Using You 2

by Ariel Arnold

  I was humming my current favorite song, “Spring Day”, as I let the hot water drench me, pouring down over my head and body, when a slight noise made me pause. It was difficult to hear much with the shower running on high and the bathroom door shut. I turned off the nozzle, and immediately, my skin began to prickle as it left the warmth of the hot water and was exposed to the much cooler air. I listened intently and then once again heard the noise. It sounded like someone was knocking on my door. I quickly hopped out of the shower and put on my robe.

  I had a pretty good idea as to who it would be. It was like I was starting to develop some type of Ilya radar.

  “Who is it?” I called out, and of course, his strong and distinct voice was what I was met with.

  “Ilya.”

  Smiling, I opened the door wide, totally forgetting that I was standing there in a robe and absolutely nothing else. Ilya’s eyes went wide before he looked me up and down, then once more again before settling on my face. He smirked slowly.

  “Now this is a sight I could get used to. Please don’t tell me you open the door to just anyone looking like this?”

  I laughed and backed away from the door entrance to allow him space to come in. “No, I don’t actually.”

  “So then, that means I’m special, right?”

  I rolled my eyes as I blushed a bit before I looked at the floor. Avoiding eye contact with him, I pushed the door closed and locked it. Suddenly, I could feel Ilya’s body heat against my back. Using both hands, he grasped me by the shoulders and turned me around to face him. Using his body, he pushed me up against the door that I’d just shut, invading my space. But I really wasn’t complaining. His large palm came to rest against the nape of my neck, cupping the back of my head firmly.

  He looked me in the eyes firmly, as if asking for permission while he leaned in even closer. But it was more than that, like he was asking and telling me at the same time.

  His full lips connected with mine, slowly, sweetly, passionately. I moaned aloud at the pure perfectness of it all. Whenever we touched, whenever we connected, it just felt right, like it was supposed to be. “How was your day?” he asked against my lips. I didn’t have the opportunity to answer him, however, because he then began to nibble on my lips. Getting lost in the decadent feeling, I closed my eyes and moaned.

  “Your day?” he asked, reminding me. He pulled away a little, giving me some distance so that I could actually think.

  “Uhmmm, it’s been fine?” I breathed out in a dreamy voice. My body was still reveling in all the ways Ilya had made it feel. Both of my arms were up, hands grasping Ilya’s biceps as I looked up into his face. “It’s better now that you’re here.”

  “Oh, really?” he said with a grin, pulling my body flush against his again as he walked backwards, forcing me to follow.

  I nodded and giggled as I followed along. I felt a type of lightness and carefreeness that I hadn’t in a long while. It was like Ilya’s whole presence just made life better. He was a type of drug that made me forget all the reasons we weren’t supposed to be together, all the reasons that me and him were wrong and just enjoy the moment.

  Ilya dropped down onto my couch, pulling me down with him. I was on his lap, back pressed against his chest. I could feel his steady and strong heartbeat and it comforted me. I smiled and closed my eyes. I could really get used to this.

  Almost absentmindedly, he began to smooth down the hair on the back of my head, and gently massage the back of my neck. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work or something?”

  He chuckled, “No. I got the day off.”

  I could hear the private joke in his tone as he said this. We both knew that he didn’t have a normal nine to five job with scheduled days off. Ilya didn’t know that I was privy to this information and that I got his witty joke. Everything I had tried to ignore started to slowly creep up again. What in the hell were we doing with each other? To each other? There was no way that this would have a happy ending. I mean just today, I’d broken into his office and searched his things…

  I mentally smacked myself. No, I wasn’t going to think about any of that. I wasn’t going to ruin this moment. It was perfect, and I wanted to hold it close and wrap it around me for as long as possible.

  “So, what, you are going to spend your day off with me?” I asked as I opened my eyes and looked back at him.

  “Exactly. You have a day off, I have a day off, where else would I want to be?”

