Dimitri

by Roxie Rivera

  "Oh!" I moaned as he penetrated me, first with one finger and then two. My slick nectar eased his thrusting fingers. I nearly shot up off the bed when he found that spongy spot along my inner wall and rubbed it. Only the restraints kept me in place.

  He chuckled ominously. "I think we've found something new to play with, Benny."

  "Oh no," I pleaded. "Oh god! I can't, Dimitri. No more."

  "I'll decide when you've had enough."

  And then his mouth returned to my clit. The fingers inside me pumped my G-spot while his tongue circled and fluttered over the swollen bud. I shrieked as the exquisite agony of his wicked torment gripped me. My orgasm punched the air right out of my lungs and left me breathless and panting and desperate for mercy.

  Dazed by the power of it, I shuddered atop the bed and only vaguely realized Dimitri had slipped off the bed. When he returned, I managed to focus on his ridiculously handsome face. He rolled a condom onto his impressive cock and scooted between my parted thighs.

  He was so hard he didn't even have to guide himself inside me. The second our bodies were aligned, he thrust forward roughly, sheathing his dick deep inside my slick, hot channel. I whimpered at the sudden invasion of his massive cock. Stretched and filled, it took me a moment to acclimate to the feel of Dimitri buried inside me.

  As if we had all the time in the world, he took me with long, deep and measured strokes. I wanted so desperately to touch him. My mind on the fritz, I finally uttered the only word I could remember. "Red."

  Dimitri stiffened and stopped instantly. Concern twisted his features. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

  "No." I shook my head. "I want to touch you. Let me loose."

  His face relaxed. "Not yet," he murmured and thrust up into me again.

  I cried out as his hips snapped faster and faster. His hands roamed my naked body. He pinched and teased and kneaded my curves until I was practically sobbing with desire. My arousal reached a fever pitch as he gripped my ankles and fucked me harder and faster than I'd ever experienced. The bed shook beneath us and our bodies slapped together, the staccato noise of skin against skin competing with our ragged breaths.

  Like a maestro plucking his violin, Dimitri reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb. The quick stimulation sent me careening into another climax, this one so strong I thought for sure I would die.

  I hadn't even come down from the heights of ecstasy when I heard the rip of the cuffs separating. Dimitri fell forward against me, our bodies making total contact, and crashed his lips into mine. His passionate kisses made my toes curl. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pressed my cheek to his and held on tight as he drove into me with such force, his long, hard cock stroking all the right places.

  "Benny!" He groaned my name, his voice pained and husky as he climaxed. Shuddering in my arms, he jerked against me, spilling his seed into the latex sheath covering him. I held tight, never wanting to let go of my big, sexy Russian, and wished the moment would never end.

  *

  Feeling relaxed but still trying to catch his breath, Dimitri pushed up on his palms and gazed down into Benny's gorgeous face. He captured her mouth in a loving kiss. Their tongues danced as he tangled his fingers in her hair. He couldn't get enough of her sweet pout.

  Making love to her had been even better than his fantasies. Now he just had to figure out a way to convince her that things between them could work. More than anything, he feared she would pull away from him and think of a million reasons why they couldn't be together. She was a young woman who had lost every member of her family but her brother—and he was quickly disappearing from her life, too. Dimitri noticed the way she erected walls around herself to keep from getting hurt.

  But it wouldn't work on him. Even if he had to do it brick by brick, he'd tear down those walls with his bare hands before he let her push him away.

  Reluctantly, he separated from her. She whimpered and he worried that he'd hurt her with his rough, fast thrusts there at the end. When she reached for him, he realized it wasn't physical discomfort making her ache but emotional. Instead of taking care of necessities, he rolled onto his back and dragged her into his arms.

  He stroked the soft skin of her back and brushed his lips against her forehead. "You were amazing, Benny."

  She sighed and snuggled a bit closer. "You were amazing. I had no idea it could be like that."

  He started to tell her that it would always be like this but decided he was getting ahead of himself. He'd only just managed to coax her into his bed. Ambushing her with the admission that he'd been pining for her so long was bound to make things…uncomfortable.

