“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” His voice is raw and throaty.
“Uh… I d-don’t think I do.”
“I can hear your heart beating,” he says. “It’s fucking racing. Every time I come into the room, it goes into overdrive, and your cheeks flush because your body is burning. You want to be touched. You want me to take you, but that sweet ache makes you very uncomfortable, doesn’t it?”
My mouth falls open.
And for the next few seconds every time I try to speak, my voice sputters like a dying engine and then gives up.
“You know what I mean?” he replies.
“No, I don’t,” I insist stupidly, even though I can feel my own arousal dampening the crotch of my jeans.
“Come here,” he commands.
Like someone put under a spell, I take the two steps over to him.
Konstantin
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Wicked Games
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The moment she nears me, my hands shoot out to grip the back of her thighs and pull her towards me. She loses her balance and falls on top of me. She is already in a state of arousal and her musky-sweet scent fills my nostrils. I feel them flare as I breathe her in deeply. God, I want to bury my nose in her sex. She is so fucking distracting.
“I mean it’s about time you joined the mile-high club,” I growl.
I know she is not what she says she is. I know I’m most probably falling for the oldest trick in the book. Hell, she even looks like a honey pot. What I’m risking is still unknown but I know I’m risking too much, and I did try very hard to stop myself, to talk myself out of this inconvenient lust, but like a fucking itch it just wants to be scratched. I cannot help myself. Even trying to numb the craze for her body is no use. She is like a drug. In my blood. Calling. Calling. Relentless.
All fucking night long.
My hand reaches for the junction between her thighs, and through her jeans, I grab her mound roughly.
This is just sex. She is just an annoying, distracting, unnecessary itch, and I’m going to keep my cock in her pussy for as long as it takes to get rid of this crazy itch. Because after this weekend, I never want to see her again. She came into my life as part of an orchestrated distraction, but solving one problem often creates another. And I don’t need complications in my life right now and she is one big complication.
Her sexy mouth opens in a gasp of excitement at the rough claim my hand makes, and my cock pushes hard and heavy against my pants. She is stunningly beautiful. I watch her avidly, as her plump lips make an O shape and I almost come right there. Fuck, it’s like being a teenager all over again.
Her eyes flutter closed as my thumb finds and presses on her swollen clit through the material. I move my thumb in a circular motion, and a moan escapes her throat, as her hips begin to writhe to the hypnotic rhythm of my thumb. Watching her squirm her soft body against mine is too much for me to take.
My hands move to her ass and clutching her tightly to me, I lift myself out of my horizontal position and get to my feet. She gives a breathless gasp of surprise at the sudden movement. Turning her around I put her on her back on the reclining seat. Jerking her legs open I bury my nose in her sex. The heady potency of her scent makes my body shudder.
Fuck, this woman is driving me crazy.
My mouth opens and I cover her pussy through the material of her jeans. Her hands find their way to my hair, her fingers like claws, grasping, pulling, sending sharp shards of pain into my skull.
I relish the pain.
Hurriedly, I unfasten her buttons, tug the zip down, and yank her jeans down her hips and legs. She has on the smallest panties I have ever seen and I have seen many, a white lacy scrap of delicate material that covers her peachy pussy. Her smell makes my head swim with lust.
I don’t waste any time.
I tear the lace off her hips and hungrily suck her wet, throbbing, delicious sex, all of it, into my mouth. Greedily, I lick her first bout of arousal clean, my tongue lapping into every swirl of pink flesh, then sinking my tongue deep into her.
“Oh god,” she gasps aloud, and desperately holds onto my head. I can feel her body quivering.
The bridge of my nose strokes the engorged bud of her clit as my tongue digs repeatedly into her, and the combined motion I know is the perfect preamble to how the next hour is going to go for her.
She makes a small mewling sound of pure pleasure. “Don’t stop… that feels so good.”
Stop? She doesn’t know I’m starving, and I just can't get enough as I devour her. I lift one of her legs up, hooking the crook over my shoulder and double down on ravishing her.
At first I use only my mouth, but then my finger joins in the fun, one and then a second, and suddenly I hear a sound that is not pleasure. I look up and her face is winced in pain.
Frowning I look down. My fingers are stained red. Blood! What the… I freeze. It cannot be. It is impossible. She is a honeypot. Don’t they have sex with loads of men?
And yet… she is a virgin.
A swarm of emotions run through me at that moment, but none of which I know how to address. I feel shock, but then it quickly dissipates. And then I am struck by a dizzying burst of delight. No one has ever had her! I will be first to enter her body. The idea of being the first man to possess her is primitive and raw. It brings out the hunter in me.
I raise my head and meet her sapphire eyes staring down at me.
“Go on,” she says softly. “Don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?”
Her answer is to thrust her sex into my face.
Nothing could be clearer than that, and I immediately comply with her demand. I do however, make a note to be gentler with her than the wild pace I’d planned.
A few moments later, and she is twisting and crying out with pleasure as three of my fingers work inside her while my mouth sucks on her clit. The gyration of her hips is mesmerizing and our rhythm is one of almost deranged frenzy and harmony.
