Crossroads

by Blake Haugen

  “Yes, sir!”

  “You need this hard cock, babe. You know, I didn’t stroke my cock at all while you were gone. I wanted to and I missed you so bad, but I promised myself you were going to take care of me when we fucked again. You’re going to suck this cock until you come and then I’m going to fuck you until I put my come deep inside you, okay?”

  Persephone could only nod her assent after he gritted out his words. Vanya quickly moved to her face and placed his mushroom head at her lips. She took more at once, sucking him slowly, just as she knew he liked. The taste of her pussy whet her appetite for his cock and she tried to take him to the back of her throat. When she’d taken as much as she could, she moaned around him and began to flick her clit rapidly.

  “Ah!” Vanya cried out and cradled her head with his left hand, “Take care of this dick, Percy.” His right hand fondled her breasts, alternately pinching and pulling. Persephone could feel herself reaching her plateau and began to bob her head quickly. She wanted his permission and his help to finish, and pleadingly looked at him through her lashes.

  “Aw, you need my finger, don’t you? You want me to finger your little cunt? Mm, it’s so hot and wet. You’re a bad little girl, Percy. Getting all wet from sucking dick. You’re fucking horny; feel how tight you are around just two fingers! Fuck yourself on them. That’s right. That’s it. Go ahead and come you naughty little slut. Come on my fingers, sweetpea.”

  Like always, the combination of their manual manipulation and Vanya’s crude narration sent Persephone over the edge. She pulled her mouth away from him and yelled his name over and over as her pussy convulsed around his fingers. Vibrations shook her whole body and she clamped her thighs together, trying to trap everything happening between her legs. She was unsuccessful; Vanya wrenched his hand free to suck on his honey coated fingers.

  Before she came down, Vanya had Persephone on her hands and knees. Covering her with his body, he forced his cock into her still shuddering pussy and began to piston roughly. He held his mouth at her left ear, bit her lobe, and grunted out whispers.

  “Take me inside of you, Percy. Don’t you want my come?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered immediately. His hammering was turning her aftershocks into a full-fledged orgasm.

  “I’m going to come in you and I’m never going to let you go. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Vanya.”

  “You’re mine, Percy. You’re mine to fuck, to lick, to bite, to love, to protect. Only mine.” Each proclamation was accompanied by a hard thrust. Persephone could only mewl her agreement. Still, Vanya wanted more.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, “Tell me who you belong to.”

  “You, Vanya, I belong to you. I’m yours. Come inside me. Please.”

  Her response gave them both renewed vigor. Soon, the only things heard throughout the apartment were their guttural wails and the sounds of their flesh pumping together. Persephone shattered again, bucking wildly. Her climax triggered his and with a roar he grabbed her breasts, slammed home, and delivered the first wave of his come.

  Vanya continued to push until he’d spent everything he had. Only then did he allow her to collapse. He did the same, crushing her and remaining inside her body. Persephone fought for breath and shook under him, overwhelmed by the force of her second orgasm.

  “Hoh, my god, I love you,” she panted quietly. “I love you.” She knew she should make him get off of her, but he felt so delicious. Though diminished, Vanya’s cock remained nestled snugly inside her and she swore she could feel its contours when she flexed her vaginal walls.

  After some period of time, Vanya rolled to his side and turned her to face him. He kissed her lips sloppily and fervently. Persephone matched his intensity by hugging him tightly and maneuvering her legs around his waist.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as he rolled on top of her.

  “Mmm hmm,” Persephone nodded. She tried to hide her drowsiness, but he couldn’t be fooled. Vanya arranged her neatly in the bed, wrapping her in the comforter and his arms. Their bodies calmed as they spooned.

  “I love you, Vanya,” she whispered. She took the hand that cupped her breast and kissed it.

  “I love you, too, babe.”

