In Too Deep_BWWM Romance

by Erica A. Davis

  “Stay there. Don’t touch anything.”

  Illya grinned and sat back on his hands. Blossom could see his erection pressing against his jeans. Then she reached for her t-shirt and pulled it off. She hadn’t bothered to put her bra on that morning, leaving her breasts free. Blossom grinned as she saw Illya’s smile snap off, his eyes focused on her breasts.

  Turning to the side, Blossom grasped the waistband of her joggers and panties, and lowered them slowly down. She bent at the waist and watched Illya’s eyes run over the line of her body as she revealed more skin inch by inch. Then she straightened up and kicked away her clothes, standing naked before him.

  Illya groaned. He licked his lips. Blossom licked one finger and ran it down her body, opening her legs.

  “Undress yourself,” she breathed, cupping her breast with her other hand. “But don’t touch yourself.”

  Illya moved faster than Blossom had ever seen him move. He tossed his clothes aside and sat naked on the bed again. His cock, long and thick, stood up from a dark patch of hair at his groin. A drop of wetness was at the tip.

  Blossom gasped and squeezed her breast, her finger rubbing her clit even harder. She would never get bored of looking at the man before her. He was gorgeous. Just one look from him could have her highly aroused.

  Already she was close. But Blossom wasn’t about to let Illya go without. She lowered herself to her knees and ran her hands up his thighs. Illya gasped, and then he moaned as Blossom gripped his cock and licked the head. Then she took him in with a moan.

  Illya cried out. His hand went to her head, running his fingers through her hair. Blossom bobbed her head over him, licking and sucking every inch. It had the desired effect, his cock seemed to get even bigger. Blossom didn’t think that was possible.

  It was an incredible feeling to know that she had such a hold over a man like Illya Chekov.

  Blossom couldn’t take it any longer. She had to have him. Rising up and crawling onto the bed, Blossom pushed Illya onto his back and sat astride his lap. His cock rubbed against her pussy, getting soaked in her juices. Illya hissed and grabbed her hips in a tight grip.

  “Don’t tease me, Blossom,” he said harshly. His accent sounded thicker. “Just let me take you now.”

  Chapter 9

  Blossom grinned.

  “You’re going to have to take it from me,” she whispered, sliding down his cock. Somehow, the angle was sharper than it had been the day before. And it felt amazing. Blossom moaned and felt her pussy clench around his cock. “Because I’m not going to waste this.”

  Illya grabbed her arms and pulled her down, cutting off her protests with a fierce kiss. Then he rolled them over, putting Blossom onto her back. He lifted one leg up high, placing her foot on his shoulder, and thrust. Blossom gasped and arched her hips up. Illya pulled back and thrust again.

  “Just so you know, Blossom,” he said through gritted teeth, never taking his eyes from her, “I don’t share.”

  Blossom couldn’t look away as he thrust into her, pushing his cock even deeper inside.

  “That’s good to know.”

  Illya’s eyes glowed. And then he grabbed his hips and hammered into her. Blossom tried to keep up with the pace but it was too much. Too good. She held onto his arms tightly as he jack-hammered his hips against hers, their bodies slapping together. It was enough to send shivers and the start of her climax through her body, making Blossom’s head spin.

  It didn’t take much for Blossom’s climax to take control and she screamed, her screams swallowed by Illya’s mouth, his own orgasm rippling through his body as he thrust hard three more times before slamming himself in to the hilt.

  Blossom felt like she'd run a marathon. Her heart was pounding and she was covered in sweat. But she wasn’t about to complain.

  She was up for more.

  *****

  Blossom woke slowly, aware that something was happening. Then she felt someone between her legs, something lapping at her clit.

  Now she was fully awake.

  She lifted her head to see Illya’s head between her legs, his tongue flicking her clit before dipping inside her. Two of his fingers were thrusting and twisting slowly, making Blossom writhe underneath him.

