Crossroads

by Blake Haugen

  “Yes, sweetpea, just like that. Keep sucking. Good girl,” Vanya’s hands were fisting in her hair now. His hips rose off the seat and he fought not choke her with his thrusts. It was almost too much; the feeling of Persephone’s tight mouth, the thought of the driver hearing his every nasty exclamation. He needed some pussy and he needed it now.

  “Get on my cock,” he growled, pulling her head away.

  “No,” Persephone replied and vigorously shook her head. Before he could react, she was pulling his pants and briefs down to his ankles. She dove onto his cock again and began molding the cheeks of his ass with her hands. Vanya lifted at the feeling and felt the head of his cock bump against her tonsils. He heard a deep breath go through her nose and a thought popped into his head. Is she…?

  “Fuck, Percy, yes!” he wailed and smacked his hand against the town car’s ceiling. Persephone’s lips settled at the base of his cock and his tip was lodged down her hot throat. Vanya’s entire body shuddered at the exquisite feeling. He grunted her praises through gritted teeth. There, in the back of a town car speeding through the city, Vanya felt as if he was flying.

  One of her slick fingers pressing against his perineum rocketed him into space. The pleasure caught him off guard and he punched the ceiling this time. “Oh, shit, baby, I’m coming! Fuck, I’m –”

  Vanya’s come shot down Persephone’s throat. His growls and shouts blocked out the sound of the road. She took him all, locking her lips at his base, leaving no traces of their pleasure on his skin. Her delicately placed finger prolonged his orgasm. Vanya begged for mercy as she continued to stroke and play with his cock long after she had milked him dry. She teased him with glee and he vowed to pay her back as soon as they were in a bed.

  “Oh, my god,” Vanya slurred as he came down from his physical high. His eyes remained closed and he could faintly hear Persephone rummaging through her bag. He lifted his lids a millimeter to see her sanitize her hands, wipe her mouth with a handkerchief, and set her hair into a neat braid – all with a smile.

  Persephone wiped the sweat from his brow and then his nether regions before helping him back into his briefs and pants, purring all the while. She made her way into his arms and the car grew quiet with their companionable silence. Five minutes later they were pulling up to the departures lane at the airport.

  The redhead opened the back door and let them out. She gave Vanya a conspiratorial wink when he tipped her and wished them both a safe journey. Still dazed, he didn’t begin walking toward the escalators until Persephone tugged on his hand. They were flying first class on a British airline and Persephone insisted on him standing back while she checked them in. She gave in when Vanya reminded her the security guy would ask them where they were traveling. On the mention of security, a thought to have Max join him niggled in the back of Vanya’s mind. He made a note to have him come out and meet them wherever they were going.

  “Madrid! That’s amazing, babe! I thought you were taking me to Manchester when I saw that we were flying British!” Vanya looked at their tickets and dragged her to the security line. He knew he should have slowed down to let her catch up with his stride, but he was almost giddy. They breezed through since Persephone had made sure to pre-screen them before their arrival. They made their way to the airline’s exclusive first class lounge after passing through a discreet door set aside for first class passengers. “We’re staying for two weeks? Percy, I don’t know if –”

  “It’s all been taken care of. Mikhail helped me clear your schedule and even worked with your father to make it happen. Max is inside the lounge,” Persephone answered in a know-it-all fashion as the airline employee checked their tickets and granted them admittance. “Our flight leaves in two hours. Let’s have a drink and play some games!”

  Vanya let out a contented sigh. This was unreal! “You’re amazing, woman.”

  “I try,” Persephone shrugged her shoulder and flounced away from him.

  Vanya grabbed her hand again and kissed it as they went to greet Max. There was an open bar with several choices and a waiter served Max and Vanya an early dinner of filet mignon and Chicken Vesuvio for Persephone. Their conversation was limited due Persephone’s lack of Russian and Max’s lack of English. The two made up for it however, with a hard fought game of dominoes.