  I couldn’t help but grin. He was being so sweet. I was weak whenever he acted as if he couldn’t possibly survive without me being in his sight. Words he had spoken before came back to me, sending the butterflies in my stomach into happy flight.

  I just needed to be around you, to feel your warmth.

  I quickly leaned up and pecked him on the lips lightly. “Okay, let’s spend the day together, the whole day,” I proposed.

  He raised his eyebrows at me skeptically. “The whole day? Twenty-four hours?” he asked. When I nodded, he grinned. “That means I’m spending the night then. I’m getting my full twenty-four hours.” He wrapped his arms around me firmly and hugged me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and snuggled closer, loving the feeling of being cradled in his arms.

  “Just this, let’s do this all day,” I sighed.

  ****

  In theory, sitting around all day for hours, snuggled up with a hot guy doing nothing seemed great, but in reality, not so much. Six hours in, I was bored. For the first three hours, I’d fallen asleep and took a cat nap on top of Ilya. I was sure it was uncomfortable for him, but for me, it felt great. For the next few hours, we lounged and watched TV, but now I was officially bored, and hungry.

  I looked over at Ilya, who was immersed in some show about bikers and anarchy that he had found on Netflix. “Ilya,” I called out his name and his eyes didn’t so much as flicker from the TV screen. I used my toe to nudge his abdomen and said his name again.

  “Huh?” he grunted, still looking at the TV screen.

  “I’m bored, and I’m hungry.”

  “Uh…,” he answered, distracted.

  I narrowed my eyes and frowned. He was basically ignoring me. Instead of getting upset, I grinned and decided to tease him. I was still wearing my robe, completely naked underneath.

  “I took my robe off,” I said calmly, waiting for his reaction.

  “Uhmm… Wait, what?” he said, rapidly snapping his head around to face me. I giggled at the look on his face as he scanned my fully robed body. He smirked and shook his head slowly. “Not nice, Nana.”

  “Well, you were ignoring me, and that’s not nice,” I countered. “I was telling you how bored and hungry I am.”

  “Okay, we can’t have that. Let’s get you something to eat.” His large palm came down and rested on my thigh, squeezing it tightly. “Get dressed. Can’t go out like that,” he said with a slight smile. I rolled my eyes and went in search of clothes.

  I emerged from my room wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a sweater that my mom bought me that I actually liked. It was a deep maroon color with a turtle neck and was cropped, exposing most of my belly. Normally, I wasn’t the type to want to expose any skin if it wasn’t necessary, but there was something about this top that I loved, and I wanted to wear it for Ilya.

  Ilya stood next to the door, looking down at his phone, but when I came walking down the hall, he looked up and froze. “That’s what you’re wearing?” he asked before slipping his phone into his pocket.

  I nodded as I stopped right before him. “Yup.”

  He looked kind of uneasy, which I didn’t understand. “What?” I asked.

  “You don’t usually wear such revealing clothes,” he finally said and I laughed out loud.

  “Really? It’s just a patch of stomach. It isn’t that revealing,” I said, still laughing. Ilya smiled and stepped forward.

  “Yeah, but I don’t think I want anyone else seeing that patch of skin,” he replied easily as he u
sed one of his long fingers to trace the skin right above the waistband of my jeans. I gasped, feeling his calloused and rough fingertips making contact with my skin. My whole body, starting with that point of contact, began to heat up. One of his big hands wrapped around my waist while he used the other to pull my sweater even higher up my torso, teasing every inch of skin he exposed in the process.

  “Oh God,” I said desperately. Too many emotions and sensations were warring inside of me. It was all so overwhelming.

  One moment, Ilya was inching my sweater up, and in the next second, it was up and over my head, landing in a heap on the floor. I stood there only in my bra and jeans as Ilya suddenly dropped to his knees. I was tempted to back away, the sight of Ilya on his knees before me too much, but he had a firm grip on my waist.