  Illya chuckled, the vibration of his laugh tickling her skin. Blossom whimpered, grabbing his head as he attacked her pussy with more gusto. It wasn’t too long before her orgasm rippled through her, Blossom unable to catch her breath as it hit her hard. Her whole body lit up with heat and wouldn’t cool down.

  She barely had time to react before Illya pulled away from her, hauled her down the bed until her hips were under his, and thrust. Blossom shuddered as the orgasm stopped its descent and began to climb again. Illya sucked on her neck and bit her shoulder as he fucked her, his movements fierce. He didn’t seem to know any other way to make love other than hard and fast.

  Right now, Blossom wasn’t complaining.

  The orgasm came back with a vengeance and Blossom screamed, biting Illya’s shoulder hard. That seemed to set Illya off and he thrust once more into her pussy, Blossom feeling his release. She thought the world was spinning and she didn't dare open her eyes.

  When she did open them, it was to find Illya still on top of her, staring down at her with a smile that made her pussy flutter. Illya gritted his teeth and grimaced.

  “Don’t do that. I’ll want another piece of you.”

  Blossom giggled.

  “Maybe I want you to.”

  “Very tempting.” Illya kissed her gently. “But I’ve got to go into work. Anton’s told me he needs me.”

  “I thought you had two weeks off.”

  “I did but Anton’s got other plans, clearly.” Illya winked. “So, I thought I’d wake you up before I left.”

  Blossom sighed and kissed his chin.

  “That was a delicious way of waking up.”

  Illya grinned and gently eased himself out of her. Then he rolled out of bed and grabbed his clothes.

  “I’m making breakfast. It will be ready shortly.”

  “Okay.”

  Blossom sat up and watched him leave, admiring his naked backside before he disappeared. That was a sight she wouldn’t get bored of.

  Then again, she certainly wouldn’t get bored of anything with Illya. It had been a week since she'd been moved into Illya’s house and Blossom couldn’t believe how the week had flown by. And she couldn’t believe how easy it was for her and Illya to fall into a routine. They took turns making meals—Illya got Blossom to sample Russian-style cooking—and they divided the chores. Blossom made sure Illya was supplied with plenty of coffee when he was working and Illya ordered Blossom’s favourite cake from the bakery to be delivered every day to them. Both had similar tastes, which resulted in many conversations well past midnight, and Illya had even managed to get Blossom to play games with him. Blossom was beginning to find that she was actually quite good and could beat Illya at his own game.

  And the sex. Blossom’s mind was still blown. The sex was incredible. Illya knew how to make her scream and Blossom enjoyed exploring Illya’s body time and again. Falling asleep and waking up next to him was simply a bonus.

  Blossom wondered what would happen when the threat against her disappeared and she had to go back to her house . Would they still be this close? Or would they be going back to being neighbours and nothing more? Blossom hoped it wasn’t the latter; she didn’t want to go very hot and then icy cold.

  She hoped Illya was thinking the same thing.

  Dressing quickly in a skirt, leggings and a checkered blouse, Blossom hurried downstairs to the kitchen. Illya was finishing up. A plate of bacon, eggs, sausages, fried bread and fried potatoes with beans was in her place at the counter. Blossom’s stomach growled. Illya chuckled.

  “I’m glad I got something right.”

  “You know my stomach well.”

  Blossom sat at the counter and began to wolf down her food. Illya sat opposite with his own filled plat
e and began to eat. He kept giving Blossom furtive glances, which Blossom noticed.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “The police called me this morning,” Illya said solemnly. “They said your home is not a crime scene anymore and you can go back in today.”

  Blossom lowered her fork. She could go home. But now it didn’t feel like home. Illya frowned and reached across.

  “Blossom?”

  Blossom let him take her hand.

  “Why does the thought of going home not sound very appealing anymore?”

  Illya smiled. Something like relief came into his eyes.

  “You’re more than welcome to stay here.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. It’s not as if you’ve got far to go.”

  “I suppose.” Blossom looked around the kitchen before looking back at Illya. “I’ve just gotten so used to living with someone again. I haven’t done that since college and not with a man.”