  Vanya sat on the sidelines and watched for an hour as Persephone and Max went head to head, translating gibes as needed. He was happy to see that they were getting along so well. He soon found himself jealous of their dominoes jokes. Max was reserved with almost everyone new to him. When he arrived from Russia at age eighteen, it took him a year before he started talking to Vanya and the other teenagers, who were all a few years younger than him. Max had assumed that none of them would want to converse with him since so much English was spoken in the jewelry shop. It had taken Vanya a couple of years to get to know him. Now Max was exchanging knowing glances with Persephone during their first real interaction. The two shared astonishment at the fact that Vanya had no idea how to play dominoes.

  “You? Of all people?” Persephone exclaimed. Max harrumphed his agreement after Vanya translated Persephone’s words. He was soon out of dominoes; a point count declared Persephone the winner. Max grudgingly shook her hand a made her promise a rematch. They packed up the set and made their way to the plane where a flight attendant escorted them to their seats and took their drink orders.

  As expected, Persephone fell right asleep after the attendant turned down her bed. Vanya laughed to himself. As travel in most vehicles made her drowsy, she’d probably be out for the duration of the flight. He’d have to wake her up to make sure she ate breakfast. Try as he might, he was unable to sleep. Vanya was still reeling with surprise and anticipation. Also, he had never slept well on planes or in cars. He decided to converse with Max, who he knew would be awake. Ever watchful, Max sat at the head of the cabin near the nose of the plane with his seat angled to view the other passengers.

  “So, who all is going to join us?” Vanya asked in Russian, taking a seat across from his guard.

  “I’m afraid I can’t say. I’m under strict orders from your woman. You’ll just have to wait it out,” Max smiled and sipped some sparkling orange juice.

  “Damn. I had no idea this was going down. She’s pretty good.”

  “Yeah, she’s a crafty one alright. Between her and Mikhail you didn’t stand a chance.”

  “Mikhail? So, he’s coming? He’s not Percy’s biggest fan.”

  Max pursed his lips contemplatively before giving an answer to Vanya’s probing question. “He’s not joining us. He, Kirill, and Lina will be taking care of most of your interests back home.”

  Vanya quirked an eyebrow at the details Max divulged. “I thought you were under strict orders.”

  “It’s on a need-to-know basis,” Max conceded. “Mikhail hates traveling anyway. And as cooperative as he was with her, I don’t think he’d relish two weeks basking in the glow of your love.”

  “Hah! Oh, and you don’t mind basking?”

  “Hell no. I’ve been dying to get out of the city. Even if I don’t speak Spanish, it’s a nice change of pace.”

  “You can say that again. You’ll be fine anyway. She and I both speak it, and you know enough English to get by.”

  The rest of the flight went smoothly. Vanya enjoyed aged cognac and read the paper, but mostly just watched Persephone sleep in the seat across from him. He got about an hour and a half of sleep himself after changing into the silk pajamas the airline provided. Unfortunately, he was unable to rest despite his best efforts to do so.

  When they arrived in Barajas airport, Vanya was in a complete haze. He was grateful that Persephone had already arranged for their luggage to be sent to the hotel. After showering and dressing in a suite of the first class lounge, a concierge helped them set up their European mobile phones. Vanya was so sleepy he could hardly enjoy the opulence of the luxurious hotel Persephone had chosen. She pitter-pattered around their suite afte
r tucking him into their king size bed.

  Vanya woke in the evening to the sound of a waiter bringing dinner. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. He heard Persephone telling the waiter not to worry about serving, but to set the table. After the waiter exited, Vanya felt Persephone’s weight on the bed.

  “Gi-gan-tor,” she sang lightly and scratched his shoulder softly. It was a wonderful way to wake up. It was rare that Vanya woke after Persephone, so he decided to relish the touch a little more before pretending to gradually wake up.

  “Mmm, it smells good, babe,” he grumbled, turned to her, and smiled.

  “Sea bass loin, vegetable mosaic, and tomato emulsion,” she replied with a grandiose Spanish accent.

  “Fish, vegetable medley, and tomato soup? Kind of light for me, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah, but I figured we were going to christen this room with a wild fuck tonight and who wants to do that on a full stomach?”

