by BWWM Crew
“I don’t know that I want you to be gentle, Demitri.”
He was next to her and his hands pulled her towards him in seconds. It was the best permission he had ever heard. He pushed her down into the soft cushioned booth and pressed his body against hers. Tasha’s thighs opened and his hips pushed between them. It was like a switch had been turned on and Tasha did not know if had been wise to switch it. His body and hands were everywhere. She was pressed between softness beneath her and hardness above.
Her panties did nothing to dispel the feel of him between her legs. Whimpering against him, her legs wound around his waist with her core burning against his length. He thrust against her, much like before with her driving lesson. But it was more intense then, only thin barriers between their most intimate parts. The constant rubbing was pushing her closer to an end she had been waiting for forever it seemed.
Tasha’s head went to the side as his mouth devoured her throat and moved lower to the top of her dress. His tongue was just inches from her diamond-tipped nipples, her back arched to offer him more. Her brown eyes slid open and she was afforded an upside down, sideways glance underneath the table. She could see the legs of one of the workers and her thighs tightened around him, stopping his movement for a moment.
“Is there anywhere more private we could go?”
Another growl and then a hiss from Demitri before he moved back. He pulled himself up and looked down at her splayed thighs and the bright red lace peeping out from between them. Her eyes were glazed and her lips pursed in need. He helped her up and took her below, where he had wanted to take her from the very beginning.
Chapter 8
As he closed the door, he turned around to find Tasha moving back towards the large bed in the middle of the room. He met her before she could reach it and his hands immediately went to the bottom hem of her dress. Pulling it over her head, he gasped when her body came in view. “So beautiful.”
His lips met hers as his fingers worked the bindings holding her from him free. Her large breasts swayed with the freedom and he was quick to fondle and then reach down to take one hardened tip into his mouth. Biting gently on the flesh, his tongue quickly soothed her. She held his head in place with a strong grip on his thick dark brown hair. She gasped and wiggled against him. Tasha needed more and she was soon pushing him lower, to the part of her that was begging for attention. “Please, Demitri.”
He pulled her panties down with a jerk and a sharp intake of breath from her. His mouth came close and his breath on her was hot and unnerving. His tongue came out for a tentative taste and her knees almost buckled.
Demitri did it again and groaned with the sweet taste. His hands pushed her back onto the bed until her legs hung over the side and she was wide open for his pleasure. He pulled his jacket off and then his button up shirt underneath. There was a struggle with his tie and then his buttons as he popped several off in his excitement. Tasha took in his hard chest and ridged abs. The dark hair on his chest followed an invisible trail to what she desired most. She waited for his pants to come off, to see what she truly wanted to see, but he stopped and came towards her.
Sliding between her legs on his knees, Demitri pulled her closer, her calves resting on his shoulders as she opened up fully to him. The pink gash called to him and his finger moved forward to feel her wetness. Her little nubbin was out and when he touched her there, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. His tongue replaced his digit and then his hands were occupied with holding her still. When he latched onto her wantonness with his lips, her body became wild, her hips trying to buck him off. It was just too much and within a minute, she was shooting clear fluid into his mouth.
Demitri sucked and licked until her thighs crushed the sides of his head to dispel him. “Fuck, Demitri, stop!”
He finally let her go and she sank back into the bed, her legs left to dangle over the edge. Her body jerked once every so often as another wave of pleasure overcame her. Demitri wanted to touch her, to continue the orgasm, but instead he stood up to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. When he was completely exposed, his body moved back to her. Tasha was sitting up and her hand went to take him.
The silken rod felt so smooth and steely underneath her playing fingers. He groaned as he touched her and then tried to push her back to push inside of her. The driving need was stopped with her mouth opening to accept his head, engulfing him in her hot mouth. When Tasha’s tongue ran underneath his cock, he surged forward, taking her by surprise and making her gag on the sudden entrance. She suckled hard and her hands went to cup his tightening balls.
“Stop, Tasha. I'm going to come if you don’t.”
Her eyes flashed upwards, liking the sound of it. She started to pull him out of her mouth and right before he was completely free of her hunger, she moved forward and pushed him back down to hit the back of her throat. Her muscles contracted around his cockhead, making him growl. He ground against her face, pushing himself as deep as her body would allow. It wasn’t enough though. He wanted to feel her tightness.
Grasping her shoulders, he pulled out of her searching hole. She whimpered with the loss and her heavy lids fluttered open. His hands pushed her back into the bed and yanked her body further up. That time when he pressed his body down to her and covered her, his thick cock wedged against her opening, splitting her lips wide to accept him. He was positioned perfectly in seconds and Tasha braced herself for his entry. She could feel the heaviness of him and waited for the pressure that she needed.
Her hips squirmed underneath him until he finally started to move against her. He made sure not to penetrate, just to rub up and down her slit with his cock. She whimpered and raised her hips up, trying to impale herself, almost gasping in need. “Please, Demitri!”
