Chapter Eleven #2
I kiss him back, harder, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt, and he makes a sound—low, deep in his throat—that I feel everywhere. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer, and then I’m in his lap again, knees on either side of his thighs.
“Bedroom,” he says against my mouth.
I nod. I’m beyond words.
Warm from the wine, I let Alexei tug me up from the couch. He guides me down the hall, his large hands on my hips the whole way.
When we enter his bedroom, it’s dark and smells like him, and my knees immediately go weak.
“You’re sure?” he asks, which is so simple, but it undoes me more than anything else he could do.
“I’m sure.”
We stop in front of the bed, facing each other. The moment is quiet, intense, and filled with such promise. His eyes are smoldering on mine—that’s the only way to describe it—and my insides tighten.
“Take this off.” I lift Alexei’s shirt and press my hands flat against his abs, thinking I’ll never get used to how defined and firm they are. It’s a six-pack of heaven.
He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”
His shirt drops at our feet, and dear Lord, he’s so sexy. All those hours spent lifting weights have paid off. Sculpted muscles over broad shoulders, a trim waist, and a body that makes that coveted V, which makes my gaze travel south of its own accord. Pure perfection. It’s almost too much for me.
Well, almost . . . but not quite.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” he admits.
That makes two of us.
Before I have a chance to respond, he tugs my top off over my head and then pulls my leggings down my legs, along with my panties, and soon I’m completely bare.
My heart pumps faster.
“Your turn,” I murmur, reaching to unbuckle Alexei’s belt.
He watches me with that amused expression I’ve come to love.
When his pants and boxers are pushed down and then off, I can’t help but drop to my knees. And trust me, I’m not an oral sex kind of girl. I’m a him kind of girl, and his perfect cock begs to be licked and sucked.
“Baby,” Alexei says, as if to stop me, his hand on my jaw.
I grin up at him. “Hush. I want to.”
He lets out a deep groan as I fit my mouth around his rigid length and give it a generous kiss.
“Fuck,” he growls as I take him deeper.
I can’t get enough of him, and my hand strokes what I can’t fit into my mouth.
“It’s so good. Yes. Fuck.”
I meet his eyes and see that his attention is focused on me too. I continue to treat him to wet kisses that earn me plenty of praise until Alexei’s hands find my upper arms and he hauls me to my feet.
“Enough. I want to be inside you. Please tell me you want this too. Do you want this, Ryleigh, me inside you?” His voice is so perfectly rough and desperate for me.
I nod, suddenly speechless.
“You sure? We don’t have to. We could do what we did last night . . .”
I shake my head. “I want to.”
Then I’m laid down in the center of his bed, and Alexei moves over me. He kneels between my parted thighs and raises one of my legs, curving it around his hip.
I watch his eyes. They’re so intense. This moment means more to me than it should, but I can’t help myself. Alexei sheaths himself in a condom while I watch. It’s sexy how confident and sure he is.
He fits the head of his thick cock against my entrance and nudges forward. “Take a deep breath for me. This might be a tight fit.” He grins wickedly, and I raise my eyebrows.
I do as he says, inhaling deeply as Alexei presses forward. I almost buck beneath him.
Holy shit. I knew how well-endowed he is, but nothing prepared me for this.
His length slides inside me, claiming every inch of me, and makes my body clench with an even greater need.
“Alexei . . .” I moan once he’s fully seated.
“Yes. Say my name when I fuck you.”
I groan as he pulls back, grieving the loss of him.
But then he’s moving, his hips snapping forward again and again, and I can’t help the cries that tumble from my lips.
“Alexei, yes,” I moan.
He’s so big . . . so commanding . . . so sexy.
“That’s it, baby.”
He grips my ass cheek in one strong hand, pulling my body close. Part of me can’t even believe that we’re doing this. The other part of me can’t believe that we were able to wait this long.
I throw my head back against the pillow, lost in pleasure.
“Need you to come for me,” he says with a groan.
I move my hips against his, and Alexei brings a hand between us, rubbing my clit in firm circles as he continues to fuck me.
That’s all it takes to thrust me over the edge.
My release rips through me with such ferocity that I’m breathless as I cling to his shoulders. Heat blooms in my core, my body milking his as my vision nearly blacks out.
“Oh, Alexei . . .”
“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He groans, clutching my body close.
He moves, and I move with him, and we find a rhythm that builds slow and then faster, his forehead pressed against mine, my fingers in his hair, both of us making sounds that are low and pleasure-filled.
When I come the second time, it’s with his name on my lips and his hands gripping my hips and his whole body going tense above me. He follows me over the edge, shuddering, his face buried in my neck, and for a long moment, we just stay there, tangled together, breathing hard.
He pulls me against him, my head on his chest, his arm heavy around my shoulders. I trace patterns on his skin with my fingertip, and neither of us talks, and the silence feels like something we built together.
“Alexei?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you didn’t listen to your teammates.”
His chest vibrates with a quiet laugh. “Me too.”
I press my face against his skin, breathe him in, and close my eyes. His hand comes up to stroke my hair, slow and rhythmic, and I feel my body go loose and warm.
Seven days is nothing. But lying here in the dark, listening to Alexei’s heartbeat slow down under my ear, his fingers in my hair, and classical music still playing faintly from the living room—I think seven days might be enough to know that you want to try.
Holy. Shit.
That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had. Alexei may have ruined me for anyone else. And I’m not even mad.