Alexei

by Roxie Rivera

  With two softly spoken words, she shattered his control. Tangling his hand in her hair, he crashed their mouths together in a burst of pent-up desire. She mewled, that kittenish sound traveling through him and settling right in the bottom of his stomach.

  Tonight? Tonight, he was going to give her exactly what she wanted and everything he needed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I couldn’t breathe. My heart was beating like a panicked hummingbird’s. With shaky fingers, I clung to Alexei’s broad, powerful shoulders as he kissed me like a man starving for affection. Maybe he was. Or maybe he was feeling that earlier rush of adrenaline fade after our harrowing experience at the motel. Did he crave the heat and touch of another person as I did?

  Something had changed in him. Something I had said or done had flipped an invisible switch. I was finally seeing the passionate, dominant man that had always been hinted at but never revealed. I had given him the permission he needed, and now he was totally in control. I didn’t think I wanted it any other way. Not tonight. Not my first time.

  My first time.

  Surrendering to the stab of Alexei’s tongue, I whimpered softly and clawed at his bare back. A deep growling sound rumbled from his throat, and he picked me up off the counter. While our tongues danced, he guided my legs around his waist before settling his big, strong hands on my bottom. Holding me close, he walked toward the bedroom.

  This is really happening.

  I panted against his mouth and nipped at his lip. He repaid me for that little bite with a swat that left my ass stinging. I clenched my thighs, squeezing his waist and drawing another groan from him. He murmured something in Russian before unceremoniously dumping me on the bed.

  “Alexei!” I squealed with surprise and excitement as I bounced on the mattress.

  He threw back his head and laughed as I pushed up on my palms and waited to see what would happen next. He walked around the bed and turned on the nearest lamp, illuminating the room in a warm glow of light. Able to see me fully, he raked his gaze along my form and then dropped the towel wrapped around his waist.

  I swallowed hard when I saw his cock. It was every bit as thick and long as I had expected, maybe even more. As if tired of watching me study him, Alexei crooked a tattooed finger and gestured for me to crawl toward the edge of the bed. I knew what he wanted even before he asked, but I wasn’t sure I could satisfy him. The mechanics of giving head were easy enough, but I hadn’t every actually done it.

  When I reached the edge of the bed, I waited to see what would happen next. Should I tell him? Would he want to know that we were sailing into actual virgin waters here? Worried that he might stomp on the brakes, I decided to keep the status of my V Card a secret for now. I didn’t want this night to stop. I wanted this. I wanted it with him.

  Fake it. I could hear Kylee’s voice in my head as I considered my next move. Just fake it.

  Emboldened by desire and curiosity, I shamelessly grasped his shaft. Alexei growled and pressed into my hand, wordlessly urging me to stroke him. So I did. I slid my hand from the blunt tip all the way down to the base of him before gliding it back down again. Hot. Hard. Soft. Steel. I explored him with my fingertips.

  Touching him like this, I had a better feel for his length and girth. A quiver of panic stabbed my stomach. There was no way around it. This was going to hurt. Even if I was one of those lucky girls who had a relatively easy first time, putting something this big inside me was going to an experience I would never forget.

  But right now I was more interested in seeing how he would react when I licked him…

  Leaning forward, I grasped the base of his shaft and swiped my wet tongue along his penis. Staring up at him, I sucked the tip between my lips. Alexei gazed down at me, his dark eyes smoldering, and his breath coming in sharp pants. I might not have the skills of his former mistresses, but he clearly enjoyed what I was doing. My confidence growing, I used my tongue to paint his shaft and then tried to suck him a little deeper this time.

  Alexei let loose a loud groan of approval. “Open your mouth a little wider, baby.” I relaxed my jaw, and he sighed. “Da. Yes. Like that.”

  He gathered my hair in one of his hands, drawing it to the back of my head, and gently thrust into my open and willing mouth. I tensed up, suddenly afraid he would take things too fast or too hard, but he was careful as always, reminding me yet again why he owned my trust. He wasn’t going to hurt me. He wasn’t trying to debase or degrade me or force me to do anything I didn’t want or like.

