Chapter 15 - Lev
I sit at the head of the polished mahogany table, trying to focus on Anoushka and Pippa's presentation. My sister's enthusiasm is contagious as she pitches Pippa and her latest project for our social responsibility wing. Pippa, on the other hand, doesn’t seem like herself. For the past two days, she’s been avoiding me around the house. She’s been holed up in her room, always sleeping, or studying. I’ve eaten my meals alone and thought nothing of it. Maybe her school work has taken a toll.
But even around the office, she’s been listless.
"Imagine the impact we could make in underprivileged communities," Anoushka says, gesturing at the graphs projected on the screen behind her.
There’s a silence, and Anoushka clears her throat. “Pippa?” she says gently.
Pippa looks at Anoushka, surprised as though she’d forgotten where she was. “What? Sorry,” she mumbles. She steps forward, her dark, wavy hair framing her beautiful face. But, she doesn’t look at me. Instead, she faces the screen. "By investing in education, healthcare, and infrastructure, we can create a lasting positive change."
Her voice, so soft, sends shivers down my spine, and I struggle to keep my mind from wandering. Why isn’t she looking at me? After this meeting, I must speak with her.
Just as Anoushka starts detailing the budget allocation, Boris's previous secretary, Natalia, saunters into the room. She's dressed provocatively, wearing a tight black skirt and a stark white blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease. I grit my teeth, irritated by her interruption.
"Excuse me, Lev," she purrs, leaning over the table to offer me a file folder I had requested from a subordinate of hers. She touches my hand and gives it a squeeze as I take it. She has no reason to drop in. Her cleavage is on full display, and she makes no secret of her intentions.
"Please, go on," I say, trying to maintain my composure. I take the folder without looking at its contents, knowing it's just a ploy to get my attention. Natalia could have very well handed it to me after the meeting.
"Right, so…" Pippa hesitates, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She clears her throat and continues, "We've identified several key areas where our investments would have the most significant impact." Her voice trails off, and she shuffles through her papers, almost like she’s forgotten there should be more.
"Such as?" I ask, gently urging her to refocus.
"Primary school education, for one," Pippa says slowly. "By partnering with local schools and providing resources and training, we can improve the quality of education for thousands of children. Studies show that the quality of primary school education can make or break a child’s future, so we think it’s wiser to strength the basics."
"Excellent point," I say, nodding. "And what about healthcare?"
Just then, Natalia walks over and begins to pour me some water. I ignore her as she lingers her hand over my shoulder and bends down to whisper in my ear. “I thought you might be thirsty.”
I see a flash of rage cross Anoushka’s face while Pippa looks pale. I shrug Natalia’s hand off my shoulder.
Anoushka jumps in, talking louder than necessary. "We can provide nutritious meals during school hours, with takeaway boxes. Many children struggle to get their dietary needs met. Apart from that, we will work with local clinics and hospitals to have awareness drives on personal hygiene in schools.”
"Sounds promising," I say, trying to ignore the secretary's lingering presence. But Natalia now proceeds to drop a box of pens on the floor in front of me, bending down on all knees to pick them up.
“Natalia,” I say calmly, at last. “Could you please go and line up my schedule for tomorrow morning’s briefing?”
I do not wish to have her handle my tasks, but I need her out of this room, stat.
She pouts, clearly disappointed that her attempts to entice me have failed. She slinks out of the room.
I catch Pippa's eye, silently urging her to continue. Pippa hesitates, her gaze flickering nervously to the door through which Natalia just left. I give her an encouraging nod, silently urging her to ignore what happened with the unwanted presence in the room.
"Finally, infrastructure," Pippa says, her voice trembling a little. "By investing in cool ventilation systems, state-of-the-art communications, and allocating personal computers and tablets to each student, we can bridge the digital gap in these communities."
"Agreed," I say, impressed by her thorough research and passion for the project. "Let's discuss this further after the meeting."
"Of course," Pippa replies, but there’s no smile on her face, no sense of that usual pride. Something doesn’t just seem off. It is off.
As soon as the meeting ends, Pippa gathers her things, avoiding looking in my direction. She slinks out.
I think she might be a little annoyed by Natalia. I promise to make it up to her a little later.
An hour later, I walk by her desk with a cup of coffee. “You look like you could use some,” I say, smiling at her.
She doesn’t bother looking up. “Just had some,” she says. To my surprise, she leaves the cup unattended.
I frown and walk away, already late for a meeting.
At the end of the day, I find Pippa just as she’s making her way toward the door, hoping to clear the air between us. "Hey! Wait up."
Pippa hesitates before reluctantly turning to face me, her expression guarded. My heart clenches at the sight of the distance she's trying to put between us.
"Can we talk?" I ask gently, desperate to make things right.
"About what, Lev?" Pippa replies, her voice cold and distant.
