by Raven Scott
“It’s so sexy when you get all self righteous, Oppie.”
Sascha’s purr in my ear rose the fine hairs on my cheek as shocks swirled down my neck. Kissing the crest, he tugged my arm into his lap, and my lips parted in a gasp.
“When we get back to Moscow, let’s go back to your parent’s house.”
Sascha had cancelled his class today to spend time with me; who was I to say ‘no’ then, let alone in this moment. Tilting my head as his curved lips caressed my cheek, I hummed softly in agreement. “After the past few days… I would really like that.” Gulping down the lump in my throat, I caught Sascha’s dark, glistening eyes. My chest tightened with guilt and regret. I licked my lips heavily. “I’m sorry— about last night. About all of it.”
“Apology accepted. Now that the worst is over, let’s talk about what to do next. It’s three hours to Moscow.”
My lips twitched in a smile before I leaned in. Our kiss was soft and beautiful, as Sascha cupped my face to suck in a sharp breath. His tongue slipped between my teeth, a promise balancing on the tip as it wrapped around mine. I savored his taste, holding my pleasure close to my heart.
Finally, he pulled back to rub my jaw with his thumb. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Ophelia. I knew you’d bounce back.”
19
Ophelia
“Why didn’t you bring this with you when you moved out?” Sascha twirled the fishing pole around loosely. “You said you found it in your old room.”
Turning while my brows furrowed, I replied, “I left it here intentionally because it made me feel like my parents were bigoted idiots more than I already thought they were.”
He smiled fondly, eyes flickering to me.
I leaned on my elbows on the counter. “So—um—can we pretend the past week just didn’t happen?”
“We have all weekend to pretend the outside world doesn’t exist.” Sauntering across the kitchen, Sascha held my gaze and set the blue fishing pole on the island. He braced his arms on either side of me. “I don’t blame you for being stressed, Ophelia. It happens, and some situations are worse than others. Feeling guilty is okay as that means you acknowledge the severity of your troubles.”
Flames licked my cheeks, and a small smile tilted my lips. “I blame me more than enough for the both of us, Sascha.” He was so close the amber flecks in his eyes glimmered brightly. My confession earned me a soft sucking of his teeth, his body heat seeping through my clothes. Reaching to finger the buttons on his shirt, I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. “I didn’t handle this very well. You may not blame me for being stressed, but you should blame me for how I reacted.”
“Oppie… I blame you for making the mistake of not telling me what’s been bothering you. Everything else was out of your control, but not that. So, lying by omission is all I can truly blame you for.”
I winced despite his gentle tone, my throat tightening at the brilliant earnestness of his gaze.
“You will get through this, Ophelia and I’m glad to just help you when and if you need me.”
“I love you, Sascha.” Craning my neck, I grasped Sascha’s waist firmly. His kiss sent my heart racing, parting my legs in invitation as my horribly tight muscles eased for the first time in days. “It’ll probably take him a long, long time to let go of his dignity…”
“Yeah, probably. You know… now that no one lives here, I actually kinda like this house.” Big hands grabbed my ass, pushing a gasp from my throat as Sascha hauled me into his arms.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I hummed suggestively as excitement trickled through my veins.
His smirk was wicked and sexy as he nodded to himself. “I really like that sofa. And we haven’t even gotten to the bathrooms yet.”
“Should I keep the place? As, like… a getaway.” To be honest, I wanted nothing more than to demolish this house, but redecorating could be fun too.
Swaggering into the hallway that led to the vast living room, Sascha pulled a thoughtful face at my probing. “We can move in together…”
My heart thudded hard as anxiety gripped me in its vice.
Expectancy flooded Sascha’s eyes as he kicked open the sliding door to the living area without breaking eye contact. “You have this huge place and no one to tell you not to do whatever you want with it. It’s a big house… the only reason we haven’t moved in together is because we both wanted our own space. If you really wanted to, I’m sure we could avoid each other easily, too.”
I paused. “Um, c-can I think about it a little? I don’t know if I want to find out if paint isn’t enough to make me able to tolerate this place.”