It seemed to be what he was waiting for. He surged forward, taking her breath away. His thickness pushed deep into her silken folds, stretching every inch of her unused tightness. Demitri grunted and gritted his teeth to the suffocation. He cursed under his breath in Russian and the sound sent Tasha over the edge. She was convulsing around him, her body shaking underneath him as she screamed out her climax. His name was like music to his ears, and he ground harder, pushing deeper. He was lost in her desire, his own threatening to bubble over.
Demitri pulled out in a rush, staring down at his steaming wet cock, slick from her juices. Tasha rolled over to her stomach, sticking her ass up high in the air. Her hand went between her legs, rubbing the sensitive skin, pushing herself to squirt again, while she beckoned him forward with the sight. His hands gripped her waist hard, his hands white-knuckled as he tried to maintain his quickly-slipping control. He watched her fingers rub and he pushed against her opening.
She moaned as she pushed back against him, her body seeking out more of his fat cock. Then he was in her, slamming in with all his might. It pushed her forward and hit a place no one had ever been to before, deep inside of her. She screamed out into the mattress that her face was pressed into. Demitri had lost anything close to control and started to thrust inside of her hard and fast. He could feel her exploding underneath him as he fucked her relentlessly.
Tasha saw stars behind her closed eyes. Each time he filled her, she thought she would implode and each time he left her, she was emptier than she had even been in her life. Every stroke of his cock fulfilled her and she had to have more, needed to feel his own completion inside of her. Her hands moved on the top of her clit, desperate to spiral out of control once more and she was so close. Then she was there at the abyss, free-falling downwards.
His hands lifted her up and he pulled her to him over and over again. He was like a machine and she was soon begging him to come, to fill her full of his seed. Demitri grabbed her shoulders for more leverage as he pushed her hard against the mattress. There was nowhere else he could go, no depths of her that had not been filled full.
Finally she felt his molten hot seed filling her depths, splashing against her womb. He throbbed inside of her for seve
ral minutes, her own walls crashing around him as each spasm of pleasure took over. Finally she stilled, though she still squeezed him every now and then. His cock was finally removed and he watched their mixed pleasure ooze down her inner thigh. Her body slumped down to the bed onto her side, her chest heaving in need.
Demitri lay next to her, pulling her closer to his body. She barely moved as he kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck from behind. Her heartbeat slowed and she was fast asleep against him almost immediately. Demitri was left to watch her sleep and feel her warm body against his. He had a painful hard-on mere minutes after she was asleep and he too finally found slumber, though his cock was still wedged against her body, in dire need of more.
Chapter 9
Tasha woke up suddenly from the sound of her phone going off. It was eight o’ clock and that was usually when she would get Jonell up and have breakfast. Her eyes popped open with the warm body next to her and the stiffness pushed between her thighs. Tasha froze, her eyes fixed on the window showing ocean and blue skies. The night before slammed back to her and she closed her eyes to the memory. Her phone stopped making noise, but she was afraid to move. It was clear what was resting against her slit, pressed between her thighs. She did not want to wake the sleeping beast. Her thighs pressed together unconsciously with the thought of him inside of her again.
The movement roused the man and the first thing he did was push his hips against her, his cock jerked on her puffy lips. He groaned and kissed her shoulder. She had been afraid that he would not want her again, but at that moment, she was afraid he would. The soreness was more present and each time he rubbed against her, it reminded her of the raw state of her lady parts. She gasped, but her body betrayed her by moving her ass a little higher, lining him up to push inside of her slowly.
It felt different that time. It was not a mind-shattering fuck, but something else. His rod pushed deep and stayed still, waiting for her to move back against him in desperate need. She finally did and she was rewarded with another slow stroke inside of her. He drove her mad with his lips and hips, his cock’s slow moving need pushed her to a new level of pleasure. The build-up was slow and when they both released together, Tasha almost fell back asleep against him.
There was a knock on the door and then Demitri was up and getting dressed, leaving her naked and cold in the bed. “I have work, Tasha, and you have to go home to your son.” His words reminded her and she too was pulling on her clothes with rubber appendages. Her eyes followed his as his tight body was taken away from her. She wanted to pout, her lips starting to.
Demitri smiled and went to her, his hands cupping her face, his lips insistent of his words. She wanted to stay, but he was right. It was time to go back to reality and she missed her son, having not stayed many nights away from him.
“Tasha. There was one thing I forgot to give you last night.” She turned around and stared at the crab dangling in his hand. She reached for it and checked the back for the engraving. She half thought he had found her one like it, but it read the same inscription as it always did. “Always loved.”
Tears welled up in her eyes and she fought back the urge to shed them, her eyes blinking them away. Her arms went around his neck and she hugged him hard. Finally she pulled away and kissed him with tear-stained lips. “Thank you, Demitri. How did you…?”
“Anything for you, Tasha. Anything.”