“It just seems like you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”
“Have I?”
I think back to what happened today and begin to understand that perhaps she was more bothered by Natalia than I thought. I can't blame her for feeling hurt. I need to find a way to make her understand that nothing happened with Boris's old secretary.
"Please, Pippa," I plead, my voice cracking with emotion. "Just give me a chance to explain."
For a moment, Pippa looks like she might relent, but then she shakes her head and walks away, leaving me standing there. I can't let this misunderstanding fester between us, so I stride after her.
"Wait," I call out. She freezes but doesn't turn around, and I can feel the wall she's trying to build between us growing higher. "Can we go for a drive? Please?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of anxiety raging inside me.
There's a pause, and then she sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine," she mutters softly. "But don't expect me to talk."
"Fair enough," I agree, simply grateful for the opportunity to make things right.
***
The city lights blur past, painting the car's interior with a kaleidoscope of colors. Pippa stares out the window, her expression guarded and distant. The tension between us is excruciating, and I find myself clenching the steering wheel tighter as we drive.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" I attempt to break the ice, my voice tense.
"Sure," she replies flatly, not bothering to look my way. Her hands rest in her lap, fingers nervously playing with each other.
"Listen, Pippa," I begin, trying to navigate this delicate conversation. "I really want to make things right between us."
"Is that so?" Her tone is laced with skepticism, but at least it's a response.
"Absolutely. You’ve come to mean a lot to me, and I want to know what’s going on," I say earnestly, hoping she can hear the sincerity in my voice.
"Lev," she sighs, finally turning her face toward mine. "Maybe it's just easier if we're both honest with ourselves. We're free to date other people, right?"
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The image of Pippa with another man torments me, gnawing at the edges of my self-control. Jealousy flares through my veins, and I can't help but imagine her with someone else—laughing, touching, kissing. I can't let her think that this is what I want.
I pull the car up and take it into an isolated alley, bringing it to a stop.
“What are you doing?” she asks, looking around herself nervously.
I turn to her, and look her straight in the face. "Is that what you really want, Pippa? To date other people?" The question comes out harsher than I intend it to, but the jealousy coursing through me is unrelenting.
"I thought it's what you wanted," she bites back, a hint of anger in her voice.
"Me?" I scoff incredulously. "Why the hell would I want that?"
"Maybe because you're not used to being tied down to one woman," she retorts, her hands crossing defensively over her chest. “I’ve heard the rumors about all the supermodels and secretaries. I’ve seen you around the office, always laughing along with some blonde or skinny redhead.”
"Are you kidding me?" I snap, my patience evaporating. "That's rich coming from someone who just suggested we should see other people."
"Only because I thought it's what you wanted!" she exclaims, her voice cracking slightly.
"Damn it, Pippa!" I slam my palm against the steering wheel in frustration. "You should know by now that you're the only one I want. You've got me wrapped around your finger, for fuck's sake."
"Really?" Her voice is small and vulnerable, and my heart clenches in my chest.
"God, yes." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Look, I'm sorry for yelling. But the truth is I don’t want to lie to you. In the past, I did sleep with multiple women, dated around, and had a few office affairs. But that’s all in the past now. Don’t you understand?” I lean over and caress her cheek lightly. “There was always this void in my heart with those women. With you, that void doesn’t exist.”
Pippa's gaze flickers away from mine, and she hesitates before confessing, "I don't like the idea of you being with someone else either. I know it's stupid, but it makes me… jealous."
"Jealous?" I repeat, taken aback by her admission. "You have nothing to be jealous of, Pippa. You're it for me, you hear? As for why I didn’t tell that secretary off at work today, I just didn’t want to make things awkward and obvious. When women flirt, I let them down gently. But I will make my boundaries clear, and you will never have to witness anything like what happened today. I promise. Now, I’d rather we take this whole date-other-people bullshit off the table now because I want you, Pippa Anderson.”
"Really?" she asks, her eyes wide and searching.
"Really," I confirm, reaching over to tuck a strand of her wavy brown hair behind her ear. "You've turned my world upside down in the best possible way."
Her cheeks flush with a pretty pink hue, and I can't resist leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. The tension between us shifts, our earlier argument is forgotten as desire flares between us.
"Lev," Pippa whispers against my mouth, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“God, Pippa,” I moan, unbuckling my seat belt and leaning closer to her, taking her lips back against mine.
She puts her hands behind my neck and arches into me, pulling me closer. The car gear gets between us.
“Wait, wait, Pippa,” I tell her, pulling away. She looks at me with her lips parted, like I’m depriving her of oxygen, and I quickly readjust her seat to make it recline back in its entirety. The movement takes her by surprise and she giggles nervously as she falls back with the chair, now in a horizontal position.