“Of course. I’ve only seen three rooms, so we can both do a little searching. Right now, we’re gonna search this sofa for lint.”
Giggling as Sascha jostled us on the couch, I ran my fingers through his hair. Holding himself above me, his expression softened with tenderness.
So gently, he reached to stroke my cheek. “I love you, Ophelia. I would still love it if you’d wear the ring I bought you.”
I licked my lips heavily. “Maybe not until I offer without the fear of death looming over me.” My cheek twitched as I fought a frown.
Sascha’s brows now furrowed in concern.
“I shouldn’t have said that then, or for that reason. No one is more important to me than you, Sascha.” Arching slightly at the discomfort wedging between my shoulder blades, I rolled both my lips between my teeth.
“I’d marry you if you let me, you stubborn, terrible woman. We don’t have to get married to spend the rest of our lives together, Oppie. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I’m humbled by everything you are.”
“You shouldn’t be a sidekick… relationships are supposed to be equal.”
“Ah, yes. But I’m a little too old to be kickin’ ass and I’m not that good at it, anyway. Best leave that to the professional.” Ducking to nibble my chin, Sascha’s beard tickled my skin. White teeth grazed my pulse point, his lips curling in a smile. “This time, it won’t be quick.”
Heat burrowed deep in my abdomen and my knees tightened against his sides. Gasping when Sascha trailed fire down my neck, I fiddled with his shirt buttons with trembling fingers. My core pulsed with desire, and he licked and kissed my throat with hungry grumbles. Rolling his shirt back to reveal broad shoulders, I arched into his mouth. Roaming his shoulders and back with clammy palms, my arms blanketed in goosebumps.
Sascha didn’t have rock hard muscles; he was someone that could be handled, not clung to. Reaching down to grab his ass, a groan escaped me when he ground his bulge against me. He gasped, sucking the heat from my skin, as I squeezed and he pulled back to gaze at me with eyes sparkling with need. “I like your ass, Sascha. It’s better than mine.” Rolling us onto his back, I straddled Sascha’s waist to roll my hips.
He smirked, his beard ruffling as his fingers slipped under my thick, three day old shirt. “It’s a good thing I don’t take offense to that. Your tits are better than mine.” Pulling off my shirt completely, Sascha palmed my waist and licked his lips heavily. “Are you gonna let me see them, or just tease me with this pretty, purple bra?” Pushing himself onto his elbows, he cocked a brow insistently.
“Did you spend all that time praising me just for a nip slip?” Rolling my eyes, I crawled off the sofa to crook my finger at him. “Fine, sit up. Since you did a great job cheering me up, I guess I can make up the last few days of being a bitch.”
“You’re so good to me, Oppie…” Grabbing my wrist, Sascha tugged me back to his chest. “But I’d rather have your ass on my cock than in my face.”
20
Ophelia
Grinding against the throbbing juncture between my legs, Sascha braced his arms on either side of my head. His lips trailed fire up my neck to capture my own, as a shiver of delight skittered down my spine. Enjoying the feel of him, the friction of the coarse hairs on his chest tickling my breasts, a moan bubbled up from deep in my chest. M
y lips parted without prompting as I caressed his back and sides with greedy palms. Sascha’s thick, hot cock separated only by a thin layer of lace taunted me. We rocked in sync, hearts slamming against each other between even thinner layers of sweat. He wasn’t young anymore, but he’d always satisfied me and more.
Maybe it was because I’d never been with another man, but Sascha was perfect for me in every way. I didn’t want to be with another man. No… I physically can’t be with another man.
His taste invaded my senses as his tongue wrapped around mine and I released all my thoughts into the dusky pink cloud that hazed my mind. Gliding my palms down his back, I squeezed his ass to tilt my hips and lose myself in him. He was firm, but not hard ‒ soft, but not dainty ‒ muscular, but not disgustingly so ‒ and he still had a better ass than me.