  ☐

  Vanya knew he was being relentless. For all intents and purposes he had kidnapped Persephone. The only time he allowed use of their phones was when he needed to order food to sustain them in between hours upon hours of lovemaking. For the rest of Sunday and Monday, all of their phone calls went to voicemail. Going two days without had turned him into madman. He’d heard guys talk about going at it like rabbits after a reunion, but he didn’t realize it wasn’t a joke until now. He was on a mission to have every one of Persephone’s holes on as many household surfaces as possible.

  Each round was just as intense as the last. Vanya thought he could attribute their explosive coupling to makeup sex, but by Monday evening he wasn’t so sure. He looked down at Persephone as she lounged in his tub. Even though she was obviously exhausted and covered in marks of love, his desire for her was in full force.

  “Hey, Gigantor,” she said, lazily smiling at him when he walked through the bathroom doorway. Her smile still mesmerized him. Persephone’s reclined position brought forth the image of a fat, satisfied kitten; she looked so pure and sweet as she sudsed up in a pile of bubbles. He licked his lips and dropped his briefs.

  “You should have woken me up. I wanted to use that waterproof vibe on you.” Vanya had one of the New Year’s toys she bought stashed at his apartment. He had yet to test its efficacy.

  “Oh, no. This is a ‘business’ bath,” Persephone protested. “It’s all about business. No lovin’ whatsoever. I am determined to bathe and sleep a few hours without having sex.”

  “Does oral sex count?”

  “Ach!” She scoffed and splashed him. Vanya was about to hop in and teach her a lesson when his phone rang in the bedroom. He paused and looked back only briefly before advancing toward the tub.

  “No, you have to get it, Vanya. We can’t do this for more than a day. I’m not even sure what time it is.”

  “I know; it’s great. It’s like our own little universe.”

  “Yeah, but it could be important. I just heard it ringing forty-five minutes ago.”

  “How long have you been in there? You’re about to fall asleep,” he asked, suddenly concerned that she could have drowned while he was sleeping. She stuck her tongue out at his admonishing tone. Choosing his battles, Vanya gave his attention to the persistent phone. He exited the bathroom only to hear it stop. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned around. “Saved by the bell, sweetpea.”

  As soon as his feet touched the water, the ringing began again. He echoed it with a grumble of frustration. Who the hell wanted to speak to him that badly?

  “Go!” Persephone commanded, pointing one bubble covered finger toward the bedroom.

  Vanya obeyed and made his way to the bedside table where Lina’s name flashed on his phone’s screen. What could she want? Puzzled, he answered.

  “Да?”

  “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Lina blasted in English. She wasn’t wont to blast anything and her attitude immediately caught his attention.

  “I’ve been away from my phone,” he mused, making his way back to the bathroom.

  “I’m sure,” Lina replied. He could hear her rolling her eyes and frowning. Other voices shuffled behind her.

  “It’s vacation,” Vanya contested, taking a seat on the tubside stool, “Where are you?”

  “I’m at a dress fitting, стараясь не убить этих людей,” she mumbled the latter phrase under her breath.

  “What people?”

  “My wedding planners.”

  “Oh, a fitting for your wedding dress. You couldn’t get Peng to go with you?”

  “She’s busy; you have to do four of these things and she’s already come with me twice. Besides, her taste is a little too wi
ld for me. I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

  “Text it to me.”

  “No! You’re not allowed to see it.”

  “That’s only the groom.”

  “It’s everyone except the bride and her party… and her mom.”

  Vanya’s heart fell instantly. He hadn’t thought what it meant for Lina to go through this without their mother. Mariya Pravdina loved a party and she had been planning the wedding of her only daughter since she had discovered Lina’s sex during her first pregnancy. Vanya could still remember his mother flipping through magazines, noting something that she didn’t have at her own wedding, and vowing to have it included in Lina’s.

  Now Lina was doing all the planning alone. He was sure Austin was too busy to be of any real help, and Lina had no female friends he knew of. Peng Lyadov was kind and stylish, but Vanya knew a godmother was no substitute for one’s own mother and a horde of bridesmaids.