"Fuck" I groan, unable to hold back any longer. I scramble over and position myself above her, balancing myself with both hands on either side of her. "I want you."
“I want you too,” she whispers, holding her neck up to nibble at my ear.
The way she says it, so soft and husky, makes my cock jerk in response. But I have to be wise.
I press my forehead against hers, trying to control my desire. "I know you do," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. "And I want you just as much. But we're in a public place."
"I wouldn't mind," Pippa says, her eyes smoldering with desire.
"Neither would I," I admit, my voice rough. "But it's not about us right now, it's about respecting the boundary between us and them. I won't take advantage of you, Pippa."
"You wouldn't," she says, her trust in me shining in her eyes.
“Baby,” I tell her, one hand gently roaming her curves, feeling the heat of her body beneath my fingertips. “Your first time… it should be special.”
She frowns, a flash of anger overcoming her face. “It’s special wherever it is, Lev. With you. Or am I not good enough for you?”
There it is, that same flash of jealousy I’m trying so very hard to eradicate from her. If this is what she needs to know she’s special, then so be it.
“Never, ever ask me that again,” I say ferociously, slamming my lips against hers and pushing her down against the seat. I hold her chin in my hand as I kiss her lips till they swell and part, letting my tongue roam in her mouth.
She moans beneath me, wriggling ever so gently.
I pull apart, checking one final time. "Here? In the car?" I ask, breathless, even as I arch into her touch.
"Unless you don’t want me," she teases, nipping at my lower lip playfully.
“Oh, I want you alright,” I say roughly, sliding her dress up with my hand. Her thighs tremble where my fingers touch, her own fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt, tracing patterns on my skin that send shivers down my spine.
We're lost in each other, passion taking over as we explore one another's bodies. Our kisses grow deeper, hungrier, as if trying to make up for lost time.
I inch my hands up her slightly parted soft thighs and reach for the warm slick between her legs. I place my hand over her panties, soft and slightly dewy, and begin to pet her through the thin fabric. Pippa moans, her hips arching into my touch, her breath becoming ragged with her desire.
I cup her pussy, massaging the soft skin through the fabric, and she gasps, her breath hitching as she feels the desire building between her legs. I know, because the material is soaking wet now.
"Lev," she whispers, her fingers fumbling with my belt. "Please."
I quickly remove my belt and unbuckle my trousers, pulling down the zip. She hungrily pulls down my trousers halfway down my legs. I slide my thumb and forefinger through the elastic of her panties, letting it slam shut against her skin, before grabbing them again and sliding them down her legs.
The car is tight and cramped, but all that matters is the two of us, here and now.
Pippa wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers gripping the back of my neck, her nails scratching lightly as she pulls me closer. I groan as I feel her heat, her wetness. I reach to the buttons of her dress, quickly unbuttoning them, exposing her generous, curvy breasts as they peek out through her bra.
I desperately tug at her bra, lifting her breasts out of them. She moans as I support myself on my knees and take both breasts in each hand, lavishing attention to one with my tongue, before moving on to nip at her pink, luscious nipple within the next second.
Before my eyes, her breasts peak with desire, pebbling under my touch.
“Lev,” she moans, grabbing my hands and pulling them away. “Make love to me, please.”
“Not quite yet, Sweetheart,” I tell her gently, caressing her hair. I don’t want today to be a repeat of the library. I don’t want her in pain.
I crawl downward until I sit on the floor before the seat, her legs parted before me. I place my mouth between her legs, allowing my tongue to slide easily between her slick folds. She lets out a low moan, burying her fingers in my hair.
The car is filled with a mixture of her scent and mine as we both writhe in sheer pleasure. I press my lips to her clit, sucking gently, feeling her body tremble as her arousal swells.
“Oh, Lev,” she cries out, her body moving to meet my lips and tongue. She’s soaking wet, her juices flowing down the side of my mouth. Good.
Gently, I prepare her for what’s to come. I take one finger, and slowly take it to the edge of her pussy, my tongue working on her clit. I place just the tip of it inside her and feel her clench. I wiggle it in small circles, loosening her. I keep licking her clit, and she moans and gasps, shuddering with each new sensation. When I pull my tongue out and dab it into her pussy with my finger, she clenches for a second and then sighs, becoming more relaxed. I inch my finger in again.
I look up at her. Pippa's eyes are closed, her expression one of pure bliss and I take this moment to slide my finger in wholly. Her hips buck off the chair and she bites her lower lip, moaning like she’s experiencing some sheer bliss only the heavens would know.
I smile to myself as I curve my finger into a C, tapping against the top of her walls from the inside while taking my tongue back to her clit. She’s breathless now. “Lev,” she moans, clutching onto her seat. “Baby, just like this. Yes. Oh my god, what’s happening?”
