Chapter Nine – Solomon
Turning on the tap, I poured myself a glass of ice-cold water and gulped it down quickly. The cold burned in my throat, the shock of it waking me up, and I let out a sigh.
It had been a long night. A long one. The longest since I had arrived here to start doing this job in the first place, in fact – the first time I had really felt like I was struggling to keep my eyes open, and keep my head in the game.
I was on shift tonight, and Alex was asleep in the room across from me – though I doubted he would have been up for much in the way of conversation even if he had been awake, not after what had happened earlier in the week when he had confronted me about my attraction to Olya.
Shit, all I had done was tell him the truth, right? There was no point trying to deny, the way I felt about her. Better to be honest than play it all uptight like him. That was the problem with Alex sometimes, he got so into his own head, so stuck by the rigid rules he laid out for himself, he had a hard time accepting that sometimes, things didn’t go exactly as you had planned them.
But me? I knew there was no point denying the tension that was hanging in the air in this place. It had been there since we had arrived, but I had just read it as nothing more than her irritation that she had a couple of people watching over her at all times. Now, though? Now, I was starting to see that there was a whole lot more to it, a whole lot more behind the way she treated us. She was clearly enjoying toying with the two of us, making the two of us want her, and knowing there wasn’t a damn thing we could do to indulge it without landing ourselves in some serious trouble.
She knew the effect she had on men, and there was something I found really fucking sexy about that. Seeing the way she carried herself like she was well aware of how much we stared, had my head going in a hundred different directions at once. There was so much I wanted to do to her, so much I wanted her to beg me to do to her...
Fuck. I had to get back to work. I knew Alex would freak out if he woke up to find that I was hanging out in the kitchen instead of keeping watch over the apartment, even though he knew as well as I did that there was no actual threat of danger hanging over our heads right now. Nobody was coming to this place to try and cause trouble, and that was making it harder than ever to keep my mind on the job and not on, well...
Oh, hey.
My head snapped around, and there she was, the very girl I hadn’t been able to get out of my head these last few days. Olya. She was leaning against the frame of her bedroom door, looking slightly surprised to see me there, dressed in nothing but a light nightdress that skimmed over the tops of her thighs. Fuck, as if I wasn’t having a hard enough time keeping my hands to myself...I had always been a sucker for curvy women, and her body looked like something out of a painting, the soft curves of her waist and the thickness of her thighs...
What are you doing here? she asked me, as she made her way towards the kitchen.
I could ask you the same thing.
I’m thirsty, she replied, brushing past me to grab a glass of water. She was close enough to me, for a split second, that I could see the softness of her neck, how delicious it looked, the soft, sweet scent wafting from it. Could she feel me watching her? She didn’t acknowledge it if she could.
Me too, I muttered. And God, it was true. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She must have known, must have been aware of it, but right now, she was playing like she didn’t have a clue. She lifted the glass to her lips, and I found my gaze drawn to her mouth on the edge of it, those soft lips caressing the glass just like they should have been caressing my...
Alex not up? she asked. I shook my head.
Just the two of us.
She flashed me a grin.
That works for me, she remarked. Cocking her head to the side, she looked me up and down slowly.
You know, he sometimes seems kind of uptight, she remarked. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Yeah, sometimes, I agreed. He doesn’t mean anything by it though. He’s just trying to do what he thinks is right.
Oh, yeah? she remarked. And what about you?
What about me?
What do you think is the right thing to do, exactly?
Oh, fuck. That question had a whole heap of implications, and she knew it, damn well. She knew that I wanted her. It must have been written all over my face. And the thought of denying it, of pretending I was anything other than completely and utterly taken in by her right now, it felt impossible.
I don’t know, I replied, carefully. I wasn’t going to push for anything. If she wanted this, she had to be the one to admit it. She must have known how much I was putting on the line by even getting this close to her, a single step more, and I might have ruined things.
No? she replied. She shifted towards me slightly. There were only a few inches between us in the kitchen right now, and she planted the glass of water down on the counter next to her. My gaze traveled up her arm, to the crease of her neck, the lobe of her ear. I had to fight the urge to lick my lips. She just looked so fucking delicious.
What do you think? I asked her, turning the question around on her. She grinned, her gaze flitting down to my mouth for a moment.
I think you could get in a lot of trouble if I tell you what I really think, she murmured.
Maybe I like trouble, I replied. She caught her breath, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.
I guess you might, she admitted, a little giggle bubbling at the back of her throat. You want me to tell you anyway?
Uh-huh, I replied, closing the distance between us, reaching out, and resting a hand on the counter just next to her. I wasn’t touching her, but I could feel the electricity crackling in the air between us, as clear as day. No matter how much I wanted to cling to this plausible deniability, there was another part of me just aching to give in already, aching to pull her close to me and kiss her and give in to this feeling between us.
She reached up, her hands cupping my face. And, slowly, carefully, as though she was making sure I still had a chance to pull back if I wanted to, she brushed her lips against mine for the first time.
That, she breathed to me, her voice a little shaky. That’s what I think...
And before she could get out another word, I grabbed her hips, pulled her into me, and kissed her properly, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Fuck, I knew this was a stupid idea, but my body was screaming at me to keep going, screaming at me to do more, to take her before all the good sense could hit me and I stopped this.