  Alexei took his time enjoying my mouth. His cock glided across my tongue with slow, measured thrusts. He caressed my face with his free hand and continued to hold my hair with the other. Every now and then, he slid a little deeper, almost as if to test me, and each time I swallowed every inch he offered. Something about pleasing him, about making him groan and pant, invigorated and excited me. I liked knowing that I could make him feel like this.

  “Look at me,” he ordered in a strained voice. I glanced up at him. Lips stretched wide around his cock, I locked into his lascivious gaze. He pushed deeper into my mouth, so far back that I felt my throat start to tighten. A momentary quiver of panic rattled my core, but I shoved it down. He won’t hurt you. Relax. Feel. Enjoy.

  “Shay.” His nostrils flared, and his breaths were heavy and fast now. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.” He retreated ever so slowly, dragging his cock out of my mouth until just the tip remained. I tightened my lips around him, refusing to let him go just yet. He groaned and then said on a harsh breath, “Suck. Da. Harder. More.”

  I gave him what he wanted until it was too much. He drew back with a sharp intake, pulling free from my mouth and panting for air. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he hauled me upright until I was kneeling. He claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss. I spread my hands along his smooth, tattooed skin and finally gripped his shoulders, hanging on for dear life.

  “Shay,” he murmured in between kisses. He grasped the oversized hoodie and my nightgown and dragged them up and over my head. He tossed them over his shoulder, leaving me clad in only a plain pair of cotton undies. Whatever embarrassment I might have felt at being so sorely underdressed for the occasion, I quickly lost when I noticed the way he looked at me. That hungry, needy gaze left me trembling inside.

  “Look at you.” His muscular chest heaved with each breath as he gazed at my nearly naked body. He smiled, his mouth curving slowly as one of his hands reached for me. He traced a line from the dip of my lower neck to the valley between my breasts. His finger traveled to my left nipple, and I inhaled a shuddery breath as he circled my flesh, causing it to pucker and throb.

  Alexei put a knee on the bed and cupped the back of my neck. Holding me at the nape, he titled my head back and skimmed his lips along the curve of my throat. I clutched at him, gripping his incredible biceps as he kissed and nibbled his way down my neck to my breasts. When he latched onto my nipple, I experienced a piercing jolt of delight that left my clitoris throbbing almost painfully.

  He must have known what he was doing to me because his other hand slid down until he gripped the back of my thigh. He forced my thighs apart and pushed his leg between them. The sudden friction of his muscular thigh against the most sensitive part of me was too much. I tried to pull away, but he held me right there, silently daring me to move.

  But I couldn’t. I was too embarrassed to rub against him in the way I wanted most. This was happening so fast, and I was quickly realizing that I was way out of my depth here.

  Alexei’s mouth moved to my other breast. He suckled and grazed his teeth over me while kneading my bottom in his big hands. When Alexei pushed me back on the bed, I pressed my knees together to assuage the pulsing ache between my thighs. He grinned knowingly, his sexy smile making my stomach do wild flips.

  Crawling toward me, he gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my hips. I lifted my bottom to help him, and with one good jerk, he swished them down my legs. Completely n
aked now, I leaned back on my elbows and waited to see what he would do next. He sat back on his heels and idly stroked his shaft. Seeing his hand moving over his cock was a shock to me. He was so comfortable in his skin and seemed wholly unfazed by touching himself like that in front of me.

  “Open your legs, Shay.”

  I gulped and did as instructed, slowly widening my thighs so he could see me.

  He swore under his breath. “Use your fingers. Show me everything, Shay.”

  Fingers trembling, I reached between my legs and parted the lips of my sex. Slick with arousal, I glistened down there. My clitoris throbbed, and I couldn’t help myself. I circled the aching bud with the tip of my finger, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

  Growling in Russian, he abandoned his cock and moved toward me. Dipping his head, he kissed the top of my left foot before skimming his lips up my calf toward my knee. He repeated the same kissing maneuver on my right leg and then peppered light kisses along my thigh up to my hip. His mouth danced across my lower belly, hesitating at my navel where he placed a noisy kiss that made me laugh, and then continued its trek down the curve of my hip and thigh to my left knee.

