Chapter 14 #2
Never one to miss an opportunity to aggravate the Irishman, Alexi smirks at him. “Am I wrong?”
Liam shakes his head, a faint smile on his lips. “Come on, Brian. It’s been a long night. Let’s get home.”
The two men climb into their vehicle, arguing softly over whether their wives have more power than they do. Once they’re gone, Alexi and Ulayna are left alone.
The night is still around them, stars winking faintly in the sky, with the distant hum of city traffic in the background.
Alexi steps up to where Ulayna is perched on the hood of his car. He grips her behind her knees and pulls her to the edge, one knee on either side of his hips.
“What am I going to do with you, Ptichka?” he asks.
She leans into him and wraps her legs around him. “I can think of a few things.”
He groans deep in his throat, the noise sounding more like a growl than anything. Pulling her tighter against him, he lets her feel his desire.
“Are you sore from earlier?” he asks, his breath whispering across her lips. It’s hard to believe that it was only a few hours ago that she gave herself to him in his office. It feels like a hundred years have passed since then, and his need for her is almost painful.
Ulayna nips at his lips in answer.
“I need you,” Alexi says, his voice sounding desperate even to his own ears. “I can’t seem to stop needing you.”
“Then take me,” Ulayna says.
Alexi drops his forehead to hers. “I need to know that you want this. Not just to please me, but because you crave me as much as I crave you. I don’t just want your consent. I want your desire.”
“Alexi,” she says, the words ghosting across his lips. “I want you. It’s been a crazy few hours, and I want to celebrate my victory with orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms, please.”
He chuckles darkly. “That, I can do.”
Unleashing his control, he tugs her hair back and bites at her jaw, her earlobes, her neck. “If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me immediately,” he insists. “Or if there’s anything you want me to do that I’m not, you tell me that too.”
“Alexi… Shut up and fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command, Ptichka.”
She shivers at the sound of her nickname against her skin.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he yanks it over her head. He takes a second to let his greedy eyes rake over her pale, creamy skin, ethereal in the moonlight. Even with bandages covering her scraped skin and smudges of dirt on her face, she’s beautiful.
She gives him a few seconds, then, unable to wait, she reaches for him and pulls his mouth back to hers.
Unlike last time, he’s unrestrained. He’s able to explore her, feel her, taste her. And he doesn’t waste the opportunity. While his hands stroke her sides and arms, his mouth moves down her body, sucking and licking. The taste of her skin is like fine wine on his tongue—bold and velvety.
She sucks in a shocked breath when his teeth find her nipple through the thin cotton of her bra. He sucks it into his mouth, then moves to the other. As the cold air washes across the wetness, the sensation makes her moan.
He grins wickedly, then helps her peel the sports bra off over her head.
His large hands engulf her small breasts as he kneads and massages them. When he rolls their stiff points between his fingers and tugs gently, her head tips back in ecstasy. The pleasure mixed with the smallest bit of pain sends an electric current straight to her core.
“Please!” she begs, not even sure what she’s asking for.
She’s never experienced anything like this. It’s like she’s being consumed by him as he uses his mouth and hands to explore every inch of her.
Desperate to feel him too, she tugs at his shirt and fumbles with the buttons. Impatient, she yanks the seams apart. Buttons go flying as she rips it open. Hungrily, her hands skate over his skin, down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and around his back.
The urgency between them escalates, and Alexi can’t wait any longer to taste the rest of her. He yanks her pants down her hips and rips her underwear off. He steps back and shoves her knees open to make room for his shoulders.
“Alexi!” she cries out in surprise. “What are you—”
Her words cut off with a moan when his mouth finds the aching bundle of nerves between her thighs.
Needing something, anything, to hold on to, she twines her fingers in his hair.
He glories in the sharp tug of her fingers in his hair, using the slight pain to ground him and keep him from losing control completely.
Her bold wine flavor is stronger here, and he can’t seem to get enough. Her thighs glisten with her arousal, and he traces every inch with his tongue, lapping at her. He explores every fold, every crevice of her, before finally kissing her entrance.
He moves back to her clit, sucking it into his mouth with hungry pressure as he slides two fingers into her slick cunt.
He curls his fingers slightly inside her, finding her G-spot, and she screams. Her legs clamp down around his head as if to keep him there forever, and her back arches.