cock, his eyes roving all over me.

  “Jesus, Hannah, you should see yourself,” Nikolai gritted out.

  A rush of pleasure and pride filled my chest that he found me so appealing. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied awkwardly. My dirty talk could use a lot of work, wincing internally at my clumsy attempt to respond.

  Nikolai only smiled, as though my inartful response was endearing rather than cringe-inducing. He reached over and kissed me deeply again, spreading my thighs wider with his own. Then I felt the blunt end of his cock pushing gently, but insistently against the soaked entrance to my body.

  After sliding what felt like ten inches inside, Nikolai looked down at me in concern. “Are you okay?”

  It hurt, but not terribly. “Yeah. Is it all the way in?” I asked.

  Nikolai’s eyebrows raised, and he looked at me in chagrin. “No, only about two inches.”

  I gasped. “Really?”

  Then I started to worry. Maybe I’m not meant to have sex. Maybe I had some heretofore undiagnosed condition.

  As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, Nikolai kissed me and moved his hand back down my body, his two fingers once again rubbing against my clit in way that I was helpless not to respond to. I felt my hips once again thrust upward, but this time, it moved more of Nikolai inside me. Nikolai groaned into my neck in pleasure, his breathing becoming uneven. Knowing I was having this effect on him, making him feel so good, was powerful and erotic. I moved my hands down his back and cupped his tight buttocks, pulling him the rest of the way inside me. I winced briefly with the feeling of him completely taking my virginity combined with the sensation of being over-filled.

  “Fuck, Hannah, what are you doing?” Nikolai grunted, grabbing my wrists and holding my arms over my head in an attempt to regain control of the situation. Panting above me, Nikolai glanced down to where our bodies where joined and let out a low moan.

  “Your pussy looks so hot taking my cock. Fuck.” Nikolai murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. I gasped at how graphic he was being, finding it to be an unbearable turn on, rather than offensive.

  Nikolai transferred both of my wrists to one large hand as the other moved down and started playing with my clit again, as his hips started to slowly move back and forth. Instead of feeling painful, his thrusts started to feel good -- actually better than good. Amazing. I tried to move my arms, but quickly realized that Nikolai still had them pinned over my head.

  With my arms restrained and my pelvis held down by hips pumping hips and thrusting cock, I felt completely immobilized. I don’t know why, but the feeling of being so helpless under him had my arousal skyrocketing. This had me moaning steadily as I started moving my hips wildly against his fingers and cock. My response did not go unnoticed by Nikolai.

  “Fuck, Hannah, you have to come,” Nikolai gasped out as he started thrusting harder and deeper inside of me. The first stirrings of my orgasm had my pussy clutching at his thrusting cock. Nikolai, recognizing what was happening, moved his hand from between my legs back to take a hold of my other wrist against.

  After securing my wrist, he started absolutely pounding me, thrusting heavily and rapidly between legs, his pelvic bone hitting my clit in a way that hurled me almost instantly into the hardest and longest orgasm of my life. His continual thrusting seemed to prolong it. Suddenly, his hand was over my mouth and he pressed his face into my neck, groaning loudly as his hips jerked against me. I felt the heat and wetness of him coming inside me, the sensation pushing my arousal the higher.

  Nikolai was lying his dead weight on my body, breathing raggedly and lightly kissing my neck. I liked the feel of him pressing me down, but eventually, my lung capacity was starting to become greatly impaired.

  “Nikolai, I can’t breathe,” I gasped out.

  Nikolai withdrew from me slowly, as I winced in mild discomfort. He immediately rolled to my left, propping himself up his side with his hand under his head, his other hands gently stroking my face.

  He frowned in concern. “How do you feel, Hannah? Are you
okay?”

  I smiled bashfully. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I responded, struggling to make eye contact.

  Nikolai gave me a lopsided smile. “Don’t be embarrassed. Everything you did was so fucking hot, Hannah, you have no idea,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss my ear and my cheek.

  I covered my face with my hands. “You are not helping the embarrassment at all with comments like that.”

  Nikolai laughed. “I’m sorry. Hannah, you are dead bore in the sack,” he said in a serious voice.

  I took my hands away quickly and gaped at him. “Oh, god, that was way worse. Go back to the embarrassing shit.”

  Nikolai laughed again and rolled partially on top of me, his elbows on either side of my shoulders, while his hands pushed my hair out of my face. “You are the total opposite of a dead bore, Hannah.” His hand then reached down between my legs where I could feel a lot of wetness. “I love that I’m the only one who has ever had you. Knowing my come is inside of you.” As he said this, he dipped his fingers in his own semen and used it to rub my clit gently. I felt myself spreading my legs in anticipation of the pleasure, then gasped in shock at my own behavior.

  “Oh my god,” I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. “What have you done to me?” I asked in a scandalized whisper.

  Nikolai looked surprised, then chuckled softly. “I fucked you,” he responded bluntly.

  I smacked his shoulder and he leaned in for another kiss. “Trust me, I could do it again right now,” he murmured hotly, pressing his hardening erection against my left hip.

  I wanted to be shocked at this, but I couldn’t help the stirrings of my own libido at his words. Unfortunately, my practical side decided to rear its annoying head.

  “We shouldn’t. We might get caught,” I said, shooting a meaningful look at the door to my room. “To be honest, I can’t believe no one heard us.”