22. Ofelia #2
His smile twists at the edge. “You say that like it’s unusual.”
“Maybe it isn’t.” I feel suddenly unsure of myself. “Maybe you’re like this a lot, and I just don’t know you well enough to have seen it.”
Fuck, I think as Alexei’s smile fades. I didn’t mean to say that aloud. But I’ve spent so much of this week stressing over what the future holds that it just kind of came out.
“You know me better than anyone,” he says quietly. “And you’re right. I’m a grim bastard most of the time.”
“No,” I protest, “you’re not. I shouldn’t have said that.” The last thing I want to do is ruin the brief time we have on this call.
“I’m happy because I’m speaking to you.” His eye caresses me through the screen. “I was going out of my mind after you left. Then Lars came for a visit, which, I won’t lie, saved my sanity. He just left, and now here you are.” He smiles. “It’s a good day.”
“I know what you mean.” I tell him about Seline, although without mentioning the tarot readings. I don’t want to sound like a complete psycho. “She’s been a lifesaver this week, since Lourdes has been in London. It’s nice to have a friend here.”
“Is she the bombshell with red lipstick who dresses like a ’60s film star?” Alexei asks.
“Oh, she’d love that description.” I roll my eyes. “You really have been watching my security cameras. Should I be worried?”
“Definitely not,” he says emphatically. “Not my type at all.”
“Oh?” I cock my eyebrows at him. “You have a type?”
“I definitely have a type.” His voice lowers. “She’s about five feet eight inches tall, with legs that go on forever, an ass I want to bite at every opportunity, and a face that I see every time I close my fucking eyes.”
Oh my God.
I stare at him, suddenly dry mouthed, my entire body prickling.
Alexei clears his throat. “And best of all,” he says, smiling wryly, “she plays piano like a fucking rock star. You’re going to nail this performance, angel, I know it.”
I know he’s trying to lighten the tone. I don’t know that I want him to. His voice has my body all kinds of hot and fucking bothered.
“I’m not so sure.” I try to keep my voice even, but I can hear the faint breathlessness beneath the words. “It’s a tough piece, and I’ve got hardly any time to learn it. And it’s just me on the stage. No orchestra.”
“Ofelia.”
Oh, the way he says my name . . .
It’s like an instant aphrodisiac, a potent rush that sets my entire body humming.
“You play like a dream,” Alexei is saying. You’ll be incredible.” He looks at the background behind me. “Is there room in there for a piano? You could play the piece for me.”
I pull my mind back from the dangerous pathway it’s heading down, willing my body under control. “Sitting in the cyber room watching me practice piano hardly sounds like a fun way to pass the time.”
“Believe me.” His smile fades. “I could watch you all day and never grow tired of the view.”
The intensity in his eye makes me shiver. “If you keep looking at me like that,” I say quietly, “I won’t be able to practice at all.”
We stare at each other.
Arousal hits me with bone melting potency, wet and hot and between my legs, my nipples hard and sensitive.
Alexei’s eye drops to my cami top, and he inhales sharply. Leaning back in his chair, he stretches his arms over his head, every muscle standing out in delicious relief, and tips his head back so he breaks eye contact. “You need to practice.” His voice is a low growl.
“I need you.”
His head jerks upright, his eye narrowing, dark and utterly focused on mine. Then his gaze rakes slowly over my body, settling on my nipples, moving from one to the other. “I see that.” He raises his eye to mine with an almost insolent stare. “Your nipples are hard as fuck.”
Moaning, I arch my back, thrusting my breasts toward the screen as my eyes flutter closed.
“I’m taking control of your cameras now, Ofelia.” He clicks something on his end, and one of the cameras angles down until I know full well that it’s aimed directly at the soaking heat between my legs. The other one is a full frontal of my chest and face.
“Your tits look like they need my mouth.”
The hard, almost cruel edge to his voice might crush me if I didn’t sense the fierce desire concealed behind it.
I bring my hands up, cupping my breasts through the silk. “What are you going to do about it?” I whisper.
“I’m going to make you come, Ofelia.”
Oh, fuck.
“Open your eyes.”
With an effort I do.