  His mouth shifted course when he reached my knee. He dragged his tongue along my inner thigh. Lightheaded, I inhaled quick, shuddery breaths as his tongue moved closer and closer to that spot where I was throbbing and aching. I gasped when he swiped the length of my slit. He did it twice more before dotting a kiss right on top of my clitoris.

  The heady sensation he evoked left me clutching at the covers and desperate for air. I wanted him to use his mouth on me even more, but I wasn’t brave enough to ask. This was all too new, and I wasn’t sure what to do or how to do it.

  Alexei continued kissing his way up my body, across my stomach and along my ribcage and didn’t stop until he reached my neck. I could feel his cock rubbing against my belly. Arching into him, I lifted my hips and rocked into him. Alexei groaned and grabbed my wrists in one big hand. He dragged them above my head, pinning them to a pillow, and shoved my legs apart with his knee.

  Suddenly his captive, I experienced the most delightful thrill. Alexei buried his face in my neck and nipped at my sensitive throat. His other hand rode the outline of my body, sliding down my ribcage to my hip before gliding between my thighs. He cupped my pussy and pressed his lips to my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this?”

  I licked my lips and shook my head.

  “Do you know many nights I fucked my own hand while thinking about you?” His fingers traced and then parted my labia. I whimpered when he found my swollen nub and started to strum it ever so slowly. His hand touching me so intimately felt nothing like my own hand, and I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Feel how wet you are?” His fingers slid down even lower and dipped into me. There was no resistance as he carefully probed. One finger slid inside me, curling just a little. His thumb rubbed side to side over my clitoris. It felt so good. My toes curled against the duvet, and I lifted my hips, desperate for more. I was getting close. So close…

  “You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you?”

  Overwhelmed by sensation and unable to speak, I nodded. He grinned that sexy grin of his that made my stomach wobble. Burning up for him, I widened my thighs in a silent plea for him to keep going. I wanted this. I wanted him. Right now. Inside me.

  He reached down and wrapped a hand around his shaft. Dragging the fat head of his cock through my folds, he teased me with the promise of what was to come. Pulsing with desire, I moaned and surged against him, wanting to feel his shaft on my clitoris again. “Please! Alexei!”

  Without a moment’s warning, Alexei thrust forward, slamming into me and sheathing himself right to the hilt. Hissing, I recoiled with the shock of the sharp pain that gripped me.

  Too hard.

  Too fast.

  Too deep.

  Too much.

  “Shay?” Frozen above me, Alexei stared down at me with a panicked expression.

  No, no, no, I thought. Don’t stop now!

  “Please,” I panted. “Don’t.” I tried to catch my breath. “Stop.”

  *

  The moment he surged forward, Alexei had recognized something was different. The unexpected resistance had registered a second too late, but the hiss of pain was impossible to ignore.

  A virgin!

  A fucking virgin?

  Of course.

  It all made sense now. The mixed signals? Her shyness? He should have seen it. He should have been paying more attention.

  Like right now, he thought, glancing at her pained expression.

  I’m hurting her. The taut muscles in her face and neck told him everything. She was in agony right now. He’d been so desperate to finally have her that he had rammed into her without warning.

  Feeling like the worst asshole in the world, he replayed her pained words. “Please! Don’t! Stop!”

  I swore I would never hurt her, but I did.

  Desperate to make this right, Alexei started to withdraw from the unbelievably tight sheath now gripping him, but Shay frowned up at him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she shook her head. “Please don’t stop,” she practically begged. “I want this with you.”

  The tension in his chest eased. He had misunderstood that part at least, but there was no mistaking the signs of pain on her beautiful face. Letting go of her wrists, he caressed her cheek. “I’m hurting you, ptichka.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t care.” She slid her hands along his arms until they rested on his shoulders. “I’ve wanted this just as long as you have.”

