23. Mikhail
MIKHAIL
Ifreeze with my fingers on her second button, and the pistol grip is still warm in my waistband as the rattle comes again, a soft scrape outside the door.
Alina’s body locks under me and her thighs clamp my hips, so I lift my head from her throat and snap my eyes to the door, but no voices follow and no footsteps come, only the shop’s hum.
I pull back slowly and keep one hand on her waist to hold her steady, and she breathes fast with her eyes wide on mine as I tell her to stay. My other hand dips inside my coat and draws the suppressed Makarov, and I rack it silently while thumbing the safety off.
She nods with parted lips and a sharp rise to her chest, and I step away with my shirt open over my ink as I move to the door and press my ear against the wood.
There is silence, so I twist the lock and crack the door an inch with the pistol raised, and the hallway is empty, yellow light spilling from the kitchen door twenty feet down while the owner is nowhere in sight. I scan and listen, and it is clear.
I shut the door and the lock clicks back into place, and when I turn to her she is perched on the edge of the couch with her jeans unbuttoned and her zipper half down, her legs bare from the knees up where her shirt rides. Heat pulls at me hard, so I tell her it’s clear.
“You carry that?” she asks, her voice tight.
“Always,” I say, and I tuck the pistol into the small of my back and cover it with my shirt before stepping to her and gripping her chin, my thumb brushing her lip. “Want out? Say it.”
Her hand clamps around my wrist and she says no.
I yank her jeans down and she lifts her hips to help me, and the denim slides over her skin and past her knees as she kicks her shoes free and her socks bunch inside them.
The jeans hit the floor, and her panties are black lace with a thin strip soaked at the center, so I hook my fingers in the sides and pull them off slowly.
She lifts again and her thighs part wide, pubic hair trimmed short and lips pink and slick.
She stares at me, breathing in short pulls, and I drop to my knees between her legs, set my hands on her inner thighs, and push them open flat. Her scent hits me, musk and heat, and I lean in to lay my tongue flat on her clit and lick up slowly, which makes her jerk as her hands grab my hair.
“Mikhail,” she gasps.
I lick again and circle the nub firmly, and her hips buck as I pin one thigh down and hold her still.
I suck her clit in and graze it lightly with my teeth, and she moans low as her fingers tighten in my hair.
I slide my tongue down and push inside her, and wet heat coats my mouth while she tastes sharp with salt.
Her legs shake, so I add two fingers and curl them upward to stroke the spot inside her, and she arches with her back lifting off the couch as she hisses fuck.
I pump my fingers steadily and lap fast at her clit, and her walls clench while juices run down my hand. She pulls my hair hard. “God, don’t stop!”
Chuckling hoarsely, I suck harder while thrusting my fingers deep. I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it. Her thighs clamp around my head and she comes shaking, her cry muffled in her arm as fluids gush onto my tongue. I lick through it and slow her down.
I pull back and wipe my mouth on my sleeve before standing, and she slumps with glassy eyes and a heaving chest. I unbuckle my belt and pull my zipper down, and my cock springs free, hard and thick with a vein pulsing along it as precum beads at the tip.
Her eyes drop to it and she licks her lips. “Come here.”
I step close and she grabs the base and strokes once, her hand warm and tight as I groan low.
She leans forward, opens her mouth, and takes the head in, her tongue swirling as she sucks slowly.
I fist her hair and hold her still while she bobs and takes half of me down her throat, gagging softly before pulling back with spit stringing to the tip.
“Alina,” I say, my voice rough.
She looks up at me with her eyes locked on mine and sinks deeper, her cheeks hollowing as her hand pumps the base. My balls tighten, so I pull out and slap her cheek lightly with my cock, and she gasps with her mouth open.
“Up.”
I haul her to her feet, spin her, and bend her over the arm of the couch, and her ass lifts as her back arches. Her shirt rides to her ribs and she wears no bra, her tits hanging free, so I slap one ass cheek and watch it bloom pink. She yelps and pushes back.
“Harder,” she says.
I slap her again and my palm stings, and she moans as I grip her hips and set my cock at her entrance. I rub the head up her slit and coat it in her wetness, then push in slowly as tight heat grips me inch by inch. She pushes back and takes all of me, and my balls slap her clit.
“Fuck me,” she says.