  Rather than let their night take a turn for the awkward, Dimitri gently pressed her onto her back and examined her wrists. They were a little red because she'd twisted and pulled so hard as she came. "Do these hurt?"

  "No."

  "Your ankles?" He sat up to inspect them next.

  "Fine."

  Considering her petite frame, he said, "I'll pick up some lined cuffs for the next time."

  He realized his mistake the moment he'd uttered aloud his thought. She glanced at him with a mix of wonder and uncertainty on her face. He figured it was a positive sign she hadn't immediately refused to consider a next time. Maybe she wouldn't be so averse to turning their friendship into something deeper and more intimate.

  Dimitri kissed her breast and then her hip. "I'll be right back. Don't move."

  With a tired but happy sigh, she rolled onto her belly and stretched out her limbs. He stood next to the bed and enjoyed the sight of her naked body in his bed. The reality was a thousand times better than the dirty dreams he'd enjoyed for the last year.

  Needing to feel Benny pressed against him, he hurried into the bathroom. When he returned, she hadn't moved. He thought maybe she'd fallen asleep but she lifted her head and dazzled him with a sleepy, satisfied smile. God, what he wouldn’t do to see her smiling like that every day!

  Tugging on the top drawer of his bedside table, he grabbed another condom and tossed it onto his pillow. Soon enough, he would need it. He slid back into bed with Benny and swept aside the silky strands of her long hair to bare her neck. She mewled like a kitten when his mouth glided over her skin. He dotted kisses along the curve of her neck and across her shoulders.

  "Dimitri?"

  "Yes, sweetheart?"

  "Do you always have sex this way?"

  He could hear the anxiety edging into her voice and sought to reassure her. "No, I don't need bondage to find satisfaction. I enjoy it on occasion but I don't need to have my woman tied up every time." He peppered kisses down her spine. "Why? Did you not like it?"

  "I liked it," she admitted softly. "I think maybe it would be too overwhelming to do every time."

  "Then we'll only do it every other time."

  "Dimitri!"

  He smiled and nipped at her plump bottom. She gasped and tried to squirm away from him but he clamped an arm across her lower back to keep her right where he wanted her. Already his cock started to grow hard. He'd always been rather quick to recover between bouts of lovemaking but this was something of a record for him. It was all Benny, of course.

  Dimitri shifted until he was half-draped across her. His hand moved between her thighs and forced them wide open. She gasped and wiggled her heart-shaped bottom as his fingers explored her soaking depths.

  Breathless, she asked, "Again? So soon?"

  Sliding between her thighs, he grabbed the condom he'd tossed onto the bed earlier and then grasped her hips. He dragged Benny onto her knees and let his lips dance along her lower back. "I've finally got you in my bed. I intend to enjoy every moment of it."

  Once protected, he nudged her thighs apart and drove home. Her tight, wet sheath gripped him like a fist. He inhaled slowly and tried not to lose control too soon but she felt so fucking good. Taking up a measured pace, he watched his cock gliding in and out her. The sight made his gut clench and his heart race.

  "You are s
o fucking sexy." He growled the words.

  Benny made a whimpering sound and glanced back at him. Eyes dark with desire and lips parted, she presented the most erotic picture. He curled his hand in her hair and grasped a handful. With a slight tug, he lifted her head a bit higher and dropped his mouth to her neck. He gave her a tiny bite, just enough to make her gasp, before sucking hard on the spot he'd nipped.

  Still holding her hair, he straightened up and began to take her harder and faster. He found a rhythm that made Benny moan. She gripped his sheets and rocked back to meet his powerful thrusts. He sensed she was on the verge of losing control and going wild. She'd shown him such passion tonight but he knew there was more hiding deep within her, just waiting to be set loose.

  Unable to help himself, he planted his foot against the outside of her knee. He wanted nothing more than to crack her plump bottom with an open palm but he held back. She'd let him restrain her but spanking might be one step too far outside her comfort zone.