  “Well, you’re pretty skinny and Peng always looks sharp. I’m sure you’d look good in whatever she picked out.” He awkwardly tried to console his sister, not knowing exactly how to talk about his mother’s death.

  “Yeah, I don’t know,” Lina replied softly. “Anyway, I called because we’re trying to finalize the reception guest list. Are you bringing your pretty princess?”

  “Uh… ” Vanya stalled. He looked at Persephone who was dozing off again in the tub, “She’s invited?”

  “Of course she’s invited – if you want her to be, that is. Everything is out in the open now, right?”

  “Sort of.”

  “What do you mean ‘sort of?’ I thought Papa came down and talked to you about her? Actually, I kind of outed you. I didn’t know he was on a fishing expedition.”

  “Yeah, thanks for that. He came over unannounced while we were watching a movie!”

  At that Persephone opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow in question. By now she knew what he was talking about and with whom.

  “I know,” Lina continued, “Everyone’s talking about it.”

  “Tell me about it. His little visit caused me a lot of grief.”

  “Uh, whatever, Vanushka. You can’t slink around in the shadows forever. I’m telling you he’ll get over it. Besides, Austin has no siblings and his firm buddies will be the only people under thirty-five besides me, you, Max, the twins, and the girls. That’s barely ten people. I need more bodies if I don’t want this thing to turn into a geriatric business meeting.”

  “Papa is not that old.”

  “No, but a lot of his friends and guests are; either that or people we don’t really know. And Austin’s parents are ancient. They were both forty when he was born.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Yeah, they’re definitely seventy-five. He’s like, a miracle baby. So, what’s it going to be, Vanya?”

  “What?”

  “Is she coming?”

  “I don’t know. I have to ask.”

  “Well, ask.”

  “Right now?” Vanya was a little proud of himself for not agreeing right away. The thought of Persephone on his arm made him very happy, however, he remembered his word not make big decisions without her. She would definitely categorize attendance at Lina’s wedding reception as a big deal.

  “Yes, right now! I’m trying to get out of here. I have a late meeting tonight.”

  “Okay, let me call you back in two minutes.” Vanya heard Lina’s exasperated scoff as he disconnected the line. He’d rarely heard her so agitated. This wedding was chipping at her calm and cold exterior. While it was slightly amusing to him as a little brother, he knew it was putting her through the ringer. He turned to Persephone and was suddenly struck with an idea.

  “Okay, big decision to make. Two actually.”

  “Okay… ” Persephone tried to sit up straighter in the tub and was only a little successful. She slumped back down, turned her body toward him, and gave him her full attention. She could almost swim in the tub – he had chosen it to fit his large body.

  “Number one: Lina wants you to be my date to the wedding reception. In fact, I want you to be my date to the wedding reception.”

  “Good to know. When is it?”

  “I think it’s about three months from now.”

  “That’s a while. Who all will be there?”

  “Well, my dad will be there if that’s what you’re asking, but you’ll hardly have to talk to him if at all.”

  “Nah, I’m okay with that I think. I can handle sitting through a meal. I’m a consummate dinner guest. I just won’t know anyone there though.”

  “Don’t worry about that. There are people dying to meet you. They’ll talk your ear off. My girlfriend is all anyone can fucking talk about right now. My cousin Yulian is going to love you. Besides, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

  “Yeah, I guess that’ll be fine.”

  “What’s the hesitation?”

  “I – am I gonna be the only black person there?”

  Vanya smacked his lips awkwardly and his eyebrows shot up. “Yes. That is an unequivocal yes.”

  “Yep. Thought so.”

  “I’ll keep you away from all my really racist relatives. Some of them don’t even speak English.”

  “Oh, just the really racist ones, huh?” Persephone snorted. “I’ll be fine. I grew up with all whites and Hispanics in Texas. I guess the diversity of college and living in a big city has spoiled me.”

  “Well, listen, I’ll do what I can, but old Cousin Dima might ask you if you know this one black guy that lives on his street.”

  “Oh, my god.”

  “I’m kidding! Kind of. Besides, no one will get too out of hand. I’ll have them fucking blackballed.”