I thrust hard and she cries out, and I pull back and slam in again as the couch creaks. Her walls pulse around me, so I grip her hair and pull her head back, arching her neck while I bite her shoulder and leave teeth marks on her skin.
“Harder,” she pants.
I pound fast and skin slaps skin as sweat beads on my back, and her tits swing with each thrust. I reach around and find her clit and rub tight circles, and she shakes and comes again, squeezing and milking my cock.
I pull out and flip her onto her back on the couch with her legs over my arms, and I slide back in deep. She claws my chest and her nails drag red lines as I fuck her steadily and watch her tits bounce, her nipples hard peaks.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does, her eyes wild. “Yes, yes, just there!”
“Good girl,” I say, and I thrust harder as her legs lock behind me at the ankles. I lean down and kiss her roughly, my tongue pushing into her mouth, and she bites my lip as I taste copper.
I break the kiss.
“Come inside me.”
I growl and snap my hips fast as my balls draw up, and I thrust deep and hold while cum shoots in hot ropes inside her. She clenches and milks every drop, pulse after pulse, and I collapse on her with ragged breaths.
I stay buried as I soften slowly and kiss her neck gently. She turns her head and finds my lips. “I want you again.”
Laughing, I pull out, and cum leaks from her, and I flip her onto her stomach with her ass high as my cock hardens fast. I slap her wet lips and slide in from behind, and she groans into the cushions.
The second round starts, and I grip her waist with both hands and pull her back onto me as my thrusts turn brutal and the couch shifts inches. Her ass ripples with each hit, and I reach under and pinch her nipple hard as she bucks wildly.
“Talk,” I say. “Tell me.”
“It feels so full,” she gasps. “Stretch me open.”
I spank her again and a handprint blooms. “More.”
“Your cock owns me,” she moans. “Fuck my pussy raw.”
I do, and sweat drips from my brow onto her back as my fingers dig bruises into her hips. She reaches back and spreads herself wider, and I watch my shaft disappear into her, and it’s hard not to be mesmerized at the mere sight of it.
I pull out suddenly and she whines. “On your knees.”
She drops fast and kneels on the rug with her mouth opening wide, and I fist my cock and stroke fast. “Beg.”
“Please,” she says. “Come on my face. Mark me.”
The tip flares and the first shot hits her tongue, which she swallows, and the next stripes her cheek and lips. She licks it off while looking up at me, and the last spurts across her tits as she rubs it in and slicks her nipples.
I haul her up and kiss her cum-smeared mouth, tasting myself on her, and I carry her to the small table and lay her back with her legs wide. My cock slides in easily, and I fuck her slowly this time, savoring the deep grind.
Her hands roam my back and trace my tattoos. “Stay in me forever.”
I roll my hips and hit her G-spot, and she shudders as we rub her clit together and she comes softly with her walls fluttering. I follow and fill her again, leaking around my base.
We breathe heavily, and I pull out and sit on the couch, pulling her onto my lap face to face as she grinds slowly with my cock half hard inside her. The kisses turn lazy.
The door stays quiet and the world outside waits, and tonight she is mine. I hold her tight and thrust up lazily as her head drops onto my shoulder, and we move together and build slowly again.
She whispers in my ear, “Tomorrow, I lead.”
I bite her earlobe. “Tonight, you follow.”
Slowly, we gather our bearings and head home. Oisin is fast asleep by the time we’re in. Alina kisses him goodnight and Enzo delivers a message from Vladimir. He’s confirmed the meeting.
I go to my room, giving Alina some time with Oisin. She joins me a few hours later. “Is he still sleeping?” I ask.
“Soundly,” she replies softly as she climbs into bed and straddles me, undoing my trousers and easing my cock free. She licks the tip again and that’s all it takes. “Sofia’s there.”
I nod and watch her with dark eyes as she sinks down on my cock, hair spilling over her shoulders as she rides it with her hips undulating back and forth.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter, holding her in place while I arch up to fuck into her. She laughs softly and clenches around me, and we fuck with our bodies locked and no more interruptions.
Her moans fill the room and my grunts answer them. Hours pass, and she rides me in reverse with her ass grinding my thighs as I watch it bounce and slap it red. She comes screaming my name, and I flip her and take her in missionary with her legs pinned wide, filling her a third time.
We collapse tangled together with skin sticky from sweat, and her fingers trace my jaw. “No regrets.”
“None,” I say, and I kiss her forehead and hold her as she drifts.