  Thrusting deeper now, he slammed into her. The shift in angle and penetration made her cry out. The sound of his name falling from her kiss swollen lips drove him crazy.

  "Dimitri! Oh! Oh!"

  Wanting her to come and desperate to feel her milking him, he leaned forward and let his hand follow a path right down to the spot where their bodies were joined. His fingertips found the slick honey dripping from her. She sucked in a sharp breath when he located her clit. The pulsing little nub responded so sweetly to his quick circling movements.

  "Dimitri! I—ah!"

  "Come," he urged, still pounding into her. "Come on my cock, Benny. Come for me."

  Like a banshee, she shrieked as her climax took hold. The strong waves of it sent her bucking back against him. The fluttering contractions of her pussy made him groan. There was no holding back now. Balls deep, he grabbed her hips and held on tight as every muscle in his body stiffened. He shuddered against her and dragged a long, loud breath into his lungs.

  When they both calmed, he carefully pulled away from her and darted into the bathroom. He exited to find her waiting near the door. Looking a bit dazed, she smiled at him before brushing by him. While she took care of necessities, he headed into the living area to shut off all the lights and recheck the door.

  Back in his bedroom, he heard the rustle of clothing coming from the bathroom. He didn't even knock before opening the door. With one leg in her jeans, she glanced up at him in surprise. "Um…you ever heard of knocking?"

  Frowning, he ignored her question. "What are you doing?"

  "Getting dressed."

  "Yes, I can see that. Why?"

  She looked nervous and fidgeted with the denim clamped between her fingers "Because we're done."

  His eyebrows arched. "Are we?"

  "Um…"

  With a shake of his head, he grabbed her clothes from the countertop and pointed at her jeans. "Take those off."

  "But—"

  "Now, Benny."

  She didn't argue with him and handed them over. His gaze dropped to her panties. With a huff of annoyance, she slipped out of those and slapped them in his waiting hand.

  Stepping aside, he gestured with a jerk of his head toward his room. "Now get in my bed."

  "Dimitri, it's late. I have to work in the morning."

  "Exactly," he said and took a step toward her. "The sooner you get in bed, the sooner you'll get some rest."

  Their noses were just inches apart as she peered up at him. "You want me to stay here? All night?"

  "Yes." He grazed his mouth across hers but didn't let her have the kiss she wanted. Rising up on tiptoes, she gave a little grunt of dissatisfaction as he denied her. He had a good reason, though, and cupped her chin. "Why do you want to leave, Benny?"

  Looking so utterly vulnerable, she finally admitted, "I didn't want you to feel obligated to let me stay."

  "Obligated?" He realized it was going to take more than one night of lovemaking to convince her that she was all he wanted. Capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss, Dimitri gathered her to his chest and threaded his fingers through her hair. He devoured her mouth, stabbing his tongue between her lips and tasting her until she sagged against him in complete surrender. "Does that feel like obligation?"

  "No," she answered in a shaky voice.

  "I want you to stay the night. I want to wake up with you." He ran his fingertip along her jaw. "What do you want, Benny?"

  Her answer came swiftly. "To stay with you."

  He held out his hand. "Then stay with me."

  She grasped his hand and let him lead her back to his bed. Once all the lights were out and he'd set an alarm for her, he climbed in next to Benny and dragged her into his arms. She wiggled until she was comfortable and finally ended up with her head on his chest.

  Remembering the way she'd tried to run away like a little rabbit, he crooked a leg over hers. He caressed the soft skin of her back and soothed her to sleep. With the hours she worked and the way he'd worn her out in his bed, Benny drifted off rather quickly.

  Relaxed and content, he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms but his mind refused to be quieted. After a childhood spent in one of Russia's harshest orphanages and a military career in which he saw some of the worst humanity had to offer, Dimitri had learned to expect the other boot to drop when things were going well.

  He finally had Benny right where he wanted her—but that business with Johnny was troubling. Dimitri was willing to do anything to make Benny happy but letting Johnny drag her down? It wasn't going to happen.