  Illya winked.

  “I’ve enjoyed it as well. You put up with me better than I thought any woman would.”

  “Oh, really?” Blossom smirked. “Did your girlfriends not like the fact you played video games most of your time at home?”

  “I do need some downtime.” Illya sipped at his coffee, not taking his eyes off Blossom. “You don’t seem too bothered by it. Even before I got you involved in them.”

  Blossom grinned.

  “You give me more than enough attention to make up for it.”

  That was true. When he was working or playing his games, Illya’s hands were all over her. Blossom wasn’t about to complain about that. Illya’s nostrils flared as he sipped his coffee, giving her a look that had Blossom’s pussy throbbing against the stool. She tried to busy herself by focusing on her food, taking her hand away from Illya’s.

  “Do you have to go in today?”

  “I’m afraid so. When Anton tells someone to jump, the only thing you can do is ask how high.” Illya shrugged and put his cup down. “I’d love to stay home but Anton needs me for something. I can’t really say no.”

  Blossom couldn’t argue with that. Illya’s job did require him to be at his boss’ beck and call. The fact he had been given a week off was remarkable in itself.

  But while she wished Illya could stay home longer, Blossom didn’t want to be in charge of his life and throw a tantrum when it didn’t match what she wanted.

  Illya seemed to guess this because he gave her a devilish grin and slid off the stool.

  “I’ve still got some time before I have to go. We can either finish breakfast together,” he tugged her off her stool, “or we can use this time for something more worthwhile.”

  Blossom grinned. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. She looped her arms around his neck.

  “I like the sound of the latter,” she murmured against his mouth.

  *****

  It lasted longer than Illya anticipated. He couldn’t help himself. When Blossom started going down on him and touching herself, he didn’t want to stop the show. And he wanted to savour it before he left.

  Now it meant Anton was going to go after him for not getting there when he was supposed to. For once, Illya didn’t care.

  He practically jogged from his car to the warehouse that Anton had told him to get to, hopping up the stairs two at a time and entering through the rickety door at the top. He was surprised to find it deserted. Barely anything was there, not even walls. What there was below him was a lot of plastic sheeting hung up everywhere, seeming to be centred around something in the middle of the warehouse.

  Illya then realized where he was. He was in a place where the cleaners got rid of the bodies.

  Why had Anton brought him here? Illya was the accountant, not a cleaner. He didn’t do the messy parts of the job. He couldn’t even keep someone protected so why was he here?

  Ivan was at the bottom of the steps as Illya hurried down them.

  “We were beginning to wonder where you’d gone.”

  Why was he speaking in Russian? Ivan preferred to speak in English, saying it was more pleasing on his ears. Illya knew it was so he could pick up women without them shying away because he spoke Russian, an accent that Ivan didn’t have at all. So why now?

  Nevertheless, he switched to his native tongue.

  “I got…held up.”

  Ivan chuckled as they fell into step, heading towards the sheeting.

  “I can imagine. Blossom’s got to be worth getting reamed by Anton.”

  “Shut up.” Illya glowered at him. Then he indicated the sheeting. It was clearly hiding something among the plastic. “What have you got for me that I had to come into work?”

  “Take a quick peek and see.”

  Now his curiosity had been piqued, Illya moved gently through the sheeting, tweaking it aside. What he saw made him stare. A man was sat tied to a chair, his hands behind his back and his legs attached to the legs of the chair. He looked battered and bruised, blood coming from his nose.

  Illya pulled back and stared at his brother, who didn’t even blink.

  “Adrian Rollins? What’s he doing here?”

  “He was let out on bail at arraignment.” Ivan scowled as he folded his arms. “They gave him an electronic tag and updated the RO but that was it.”

  “What? Baltimore PD weren’t going to throw his ass in jail for violating it again?”

  “No. They’re rather lax about enforcing restraining orders around here.”

