40. Vasiliy #2
It’s all I can think—the only thought spiraling inside my skull. I’m fucking obsessed. She’s lost to need, clutching every piece of me she can reach to chase her high, and she’s never looked prettier. A siren. Women like this were made to lure men off cliffs.
It doesn’t escape me that each comment causes her muscles to clench tighter around my digits and her hips to twitch with uncontrolled thrusts. Seems like my girl’s got a bit of a praise kink. I wonder what other delicious secrets she’s hiding behind those pretty green eyes.
Soon enough, she’s moaning hard against my shoulder, teeth tightening into my skin.
“That’s my girl. Come for me,” I say, while fighting the urge to come in my own pants just listening to the wet, sticky sound of my fingers sliding into her tight core. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager, but I can feel my control fraying.
She comes with a sharp inhale, which slowly gushes free from her lungs alongside an addictive cry.
I watch.
That was so fucking hot.
My fingers thrust leisurely, slowing the pace and allowing her to catch her breath in the comedown.
But then she yanks her teeth free and laps away the hurt with her wet tongue.
“More.”
The word catches me off guard, and my already straining dick weeps a little harder.
“I don’t have a condom,” I say slowly, trying to calm my heart’s thundering pulse.
“Are you clean?” She raises a brow.
“Well, yeah, but—”
She surprises the hell out of me, her fingers dropping to my belt and tugging hard at the buckle.
“You’re not just supposed to believe people when they say that. They could be lying to your face,” I protest, clenching my teeth in a failing effort to ignore how close her hand is to my dick. I don’t even know what I’m saying at this point. The desperation is cloying.
One inch.
Two centimeters.
“You know better than to try that,” she says, dipping her hand into my boxers and freeing the entire girth in her small hand. The image permanently sears into my mind. “Just go get me one of those pill things after.”
Fuck. Zero fucking centimeters.
I heave out a breath that might’ve turned into a laugh if I wasn’t so goddamn preoccupied by the feeling of her hand stroking my length. “Plan B?”
“Yeah. Super responsible shit.” She squeezes me. Hard. I groan, pushing her back into the wall.
“We don’t have to do this right now,” I say as level-headed as I can manage. “We said we’d take it slow—”
“We did take it slow, Vas. That’s why I’ve had to suffer through lying next to you every night for weeks on end without any sweet relief. I did slow. I’m done with it. I promise, I’ll be fine this time.”
“You don’t have to promise that.” My hand slides beneath her jaw, raising those heated eyes to meet mine. “If you’re not fine, we’ll keep experimenting. We’ll find something that works for us. Understand?”
She tilts her head down in an unconvincing nod. That won’t do.
“Octavia,” I hedge, leaning my forehead to hers. “I need to hear it.”
“I understand.” She punctuates the words with an experimental pump that has me flexing helplessly into her hand.
“But the only one you experiment with will be me.” My voice thins with the final threads of my snapping restraint.
“Because once we do this, you’re mine. You don’t get to touch anyone else but me.
Not Dmitri or any of the other heart-eyed fucks that track you through the compound, begging for a chance.
I’m the only one who will have the privilege of being anywhere near this pretty pink pussy. ”
Like she ever had any choice in the matter.
She looks up to my gaze, leaning in until her lips are brushing mine. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”
I’ve never heard sweeter words in my life. I set her legs down just long enough to tug her pants down and lift her back into my arms. Her lips find mine, instantly opening to my searching tongue.
Before long, the length of my dick is pressed against her wet folds, grinding against her clit.
“Vasiliy,” she breathes, yanking my attention. I freeze.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” I ask softly.
“No. I just…this is my first time,” she whispers, face flushing.
“I know, baby. That’s okay, we’ll take it slow—”
“I don’t want to be in charge,” she interrupts, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Of any of it, really. I’m a control freak. I’ll start overthinking, and wonder if I’m doing something wrong, and then…”
I cut off her nervous ramble with a soft kiss, framing her cheeks between my palms. “You don’t have to be in charge. I’ll take care of everything, okay? And there isn’t a single way you can do something wrong or that I won’t like.”