  He pressed his face closer, almost making contact with my stomach, but not quite. Slowly, he blew out a cool breath, igniting goosebumps on my skin. Instinctively, I reached out and clutched his head, pulling him closer. My fingers slid through his silky hair just as he pressed a light kiss right above my belly button. As Ilya pressed kisses all around my belly, he was mumbling words in Russian that I, of course, couldn’t understand, but all the same still sounded extremely seductive.

  I moaned at the sound of his liquid voice and the feel of him against my skin. “Now, I’m hungry too,” he growled out as he swiftly stood and had me in his arms. I squealed a little at suddenly going from standing on my own two feet to being swept up into Ilya’s arms, bridal style. He carried me over to the couch and put me down gently. Once again, he kneeled before me, but this time, he began unlacing the ties of my shoe laces. I watched him, bewildered, not able to say anything as he slid both shoes off my feet and then slowly ran his hands up my legs, my thighs, stopping at the button to my jeans. I held my breath at the feel of him so close to my core, even with the layer of my jeans in between us.

  His elbows were rested on my widespread legs as his hands held the button of my jeans, prepared to pop it open at any second.

  “I don’t know about this, Ilya,” I said hesitantly.

  “Don’t worry, it’ll be good for you,” he replied easily as he unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. I tried to watch his actions, but my eyes closed involuntarily as my heart pounded a mile a minute. I could feel him tugging on my jeans, so I lifted my bottom up off the couch to help him get them down past my waist. I opened my eyes in time to see him pulling them down my legs and discarding them on the floor in front of the couch. I felt extremely vulnerable sitting there in only my bra and panties, legs spread wide, while Ilya fully clothed sat in between them.

  His eyes were focused on the juncture of my things and I had the intense urge to close my legs. On instinct, my legs tried to close, but Ilya’s body wouldn’t allow for them to move more than an inch. He rubbed my inner thighs softly and I moaned. His eyes lit up and he grinned. “God, you’re perfect,” he mumbled as he began to place kisses on my left thigh. The higher he got, he would stop and lightly bite me and then lick the sting away. I gasped as he gripped my panties and pulled them off.

  Was this really happening? Was I really about to have sex for the first time? On my couch? With Ilya Volstolv, a Russian gang member?

  As I sat there naked from the waist down, practically hyperventilating, I closed my eyes as I clutched the couch cushions in both fists.

  “Open your eyes, Nana,” Ilya said softly, but with a firm edge to his tone. Immediately, my eyes flew open, obeying him. I locked on him and he was smiling as he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. “Relax, baby,” he murmured.

  Ilya reached behind me and unhooked my bra, tossing it behind the couch.

  He kissed my neck gently, then worked his way down, gently kissing my earlobe, then my chest, then my nipple. When I sighed, he flicked his tongue out, taking it into his mouth. My breath quickened and he let it fall out of his mouth, blowing on it softly.

  Ilya ran one hand down my body, slipping it between my legs. I blushed and closed my eyes, not fully comfortable with him finding how wet I was. He slipped two fingers inside me, just barely, then withdrew them. My eyes flew open as my mouth opened in a silent moan. Ilya put one of his fingers in his mouth, obviously savoring my taste. “Oh my God,” I managed to whisper in shock.

  Ilya just grinned seductively, obviously amused by my naïve reaction, and how new I was to all of this. He placed his finger back and gently rubbed my clitoris, looking me in the eye.

  My body jerked and shook as a pleasurable feeling began running through me. My toes curled, scraping across the floor. My hands restlessly moved, needing something to grab onto to center me. I was gripping the couch so tight, that they ached.

  Ilya continued to toy with me, gently running his fingers in and out, lightly rubbing across my clitoris before slowly, he slipped another finger inside me, then two. It was kind of a tight fit, and a little uncomfortable until he brought his other hand into play, continuing to rub my clit.

  They were shallow thrust in and out. Nice and slow. At one point, I felt his fingertips brush up against my hymen and I gasped. My breath quickened and he pulled the second finger back out, maintaining eye contact. I remained silent, but found myself unable to break eye contact.

