Chapter 17 #3
His right hand held my thigh up while his left slid from my neck to my breast and then my ass as he buried himself in me.
His touch sent waves of pleasure through me.
I trembled in response. “Oh God, yes.”
I closed my eyes tight as his thickness stretched me out.
His thick head pushed against the deepest part of me, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was fucking me raw.
My eyes flew open as I clenched around him.
The thought of it seemed to ignite something in me and goose bumps spread across my skin.
He let out a low guttural noise and stopped moving. Our eyes locked.
As if he were reading my thoughts, he whispered, “You’re so fucking wet… and warm… and fuck—you feel so fucking good.”
I shuddered.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I started grinding my hips against him. I worked myself up and down his shaft. My muffled moans seemed to call to him, making him harder. His low grunts punctuated the air, turning me on even more.
Our mouths found each other as we felt each other up. His fingers danced over my skin as his dick speared me. Our tongues wrestled gently, and we talked with our bodies.
Putting my hands underneath his shirt, I held on to him.
When he hit my spot, my head tipped back against the wall, and he peppered kisses across my jawline before trailing kisses down my throat.
“Hold on tight,” he demanded quietly.
I did as I was told.
Using the wall as leverage, he tipped me back farther.
I was at an awkward angle, but the dick felt so good I didn’t care.
The new position gave him better access to my clit and forced me to take more of him.
That was a lethal combination. With every inch he was able to get into me, he was reaching my depths.
Each time our bodies collided, he stimulated my little bundle of nerves.
The feeling was so intense that I felt like I was high on something magical, something potent, something godly.
“I need you,” he grunted.
Hearing that caused a chill down my spine. Moaning, I pushed my head into the wall so I could meet him pound for pound. The sound of my wetness echoed in the quiet space.
“I—I want—yes, yesssssssssss.”
“Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
My shoulder blades thumped against the wall as his hips thrusted, springing my body as he fucked me deep. He made my stomach flutter and my heart race.
“Russ, please, please, please,” I panted, warmth spread throughout my core.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please come in my pussy.”
“Goddamn,” he groaned, fucking me with his entire body.
Saying it out loud did something to me. But his response pushed me to the brink. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body. I clenched around him and the sound he made gave me chills.
“Shit, Nina.” His voice was hoarse and needy. It sounded like he was close to losing control.
His strokes consistently hit the right spot and my body was loving each and every second of it.
“This is my pussy,” he uttered softly as I started to lose control. “Look at how good you take me. Look at how wet you are for me. Look at how tight you grip me. This… is… my… pussy.”
Wildly bucking against him, I tried my best to hold it together quietly, but I felt myself coming undone.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on this dick, baby,” he whispered roughly. “That’s it. That’s it, Nina. Let me feel you. Just like that. Just like—oh shit!”
“Yesssssssssss,” I cried out. My muscles tightened, my body got rigid, and my orgasm took over. I started clamping down around him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Quivering, I shut my eyes and rode the wave.
He covered my mouth with his as he continued delivering long strokes.
“Nina,” he moaned desperately, pulling out of the kiss. “You’re going to make me fill this pussy up. Is that what you want?”
Hearing how he was trying to hold back turned me on more. I started gripping him tighter.
“Yes, please,” I begged, giving in to my deepest desires. “Don’t pull out. Come in my pussy. Fill me up. I need it. I need you.” I rocked against him and dug my nails into his back. “I’m yours.”
I’d barely choked out the words before a series of grunts erupted out of him. His throbbing dick pumped into me as the raspy need in his voice spoke to me.
A second round of pleasure was about to hit me. “Russssssssssssss!” I hissed, scratching his back.
“Yeah, let me feel you again. Let me feel you, baby,” he groaned sexily, fucking me with reckless abandon. “Let that pussy talk to me. Let her tell me she’s mine.”
He had barely gotten the words out before I dissolved into a puddle of noncoherent ecstasy.
“Fuck,” he hissed, fucking me harder.
His body stiffened and as soon as I felt him pumping his load into me, I came again.
Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes and tried to stop my legs from shaking.
My heart was racing, my body was buzzing, and my head was spinning.
My mind was in a fog from the best sex I’d ever had.
Sex with Russ was always good, but the sex we’d just had was mind-altering.
I felt a shift. Slowly and carefully, Russ released my leg so that I was standing on two feet.
I didn’t open my eyes until I felt the terry cloth towel between my legs.
“Thank you,” I whispered as he cleaned me up.
Instead of responding, he leaned down and planted a sweet kiss against my lips.
Pulling away, he stared at me in awe as he finished cleaning us up.