I remind myself she’s never experienced this before and work damn hard to make sure she feels amazing. I keep the pace just right, my fingers wet with her juices, and my tongue dabs at her at the same pace, repeatedly pleasuring that one sweet spot.
And then, it begins.
Just as I anticipated, I feel her pussy begin to clench.
“Lev?” she screams, confusion overriding her. “What’s happening?”
I say nothing, my tongue still moving in a rapid frenzy.
“Oh my god, Lev!” she moans, her shoulders jumping off the seat before slamming back down. I remove my tongue for a second, before gently biting her clit, and begin to pound her with my finger. In that moment, her entire body begins to seize with pleasure, her eyes rolling back, her moans becoming desperate and ragged. I feel her clench around my finger. She’s cumming.
Hard.
At that moment, she bucks and cries out, her voice echoing through the car. I know she’s a virgin, but I don’t expect her to come like that. She’s a fiery one, and I can’t help but feel proud of her and myself.
I hold on to her thighs till her orgasm subsides, keeping my finger in her. Her eyes flutter open, and she sighs. “Lev,” she whispers, still catching her breath. “That was… incredible.”
I smile, taking my finger out of her and sucking on it. “I’m glad you liked it,” I say, readjusting myself above her, my cock now at her entrance. “But that’s just the beginning.”
“The beginning?” she echoes, still in a dream.
“Mm-hmm,” I smile and tease her opening with my cock.
Her eyes widen with surprise, and she breaks into a smile. She places her hands over my ass, and gently pulls me closer. I inch closer, as she parts her legs wider, her hips held slightly above the rest of her body for me to take her.
“You sure?” I ask one last time.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles. I can see a flicker of apprehension and nervousness that she’s trying to hide from me, but I reassure her. “I promise, Sweetheart. I’ll make sure I take it slow. You’ll enjoy this just as much as everything else we’ve done.”
I gently ease it in, her body clenching around me. The sight of her biting her lower lip fills me with a need I barely control, but I focus on the feeling she provides me. I want to ram right into her, but she’s still a little resistant and tight. I gently begin to move my hips into a circular rhythm, working my way slowly in. I’m almost in, just half an inch to go, and gently, I slide all the way in. Her eyes widen, and she gasps and lurches, her nails digging into my back. I pause, hold myself in place, and look down at her with concern in my eyes. “Are you alright?” I whisper.
She bites her lips and lets out a small whimper, nodding her head. “Never been better,” she whispers.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands around my neck, pulling me closer, and I know that she’s not just surrendering to the passion; she’s giving herself to me completely. That thought fills me with a warmth I’ve never known before.
The moment is perfect. I feel her body respond to my touch, a shimmer of pleasure and delight shining in her eyes. Slowly, I begin to fuck her, moving at a steady pace that builds up her desire. Each thrust brings a soft moan from her lips, a sound that I know I’ll never tire of hearing. My hands hold her soft waist tightly, leaving little marks of white where I touch her.
I look into her eyes, seeing the pure passion reflected back at me.
“Is this how it’s supposed to feel?” she breathes, her voice barely audible.
I smile and kiss her lightly, my voice a harsh whisper against her lips. “This is just the beginning, Sweetheart. Trust me.”
I pick up my pace, thrusting deeper and harder into her, feeling her body responding with every move. I wrap an arm around her waist, lifting her up slightly, giving us both a better angle. Her moans grow louder, and I can tell she’s getting close.
My cock grows harder at the sound. I feel a raw, carnal need for her and begin to drive into her a little faster.
“Oh, Lev!” she moans, her fingers digging into my back, pulling me toward her, urging me to go deeper.
I fuck her even faster. The car shakes from our passion, and I close my eyes, reveling in the thrill of this very moment.
And then, I feel it. “Oh, Lev,” she calls out and clamps her pussy down around me. She closes her eyes, clenching her teeth tight, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her body trembles and jerks, her moans growing more passionate and louder. Her entire body vibrates, and I feel her pussy convulsing around me. She’s cumming.
I feel my release building, my cock aching for release. I thrust harder, faster, feeling her body give in to me. Her eyes meet mine, revealing the raw passion that courses through her veins. Her pussy relaxes around my cock, her orgasm having passed.
“Pippa,” I groan, my voice ragged. “I’m going to cum.”
She nods, her eyes wide with anticipation.
And then it happens. I quickly pull out, and my cock pulses, releasing wave after wave of my cum that drips down her legs. I feel myself collapse onto her, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. I hold her close. I kiss her, my lips soft, her breath heavy.
“You alright?” I whisper, my eyes searching hers for any sign of pain or discomfort.
Pippa nods, her face flushed with pleasure. “I could do this all the time,” she tells me.
I laugh and shake my head. “Little minx,” I give her a small kiss and pull away. I find some tissue, helping her clean up first, before I get dressed.