  “Wow, is that necessary? I don’t even know what blackballed is. I don’t think I want anyone blackballed.”

  “Don’t worry about it, babe. Is that a yes?” he urged.

  Persephone gave him a face letting him know that she wasn’t pleased with his ‘don’t worry about it’ statement but was going to let him get away with it. “Yeah, it is.”

  “Sweet. Then on to number two. My sister is having a hard time with her wedding dress or something. You like fashion and Finn likes fashion a lot, right? Well, I was thinking you two could go with her to her next fitting and help her out.”

  “Ooo, wedding dresses! Tell me more,” Persephone gasped. She lurched forward, folded her arms on the edge of the tub, and rested her chin on her hands.

  “Lina’s not really into that stuff, but my mom was. I think Lina grew up with the expectation that my mom was going to handle it. Either that or she thought she would never get married. She’s just sad about my mom not being there.”

  “Why would she think she’d never get married? She’s gorgeous and she seemed really nice.”

  “Nice?” Vanya laughed. “You are the only person that would say that. I’ll have to tell you said that. Lina Pravdina is not known for being nice. In fact, there have been quite a few other words used to describe her.”

  “Well, I think she’s nice. I can tell she loves you very much.”

  “How? You only met her once, for like, forty seconds.”

  “She kind of doted on you when we were flirting and you were jealous of Timothy. She was just watching on as if she was above it all, but she was really proud of her baby brother. I could tell by the way she grinned at you. It was sweet. Besides, I love the way ‘Lina Pravdina’ rolls off the tongue.”

  Vanya was silent for a moment. He never failed to be impressed by Persephone’s abilities of perception. “That is how she thinks of me. We’re only eighteen months apart and she acts as if we’re years apart. I am much younger than her at heart.”

  “Well, you had me at ‘wedding dress’ with that one,” Persephone said as she resumed playing with the bubbles. “It’ll give me an excuse to show off my unjustifiable knowledge of bridal designers.”

  “Unjustifiable? You’ve never thought about getting married? I have. You, me, and f
our boys.”

  “What, four boys?!”

  “I mean, that’s the natural progression of things, right? You move in, we get married, graduate, have kids, go on vacation, etc.” Vanya knew he was shocking her, but he was perturbed at the lack of time she put into thinking about their future. The look of wariness in her eyes bothered him. He’d be thirty soon and it wasn’t crazy to want to settle down. What was the big deal if she wanted that eventually, too?

  “What about your dad’s little timeline? We’re not supposed to see one another after graduation.”

  “Yeah, fuck that. We’re not breaking up over a tantrum. I’m not going to make you pay rent when you move in, so we may as well be married.”

  Persephone sighed and focused on the ball of bubbles in her hand. “Well, I’ve got some marriage things I’m not budging on.”

  Vanya pursed his lips. Her tone was stern and he was certain he wasn’t going to like the stipulations she was about to lay out. He remained silent and stared at her.

  “I don’t want to get married before graduation,” she said while sneaking a glance at him.

  Relief washed over Vanya. It made sense. Who wanted to be bothered with a wedding and law school? Lina’s wedding caused him stress sometimes and he was barely involved in the ceremony. “That’s fine. That makes sense. What else?”

  Persephone hesitated and then rushed her words, “I don’t want to move in together before we get married.”

  That struck him as a surprise. By this time, Vanya was convinced she was the one and he wanted to lock it in. Cohabitating would only aid that endeavor. He also knew his woman more than she thought he did. If he wanted to get his way on this matter, he was going to have to play it cool and regroup.

  “Okay, I don’t quite agree with that one, but we’ll talk about it more when the time comes. You have to get a larger bed though.”

  “Alright, deal!” she laughed.

  He could tell she was pleased with his reply. Her shoulders visibly relaxed as she turned her back to him and continued to play in the tub. He simply watched her and grew hard. Why wasn’t he in the bath with her? He rose to join her and nearly exploded with laughter when he looked at her face.