I lifted her onto the counter, letting my teeth catch against her lip for a moment before I moved down – kissing her cheek, her chin, her neck, moving up to her ear as I pushed the hem of her skirt over her hips to expose her. She groaned against my ear, hands skimming down my back, clutching me and pulling me in tight. I breathed in the scent of her skin, greedy for it, wanting to gorge myself on this moment because I knew it wouldn’t last long. My good sense was going to hit me soon enough, and when it did, I was going to have to stop in my tracks...
I moved my hand between her legs, parting her thighs with ease, and found that she wasn’t wearing underwear; she’d come out here, half-undressed, to see me. Yeah, she’d had one thing in mind, one thing only, the same thing I did. And I was more than happy to gift it to her.
She gasped as I cupped my hand around her pussy, feeling the warmth emanating from between her legs already – feeling how much she wanted me, how much she craved me. I felt as though I was losing myself to this moment completely, unable to hang on to any good sense as I brushed my fingers along her lips. Her whole body trembled in response, shuddering against me, and she pushed her hands into my hair and kissed me again.
But I wanted to kiss her for real – I wanted to use my mouth to make her come. I felt as though I was starving for it, starving for her, my cock swelling beneath my pants at the very thought of tasting her. I pulled back, dropping down to my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs wide and gazing up at her for a moment, all laid out in front of me.
Her eyes were dark with want, her hands still in my hair – I didn’t move my gaze from hers as I began to kiss slowly up the inside of her thighs, watching her jaw tense and her eyes roll back as the pleasure started to get the better of her.
I could smell the sweet muskiness of her pussy as I drew closer and closer, and she let out a low, needy whine, shifting herself to the edge of the counter as I inched towards her most sensitive spot. I could tell how much she wanted this, it was impossible for her to deny, and right now, the only thing I cared about was making her come. I traced my tongue along the crease of her thigh, watching as she squirmed right in front of me, silently telling me just what she needed...
And then, finally, I pressed my mouth against her pussy for the first time. She groaned, gripping hold of me tight, her fingers digging into my hair as though she was keeping me in place – as though there was anywhere in the world I would have wanted to be right now but between her legs.
I caressed her clit with my tongue, feeling her soft nub beneath my lips, drawing it into my mouth and sucking on it softly. She squirmed, arching her back and pushing herself into me, grinding herself into my face as though I was nothing more than a toy for her to use to get herself off.
And that’s exactly what I wanted to be, at least right now. I was here to serve her, right? Here to keep her safe. And if keeping her safe meant attending to these urges she had in the middle of the night, hell, I was more than happy to do it.
Oh, my God, she gasped, and I reached up to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I knew if Alex walked in on the two of us, he was going to lose his mind with anger, and that was the last thing I needed right now.
I could feel her warm breath against my palm as I massaged her clit with my tongue, long, slow circles traced out around her until I could feel her thighs starting to squeeze either side of my head. She was rocking back against me now, small moans escaping from her mouth, muffled against my hand. I was rock-hard beneath my pants, but all I could think about was getting her off, making her come, feeling her go over the edge and into her relief at last – just like she deserved, just like she needed...
All at once, I felt it, her pussy spasming beneath my mouth – her clit throbbing as the blood rushed between her legs, her thighs squirming either side of my head as she crested. Her breath was warm and rapid against my palm, and I dropped it down to my side once more, desperate to hear the little moans she made as she came. She whined with pleasure, the sound burning itself into my brain, even more delicious than I could have imagined.
Finally, she pushed me back from between her thighs, her cheeks flushed as she gazed down at me. I rose to my feet once more, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her in close, my tongue in her mouth, so she could taste herself all over me.
I didn’t want this to be over, but I knew we had already risked so much. Even though my cock was aching inside my pants, doing any more, going any further, might have been asking for trouble, asking to be caught in the act by Alex – who would have lost it if he’d known what we were doing in here.
You should get back to bed, I murmured against her mouth, and she reached up to link her hands at the nape of my neck.
Really? she asked, pouting. I could see her wetness smeared across her lips. Fuck, that was how – but I couldn’t let myself think about it too long, or I was going to get distracted from the task at hand.
Really, I told her, kissing her one more time. I don’t want us to get caught. Okay?
She grinned a flash of deviousness in her eyes.
I can keep my mouth shut, she murmured. And if I can’t...I guess you can just keep me quiet, huh?”
Oh, fuck, Olya, I groaned, pressing my forehead into hers. You have any idea how hot you are to me?”
I forced myself to pull back from her, even though it took every little bit of self-control I had.
Go to bed, I ordered her. And if you wake up thirsty again...
Oh, don’t worry, she told me, hopping off the counter and grabbing the glass of water she had planted next to her. I think I can handle it.
And, with that, she made her way out of the kitchen, heading back towards her bedroom. I reached down to adjust the hard-on beneath my pants, wishing I could follow her in there. Maybe not tonight...but sometime, right? Somewhen, I would be able to indulge the desire that was making everything in my line of sight blur into one huge mess...
Shit, I had to believe I would. Even if it was going to land me in a whole hell of a lot of trouble with Alex. Maybe it was worth it.
Because, when it came to Olya, I didn’t think I had the strength to deny myself much longer.