  Illya had guessed that already. Nobody had told Blossom at all about her stalker being let out on bail. They were supposed to update their victims at all times. He was going to have very strong words with their lawyer about it. If Rollins was the one behind Blossom’s stalking and Jenny’s attack, he was going to be buried by the Russian mob.

  Illya glowered at the back of Rollins’ head. Now he knew why Ivan was speaking in Russian.

  “Where did you find him?”

  “He was hanging around the women’s shelter where Blossom and Jenny work.”

  “What were you doing down there?”

  “I was going past on the way to the hospital to see Jenny.” Ivan’s face went red. “I saw him hanging around across the street.”

  Illya wasn’t about to ask why he was going to the hospital. Now was not the time.

  “What happened?”

  “He saw me and tried to run but I managed to grab him. He was determined to see Blossom and couldn’t find her at her house.” Ivan smirked. “Clearly, he didn’t hear the screams coming from yours.”

  “Shut up.” Illya frowned. He was still confused. “So, Anton wants to interrogate him? This is a new one on him.”

  “I think he was leaving the interrogation to you.”

  “What?”

  Ivan shrugged.

  “Well, he’s coming to realize how much Blossom means to you. I think this is his way of helping you out.”

  Illya spluttered. He had no idea what was going on. Anton was strictly a business person or partied hard with as many women as he could when he wasn’t working. He had never mixed the two of them together.

  “But…I’m not an interrogator. That’s not my job.”

  Ivan clapped him on the shoulder.

  “I think you’ll be fine.”

  “You would say that, brother.”

  Ivan grunted. Then he nodded towards the hostage.

  “Go. He’s waiting for you.”

  Illya could feel the adrenaline building in his veins. This was going to be interesting. He had never done his brother’s job before and he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope. Blood, he could handle, but snapping a man practically in half to get answers out of him?

  Illya didn’t know if he could do it.

  Nevertheless, he pushed through the tarpaulin and saw a table lined up behind the chair. On it were an assortment of hammers, pliers and several other instruments of torture. Illya didn’t want to touch them, they were staying firmly on the table. H
opefully, he and Rollins could have a conversation like adults.

  Illya walked around to in front of Rollins. The man raised his head, one eye almost swollen shut. His good eye widened when he saw Illya, then it narrowed in a sneer.

  “Fucking bastard.”

  “I haven’t touched you yet.”

  “Someone did.”

  Illya folded his arms.

  “And that would be down to my little brother Ivan. He’s got a ham fist.”

  “You call that hulking beast little?” Rollins snorted and looked away. “Well, he didn’t get anything out of me and neither will you.”

  “I think I will.”

  Illya shucked off his jacket and wandered over to the table. He could get himself out of Rollins’ eyesight and make it look like he was choosing an instrument to wield. He laid his jacket down and began to pick up various items, pretending to look at them and put them back down, all the while watching Rollins’ reaction. From the way he tensed, he was scared.

  Good. Illya wanted him scared.

  “I may be the one who crunches the numbers, Adrian. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to make someone talk.” He put down a knife and picked up a lump hammer. It felt very heavy in his hand. “Why do you keep going back to Blossom’s house?”

  “Because she needs me,” Rollins snapped. “She can’t live life alone. She needs me to help her.”

  “She seems to be doing fine.” Blossom was one of the most capable women Illya had ever met. He leaned against the table and tapped the hammer on it. “There’s a restraining order out on you and your mother Louisa, and yet you both keep coming back to her like a bad rash. Are you two that stupid?”

  Rollins snorted. He almost sounded like he was laughing.

  “She’ll drop them. I know she will. They'll all get dropped. Although I'm very impressed by how long she’s kept up these lies. But they'll get dropped eventually.”

  Illya felt the anger stirring in his gut. He was still going along with the lie that Blossom had made up the rape? There was no way Blossom had made any of that up.

  “She told me everything, Rollins. She wasn’t lying.”

  Rollins chuckled. Illya hated that sound. It made him feel sick to the stomach.