  He believed her. She spoke with sincerity. There was no denying their mutual attraction or desire, but it shouldn’t have happened like this.

  Ashamed of how selfish he had been, he leaned down and captured her mouth with loving, tender kisses. She deserved better than this, to be rushed and used so roughly. If he’d known—if she had told him that she had no experience with men—he would have taken his time with her.

  Watching her face, he slid forward only an inch or so and then retreated. She winced, and he froze again. Was this the right thing to do? Should he stop altogether? Should he keep going? He didn’t know much about virgins. In fact, he had always gone out of his way to avoid them. There was too much responsibility involved. If he fucked this up tonight, Shay would be cheated of a wonderful experience.

  So don’t fuck it up. Go easy. Trust her to tell you what she needs.

  “Should I keep going? Do you want to stop and try again later?”

  “It’s not that bad.” She placed her hand against his cheek in a reassuring gesture. “I promise, Alexei. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just…different.” Her eyes closed for a moment and a smile flitted across her face. “A very good different.”

  He skimmed his lips along her jaw. He couldn’t get enough of her soft skin. His hand moved along her neck and across her collarbone before slipping down to her breast. He marveled at her silky skin and the dark puckered flesh of her nipple. Unable to help himself, he suckled her gently. Almost instantly, he felt her pussy clamping down on his cock. His breath escaped his lungs on a rushed exhalation as he reveled in that wild sensation. He did it again, suckling harder this time and even biting down just a bit.

  “Alexei!” Shay rocked against him. Her pussy fluttered around his dick, and he thought he might die in that moment. Heart racing, mouth dry, he kissed her again, tasting her sweet mouth and wishing they could stay like this forever.

  More relaxed, Shay lifted her legs and hooked them at the small of his back, crossing her ankles and anchoring herself to him. The shift in angle felt amazing for him. By the look of wonder reflected in her eyes, it felt pretty damn good for her too. He couldn’t believe how wet she was now. He was able to thrust without even the slightest bit of drag.

  Shifting his weight to one knee, he trailed his fingertips from her hairline to her lips. He outlined her mouth and then pressed his fin
gers to her pout. “Lick.”

  Always a good girl, she followed his order and flicked her tongue over his skin. He kissed the tip of her nose and then lowered his now slick fingers to the place where their bodies met. He framed her clit between them and rubbed slowly while thrusting into her. He didn’t go very deep or very hard. He took his time, moving with leisurely strokes and kissing her over and over again.

  He wasn’t sure if she would be able to come like his. He had always heard that it wasn’t very good for women the first few times. Not wanting her to associate pain or disappointment with him, Alexei was determined to try to help her find pleasure with him.

  But, fuck, it was hard to hold back. Everything about this coupling was different. He’d never been this excited in his life, not even his first time. Beneath him, Shay started to move. Her body was tense now but for a different reason. She gripped his shoulder and hip, her short nails digging into his skin. She was so damn tight and wet and hot and—blyad!

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  He suddenly realized why this felt better than it ever had. In their rush to bed, he had broken his only sex rule. He never fucked without a condom. Until now. He had always been careful, fearing an unwanted pregnancy or disease.

  Pull out. A small and very responsible voice in the back of his head urged caution, but then Shay gripped the back of his neck and dragged him down for a kiss that made his damn toes curl. His self-control imploded in that moment.

  He felt that familiar buzzing sensation building at the base of his spine. Too fast. Too soon. But he couldn’t stop it. Not when Shay started rocking her hips to meet his measured thrusts. Pressing her forehead to his, she whispered his name again and again. “Alexei. Alexei. Alexei.”

  Hearing her breathing his name like that broke him. Thrusting deep, he came so damn hard his vision started to dim. His entire body trembled with the aftershocks as wave after wave of incredible pleasure gripped him. Shay’s thighs tightened around his waist, almost as if she were determined to hold him prisoner. Desperate to eke out the last few moments of incredible sensation, he rolled his hips, thrusting shallow and fast until ever last drop of cum had been milked out of him.