  “True that. Let’s get started.”

  They ate by the window that overlooked the grounds of the Museo del Prado, which held the country’s most classic art. The trees were lush and verdant. Persephone told him if he was impressed with that, then they would check out the hotel’s garden later on. The whole place screamed classic luxury. The décor, from the bed’s crown canopy to the walls’ parcel-gilt boiserie, was a modern approach to the Victorian era. Vanya couldn’t have picked a more ritzy location himself.

  Max had chosen not to join them for dinner in order to check out the hotel. Vanya knew he was getting a lay of the land and would return later. Max’s room was on the other side of the suite’s living room. Ever thoughtful, Persephone knew Vanya would feel more comfortable having him close.

  The next morning Persephone dragged him to the Museo del Prado. They spent two hours viewing the work of the old masters. Then, after lunch, she convinced Vanya to accompany her to the Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía, the country’s twentieth century art museum. Unable to pass by anything without looking, Persephone closed the place down. Vanya nearly passed out from boredom more than once, whereas Persephone was making plans for a second visit. As penance, on Saturday, she had to sit through four and a half hours of golf with him, Max, and Yulian, who had arrived that day. Unwilling to learn the game, she retreated to the clubhouse to read and eat while the boys enjoyed the green.

  It was Sunday that brought the ultimate compromise and mutual enjoyment. They made their way to the largest and most popular bullfighting venue in the city to see the novilleros prove themselves. The young apprentice bullfighters came out in their full bright colored regalia.

  In the first round, the tercio de varas were equipped with only hot pink capes to divert the wild bulls that were more than ready to attack them. Vanya didn’t know much about bullfighting, but he was surprised at his enjoyment. He was more intrigued by the reactions of his companions.

  Max seemed absolutely bored. He made sure to thank Persephone for procuring their great seats, but he couldn’t bring himself to feign interest in the event. Eva shared Max’s sentiment and Sophie and Yulian were somewhat repulsed. They mentioned their distaste at the fact that the bull couldn’t consent to the fight, but their small protests went unnoticed.

  Persephone was enraptured. When the time came for the novillero to put the bull to death, she clutched Vanya’s arm. She gasped out “Shit!” whenever the bull narrowly missed his human opponent. The crowd chanted “¡Ole!” each time the young torero lured the dying bull in circles around his body. Persephone’s eyes bulged as she fretted. She was unable to join the crowd’s excitement until the bull was successfully put down; only then did she let out a sigh of relief and applaud the human victor. She then spouted out a million facts about bullfighting.

  “Did you know they have a priest on standby to give last rites just in case a matador gets gored and can’t get to the hospital in time?!”

  “Ugh, the Church condones this?” Sophie replied, disgusted.

  “Nah, I think they just give last rites to everyone who would want them, even bullfighters. That’s so wild to me. It’s mostly an old people thing. Young people here aren’t that into it.” Persephone’s eyes remained glued on the arena floor.

  Vanya observed her discreetly; the blood dripping down the dying bull’s shoulders didn’t repulse her. Persephone was engrossed in the action of the fight – thrilled even. She bit her plump pink lips and squirmed in her seat. Her cleavage heaved against the low cut top of her dress and glowed in the sun’s heat. Her captivation aroused him. He smirked and put his arm around her shoulders.

  After the fight, the group dispersed and Vanya, Persephone, and Max headed back to the hotel for dinner. Rather than go out, Vanya led Persephone back up to their suite’s master bedroom and immediately laid her down on the king sized bed before him. He hovered over her and began kissing the exposed tops of her breasts.

  “What do you call these types of dresses? The ones were your boobs press against the collar like this? I love them,” Vanya commented between licks and kisses.

  “This? Um, ugh… a scoop neck, I guess. This is a scooped neckline.” Persephone was beginning to pant out her words. He loved it when he could distract her that way. Vanya undid the smooth leather belt that was buckled around her waist, unzipped the dress in the back, and pulled down the capped sleeves to reveal a lacey coral bra. It complemented the dress’s magenta color and looked perfect against her rich brown skin. His kisses migrated to her neck and he ran his fingers over her hardening nipples through the lace.