  Ilya broke eye contact first to start kissing down my chest, down my belly, inside my thighs…

  "Ilya, Ilya," I panted, pleaded. I didn’t know if I was pleading for him to stop or for him to never stop. I'd completely forgotten about food, or anything that stood in between me and Ilya. “I…I…,” I started to say, not even knowing what I was going to say myself. But before I could finish my sentence, Ilya took my clitoris into his mouth, licking, sucking, nibbling. Slipping a finger inside me, lapping hungrily, he cut my sentence off short.

  I squealed, eyes rolling back, as he worked me over with his tongue. He slipped it inside me, then ran it up across my clit, rolling it around before closing his mouth over it and sucking. It was more than I’d ever experienced before. No one had ever gotten this close to me, touched me so intimately. My body began to shake and convulse and I came, screaming his name.

  My entire body shaking, squirting while he rubbed my pussy and looked down at me lovingly.

  Slowly, my flushed and overheated body began to come down from its high. The sweat on my skin began to cool against me, making me shiver.

  My body was still hypersensitive, however, and Ilya gently rubbing my legs wasn’t helping anything. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was watching me with an extremely satisfied smile on his face. My eyes wandered down to his pants where the large bulge was evident. I bit my lip nervously. I knew that I wasn’t ready to have sex with Ilya. I didn’t know if I would ever be ready to have sex with him, not with all the shit that was between us. The deception, the fact that he’d most likely be in jail soon thanks to me. But seeing him in that state after he’d just made me feel so incredible, I felt guilty. I wanted to do something for him, but I was not as experienced as him. Hell, who was I kidding? I wasn’t experienced at all. I’d probably just embarrass myself if I tried to give him a blowjob or something.

  Ilya noticed the direction my eyes were trained and he chuckled.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said, reaching his hand up and caressing my face.

  “Are you sure?” I asked uncertainly.

  “Yes, you don’t have to do anything in return. What I did was because I wanted to make you feel good. I wasn’t doing it expecting to have you reciprocate.” He ran his fingers through my short strands and just watched me, seeming to be in awe. “You just don’t know how irresistible you are, do you?”

  I smiled and shook my head. “Shut up.” I was amazed at the fact that I was sitting here having a conversation with Ilya, NAKED, and I didn’t want to die out of mortification. I expected Ilya to laugh as well, but he just watched me seriously, not breaking eye contact.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do about you, Nana Valencia,” he said. “I�
�ve never felt this way before, but I do know that I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

  My eyes widened and I reached out, touching the back of his hand that was rested on my leg. I didn’t know what else to do. The way Ilya was so honest with what he was feeling overwhelmed me. Especially so because he was so dishonest about everything else.

  How could a man who was so feared, a mob enforcer, say such beautiful and romantic things to me?

  The next morning, I walked into the precinct for work with a lightness in my step. If this was how I felt after only having oral sex for the first time, I couldn’t imagine the feelings of actually doing the deed. I felt like a whole new woman.

  I headed straight for the task force office, going over to the desktop that all the surveillance files were in. The name Jason I’d seen on the computer at Ilya’s warehouse was stuck in my head. I knew I’d heard it before, seen it, I just couldn’t quite remember where. I began scouring through the many surveillance files on Nikolai, Ilya, and those who were close to him. Finally, I came across a Jason Garcia. Jason was a bouncer outside of Nikolai Prakenski’s club, Cherish, and was often seen with Nikolai. He was obviously a close friend. Around the same time that Vidor Prakenski was killed, Jason was as well. He was gunned down and a suspect was never found and charged with his murder. The surveillance team had information that Jason was feeding information about the Bratva to HBD and had surmised that Nikolai had Jason killed. However, in Ilya’s log, he’d blamed Jason’s death on HBD and seemed to be planning some type of retribution against them for it.

  I continued to scan and read more about what the detectives following Nikolai and everyone close to him had found. I paused on a picture of Ilya standing outside of Cherish, smiling slightly at something Yazmeen was saying, while Nikolai stood off to the side on his phone. Biting my lip, I traced his image with my finger and sighed.