I could feel Sascha’s impatience under my skin, buzzing like electricity as he lifted himself onto clammy palms. Gasping at the rush of cold air breezing down my sternum, I arched sharply. Goosebumps pocked my legs when Sascha pinned them down to shuffle over them. The sinewy muscles in his arms and chest flexed faintly when I managed to crack open my eyes and my mouth watered. Need gripped my stomach and throat in a vice, the thick hairs on his thighs burning my sides.
The weight of him was comfortable. I reached to pump Sascha’s glorious cock as hunger twisted my insides and clouded my eyes. Licking the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, my moan and his gasp danced together in the air. The bridge of my nose tingled as I sucked his heavy sac lightly. High above me, Sascha flopped his head back, gripping the back ledge of the sofa tightly.
Pausing my hand to spit, I pinched the head of his cock lightly between my thumb and forefinger. The soft planes of Sascha’s chest rippled in pleasure as I palmed the flushed length of his cock. His heady taste coated all of my mouth while he thrust his hips as he sputtered gutturally. Grazing my teeth down, I savored the taste of him on the roof of my mouth.
Reaching back, Sascha worked his hand under my thong, lifting my ass when the fabric strained. Kicking off my panties, I focused entirely on slathering his cock. Here, in this moment, it was just us, and no one could pop the bubble encasing us.
Wrapping my lips around the mushroom head of his cock, I groaned as the bead balancing on the tip coated my inner cheeks. Sascha’s gasp was music beyond the blood drumming in my ears. His thick leg hairs rubbed my nipples raw when he thrust into my mouth. Gagging slightly when he bumped the back of my mouth, I closed my eyes as my tongue wrapped around him.
“Fuck— Ophelia!“
Groaning softly around his shaft, I spread my legs wide as Sascha’s growl reverberated through me. He set a deep pace, his cock curving down the curve of my throat. My body strained and I squeezed my eyes shut as tiny tears hung off my eyelashes. He hissed as he pulled back and I coughed roughly. “God— you’re so great at that.” He smiled. Capturing my lips, he slid down to nestle between my thighs.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted my hips eagerly. “I mean I’m not complaining.”
“I love you…stop talking.”
Smiling tenderly, I opened my mouth for Sascha’s sweet invasion. He was beautiful, strong in ways I could never be, and the past week had just proven how lucky I am. Lovely shivers gripped my spine and I cupped his face as his tongue tangled around my own. My heart rampaged in my chest against the beat of his, so furious and strong.
The wetness of my saliva on his cock was a glue between my folds as my knees tightened around his waist. Moaning softly as Sascha ground against me, I grasped his shoulders tight. This was it, this moment of anticipation as he drew back his hips— as his kiss stalled, his tongue still as it clung to mine.
Reaching between us to poise at my quivering entrance, Sascha clasped his fingers on my crown in preparation. My breath quickened, and I whimpered with unbridled need. Whispering my name with his deep, rough timbre, he pressed his cheek against mine as he eased into my channel. The bulbous head of his cock sent shocks down my legs to curl my toes. Just this act was enough to roll my eyes back.
He gasped harshly above the blood roaring in my ears.
“A—ah…” Locking my ankles against the small of Sascha’s back, I tangled my fingers in his hair to draw us even closer. “Sascha…”
“Ophelia…”
His cock stretched my walls, reaching deep as his hips grated my own. I writhed in pleasure, the mist in my mind spreading down as it flooded my veins. Goosebumps blanketed my skin, sweat pooling between my breasts trickling back down to my neck. Undulating around his length, I reveled in the feeling of his hairs sticking to my body.
The emotion of him and me, of us together— clogged my throat. Sascha pulled back to set a deep, easy pace. Friction burned my core, the pressure building in my abdomen. Trembling from the force of it, I clenched hard, as Sascha grunted and strained. Biting my bottom lip, I struggled not to release the energy building in my belly.
Pushing himself onto his arms, Sascha ground his teeth as his lip curled in excitement.
Through cracked eyelids, I was overcome with how gorgeous he was in this suspended moment.