***
“My, my, my. Look at you!”
Tasha blushed as she walked in the door. Maya was making breakfast and Jonell was sitting in his booster seat, waiting. His little chubby hands came out, reaching for her. Tasha picked him up and held him close to convince herself that he had not grown up in the eighteen hours that she was gone. Even still her motherly instinct couldn't help but make her feel a little guilty, no matter how great of a sitter she knew Maya was.
“Thanks for watching him, Maya. Did you guys have fun?”
She directed her question to her son and his brown eyes smiled up at her. He shook his head and told her about their night in halting sentences. Tasha just laughed and felt renewed. Something had happened last night on Demetri’s boat and she was sure it was love. The feeling was suffocating and beautiful, yet it scared her. What if he didn’t feel the same way? Her hands went to her neck, feeling the tiny crab in her hands. It wasn’t worth much as far as monetary concerns, but he had given her back the most precious gift that she could have thought of.
“Oh my God, did the police find it?” Maya noticed her necklace in her hands.
“No, Demitri did. Isn’t that crazy? I don’t know how he did it, but he brought it back to me because he said he knew how much it meant to me.”
Maya stared for a moment, secretly wishing that her boyfriend would do something even remotely sweet for her. None of the boyfriends she had ever had cared that much. The look on Tasha’s face planted a seed of awareness and Maya started to wonder if she needed to change the way she looked at dating.
“He sounds perfect, so when do we meet him?”
Tasha shook her head. She didn’t know if she was ready for that. She still didn’t know enough about him for him to meet Jonell. She had to make sure that he would never leave her first. She couldn’t take all of that again, and not matter how young Jonell was didn't want to put him through something like that. Tasha had to make sure it was real for him too. She was smitten, but that didn’t mean that he was. She had to keep reminding herself that it had only been two dates and one incredible night.
Chapter 10
“Tasha? What did you say Demitri’s last name was?”
“Ostvolv or something like that, why?”
Alice shook her blonde head and slid a paper over to her. It had been almost a week since Tasha had heard from him and she was starting to think she never would again. She didn’t know where he lived or much else about him. All she knew was that she missed him and then her heart broke. There on the front page of the paper was her Demitri. He was covering his face while the police led him away in handcuffs. There was another picture of him in the police car, as well as a picture of his car being towed.
“Billionaire heir to a Russian fortune, Demitri Ostvolv was arrested Thursday night as the ringleader of an illegal ‘dust’ drug enterprise.”
Tasha’s hand shook and she looked up at her friend. “Oh my God!”
“I know, can you believe he has that much money!”
Tasha wasn’t thinking of the money. She was thinking of the fact that she was in love with a drug kingpin. Her eyes kept reading, learning about the murder charges that had been filed over an overdose death. Her heart was breaking and she didn’t think she could breathe. He had been arrested the same day they had last seen each other. With everything going on in her head, for some reason the thought she kept going to was that he had not had a chance to call her.
She felt numb after she read the report. She didn’t know what to say or what to do. Tasha wanted to see him, to ask him why he didn’t tell her. Why he let her fall in love with him, knowing he was just going to break her heart in the end anyways? It all just seemed so suddenly unfair and Tasha did not know what to say. She felt like a fool and she wished she had never gushed about him. Now she just felt like an idiot, like a love-struck fool.
“What are you going to do, Tasha?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. What is there to do? I can’t have a man like that around Jonell, so it doesn’t matter what I felt about him.”
Even as she said the words, she knew it was true. It was true that even if she could get over the fact of his bad business, she could never be with him because of her son. Tasha tried to keep him away from that sort of thing and she certainly couldn’t marry him or be with him in a real relationship. She mourned what could have been and the most perfect night she had ever had in her thirty years on the planet. Tasha needed time to mourn the man.
***
Demitri bonded out as soon as bond was set. His lawyer beat him to the jail, as Rusco had called hi
m in. Though he was there waiting with an open check, it still took almost three hours to book him and release him. The cops were taking their time, stalling so the rest of the squad could ransack his house looking for evidence from the warrant they had talked a judge into signing.
Demitri said nothing, refusing to answer any questions. At the CCTV arraignment, he pled not guilty and bond was set at half a million dollars. He smirked at the amount and he was out as soon as booking was finished. It was a ridiculous amount, but at least they had let him out. The prosecutor had tried to argue that he was a flight risk, especially since he had a dual residency in Russia.
The bond made his life miserable. He was not able to leave the country, even to go home to Russia. The Feds watched his every move. He had nothing in his possession involved with the dust business, because he had never known about it until a week ago. Demitri had spent all that time making sure that his family and employees were as far away from that as possible. He was not sure how they had come to him, but when he heard that his uncle had been caught with several pounds of the deadly synthetic, he had testified that Demitri was the boss and he was just a lackey. Demitri’s lawyer tried to assure him that it would all work out, but he was not so sure.