Wordlessly, he pulled up his pants, tucking his shirt back in before he bent down to help me step back into my panties. He kissed my breasts before slipping the straps of my bra up my arms. He turned me around and connected the hook-and-eye clasp.
The intimacy of the act was overwhelming.
He kissed the back of my neck and pulled me into him. Hugging me from behind, he lowered his mouth to the shell of my ear.
“You’re my escape,” he whispered before turning me around. “And I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I admitted with a trembling breath.
He stared at me, willing me to say more. The vulnerability in his gaze pulled emotions out of me, and I felt my eyes starting to sting.
He must’ve fucked the good sense God gave me right out of my head. He had me ready to admit to feelings I hadn’t been ready to confront for myself. He had me ready and willing to risk it all in every sense.
I had to look away.
“Nina—” His phone vibrated, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Shit.”
Running his hand down his beard, he exhaled loudly. “I have to get out of here. They’re looking for me. I have a meeting tonight, and then…” He shook his head. “Are you free tomorrow night? For dinner?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m free. But how?”
Dropping a soft kiss against my lips, he stared at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. There was an adoration in his gaze that gave me butterflies. He backed away from me slowly. “I’ll figure something out. Just… unblock me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, literally biting my bottom lip to prevent myself from saying more.
Before he left the confines of the space, he held my gaze. “You said you were mine,” he said softly. “And I like the sound of that.”
Without another word, he disappeared behind the partition.
My heart hammered in my chest as I listened to his footsteps getting farther away and then the gentle click of the door closing. As soon as I knew he was gone, I placed my hand over my heart and let out a breath.
“—can’t understand it!” Jacqueline complained, loudly entering the changing room.
“I agree with you,” Taisha said.
I quickly pulled on my orange sundress. “How was the rest of the shoot?” I called out to them.
“Damn, Nina!” Taisha reacted. “I thought you left!”
Rounding my shoulders, I grabbed my handbag and the still-damp clothing on the hangers before I emerged from the partition. “No. It just took me a little while to dry off.”
“The rest of the shoot was a soggy mess,” Jacqueline said as she went behind the partition closest to the door. “I feel like my hair is messed up from the rain, which would’ve been okay if we’d continued shooting in the rain, but instead…”
They told me about their shoots, what their poses were, the complaints they had about shooting the same “sexy” poses in an unsexy location. I waited for them to finish changing, and then the three of us went to find Angelica to give her our clothing.
“We were looking for you,” Remedy stated when the three of us approached her and Angelica.
“I was getting changed and drying off,” I explained, hanging my items on the rack.
She stared at me for a beat too long before shifting her gaze to the others. “There’s an opportunity on Saturday. I know it’s last minute and not part of your schedule, but if you are able to make it, I would encourage you all to be there.”
“I’m in,” Taisha said quickly.
Jacqueline nodded. “Yeah, so am I.”
My face crumpled apologetically as I thought about Aaliyah’s party. “I can’t make it. I’m unavailable on Saturday.”
Remedy nodded. “Okay.” Turning to face the other two, she continued. “You two will receive an email and Angelica will work with you on your outfits later this week.”
The two of them squealed excitedly.
“Russell, did you get what you needed?” she asked, causing all three of us to turn around. “You left and I didn’t hear back from you.”
Looking pointedly at his sister, he approached the group. “I did.” He adjusted his jacket, looking like the pulled-together professional that he was. “And the table to the fundraiser has been secured.”
Remedy pumped her arm. “Yes!” Seeming to realize we were still standing there, she dismissed us. “Have a good rest of the week,” she told us.
We turned around and walked away. I glanced at Russ. And even though a flashback flutter churned my gut, I did my best not to stare.
“You are available on Saturday, aren’t you?” Remedy questioned.
“No, I’m not available on Saturday,” he answered. “Why?”
“ Flavor Magazine is having an event…”
Walking out of the studio, I missed the rest of what Remedy was telling him.
“Did you hear that?” Taisha whispered excitedly as soon as we got outside. “We’re going to be going to a Flavor Magazine event!”
Jacqueline clapped. “I need to call my cousin!” She gawked at me. “Are you really going to pass up this opportunity?”
I nodded. “It would be cool to go, but I can’t cancel my plans. It’s important.”
They shook their heads in disbelief and then we said our goodbyes.
I didn’t think saying no to the event would negatively affect my standing with RLF. I also didn’t think saying yes to Russ would negatively affect my work with RLF. And although I didn’t regret either decision, I had a nagging feeling both would come back to bite me in the ass.