29. Bash
Chapter 29
Bash
“You didn’t have to come in with me. I’m just grabbing a file,” Matthias says, and there’s shuffling in the office right outside our hiding spot.
“We’re kid-free. I’m going to enjoy every second we get.” I stiffen at Scarlet’s tone. It’s a low purr that can only mean one thing. If those two fuck out there, Stasia will be mortified.
It’s not hard to make out what the muffled sounds are. There’s a loud thud against the wall, followed by Matthias’s groan. Scarlet’s replying moan.
A shudder crawls down my back. I feel dirty just thinking about it. Stasia’s facing away from me, her head bowed low, and she’s holding herself around her stomach. She looks like she’s trying to curl into a ball and disappear.
I like throwing her off-balance, but not like this. I take out my phone. I only have one idea, and it’s going to earn me a beating of a lifetime. The glow from the screen illuminates the back of Stasia’s neck. It’s bright red, and the color continues up the tips of her ears. My stomach feels sick seeing her this way.
Fuck it. If I die, I die. Matthias is going to be so pissed, but it’s the only option.
Me: Meet me at the Elysium.
There’s a buzz from outside, but it goes ignored. There are more muffled moans, and this time, Stasia jerks back, her back brushing my chest. She’s trembling, and I hate it. I wrap my arm around her middle and hold her to me, dropping my mouth beside her ear to speak. “I’m getting us out of this. Just hang on.”
My words are supposed to comfort her, but if anything, she’s shaking more.
Me: SOS motherfucker. Get there now. Sissy Scarlet can come too.
There’s a loud groan of frustration, one that has fear prickling my arms. I’m so going to pay for this.
Matthias: If you aren’t dead, you’re about to be.
There’s shuffling and then the loud slam of the door closing behind them. I drop my forehead to her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Stasia. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
She’s still shaking, face planted dead ahead as if she can’t bring herself to look at me. I cup her neck, guiding her to face me, but she struggles in my hold.
“Shit.” I run my thumb up and down in soothing strokes. “It’s okay. They’re gone. They can’t catch you now.”
She’s stiff in my arms, and I can’t stand it. I grip her jaw between my fingers and forcibly turn it my way.
Dim light shines through the crack in the closet doorway, landing softly on her features. She’s flushed a pretty shade of pink that’s taking over her cheeks. Stasia looks almost fevered with the way her mouth’s open, and she’s panting shallowly. She’s looking up at me through her lashes, heat written in her gaze, practically begging me. I’m instantly hard. It’s not embarrassment written across her face. It’s lust.
“Fuck me, Princess. Aren’t you full of surprises,” I say, then twist her further to capture her mouth with mine. I’m greedy with my kiss, filling her until I’ve tasted every inch. I suck on her tongue, enjoying the way it makes her moan. She’s like putty in my arms, already so sensitive to my touch.
I can’t fucking take it. I place a firm hand between her shoulder blades, pin her to the door, and hold her there. Her eyes are narrowed on me, but she’s not struggling. Instead, she’s looking at me with anticipation.
I press my cock against her ass and grind my teeth when she pushes back. She has no idea what game she’s playing right now. I’m barely holding on.
I untuck her shirt and stroke the warm, smooth skin of her stomach. My knuckles drag from her bra to her pants. “Aren’t you going to tell me no?”
“We can’t,” she says, breathless.
“That’s not a no.” Her borrowed belt comes undone easily, followed by her button unsnapping and the zing of the metal fly going down. Stasia sucks in a breath, and her stomach hollows every time I touch the band of her underwear, welcoming my touch.
I lick the shell of her ear, and she shivers. So fucking responsive.
“Did you realize you’re grinding your ass against me?”
She shakes her head no in a useless denial. “They could…come…b…back.”
I know for a fact Matthias is headed to our private room. He wouldn’t ignore a message like that. He’s going to fucking kill me. But by the way she’s squirming in my hold, my girl’s excited about the possibility of being caught.
I bury my thumb into her mouth and force her to face forward. “You’ll just have to be quiet, then.”
My eyes roll back, and my hips slam forward when her tongue swirls around me. I grunt low in my throat.
“I’m barely hanging on to my last vestige of control. Are you really ready for what happens when I break?” I groan, and she responds by rolling her ass into me. Just when I didn’t think she could get more perfect.
I slide my hand under her underwear and through her slick folds. She moans as I dip my fingers into her and rocks back into me. I tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, still wet from her mouth, and she bows, lifting her chest. Her cries are loud, filling the cramped room, even as she tries to suppress them.
She’s wild in my arms, chasing my touch. She wants this as badly as I do. Fucking craves it.
“You are so fucking hot when you’re turned on like this.” I add a third finger inside of her, stretching her core.
“Bash. Bash!” she says through gritted teeth as she forces the back of her head against my collarbone. She’s spasming around my fingers as she calls out my name as she orgasms, soaking my hand.
My restraint snaps, and I sink my teeth into her shoulder. “You fucking asked for this.”
I make quick work of my pants, my shaft springing free, and shove her pants down. There’s the sound of fabric tearing as I discard her panties and slam my length into her. She takes all of me in one push, pussy clenching and unclenching.
She falls forward, forearms pressed beside her head against the door, trying to keep herself upright. I fuck her mercilessly, eating up the whimpering, whining sounds she makes with each of my thrusts.
“Slow down.” “Too deep.” “More.” Every word on her tongue sounds so fucking sweet. She lifts onto her toes, tilting her pelvis for me to go deeper.
“Your body’s calling you a liar, Princess. You’re clamping around me so tight it’s hard to pull out.” I pull out slowly, then slam in, marveling at how she responds to me. “I love the way your pussy twitches around my length.”
She contorts her body and clutches my hair, connecting her mouth with mine. Her cries grow louder as she gets closer to her orgasm. She grips my dick so hard I nearly come as her orgasm rips through her.
Her legs give out, and I catch her before she collapses, slowly pulling out. She looks at me through hazy eyes when I turn her to face me. Stasia looks delicious freshly fucked like this.
She’s exhausted, and her eyes widen when I lift her until her legs wrap around my waist and secure her back to the wall.
“I know you’re tired, Princess, but I’m not done yet.” I thrust into her, and she opens, welcoming me. I cup the back of her head, and my knuckles sting as they collide with the hard surface.
I adjust her until she’s balanced, then grip her ass in both hands, lifting and dropping her on my shaft, setting my rhythm to chase her moans. She moans when I hit the spot against her inner wall, and I know I’ve found what she likes. I pound it over and over again and watch as she starts to come apart in my arms.
Her breasts bounce with her movements, her peaked nipples on display, and I catch one, sucking it into my mouth.
“So good.” Stasia’s hips swivel, and she moans low in her throat as her nails pierce the skin of my shoulders. She’s leaving her marks on me. I’m going to have them tattooed permanently.
The pain turns to lust, and my brain melts as a burning ache tightens my balls and explodes out my tip, filling her with my cum. My release feels like it goes on forever, quaking down my spine. My face is buried in the crook of her neck when I finally come back to my senses.
I shift back, careful not to drop her. Stasia looks dazed as she stares up at me. She’s a fucking vision, and she’s all mine.
I can’t help my goofy smile. “I think I’m in love with you, Anastasia Volkov.”