“Oh God, oh God,” she cries. Her husky voice is like music to my ears.
A guttural groan sounds from my throat. It surprises me. It is feral and has an animalistic quality. I recognize it as the sound of possession. The sound of a man claiming a woman. I feel her quickening, each hard precise thrust and vicious suck on her delicate bud bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
I feel as though I too am spiraling out of control as she races towards her own release. Her climax is almost upon her. Her whimpers are starting to sound like sobs.
“Konstantin,” she calls out. “Oh my God... oh my God.”
She pounds her sex into my face, and when the last bout of pleasure sweeps through her body she breaks open. As her mouth opens wide, I slap my hand over it, muffling the scream. Her body shudders violently at the release as her juices pour over my chin in a stream of heated, molten ecstasy.
I lap up every bit of her release, every cell in my body electrified. She is gasping breathlessly as her eyes roll back into her head, and it is a long while later before her breathing seems like it has somewhat come back under control.
“Holy fuck,” she mutters. “I want another one.”
I grin at her. “You’re going to have a lot more than one more.”
“Oh yes,” she breathes, her eyes shining.
She runs her hand through my hair and then cups my face. Lifting herself forward, she shoves her tongue into my mouth and drinks me in with an almost inhuman fervor.
I push her back on the seat and crush her body with mine as I cover her neck in sensual kisses. Then I bury my nose in the crook and inhale her scent.
She grinds her hips to mine, and when her hands move to the waistband of my pants to pull it down, I let her. Her hands tremble as she fumbles ineffectively at my belt, and it endears me even further to her. It’s her first time of undressing a man, for fucks sake. I work it myself and my rock-hard cock pops out.
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�Oh,” she gasps, her slim hand reaching out to touch my dick.
My dick jumps towards her.
“Oh,” she breathes again, her hand withdrawing automatically with astonishment.
To be honest even I’m surprised to find how hard and hot I am for her. Veins line the thick shaft, and the tip is already wet with the small white pearl of my seed. I rub the head, almost fascinated myself by its eager reaction to her. The creamy discharge is spread all along my shaft as I run my hand up and down the length.
A rush of pleasure begins to broil in the pit of my stomach at my own stroking, and when I lift my gaze to hers, I see that she too is transfixed.
“You are so huge,” she whispers, as she reaches out her hand.
I take my hand off, steadying myself for when her delicate hand would come in contact with my hardness.
The moment her soft hand grabs a hold of me, I swear, I nearly come and have to clench my jaw and distract myself with an ugly thought to stop myself. She strokes my cock at first with unsure, shy strokes but very quickly, she finds a rhythm and boldness that turns her touch into pure torture. I rest my forehead against hers, unable to maintain any sort of pretense of detachment.
“You’re so freaking big,” she whispers again into my ear. “What if you tear me?”
I kiss the corner of her eyes. “I won’t tear you. I’ll take it easy, but one way or another I’m going to get all of me into you. This weekend this dick is going to be inside your pussy, your mouth and your ass. Many, many times.”
Her eyes widen. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Her hands move from my cock and grab onto the taut flesh of my ass. “Go on, then. Fuck me,” she dares, her eyes shining with challenge.
With a finger, I lift her chin so that my lips can meet hers, and molding my body to hers I kiss her, deeply and thoroughly, my tongue teasing and stroking hers in languid smooth strokes. Without breaking the kiss, I reach for the pocket of my pants, remove a condom from it, break it out of its packet, and slip it on me. Grabbing the head of my cock, I position it at her entrance and slowly thrust my hips forward.
“Let me know if it gets too painful,” I whisper against her mouth.
She nods, recapturing my bottom lip. She sucks softly on the flesh, as her body tries its best to accommodate the hard flesh that is slipping into it. She is as tight as a clenched fist and I worry about tearing her.
I’ve never been with a virgin before so I go as carefully as I can possibly be so as not to hurt her.
“I’m fine, Konstantin,” she rasps impatiently. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
She thrusts her hips forward so that she can take a bit more of me, but at the slight gasp I freeze once again.
“I’m fine,” she whispers and kisses me. “More. Give me more.”
I move, my thick shaft inching its way into her, stretching and filling her walls. Eventually I ready myself for the final shove.
I cover her mouth with mine, then I push my hips forward and completely impale myself inside of her tight, wet heat.
Raine
“Oh wow,” I gasp, looking at him with wonder. Having him inside me is the most fabulous feeling in the world. I feel unbearably stretched and yet the sensation is one of satisfaction, completeness, and pure pleasure.
He begins to pull out of me again, and at the smooth slide out of me, pleasure coupled with the most agreeable twinge of pain arrowed straight to my core. I gasp aloud, my eyes widening at the indescribable sensation.
The urge to feel his skin on mine overwhelms me. Half crazed with lust, I grab onto the tails of his shirt and push the material almost desperately off his shoulders. Soon his bare tanned chest is on display before me.
He is just as I imagined him. Beautiful. Perfect. Manly. Silently, I curse the dimness of the space we are in. My fingers splay across his chest. I move my hand across his hairless, silky smooth flesh and smile when my palm graze his hardened nipples. I lean forward to catch the taut peak between my teeth.