Sascha panted harshly as he tilted his hips, sitting back on his knees to grip my waist. Short, sharp nails dug into my flesh, as I pulled my knees back to grapple my thighs. Grunting with the effort of his thrusts, Sascha tossed his head back to breath harshly. The slap of skin on skin echoed in my ears, rhythmic and hard and I clamped down on him tightly.
“That’s my woman…” Growling roughly, Sascha jerked his hips sharply.
I yelped loudly. His beard bristled as he smirked wickedly. Squeezing his cock as I lost myself in him, I grabbed his wrists tightly. Arching sharply, my heels dragged against the couch cushion— the only thing keeping me in place was his hands. Wave after wave of euphoria slammed into me, sloshing through my chest and up behind my eyes. “Fuck— fuck. I’m—“ Air caught in my throat, and my lips parted in a silent cry. Shivers gripped my spine in a vice, prickles strafing my sternum; the sensations of our togetherness reaching all the way to my toenails.
“Yesss— Ophelia!” Sascha’s groan caressed my brain as he thrust slow and shallow while he strained. Fingers flexed against my grip as he emptied himself inside me with a strangled gasp. Panting furiously, he pulled out of my quivering channel.
I struggled to wade through the thick pleasure dulling my mind. “T-that w-was great.” My murmur wasn’t more than a wheeze, my sigh satisfied. Letting his wrists go, I could barely uncurl my fingers. “I love you, Sascha.”
Sascha practically threw himself onto the sofa as he gathered me up to his front. “I love you, too, Ophelia. How long you figure we have of peace?”
Licking my dry lips, I inhaled sharply through my nose. Shuffling my legs over Sascha’s, my knees bent as he tucked his thighs against my ass. This peace, specifically… we had about four minutes. Then I’d have to pee. That’s not what he’s asking about, though. “Three weeks minimum… 6 max. Why?” Sascha’s beard tickled my shoulder as he nuzzled my cheek. Security, happiness, and satisfaction thickened my blood, as I flexed my toes lazily.
“That’s about as long as I think it’ll take for you to think about having this every day. Even if you don’t keep this house, I’m sure as shit keeping this couch.”
Oh, yes…Sascha had mentioned a few times how much he liked this sofa. Which was ironic considering it had never been used when my family was around.
21
Sascha
“I can’t hear you singing in the shower— it’s unsettling.”
Twisting as Ophelia sauntered into the bathroom, I arched a brow quizzically.
“If you sing louder, though, it won’t be as beautiful.” She grinned at me.
“Well, it’s not like my students will appreciate my talent.”
She kept smiling simply because we both knew I had a shit voice.
I couldn’t actually stop myself from it, though. All my life, I
’d sung in the shower. My mother encouraged it, and she never told me I was terrible.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay here all day?” she asked.
“Yeah. You’re gonna work, so I might as well work, too. I’m gonna uncover a huge conspiracy, remember? It’s not gonna uncover itself. What if Malda’s right, and Erik’s up to something? I have to find out what that is.”
Honestly, I didn’t have a reply to this, so I busied myself with combing my beard. Ophelia would now start talking to herself, that’s how these things usually went.
“I have a few theories. Number one: if he got rid of everyone else, Aleksander would have less people to choose from. While he doesn’t need traditional advisors, having them around is useful. Number two: Erik’s trying to pin everything on Aleksi without seeming obvious about it, which means he has a reason to and I have to figure that out. Number three—”
“What if it’s the other way around?” Throwing out my own question, I turned back to the mirror to run my hand through my hair. “You know Erik’s capable of this, but what do you really know about Aleksi? What if he’s just pretending to be a sniveling bitch?”
She paused for a second. “… I guess I’ll have to find out. According to his social media, emails, all that stuff, Aleksi isn’t really the definition of a spoiled teenager, but he’s got his quirks. I’d like to talk to him, but that will never happen, not while it counted. Would be nice, but you know how much people lie to wriggle out of situations they’re uncomfortable with… like bad grades they can’t hide from their parents and stuff.”