  “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. This is whole time here in Spain has been absolutely perfect. Thank you, sweetpea. Thank you so much,” Vanya mumbled against her skin. He settled between her spread legs and she clasped her thighs around him.

  “Vanya, you don’t have to thank me again. This whole trip only manifests a smidgen of what I feel for you. And it’s like, half of an iota of what you’ve given me. I wanna make you happy. Take off my dress.” On her last sentence, she pouted and rocked her hips underneath him, rubbing her wet, lace thong-clad sex against the hardness in his pants. Vanya groaned. He slowly and gently took her lips with his.

  Vanya straddled her after stripping her down to her lingerie. Persephone raked her little fingertips over the parts of his chest that she could reach from her supine position. He was deeply touched every time she submitted to him. He took several moments to caress her and observe her beauty before he spoke again. “Persephone, I want to please you, too.”

  Persephone took in a deep breath through her nose and her mouth broke out in a mischievous smile. She tried to sit up and undo the hooks of her bra. “Do you now?”

  Vanya stopped her. He knew what she was thinking. Recently, her favorite position had been on her stomach, naked, with him on top of her while fully clothed, giving it to her as hard and fast as he could. The trend began when he’d come home late one night to find her lying on her tummy, nude, in the middle of the bed, and humping a clit toy. Due to a business trip with the law firm he interned with, he’d not seen her in three days. He had been hard before entering the room and the sight of her masturbating turned him to stone.

  In her arousal she hadn’t heard him enter the room. Overcome, he’d unleashed his dick, fell on her, and shoved himself into her body. Persephone had screamed out in terror. Vanya had simply held her down and grunted, “It’s me, Percy. It’s me, baby. It’s me fucking you.” He didn’t let up; he only increased his pace and soon enough they both fell apart. He missed the feel of their skin to skin contact, but knew she came long and hard in the position. She’d requested it several times since, and Vanya was sure she expected it now.

  “No, babe, what I mean to say is, what’s your fantasy? Is there something you’ve always wanted to do but never tried? I want to know.” Vanya pulled her up and arranged her so that she straddled him. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he waited for a response.

  Persephone pursed her lips in thought. She then raised her eyebrow
s suddenly and ducked her head with a distressed smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “What?” he asked, now even more curious.

  “I don’t think you’ll like it. I mean… I guess… I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

  “Uh oh.” Vanya arched a brow and bounced her in his lap playfully. He waited for her to elaborate and when she didn’t, he removed his shirt. He laid Persephone down on her back and removed her bra and thong, unveiling her treasures at long last. Vanya took her nipples into his mouth alternately, not letting up until she was whimpering and clinging to him.

  “Tell me,” he murmured against her breast.

  He heard her sigh. Her grip on his hair loosened. “Well, will you go first and tell me yours?”

  “Yeah,” Vanya replied. He continued to kiss her breasts and torso. His hands roved along her body as he removed more of his clothing and explained his desires.

  “I want to fuck you; but not just any normal fuck. I want to take you in front of other people. In public or in a semi-public setting. You’ve already fulfilled it a little. I’m pretty sure that redhead cabby heard us on the way to the airport. And the one in Texas. But I want them to see me fucking you, knowing you’re mine. All mine. I’ve thought of the two of us so many times, out in the woods on a picnic. You’re wearing this cute, little, unassuming white sundress and we’re on this blanket in a little clearing.

  “We decide to hike around for a bit. I love it when your skin has this thin sheen of sweat on it. I can taste your salt. We walk along the trail, teasing each other, and then finally return to our picnic to see some hikers at our site. Two girls and a guy. They’re making out with one another in turn, taking off their clothes as they go. It’s a hot day – a good day to feel the sun’s light all over your body. I pull you back into the tree line before they can spot us. I pull your ass against my cock as we watch them start to fuck each other. The girls take turns blowing him and then one sits on his face while the other fucks herself on his cock. The ladies kiss and fondle each other.