“But…”
“No buts,” I say sternly. “All you have to do is fucking exist, and I lose my mind. Just close your eyes and tell me when something feels good. And if something feels bad, tell me that too. I promise it won’t ruin anything.” I nuzzle her closer, breathing her in. “You trust me?”
“With my life,” she says.
The admission undoes me.
I dive into her mouth, distracting her with kisses as I roll my length over her wet heat. Then I line up at her entrance and push my tip in.
The pressure is instant and overwhelming. It’s all I can do to pant out my breath and force down the drive to slam into her.
She whines, arching for more.
When I finally feed myself halfway in, her breaths increase, panting into my neck.
“Doing okay?”
“Really tight.” I can feel her breath catching in her lungs. “I’m okay, though.”
Yeah. “Really tight” is a fucking understatement.
I stay completely still for a moment, raking through her sweaty hair with my fingers as she adjusts to the size of me.
Then, when her muscles relax a little bit more, I take her by surprise, thrusting balls deep in one smooth motion.
Fucking. Heaven.
She cries out at the new sensation, sucking me in so fucking good.
“Such a good girl. Look at you taking me so well,” I murmur, leaving soft, open kisses all over her cheeks. “Your cunt was made for me.”
After taking a moment to adjust, she begins to squirm on my length, experimentally grinding her clit against me.
“That.” Her throat bobs. “Do that again. Please.”
I start thrusting in earnest, pulling out and slamming back into her tight pussy. Her high moans echo through the small room, creating a delicious cacophony. My own orgasm pulls at the base of my spine, hardening my dick to a steel fucking rod.
She starts riding me faster, meeting my thrusts head-on with matched passion. When she reaches her peak, muscles squeezing impossibly tighter around me, I follow right after her, exploding into her cunt. The door rattles behind the weight of my thrusts.
My cum paints her inner walls as the bliss floats through my body.
I can’t speak. Can’t let go of my tight grip around the angel in my arms. All I can do is exhale ragged gasps and breathe her in.
My arms rake over her back in comforting swipes, waiting for her to pull her face back and flash me those dazzling eyes. I need those green gems like an addict needs his next fix. When a few minutes go by, and her chin is still tucked into my neck, my stomach turns.
“Octavia,” I murmur, trying to pull her back and catch a glimpse of her face. She resists, causing my instincts to run rampant. I went too hard. Too much.
I hurt her.
“Octavia,” I say again, a little more force in my tone. “Did I hurt you? I did, didn’t I?” Panic seeps into my tone, vibrating my arms as I pull her closer.
“Not at all,” she whispers, but then a sharp sniff cuts through the air.
No. No, no, no.
I capture the back of her neck with one hand, and when I meet her wet eyes, my panic flares.
“Please. You have to tell me what hurts so I can fix it,” I beg, swiping a rogue tear from her cheek with my thumb.
“Nothing, Vas, I promise,” she says, punctuating the unconvincing statement with another little sniffle. “It’s not you. You’re perfect. It’s me…” She tucks her chin in an adorable attempt to hide from me, as if I wasn’t just inside her minutes before. “I didn’t…I guess…”
Didn’t what?
“Tell me,” I whisper, lowering my forehead to hers. I know she came. I could fucking feel every second of her orgasm.
“I-I guess some part of me never truly believed it could ever feel good.”
My heart rips open. I can hear the second part she chose not to say out loud. For someone like me.
She didn’t think sex could feel good for someone like her.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. How am I supposed to speak normally after hearing something so horrifying?
“They’re overwhelmed tears, okay? No regret,” she says quickly, narrowing her shiny gaze to mine. “Don’t you dare spin this into regret. I think I’m owed a tiny breakdown, all things considered.”
Not hurt. I didn’t hurt her.
I feel like I’m learning to breathe all over again.
“Anyone would be overwhelmed,” I say, pulling her face closer with a hand on each cheek. “You can have all the breakdowns you need, so long as they happen in my arms.”
Another wet sniff breaks through the air at my words.
I pull her into me, holding her so tight, my arms pinch with strain.
This time, when she breaks into a silent sob in the curve of my neck, I’m no longer terrified of pulling back to see regret lining her eyes.
She can break apart. I will glue every piece back together.