He suppresses a shiver.
I begin to suck. Hard.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and plunges into me swiftly in one smooth movement.
My back arches at the assault. My fingernails claw into his back and my whole body jerks as the acute blast of ecstasy that shoots through me registers.
“Are you okay?” he asks once again.
I bite down on his shoulder. “Don’t stop. Move,” I groan.
He doesn’t need telling again, he rams into me over, and over again. His balls slap against the curve of my buttocks, while his hand reaches down to torment my already swollen clit.
I pump my hips to meet his ruthless thrusts into me, and with every thrust I feel myself branded, the taut walls of my sex sheathed like a second skin around this godlike cock. There is a spot inside of me that he hits over and over again, and the sweet tension it wreaks through my body leaves me feeling as though I have been run over.
I tighten more and more around him, frantic and panting, my cries echoing through the abandoned cell. I have long lost awareness of where we are and uncaring of anything beyond the magic of his possession.
His groans in my mouth, gruff and deep revs me on like an engine. Once again, the quickening of my entire core grows in intensity as we chase our impending and much longed for release.
My arms tighten desperately around him as my hips rock madly to the deep, rippling drive of his cock. In no time I feel my walls begin to convulse around him.
Tears fill my eyes as an unbelievable wave upon wave of a deliciously decadent climax washes over me. The experience leaves me nearly unconscious and I cry out in complete abandon, calling out his name.
He comes then, with a growl, a sound deep in his throat and so utterly possessive and masculine, something inside me instinctively responds by pressing myself against him and burying my face in his chest. It is a submissive gesture, a woman responding to her man at the most base level.
“Fuck,” he mutters over and over, but I’m long past words. It feels as though my entire body has shut down, but at the same time it is brimming with a violent rush of pleasure that is strong enough to knock me out.
In fact, for some moments, it feels as if my brain is scrambled into mush, and I completely lose my awareness of where we are high in the sky and in heaven.
But then it registers that he is withdrawing from my body. I know I should pull my legs shut and get my jeans back on, but I am unable to move. My limbs are like jelly. I look up at him from under my lashes as he takes the condom off and pulls his pants on, before turning to look at me.
A strange expression crosses his face as he looks down on me. Then he shakes his head and wonders aloud, almost to himself. “How is it possible that I want to fuck you again so soon?” He bends down and slipping his hands around my ass as if I am a bowl, he slips his tongue into me.
I moan softly, and he begins to suck, lick, and nibble on me all over again. He doesn’t stop until I climax again. This time the climax is so hard that my body jerks convulsively against his face and my juices shoot into his hungry mouth.
Raine
We don’t speak much. He seems to be preoccupied with something. After a while he even takes a sheaf of papers from his briefcase and begins studying them. It’s a good thing because I’m not up to making any kind of conversation. I think I’m too shocked and astonished by how my body reacted to him.
The private air hostesses obviously understood when to interrupt and only come into the cabin thirty minutes later to bring hot towels.
They don’t meet my eyes, and I know they know what we’ve been up to. They have to be deaf not to. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I actually don’t care. I feel utterly shameless. My clit is still so swollen it bulges out from my pussy lips. And when it rubs against the rough material of my jeans I have to stop myself from moaning.
God, I just want his mouth on me… and his silky-smooth, enormous, hard cock inside me again. The way he made me feel is ad
dictive. He is addictive. Suddenly, I remember Chloe and the girl who had tried to jump off the roof and the thought makes me frown. I better get a hold of myself, or I’ll end up a humiliating basket case like them.
Tea, finger sandwiches, and cakes are served.
Needless to say, everything is delicious. Half an hour after everything is cleared away, we start our descent. I stand at the top of the stairs and breathe in the English air. It must have just rained because it smells fresh and cleaner than New York.
We are whisked through a quick passport check before we are met by his chauffeur. Seems strange to me that anyone would have a chauffeur in every country where they own a home, but I guess that must be normal for billionaires. Apparently, our bags are already in the trunk of the dark blue Bentley, so we get into the back of the car and off we go.
Oh, I just discovered people drive on the wrong side of the road here.
I stare out of the window in awe. No Skyscrapers. There are rolling green fields around us dotted with grazing sheep! It all feels so unreal. To think that only a few hours ago I was in New York. Now it is thousands of miles away. Another world.
“How long before we get to London?” I ask.
He looks at his watch. “We’ll be there by 7:50 p.m.”
Eventually, the roadway gives way to a dual highway, which then becomes a big busy road.
“We are now coming into London,” Konstantin murmurs.
He names the areas as we pass through them. Earls Court, West Kensington, Knightsbridge. London is as different from New York as cake is different from steak. There are no skyscrapers made of glossy glass and steel anywhere. All I see are wonderful and often intricate stone masonry everywhere. The buildings are works of art, evidence of a form of expert craftsmanship that is lost forever.
“Oh my God, Harrods,” I cry, as I recognize the iconic building lit up. I suddenly realize I’m behaving like an overly excited child and sneak a look at him. I find him watching me curiously.
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