  Dimitri pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and silently vowed he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

  Chapter Four

  I came awake to the annoying wail of an alarm clock. Grumbling, I reached out to smack it but instead of hitting the cool wood of my bedside table, I whacked hot skin. A gruff grunt echoed in the darkness. The flash of panic that gripped my belly subsided as the memories of last night surfaced.

  Dimitri.

  Realizing I'd just hit him, I apologized. "Sorry."

  He said something in Russian I didn't understand but he didn't sound upset. I figured out the alarm was behind me and rolled over to hit it. A moment later, Dimitri was pressed up against my back. Those strong arms enveloped me and the rough stubble on his cheek rasped my skin. A shiver of excitement rocked me.

  I still couldn't quite believe last night had happened. After crushing on Dimitri for so long, it seemed like something out of a dream. But—oh—those big hands gliding over my naked skin definitely weren't from a dream. They were very real and tempting me never to leave his bed.

  "Dimitri," I said softly, "I have to get up."

  "It's early." He palmed my breast and brushed his thumb over my nipple. His lips moved to my neck and I couldn't squash the blissful sigh that escaped me. "Stay a little longer."

  "I have to get the ovens going and check the proofing boxes." Even as I came up with excuses, I knew he was going to win.

  "Let Marco handle it."

  "This is one of his mornings for dialysis. It's all up to me. My customers aren't going to wait for breakfast."

  Dimitri shocked me by flipping me onto my back and claiming my mouth in a sensual kiss. I could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Then we'd be better be quick about it."

  I lost the urge to protest the moment his searching mouth find mine in the darkness. Dimitri's kisses were like a drug and I craved more and more of them. His caresses set my skin on fire. Arching into him, I relished the sensation of his hard chest against my bare breasts. His hand rode the gentle curve of my belly down toward my sex. My thighs parted so easily and I gasped when those nimble fingers located my clit.

  One intimate touch ignited my lust. Wanting to feel him, I reached down and grasped the hard, throbbing dick jutting against my hip. His low groan of need told me all I needed to know. I stroked his big cock, swirling my hand over his shaft before daring to slide my hand even lower to cup his taut sac.

  Groa
ning my name, Dimitri crashed his lips to mine and kissed me with such fervor. Tongues dueling, we stroked one another until we were both panting and moaning and pumping our hips. He shoved his cock against my hand and I rocked up to meet the fingers now penetrating me. They plunged in and out of my slick heat until I hovered on the edge of coming.

  A moment later, Dimitri tore his mouth away from mine and moved between my thighs. With a rough thrust, he drove into my wet, aching pussy. I cried out at the sudden invasion. After such a dry spell, my poor body wasn't used to so much sex.

  Dimitri murmured gently in his mother tongue and kissed me with such tenderness. His thrusts eased up and he shifted his weight to one side. As his cock glided in and out of me, his fingertips circled my clit. "Does this feel good?"

  "Yes!" My foot moved up and down his leg, my toes curling into his hard flesh as I felt that quivering tightness low in my belly. "Dimitri, please…"

  "Tell me." His fingers slowed their sinful ministrations and I whimpered. "Tell me what you want, Benny."

  "I want to come." I clawed at his shoulders. "Make me come, Dimitri."

  He growled in Russian, the rough, rumbling sound rolling over me and making my tummy clench at its sexiness. He strummed my pulsing clit even faster and I came apart beneath him. The pleasure burst deep inside me and blazed through my belly and up into my chest. Head tipped back, I enjoyed the bright, searing waves of it.

  Just before he came, Dimitri murmured something that sounded suspiciously like my little rabbit. I clung to him as he shoved deep and jerked in my arms.

  And then it hit me.

  My eyes widened with shock as I felt the spreading warmth of Dimitri's semen within me. A moment too late, he realized what I already had. In the haze of our early morning tryst, he'd forgotten to put on a condom and I hadn't even thought to remind him.

  Dimitri cursed in Russian and pulled away from me, leaving a wet trail down my thigh. "God, Benny, I'm sorry. I didn't think—"