“Look at me.”
I gasp as my eyes meet the burning heat in his.
“Take off your top.”
Face flaming, I pull the thin cami over my head. Alexei stares shamelessly at me, his lone eye pinning each nipple in turn like a laser.
“Put a finger in your mouth.”
I slide one finger between my lips, then, seeing the way his eye flares, add another and lathe them with my tongue, staring directly at him.
His mouth twists. “Dangerous, angel.” He nods at the camera. “But you’re not sucking my cock now, Ofelia. This is about you and those gorgeous fucking tits. We both know you can come just by touching them.”
Oh, sweet lord. Just hearing those words makes me so wet that it’s a good thing the snuggle cover is washable.
“Slide your fingers either side of your nipples. Make them wet.” His voice is low and controlled now, and so devastatingly hot I can hardly stand it. “That’s it, angel. Now slide your thumbs over the top. Make them hard.”
“Oh,” I moan, my eyes closing as I do what he says.
“Spread your legs.”
Helpless to disobey, I uncurl my legs and slowly widen my knees.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, his eye locked to the damp silk.
Pure lust stabs savagely between my legs.
“If I was there, I’d have my knee pushing against that gorgeous pussy and my mouth all over you.” His voice is low and remorseless. “I’d take your nipples one at a time, the way you like it. Close my lips over them and roll them under my tongue until you were arching up and begging for more.”
“Ah.”
“Your nipples get as hard as my cock, angel. I’d push them together so I can move between them until you’re pulling at my hair and begging me to fuck you.”
“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, God.” My body ripples on the chair, my hands pushing my breasts toward the camera and his delicious mouth.
“Open your eyes, Ofelia.”
My eyes fly open to find him staring right at me, his eye burning into my own.
“You don’t get to come yet.” His smile twists with dark intent. “Take your knickers off.”
I slide my hands down my body, relishing the narrowing of his eye as he follows them. I stand up on shaking legs, then, seized by a dangerous impulse, turn my back to the camera.
“What—” he begins, then stops abruptly as I slip my thumbs beneath the cami bottoms and bend at the waist.
I ease the silk over the cheeks of my ass, inch by inch, my hands shaking as I try to retain control.
I can’t stifle a gasp when the air hits the bare, aching heat of my core.
I drop the shorts to the floor and lean forward, more to brace myself against the chair than in any deliberate effort to arouse him.
But going by his sharp intake of breath, I’ve done that anyway.
“Christ.” His voice has dropped into a hard rasp that sends heat flooding between my legs. “You have the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life, angel. You’re dripping wet, did you know that?”
I moan quietly, arching my back and spreading my shaking knees wider, the thought of him staring at me turning me on more than I ever imagined possible.
“You need my mouth on you. My tongue on your swollen clit. If I covered you right now, you’d explode, wouldn’t you, angel?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, barely able to breathe, let alone speak.
“Turn around.”
Helpless to resist, I do as he says.
Oh, fuck.
His cock is rearing up against his belly, hard as an iron bar. I stare at it, mouth open, literally watering to take him.
“Sit back in the chair and spread your legs. Knees up.” His voice has taken on a fierce edge, commands that don’t tolerate refusal. I almost fall back into the chair, sighing as I draw my heels up to the edge, my eyes locked on his pulsing dick.
“One hand on your tits,” he growls. “I want to see the other between your legs.”
Too far gone to refuse, I do as he says.
“Ah,” I cry, as my fingers find my wet, impossibly swollen center.
“You’re so fucking turned on, angel. Where do you want your hands? On your clit or inside?”
Oh my God. “Inside.” I’m about to lose my mind.
“Only one finger,” he warns.
I make a noise of protest, and he gives a dark laugh. “Two fingers and we both know you’ll come in seconds.”
The fact that he’s right doesn’t make it any easier.
“Squeeze your nipple.”
I do, my finger beginning to move.
“That’s it,” he says in that low, gravelly voice. “Your pussy is so fucking sexy, angel. So wet and swollen and delicious. You taste so fucking good in my mouth. Feel so good around my cock.”
“Oh!” My finger curls up inside myself, my hips writhing off the chair.