29. Lev
Chapter twenty-nine
Lev
If I can’t convince her with my words that we should be together, I’m going to show her that we belong together. I’m going to fuck her so good she can’t help but fall in love with us.
I’m going to give her everything and hope that everything is enough to convince her not to give up on us.
I can’t imagine going back to being just her bodyguard, now that I know what she tastes like.
I can’t imagine sitting and watching her out on a date with another man, me sitting on the sidelines and watching her date someone else.
I almost killed Leo even before he cheated.
He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone monopolize a minute of her attention.
The cabin’s not that big, so when I place her in Roman’s lap, I managed to sneak to my room and get my bottle of lube before returning to the living room and watching her and Ro make out a little.
My chest swelled with pride seeing him finally take what he wants.
He’s just as bad as I am with wanting her, but he’s always been more selfless and stoic about it.
He has every reason in the world to not touch her, so I’m really glad that he’s finally given in.
Coming back to the moment, I check in with Mik, who’s mostly deaf now, but he only has eyes for Tatiana.
God, there goes my chest again, swelling with pride.
I’m glad the fucker finally got the girl after yearning for her for years.
I respect the man because I would’ve folded once a day, every day, if I’d been in his shoes.
I would’ve had wet dreams every night, fucked my fist with her panties every day, and fallen to my knees and confessed my undying love if she just looked at me the way she looked at Mik.
Currently, he’s letting his eyes wander over every beautifully naked inch of her body worshipfully.
For a moment I consider letting him take her anal virginity, but I wouldn’t want him to hurt her, since he’s never done it before. I went through a phase after high school, but for Tatiana I’ll go through another phase.
The desperation I feel clawing at my throat demands that I do anything and everything to keep her. I’m a selfish asshole, I know.
She jumps when the cold lube hits the crease at the top of her ass, but when I massage it around her hole, she moans into Ro’s mouth.
I nod at Mik, and then nod toward the fireplace, telling him silently to stoke the fire so she doesn’t get cold. He nods back, and I turn my focus back to the woman of the hour.
“Take deep breaths and relax for me, knyazhna,” I soothe. I press my middle finger into her tight ring of muscles up to the first knuckle, sawing it in and out and twisting so she gets used to the sensation, or has enough of a chance to tell me to stop.
“I think she likes that,” Ro says over her shoulder. She’s dropped her forehead to his pec, her eyes closed in concentration, her chest heaving. Ro holds the back of her head against his chest, and the other wraps tightly around her waist, grounding her to this moment.
I scissor two fingers back and forth, waiting for her to relax and let me in. Ro’s legs tremble in what I can only imagine is the worst form of cock warming edging. Better him than me.
My own cock is so hard beneath my sweats that it has its own heartbeat. I have to resist the urge to rut against her naked back. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. And convincing her to stay.
I pull myself out of my sweats and kneel on the mattress behind her, lining up my aching cock with her back entrance.
I look over to Mik and nod at him to join us. He stands instantly, positioning himself next to Ro on the couch. Tati must sense him, because the second his ass hits the couch, she’s leaning into him. He wraps a large hand around her throat and brings her mouth to his.
Greedily, Tati shoves her hand down his sweatpants, and his head lolls back onto the couch as she begins stroking him.
This is what I wanted. I wanted her so overwhelmed with pleasure, by sensations and sensory input from three men, that only being with one won’t compare.
I want to ruin her for anyone else. I want to be the only one to give her this level of pleasure.
Well, I guess I want the three of us to be the only ones who can take her this high.
I press my cock gently at her entrance, taking a deep breath in and blowing it out through pursed lips. Ro’s entire body is shaking now, and sweat has gathered at his temples. The man looks like he’s barely holding it together.
When the head of my cock slips through her tight ring of muscles, she moans and clenches around me. I almost blow on the spot.
I grip her hips tightly in my hands, digging my fingers into her flesh and willing her to stay still while I count backwards from one hundred.
When I get to eighty-seven, I feel a bit more in control, but Tati starts rocking her hips, fucking herself back onto my cock.
She bends forward, taking Mik’s cock in her mouth. He keeps one hand wrapped around her throat, but in the other he gathers up her mane of golden hair so he can watch her. Again, my chest swells with pride.
I feel like a footballer, happy and proud when my team scores.
Finally, I let her fuck herself onto me, letting her set the pace. I had planned to take the entire responsibility of it off her plate, but her reminder to Ro to let her make her own decisions replayed in my skull. This way, too, she can let me know if she’s in pain.
When I’m fully seated inside of her, I’m engulfed with the wettest, warmest sensation and my entire being has been reduced to the feeling of her wrapped around my cock. I could live and die in the moment, and I would be happy.
“Please!” Tati shouts suddenly. “Please fuck me!”
Gladly, knyazhna.
Ro’s hands replace mine on her hips as he lifts her slightly, bucking his up and fucking her from beneath.
I use my now free hands to spread her cheeks so I can watch her take my cock like a champ.
I let Ro set his pace and then match it to offset him.
He thrusts in; I pull out. He pulls out; I thrust in.
That way she’s always full of one of us.
Finally, she can’t concentrate on blowing Mik, so she wraps her hand around him but rests her cheek against his chest, her moans and mewls getting louder and louder.
“Ohmygod, I’m going to come!” she whines, and I can feel it.
On a long, primal moan, she clamps a vice around my dick, and I feel the base of my spine tingle.
My balls draw tight, and I use her orgasm to pull mine from me.
I give her short, shallow thrusts, hoping to prolong her own orgasm.
If she’s not completely spent after this, I’m going to have to fuck her again.
And again. And again. Until she becomes as addicted to me as I am to her.
She collapses forward, and I let my softening dick slide out of her. She whines in protest, and it pulls a satisfied smile from my face. Good. I want her to miss me being inside her.